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"Reincarnated As The Cringefail Lord of Hell's Second Child."

Part I Part II Part III

Sequel to this.

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Morningstar!Reader, Platonic Hazbin Hotel x Reader, Yandere Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 3.2k

Includes: No applicable warnings for this installment

Synopsis: A straightforward isekai story, you're reborn as the devil's child. With knowledge of your past life and the show your new world is based on, it's clear that you must be destined for greatness. The only question remains: why does everyone around you seem to be acting so...strange?

•~•~•~•~•~•

You remember Lilith as a caring mother.

For the short period of time that she was in your life, you never once felt unloved. Even when you were suspicious of her, even when you tried to turn away from her, she always gazed at you with utmost adoration. Then, six months later, she stopped gazing at you at all. Six months later, she disappeared entirely.

Lucifer handled her sudden departure about as well as one could have. You didn't see him that much during the six months in which your mother was present, but you could tell they were in a rough patch. They never fought, never hit or insulted, but they were awkward in a way that was hard to describe. It showed in the way Lucifer gazed at her, in the way Lilith would break eye contact, in the way she never handed you over to him without his explicit asking. You suppose that must be why Lucifer has hardly changed even after his wife left without warning—to him, she had already left a long, long time ago.

•~•~•~•~•~•

Being a single father to two children isn't easy, even if one of them is already grown up. A child is never fully grown in the eyes of their parents, no matter how many centuries pass them by.

You were always a little too mature for your age. It made it hard to be a dad, Lucifer thought. After all, how could he raise someone who acted as if they had already led a full life some many years ago?

Before Lucifer could blink, seven years had already passed him by, and yet his youngest had not seemed to age a day. It was as if you had stopped growing a long time ago. It was as if you were born an adult. Your physical body was the only indicator of your progress. It scared him, honestly. Before you could even walk, you were crawling to the library and reading grimoires as old as the demon who owned them. Lucifer wishes he could dismiss it as a child simply playing with a toy, but something deep in his gut told him that you understood every word. This theory proved true when you started practicing magic mere months later. Your progress was astounding, unlike anything he'd ever seen.

You…weren't normal. But every so often, you'd look up at him with your big, round eyes and smile, and you'd feel like a kid again. Lucifer would become aware of how rounded your cheeks and small your body was, and suddenly, the unease would vanish. That's right. No matter what, you were still only seven. The same seven-year-old who brought their teddy bear everywhere they went, who'd play with Razzle and Dazzle, just barely starting to be taller than said sheep.

Despite everything, you were still his child.

Lucifer’s phone buzzes, momentarily taking him out of his musings.

It's Charlie.

Wait…Charlie?! Charlie never calls him! Oh no, what should he say? It has to be perfect, it has to be—

“Hey, bitch,” he says. Perfect.

“Hey, Dad,” Charlie says awkwardly, the sound of her pacing echoing through the speakers. She seems nervous, it makes Lucifer's heart ache. He wants so badly to reach out through the phone and comfort her, but he can't even muster up the courage to ask what's wrong. He kicks a duck across his workshop, the sound of it's squeaking echoing across the room. “So, I had a favor to ask you...” The sound of pacing stops, and Lucifer waits with bated breath.

“Sure, anything,” he says. “Anything you want.” Charlie explains the situation to him. She runs a hotel now, apparently. Why didn't she tell him sooner? The thought of her not trusting him with it ate at his pride, but he set his feelings aside and resolved to just listen. Charlie invites him to check out her hotel, and it dawns on him that this is the first time she's ever invited him over. The weight of her invitation is not lost on him. Eagerly, he responds, “I'll be there in an hour!” then hangs up.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Despite your maturity, you're still too young to be left home alone (in Lucifer's eyes, at least), so Lucifer takes you with him to the hotel. He's sure Charlie will be thrilled to see you again—the two of you have always been fond of each other.

The hotel looks pretty much as it did in the show, with the only difference now being the large banner hanging from the stairway reading “Welcome, Dad!”. Charlie is there to greet the two of you at the door, and you can see the rest of the cast hanging around in the distance.

“[Name]!” Charlie says, running to pick you up and hug you as Lucifer stands awkwardly to the side. “I didn’t know you were coming, or I would have added your name to the sign!” When Charlie is done nuzzling your face, she and Lucifer share an awkward hug of their own. “I’m so glad you guys could make it. Let me show you around!” Charlie holds your hand and guides the two of you to the bar first, where Husk is there downing another bottle of cheap booze.

“Who’s the pipsqueak?” He says between gulps. “I don’t like kids.”

“Look at their face, hot stuff,” Angel replies, leaning over the counter with a lazy grin. “Think you just insulted royalty.”

“Hello!” you say, craning your neck up to see them. “I’m [Name]! It’s nice to meet you!”

“Aw, look at that smile,” Angel coos, picking you up by the armpits. “Musta inherited that from ‘er Mom.”

“What makes you say that?” You tilt your head. As far as you know, you inherited most of your traits from your father.

“Look at ‘im,” Angel says, nodding towards Lucifer, who’s wearing the nastiest frown you’ve ever seen.

“Oh,” you chuckle. “Dad, are you okay over there?”

“I’d be fine if that filth were to put you down, sweetie,” he says.

“Hey! I am not ‘filth’! People pay big money just to be in the same room as me, you know!” Lucifer walks over and snatches you from his grip. The two of them exchange insults back and forth. Seeing as this might take a while, you climb down from your Dad’s arms and start looking around.

“Why, hello there, little one,” Alastor says, materializing beside you. He reaches a hand out to shake, then excitedly swings your arm up and down when you give it. “You must be [Name]. Pleasure to be meeting you, dear! Quite a pleasure! Our dear Charlie has told us quite a bit about you,” he says, still shaking your arm.

“She has?” You say, glancing over to Charlie, who’s busy trying to defuse the tension between your father and Angel Dust.

“Yes, indeedy!” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders and spinning you around. “And since our dear Princess is so busy with her father and our tenant, I shall take it upon myself to show you around. Isn’t that just grand?” Alastor doesn’t bother waiting for a reply before dragging you by the arm towards the staircase, only to be stopped by Vaggie who quickly blocks the path.

“Oh no you don’t,” she says, brandishing her spear. “Look, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but you are going nowhere with them.” Alastor grins but relents, dropping your arm and disappearing. Creepy.

“Are you okay?” Vaggie asks, kneeling down to your height. You nod but hold the spot where the Radio Demon had grabbed you as if worried it might be bruised. Vaggie checks to see if it is but sees no signs of any bruise or injury forming on your small arm. That’s a relief, at least.

“Hah!” You and Vaggie snap around at the sound of thunderous laughter coming from the bar. The two of you are greeted by an odd sight—Lucifer and Angel Dust embraced together in a stiff hug, while Charlie looks on, seemingly pleased with herself. You aren’t sure how she pulled it off, but you suppose she must have succeeded in de-escalating the fight between those two.

“Oh, I see you’ve met my girlfriend!” Charlie says, walking over to you.

“Your girlfriend?” Lucifer says, quickly untangling himself from Angel. “You like girls? S-so do I! We have so much in common!” He says, pointing his finger from himself to Charlie in a repetitive manner.

“It’s uh- it's nice to meet you. Sir,” Vaggie says, standing up to shake Lucifer’s hand. To which he grabs her hand but then quickly pulls her in for a brief hug. The hug seems to blindside Vaggie momentarily and ends before she can return it. Still, she doesn’t seem unhappy about it.

“I’m Niffty!” Comes a voice from your right. Sure enough, it’s Niffty who’s come to see you next. “You’re taller than me, even though I’m older. That’s fine, though! I don’t mind at all!” She says, stabbing at a nearby roach with her needle, a crazed look in her eye.

You shuffle away from Niffty…

…And bump right into Sir Pentious on the way.

“Oh, h-hello there,” he says, looking oddly nervous. “Ssorry, I uh…I do not know how to eh, conversse with people of your kind.” You blink at him, and he grabs his collar as if sweaty.

“By ‘people of your kind’ do you mean…kids?” You ask. Pentious nods. “Just talk to me how you would everyone else. If it helps, you can think of me like how you think of Niffty?”

“Sscary…?”

“I meant more like…a short person,” Niffty runs past you briefly, stabbing at another roach with her needle, “-but I get where you’re coming from,” you say.

The rest of the day follows more or less the same beats as the episode it was based on. Lucifer and Alastor have unexplained beef with each other, they sing a song about it (where does the music come from?), Charlie’s daddy issues get resolved via another song (seriously, where is the music coming from? Did they improv this?), and Mimzy appears. Soon enough, it’s time to leave. Charlie is hugging you and your Dad goodbye when an idea occurs to you.

“Hey, Dad? Charlie?” You say, feeling a bit nervous. “Do you mind if I stay here? I want to help out with the hotel.” It’s been seven years since you arrived in hell, but you still remember every detail of the show from having written it down as soon as you could write. With your knowledge, you might be able to help move things along more easily.

Maybe you can protect your sister from making a deal with the Radio Demon.

“Oh, honey, I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” Lucifer says, looking down at you.

“Eh, why not? Let the kid stay, for Christ’s sake,” Angel pipes up from the bar. “We could use someone ta’ liven the place up a bit.”

“Sweetie, you’ve never even stayed the night away from home before. Are you sure you want to stay in the hotel?” You nod.

“Charlie will be there with me! And you won’t be that far away, either! Please, Daddy?” You give Lucifer your best puppy-dog eyes, the ones you know he’s weak to. Lucifer looks away from you, clearly conflicted.

“Alright,” he relents. “On one condition.”

“Anything,” you say, a tad too eager.

“I’m staying here with you.”

“Is that okay?” You turn to Charlie.

“Of course!” she says. “I’ll go get your rooms set up right away–”

“Room,” Lucifer corrects. “We, uh, wouldn’t want to take up too much space.”

“Oh no, no, no, it’s fine, we’ve got plenty of room for both of-”

“Just one room is enough for us,” he says, his voice final. You want to protest, being a fully grown adult (in your own head, at least), but you know your father won’t budge on this. He must miss feeling like a father, having one grown child and another who acts like they’re grown already. You should let him have this/

“Uh, sure,” Charlie says. “I’ll go get one ready for you, then.”

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

“So,” you say, looking over to Vaggie. The room is empty, save for you two. It’s the perfect time to start putting your plan into action. “How’d your hurt your eye? I thought Exorcists were supposed to be invulnerable.” Vaggie freezes, a horrified expression on her face as she turns to look at you.

“How did you know that I’m an Exorcist?”

“You have a giant ‘X’ over your eye and wield an angelic spear. It isn’t rocket science,” you say, because it’s the first thing that came to mind.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” she says, voice almost a whisper.

“Charlie knows, though, right?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Vaggie remains silent. “I think you should tell her. Keeping secrets from your partner only builds distrust, and it’s not like she wouldn’t forgive you.”

“It’s not that easy,” Vaggie says, moving to sit on the couch. You sit beside her, waiting for her to go on. “I mean, you try telling your girlfriend that saved your life that not only have you been lying to her for years, but that you’ve also killed hundreds of her people. The same people that you’re now trying to save.”

“Well,” you say, shifting a little closer. “I think that last part is what’s really important here.”

“What? The part about me killing hundreds?”

“The part about you trying to save hundreds. I think that speaks to how much you’ve changed over the years. You’ve done things in your past that you aren’t proud of. Everyone has. But now you’re trying to make things right. I mean, you love her, don’t you?” Vaggie nods. “And she loves you?” Another nod. “Then what’s the issue? You guys are a good pair, and you’ll get through this. But first, you have to be honest with her.”

“Maybe you’re right,” she says, looking down.

“I know I am. Now go. Go and tell your girlfriend the truth. Make sure she understands your point of view. Don’t just tell her and leave. Sit down and really explain where you’re coming from, okay?”

“Okay,” she says. “You know, you give some really good advice, for a kid.”

“I know I do. Now, shoo, get outta here.” Vaggie smiles at you, then moves to get up. You give her a thumbs up, silently praying for things to go well for her.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

“Charlie, there’s something I need to tell you,” Vaggie says, closing the door to their shared room behind her. “It’s um, I mean, you might wanna, uh, sit down for this…”

“Is it bad?” Charlie asks, her face creased with worry.

“No—I mean, yes— I mean, maybe?”

“What is it?” Vaggie sighs, running a hand through her hair. She moves to sit down, and Charlie moves to sit with her, taking Vaggie’s hand in hers. “You know I love you, right?” Vaggie nods.

“I—I’m—I…I can’t do this,” she says, abruptly getting up and walking to the door.

“Wait!” Charlie says, standing to block her. “Hold on! You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

“No.” Vaggie shakes her head.

“Then it’s fine, isn’t it? We’ll be okay.” Charlie takes Vaggie’s hands in hers and Vaggie feels herself begin to tear up. She hastily moves her hands to wipe at the tears, missing the hurt look that briefly crosses her lover’s face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Vaggie nods, throat dry. She needs a drink, water, alcohol, something.

“I…” Charlie nods along, an encouraging smile on her face. “I’m an exorcist,” she says at last.

Charlie's face drops. She and Vaggie stare at each other for a long time before Charlie steps up to speak. “...Why are you telling me this now? Why keep it secret for so long?” She says at last.

“I…I’m not proud of it,” Vaggie says. “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you but I just…I was scared.”

“Vaggie, you know I believe in redemption more than anyone else. What were you scared of?”

“I don’t know. I just—I didn’t want to have this conversation. With you. With anyone. When I first got here, I didn’t know you, I couldn’t trust you with my past, and then as more time passed and we got to know each other, it felt like it was too late. Like I couldn’t say it anymore without it becoming this huge thing. Every day, the secret got bigger and bigger, and I…I felt like I was drowning.” Vaggie looks down, ashamed.

“Vaggie,” Charlie says, once again taking Vaggie’s hands in hers. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” She rubs her thumb against her hand comfortingly.

“Are…are we okay?”

“Of course,” she says. “I love you, Vaggie.”

“I love you, too.”

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

“You know, you never did tell me how you hurt your eye,” you say, looking over to Vaggie.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because if angels can be hurt, they can probably be killed, too. I want to believe in Charlie’s hotel, but having a backup plan is always good.”

“An ex-colleague of mine slashed my eye right after she took my wings,” Vaggie says with a sigh.

“What did she use?”

“An angelic spear. Same as all of us.” You hum, pretending to ponder the information you were just given. Should you just drop the act and tell Vaggie you know what Carmilla did on the last extermination, or should you keep nudging her in the right direction?

“Carmilla Carmine deals in angelic weapons, doesn’t she? Maybe she knows something we don’t.”

“Doubt it,” she says. “Not even the other exorcists knew we weren’t invulnerable, and whether or not we can be killed is still up in the air.” You make a noise of displeasure. Without the information that Carmilla definitely killed an exorcist, Vaggie won’t do anything, but there’s no plausible explanation for how you could have come across such information. But if you don’t tell her, Charlie will end up making a deal with Alastor… But if you just give her the answer, Vaggie won’t fight with Carmilla and regain her wings…In the actual show, Alastor only relayed that Carmilla killed an angel, and Charlie took it from there. You should do the same.

“Vaggie, there’s something I need to tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else or ask any questions, okay?”

“What is it?”

“Promise me,” you say, holding up your pinkie. Vaggie obliges, and the room turns red with your deal. She looks shocked, her singular eye wide as she stares at your intertwined fingers, but the shock doesn’t last as you quickly move on to more pressing matters. “Last extermination, Carmilla Carmine killed an exorcist. I don’t know how she did it, but you need to go there and find out.” Vaggie opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. You suppose she must have been trying to ask a question, but the strength of your deal must have prevented her from doing so. “Please, Vaggie. Something’s going to happen during extermination day, I can feel it.” Seeming to sense your desperation Vaggie at last relents.

“Okay, I’ll go talk to Carmilla,” she says.

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abbyonmars · 4 months

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cw; fem!reader, mentions of sex, swearing.

wc: 1.7k. angst/fluff.

this is also kinda toxic imo sorry x

ellie can't won't sleep without having you in her arms.

but since the sun's setting your evening looked like hours of waiting for her. spamming her phone, chewing unsparingly at your already short and mutilated nails, heart beating relentlessly in your chest — all in result of each rapid thought that gushed through the boundless blackhole that was your worried mind, and the ceaseless growing pit of anxiety that dropped to endless oblivion in your stomach.

she had told you before she left that she would be back by 7:00pm to watch that movie she promised to watch with you. the one in which being the sequel to your favourite franchise, as well as it being the movie you had been begging her to come see with you for weeks. not only this, but it also happened to be your one year anniversary with her; you had spent so much time and effort to weave in a plethora of sentiments like dinner and gifts that you thought she would like and so patiently, you sat cross-legged on your side of the bed like the good, loyal girlfriend you were, waiting for her to come home.

and since hours before, you had been dolled up and ready to see her. your hair was intricately made, glitter was tapped to your eyelids — and underneath your tightly hugging button up and the thin fabric of your skirt laid a set of pretty pink lacy lingerie you were excited to surprise her with later.

but you were sat there for hours. you watched the clock turn from 7:00pm to 8, 8:00 to 9. but 9:00pm turned to 10, which soon turned into 12am and yet, no ellie.

some would argue that this isn't such a deal. you could claim your own indifference — just tuck yourself in, indulge in that perpetual doom-scroll before you fall asleep. you could just ask about her whereabouts in the morning, just don't make this such a big thing. she probably just happened to have too much fun.

however, this has happened one too many times, too many times for you to count. making in advance plans only to have her screw you over without word, continuously coming home to you with the same and overused, pathetic excuses that always resulted in an argument and tears — notwithstanding the heated make-up sex she'd treat you to in order to to ease her 'guilt' and to compensate for her assholery that day.

but this time you decided you were tired of waiting. you didn't feel like having that habitual screaming match at whatever time she'd decide to come home that night and you knew that whatever you did, you would always end up in the same predicament that was reimbursing your forgiveness, despite constantly being treated similar to the dirt barred between the crevices in her converse soles.

'she can do whatever she wants.' you tried to reassure yourself; after all, no one was there to do it for you. why fret? 'i'm not her mother. i don't control her.'

with your back turned to her side of the bed, you tried your best to fall asleep, watching the moon's gentle spill of light from the glass window of the room with half-shut eyes. for now, you were at some state of serenity, finding solace in the teasing winks of twinkling stars and small snippets of the wind's light whistles.

you'd been half-asleep for longer than you thought, merely lost in your absent thoughts about anything but her. but soon, it wasn't just you and the moon — interruption came by the creaking of the bedroom door along with the obnoxiously bright and artificial light that forced itself in through the crack of the entrance. by then you knew she was back, but you remained still and seemingly unstirred by her entry.

"babe," she whispered, her enunciation almost blending in with the wind's breeze. "you awake?"

but you stayed silent. no longer watching the darkened skies, you froze, shutting your eyes without any utterance and really tried to fall asleep that time — a few moments had passed, and your mind had eventually come to being on the brink of unconsciousness, almost derailed of its endless foreboding.

you shouldn't have gotten used to the feeling of your head no longer spinning, nor the induced tranquillity by being solitary. because once you felt the bed dip in next to you, your stomach was suddenly in knots all over again. all the progress towards the settlement you were better off with was expeditiously diminished, and all from hearing a singular sigh from the girl next to you.

although you tried your best to contain it, a sole tear happened to roll down your reddened cheeks, and a small sniffle was made from your allegedly sleeping peace.

"baby," she breathed, sliding her cold hands onto your bare shoulder, "you're awake - listen, i'm sorry i didn't call, or—"

with an abrupt movement you turned to face her with wrinkled eyebrows and a scrunched face, lips turned downward into a lip-bitten frown and with eyes that turned glassy instantaneously. she met you now with a similar looking frown as she eyed the fresh dampness of your cheeks, her stomach now swirling with shame.

"where were you?" you rasped. you took in a sharp and shaking breath, watching the way her blinking green eyes bored back into yours. "where were you?"

"i'm sorry," she answered, her voice quietening to a murmur upon seeing your eyes roll in response. "i just lost track of time—"

you scoffed. letting out a dry chuckle, you swallowed down the lump that threatened to form in your throat, well aware of the one also forming in hers. "we had plans. don't you care about me?"

with that, her eyes widened as she instantly sat up, and her voice all of a sudden grew louder in her attempt to defend herself.

"what? of - of course i care about you, y/n. i just—"

"you just, what?" you huffed, sitting up next to her. "you just - lost your phone? couldn't get away? or did you just.. forget? because, i wouldn't be surprised if you did, since—"

"jesus, will you just let me talk?" she muttered exasperatedly, bringing up a hand to rub her temples with her thumb and first two fingers. "y'know, you're always jumping to these ridiculous excuses. just let me explain."

"fuck, i wonder why," you sighed. sarcastically smiling, you leaned forward to your knees, delving your face into the palms of your hands. "do you even know what today was?"

she blinked. she let a beat of silence pass, her mouth being slightly hung open with a sort of blank cluelessness. "... w-what?"

and came another scoff from you and weak tears slipping from your orbs, you responded, "our anniversary. our one year, together."

as if she couldn't feel or look any worse than she did now, blood drew from her face, bestowing upon her freckled cheeks the palest you have ever seen her look. she withdrew a quiet breath, sliding her narrow fingers up her neck and over her mouth as she payed mind to the growing disappointment on your face.

you waited for any development of voice, but alas, to nothing. you bit your lip, muttering a quiet, 'forget it' as you turned over to lay on your side, and your head plunged back into the sinking air of your pillow as you pulled the duvet up to cover the shivers upon your bare neck.

she sighed. sliding her hand back onto your shoulder in a forbearing attempt to get you to turn back to her, she gritted her teeth and her hand moved away once you shook her off, only tucking yourself tighter into the covers.

"go to sleep, ellie," you muttered, sniffling once more.

"baby — please. you are so important to me."

"sleep."

forthwith, ellie grew tense. her other hand shot up to nervously rub at the lobe of her ear as she continued to plead with you, but having unsuccessfully drawn any sort of amenable answer she eventually gave up, deciding that she'd push for some stage of absolution of the sort in the morning.

but having barely endured the unresponsiveness from you, the next half hour was spent restlessly by the girl; within short intervals she kept shuffling an uncomfortable amount in her space, consequently perturbing you each time. it took quite an ounce of strength not to tell her to stop because you knew that if you took action, she'd take it as an initiative to talk again.

yet unknowingly, you were in that same dilemma. your side of the bed felt particularly colder than normal, and your heart spiked with something other than your determining stubbornness — suddenly, you no longer felt consoled by the room's solitude from earlier. even with her next to you, you couldn't have felt more alone.

"y/n," she whispered. "i know you're awake."

you sniffed. shuffling slightly in place, the warmth that you were well accustomed to gradually felt like it moved closer to your own body, and you felt the light graze of her fingers once more, skimming gently along your arm.

"please," she breathed. "angel, i- i can't sleep. let me touch you."

a moment's hesitance happened to come alongside a huff that indicated you finally caving into her touch. without turning you reached for her hand and you threw it around your waist, squeezing your eyes shut in slight regret and yet, ease.

letting out a small sigh of relief, she tightened her hold around your torso and pressed your back up to the front of her body. her hand moved to the dip of your hip and stayed there, and you could feel her heart racing against you — somehow, even after the torment she unintentionally put you through, your own stomach swarmed with butterflies and the tension within you dissipated almost in an instant.

"thank you," she mumbled, lips lingering around the crook of your neck. she moved your hair aside, planting soft kisses up the skin of your tensed shoulder and to your ear.

"i'll make it up to you," her warm breath hit your skin and tickled the back of your ear, the rasping of her low voice sending a different ray of knots into your stomach. "i promise."

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hii i'm back

i hope you're all well :')

pls let this be a (very poor) reminder to not let anybody treat you less than you're worth. if this happened to hit home, i'm sorry — know that whatever you've been through, you are worthy of love and respect. please don't think otherwise

#ellie williams #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #the last of us part 2 #tlou ellie #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams angst #the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #wlw

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megankoumori · 10 months

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In defense of a "Wicked Stepmother":

Sarah's Stepmother in "Labyrinth", named Irene in tie-in media, only gets about a minute of screen time before Sarah rushes off to her room in a soaked snit. Fanfic writers usually turn her into an evil bitch and even the manga sequel, "Return to Labyrinth", has her cold and abusive to Toby, her biological child. But here's the thing...

I think Sarah's mother gets a bum rap.

Dressing nicely for an evening out and having mild conflict with a teenager does not a Lady Tremaine make. And as someone who actually lived with a narcissistic, manipulative, emotionally abusive stepfather, I can tell you that Irene doesn't even come close to wicked step parent territory.

Backstory first. It's never spoken of in the film, but clues in Sarah's room tell us that her real mother is a stage actress who abandoned her and her father for another actor. Sarah idolizes her mother and tries to emulate her with play acting. Sarah's father met and married Irene sometime after Linda ran off, and Sarah, who thinks her mom walks on water, resents the hell out of Irene for taking her place. A place that Linda abandoned for another man.

She couldn't help it. He looked like David Bowie.

Let's look at her first alledged transgression. She won't let Merlin into the house. Instead she orders him into the garage. Heartless, we assume because we all love dogs and only the most soulless of monsters don't. But slow down. She didn't leave him out in the rain. She put him in the garage. Furthermore, Merlin is an Old English Sheepdog. Is he a nice dog? Sure, but he's also a breed that's notorious for being high maintenance and hard to keep clean and right now he's soaking wet and filthy. Irene isn't being cruel, she's trying to keep him from ruining the carpet.

So now Sarah and Irene are in the house about to have their confrontation. "Sarah, you're an hour late..."

Sarah lost track of time. Sarah is the one who screwed up. Irene has every right to be frustrated. For all we know, she and Robert were supposed to see a movie or meet someone and Sarah's tardiness wrecks their plans. Note, please, that while she is frustrated, she's not even yelling. My mom would have screamed bloody murder and then held it over my head for weeks.

"Your father and I go out very rarely..."

"You go out every single weekend!"

There is no way to confirm who is right on this. I will say Sarah is the one prone to hysterics and exaggeration, so it's not looking good for her.

"And I ask you to babysit only if it won't interfere with your plans."

I ask. Irene asks. She doesn't demand, and she doesn't expect Sarah to give up her previous plans.

"Well how would you know what my plans are? You don't even ask me anymore!"

Sarah, you were LARPing in a park by yourself. Furthermore, with the storm you would have gone home anyway.

"Well I assume you would tell me if you had a date. I'd like it if you had a date. You should have dates at your age."

Irene doesn't want Sarah to be a Cinderella stuck at home every night. She wants her to go out and have a social life. This is literally the opposite of the bedtime story Sarah tells Toby later.

Also, "I'd assume you tell me..." Irene might not be wording it in the best way here, but she wants Sarah to communicate with her. She wants them to have a relationship.

Then Robert enters the scene. "Sarah, you're home. We were worried about you."

WE were worried. As in both he and Irene. You think that's the reason she was waiting on the porch? Because their sixteen year old daughter is an hour past when she said she'd be home and now it's raining and getting dark?

It's not like she'd ever talk to a stranger.

Sarah runs up the stairs in a snit, not even acknowledging her father and leaving Irene dismayed. "She treats me like a wicked stepmother in a fairy story no matter what I say." Her voice isn't angry, it's hurt. She's making an effort to reach Sarah, but nothings working. She can't break through the tantrums and the anger and the hero worship of Linda.

Sarah is a fantasy junkie. It's all over her room. Her books are all fairy tales. Her dog and her teddy bear are named after figures from Arthurian legend. But she's wrapped herself in a different kind of fantasy, a toxic one. One where Irene, well meaning and kind, is one of the evil stepmothers from her fairytale books, while Linda is good and virtuous like one of the dead moms at the beginning. Except Linda isn't dead. She's shtupping a costar.

Part of Sarah's coming of age and maturity is rejecting Jareth, the stand in for her mother's lover and therefore finally rejecting following her mother's selfish path. We see her finally let go of Linda by putting her picture and clippings in the drawer. Hopefully, the next morning, after she picks the confetti out of her hair, she'll finally be able to start over with Irene.

#labyrinth #jim henson #sarah williams #the goblin king #jareth #david bowie

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fooled-around-and-fell · 7 months

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squared away.

summary: carmen gets to see the present you and finally finds the courage to talk to you again.

pairing: carmen berzatto x female reader

warnings: cursing.

a/n: this is a sequel to square one, i suggest reading it first so some things would make more sense.

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previously...

"no, wait." carmen chases after you. "i just... fuck, i'm not good with words, okay? i don't know how to say it."

"yeah? maybe leave for another 7 years and see if you can figure that out."

carmen stays silent and that angers you even more. you smile bitterly, "you know what, let me make it easier for you this time."

"goodbye, carmen."

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of course, it's not actually goodbye.

you were trying to make a point and it just slipped out of your mouth because you were angry at carmen. you still are. but it's been a few days since that encounter, and you wonder if you were too harsh.

no. he left without saying goodbye, that was an ass move, and he still hasn't apologized for it. so you did the right thing. right? right?

sighing, you check your phone. a text message just came from a new number, sending a picture. your eyebrows raise. you're not really sure who'd send you a picture of pasta, but the next sentence tells you who it is.

'what's for lunch?'

fucking carmen.

he used to force you to send him pictures of your meals because you'd accidentally miss a few, and now he's sending you his.

of course you don't reply. why would you? after your last conversation, it's pretty clear that you're not buddies. you close the chat and go back to work.

carmen sees the little sign that indicates you've read the message and smiles. you didn't send anything back, but that's expected. at least you opened the message.

he knew it was a bad idea when he left for new york without telling you anything, but he couldn't bring himself to. with everything that was going on with mikey, he just.. he had to get away fast. start anew.

he thought about texting you every day, letting you know how sorry he is and how he's doing in new york... but the long paragraphs end up being deleted, and he hates himself more because of it.

why can't he be good with words? why can't he just say what he's been dying to tell you for the past 7 years? that he misses you? that he wants you around? that he wants nothing but to hug you and hold you close because you're his home?

that's what you are to him. a sense of home that's none of the craziness he faces every day, a sense of peace because god knows he fucking needs that in his life... but carmen's hobby is self-sabotage. he doesn't think he deserves it. and honestly, looking at how sad, disappointed you were the other day, does he really deserve a second chance?

...maybe he shouldn't have sent that text message after all.

sighing, he locks his phone and gets back to work.

hours later as carmen's closing up, he sees that there's still some leftover tiramisu that marcus made earlier today. you love tiramisu- or, well, 7 years ago, you loved tiramisu. he wonders if you still do.

he takes a few pictures of the dessert, chooses the best looking one and sends it to you.

'you still love tiramisu?'

you scoff. is he trying to show off or something?

yes, you still love tiramisu. and the picture he sent looks amazing. the first time you had the dessert was actually with carmen. it was his first time making it, and though you were nervous you gladly volunteered to taste it.

safe to say it was heavenly. carmen's always had culinary talents, and you're happy that he got to dive deep into that industry. you just wish you could've been part of it... however small.

...is that selfish?

but carmen's talking to you again. you're still too upset to text him back, but that means something, right? can it mean a second chance?

your heart is beating a bit faster when you read his message again and you curse yourself. you leave a small heart on his tiramisu picture and lock your phone.

stupid carmen.

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"why is he smiling?"

syd asks sugar, who sees carmen chopping some veg with a smile on his face. it's weird.

carmen's not usually one to smile, but that little heart you left him last night made a bigger impact than he thought it would. he actually didn't expect you to react in any way at all, so it was a nice little surprise.

"hey chef," carmen greets marcus when he steps into the kitchen, "amazing tiramisu yesterday. any chance you can make an extra batch today?"

"sure." marcus answers. "planning to indulge in it yourself, chef?"

syd and sugar motions marcus to cut it out, curtly dragging their fingers across their throats, worried that carmen might take offense or wake up from his... happy state.

"no, it's-it's for a friend." he smiles, and marcus swears he can see angels flying above his head.

"chef, are you okay?"

carmen's eyebrow raises. "yeah, why?"

"nothing, just.. uh... yeah I'll get that tiramisu ready for you by the end of the day."

"thanks chef."

the service today is tough. for some reason it's extra crowded, and everyone's just getting in each other's nerves. carmen didn't even get the chance to eat lunch - or dinner, fuck it's 8pm already. closing time.

carmen says he's going to close tonight, so he does. the tiramisu is sitting in the fridge as marcus promised, and carmen wonders if he'll be able to deliver it to you tonight. it's late, he doesn't know where you live... fuck. he checks his phone and finds no text from you. expected, of course, but the delusional side of carmen was hoping you'd send him something-

ha. why would you send him anything? you made it very clear the other night that you still hate him... but you also liked his tiramisu picture... carmen sighs and continues scrubbing the counter.

he mutters to himself, "fucking stupid-"

he suddenly hears someone clear their throat behind him and finds you standing by the kitchen door. "hey."

"o-oh hey." is he dreaming?

"sorry we're.. closed- but i could whip up something real quick for you if you want- or, i actually have a-"

"i ran into sugar on the way home." you cut his sentence. "she said you haven't eaten anything all day and so i went- i mean, she told me to give you this." you hand him a takeout box from a nearby restaurant. it wasn't sugar that got him the food -- you did. you ran into sugar, but she just told you carmen was alone in the restaurant and figured you two needed that push.

carmen takes the box from your hands. "t-thanks."

you nod and slowly step back. "okay, i'm gonna go now."

"wait, wait!" carmen races to the fridge to get the tiramisu and packs it up for you. "i had marcus make extra today. saved it for you."

a small smile forms across your lips and you take the box. "thanks."

he nods and you turn to go home. but carmen stops you this time. "you're about to go home? walking?"

"yeah," you turn to look at him again. "it's just around the corner."

he sets the rag he's holding aside and washes his hands. "i'll walk you." he leads you out of the kitchen and out of the restaurant.

"you don't have to do that." you say, "it's really near."

he shoots your a look, "look, you can hate me all you want, but i'm not letting you walk home alone."

you stay quiet and turn to walk home, letting him walk next to you in silence. you clutch the box with tiramisu in it and take a glance at carmen, wondering what he's thinking about. does he really think you hate him?

"i don't hate you, carm."

carmen raises his brow.

"maybe a little. i don't know." you sigh. "i want to hate you for leaving, for not telling me, for disappearing. and every time i see you, it's always a mix of feelings. i miss you so much but i'm so mad at you for leaving, but you're back, but you hurt me- you get the idea."

he takes in what you said. "i know. and i'm sorry. i shouldn't have just left like that without saying anything.. i just.. i had to get away fast, and at the time it was easier to leave just like that. i thought it wouldn't haunt me, but it does. you don't deserve to be treated like that."

you offer him a small smile and stop in front of your apartment building. "thanks carm. and sorry for saying all that stuff to you the other day."

"i deserved it." he shrugs. "anyway, thanks for the food."

you chuckle.

"yeah, i know it's not from sugar." he smiles. "only you'd get me chinese takeout. sugar hates that place."

"i forgot about that." you smile back. "it's getting late. i should head up. thanks for walking me home."

he nods. "any time. goodnight."

"goodnight, carmen."

carmen's heart is trying its best not to jump out of his chest, and he forces himself to walk away once you've closed the door. he tries to hide his smile, but can't help the happiness bubbling up inside of him.

"hey carm!" he hears you call out to him again from the second floor window.

"wanna come up?"

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long overdue part 2 😬

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #the bear #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy fluff #carmen berzatto angst #carmen angst #carmy angst #the bear angst #carmen berzatto x female reader #carmen berzatto x f! reader #carmen berzatto x fem!reader

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley know a level of comfort with each other that neither have felt with anyone else. When you finally make it to the alumni reunion, you run into some familiar faces, making it difficult to discuss your expectations.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swears, and angst

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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Bradley took your hand as you led him up to a cute little cottage with a crumbling front step. He was so surprised when you gave him directions to get here in the car, leading him past his old fraternity house and your old apartment building.

"This just looks like somewhere you'd live," he muttered as you unlocked the door and led him inside. He set his suitcase down and glanced around.

"It's cute, but it's really small. I'll take you on a thirty second tour."

You weren't joking. After half a minute, Bradley had seen everything and he'd backed you up against your bedroom door frame. "What are you wearing tonight?" he asked, placing a gentle kiss on your chin. Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed as you reached for him.

"A pretty black dress," you whispered, pulling him closer to you by his belt loops.

He leaned on one forearm above your head and nodded. "Sounds lovely. Can't wait to take it off you later."

You smiled and laughed softly. Then you got a faraway look in your eye. "Was it weird driving past the Beta house?" Bradley just shrugged, and then you said, "I hate walking past it when I go to campus to teach."

"Why, Sugar?" he asked.

You pressed your lips together and then ducked your head away from him. Bradley gave you a moment to process what you wanted to say, but every part of him really wanted to tell you he still felt the same way about you ten years later. He didn't want to hear you tell him that your heart ached when he was standing right in front of you now.

You swallowed hard. "Because that's where I broke up with you." Your voice sounded so small, and it took you a few more seconds to meet his eyes. You laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "You always called me a smart girl, but I just don't know."

Bradley kissed your lips. "You'll always be smarter than me."

You pushed away from the wall and cleared your throat. "I'm going to get cleaned up and get changed," you whispered, glancing down at your cum streaked thighs.

Bradley grinned and kissed you on the forehead. Then you pulled your dress off and started walking around naked, gathering some sweatpants and a sports bra and heading to the bathroom.

He ended up collapsing on your couch to wait for you. He was debating coming clean about living in San Diego. More than anything, since last night, he had wanted you to choose him now. Maybe you didn't want to tie him down before, but he really liked the idea of being with you again now. You made sense to him in a way that nobody else ever had. And if there was even a chance he could make you his again, he wasn't going to want to give it a go with any other woman.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Your voice made him both eternally comfortable and also slightly uneasy now. He just nodded and watched you get two mugs of tea ready in your tiny kitchen, wearing just your sports bra and baggy sweatpants.

When you set the mugs down on the coffee table and dropped down on the couch next to him, you were instantly snuggling up against him. He wrapped his arm around you and let your lips graze his scarred neck.

"Are you looking forward to seeing anyone tonight?" you asked, letting your hand settle on his leg. "I haven't really kept up with anyone."

Bradley smiled and laughed softly. "Sugar, I think I subconsciously came back here just in case you were going to be here." You buried your face against him and hummed. "But to answer your question, I wouldn't mind seeing Tyson. I talk to him occasionally."

"You do? That's nice. Always thought he was too good for Janessa."

Bradley snorted. "She cheated on him like a month after we graduated."

You rolled your eyes up at him and said, "I'm not surprised."

"He always liked you. Everyone was so shocked you were with me," he said, trailing his hand along your bare skin. "Me included."

You turned to face him, fullying climbing into his lap and sitting on his left thigh. Bradley welcomed you there, almost delighting in this pleasure you were bestowing upon him before the almost certain pain he would feel tomorrow and the day after and the day after, when he returned home alone.

You pushed your fingers up into his hair and kissed his mustache and then his lips. The tip of your nose was pressing into his cheek as you sighed and whispered, "You were the best boyfriend I ever had."

This simple sentence was echoing around in his mind. How could that be possible? After so many years? But you'd done the impossible to him, too. And you were doing it again now, the way your fingers were soothing him and making his breathing and heart rate feel so calm and even. But you were exciting him at the same time. His eyes drifted closed as he held you against him.

"Sometimes, when I've been on an aircraft carrier for too long and I haven't slept in days, the only thing I can think about at night is you." He hadn't really meant to say that out loud, and he wasn't sure he actually had until he heard and felt your sharp intake of breath.

When Bradley opened his eyes, an expression close to confusion was clouding your face, and he didn't think he had the strength to explain himself. So he cleared his throat. "What do you say, Sugar... want to see some pictures of the carriers and my Super Hornet?"

"Okay," you agreed softly, and he was immediately digging in his pocket for his phone.

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You were reeling a bit, sitting on Bradley's lap while he scrolled through his photo gallery in search of some photos to show you. He still currently thinks about you. He hadn't said those exact words, but you could tell. And you still thought about and missed him too.

"Here's one on the USS Leyte Gulf," he said, and you were treated to a photo of him in front of his aircraft. He was wearing what he referred to as his flight suit and holding his red and yellow helmet in one hand. The F/A-18 behind him was absolutely enormous, and it was painted with Lt Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster" across the side.

"Wow, Lieutenant Beer Boy," you said, and he handed you his phone and told you to scroll through them.

"That's just before I finally got to go home. God, I look exhausted," he said. "Oh, that's Bob. We shared a bunk that time. And that's Coyote." You scrolled and looked at the most beautiful photo of the sun setting over the water.

Then he found you a picture of him in New Zealand and another of him in Hawaii. "You've seen the whole world," you whispered with a smile. "You did everything I hoped you would."

He just held you a little tighter.

"Oh," you whispered. "Show me a picture of your uniform."

Bradley licked his lips and looked you in the eye. "If I show you a picture, you gonna promise to leave a wet spot on my uniform pants one day?"

You pressed your lips together and kind of rolled your eyes. "You told me not to be embarrassed about that. Both times."

"It's hot, Sugar," he whispered before looking through his photos. "Here you go. My khaki uniform."

You had to stifle a moan. "Wow. Those pants look very snug, Beer Boy." Bradley tipped his head back and laughed. "Don't you have other uniforms too? Like for special occasions?"

Bradley was still chuckling. "Yeah. And you're more than welcome to get those ones wet too."

You lightly smacked his chest and he responded by kissing you. "Show me what those ones look like."

"I don't think I have any pictures saved..... oh, hang on. There are some on Instagram."

You scoffed and said, "You don't even have an Instagram account."

Bradley tiled his chin up to look at you. "How do you know that?"

He looked amused, and you couldn't lie to him. "You don't have any social media accounts. I've checked," you said softly, tangling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt.

"That's right. You're on Instagram though. But it's set to private," he said with a grin.

"You've looked?" you asked him, burying your face in his neck.

"Of course. Been hoping one day you'd remove the privacy settings so I could see what you look like now. The answer to that is fucking gorgeous, by the way."

"Bradley," you whispered. Your cheeks were burning hot, and you just couldn't meet his eyes.

"Here's my uniform, Sugar," he whispered, and you repositioned yourself on his lap a bit.

"Holy shit," you gasped, looking at the photo of him wearing a head to toe white uniform, including a hat that would have looked silly on most people.

"There's one in my dress blues as well," he murmured, scrolling down to another, equally sexy looking photo. But your eyes caught on a different photo.

"Who's that?" you asked, pointing to a photo of him wearing cutoff shorts and sunglasses at the beach. He had his arm around a petite, brunette woman in a bathing suit. She was so beautiful, you felt a little sick with jealousy. "She's pretty. Was that your girlfriend?"

Bradley started laughing so hard, you weren't sure what you'd said that could have been that funny. You crossed your arms and waited for him to take a breath.

"That's Nat," he said, squeezing you against him as he wiped a tear from his eye. "And I find her quite repulsive, actually. At least as a romantic prospect, Sugar."

"How? She's so lovely," you said, still looking at the photo of them together and pouting. "Is this her Instagram account?"

"Yeah," he answered with a grin. You scrolled along, noticing that photos of her with Bradley were pretty prominently featured. There was one of them eating a pile of hot wings. There was another one of them both in their flight suits. There was one of them laying on rafts in a pool. "She is pretty. But she's vomited on me more times than I can count. She eats all the food I buy and leaves the empty packages. And she makes up horrifying nicknames for me. Just like unspeakably awful riffs on my call sign. Her favorite one is Little Chicken Cock Boy."

Now you were smiling. "She sounds like a very good friend."

"She is," he confirmed. "And she thinks you're pretty."

Your eyes went wide. "My Instagram is private."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "So is the photo I have of us from when we were twenty one. That doesn't mean she didn't get me to show it to her and Bob when I was tipsy one night."

You gasped. "You showed them a picture?" What if he still had the dirty ones you snapped in the kitchen at his fraternity house? You really hoped he did.

"Mmhmm," Bradley said, blushing profusely but still looking at you. "Nat knows all about you. When I tell her I ran into you... she's going to flip out."

"She knows about me?" Your heart wasn't going to be able to handle much more of this. He told his best friend about you.

"All about you," he confirmed.

"Even the study room?" you asked with a smirk.

"Come on, Sugar, some things are sacred."

"Sacred?" you said with a laugh. "I don't know if you'd call what we did in there exactly holy..."

"Always felt like a religious experience to me," he swore, crossing his heart with his index finger. "Today was no different."

His face was a little too serious, and you knew he wasn't joking. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again, tucking your forehead against his neck. You didn't say anything else, just listened to his even breathing and melted into his warm touch.

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You dozed off with your head resting on him, and Bradley let you sleep for a while. He felt so content, he could have taken a nap too, but he knew he needed to soak up all of this time with you while he could. So he stayed awake and enjoyed the sound of your soft breathing and the feel of your weight against him.

But it was getting late now. The sun was getting low in the sky. Neither one of you had taken a single sip of the mugs of tea that you made, and Bradley was thirsty and starving. And he assumed you would need time to get changed for the class reunion.

"Sugar," he whispered, and you started to stir when he ran his hand along the length of your arm until he was holding your hand. "Wake up, baby."

You arched your back and sighed, your lips grazing his neck. "Bradley," you moaned softly in your sleepy voice. His cock twitched from the sound of his name on your lips.

Then you moaned a little louder as your lips connected with his in an unhurried kiss, and Bradley no longer cared if you and he got to the reunion on time, if at all.

You slowly positioned your legs so you were straddling his thighs, never taking your lips away from his. Bradley's hands found your hips and then reached around to grab your ass, pulling you flush against his hardening cock.

When you released his lips and gasped, he swore to you, "I will never recover from this weekend."

And then your mouth met his again while all of your fingers tangled a little roughly in his hair. You pulled him by his hair until his lips met your neck. "Maybe I don't want you to," you whispered, and Bradley treated you to his mustache on your soft skin. "Maybe I want you to keep on thinking about me like this."

He nipped at your neck and slowly pulled your sports bra over your head. Then he tilted his head down to taste both of your tattoos, running his lips and tongue along them. "I'm never gonna be able to stop," he growled, sucking on the song lyrics he had always associated with how much he had loved you.

He let you grind slowly against him through your clothing and his, your head tipped back while he gently kissed your breasts. When you started to reach for his shirt and pull it off, you whispered, "God you feel good."

Bradley kept your motions slow with his hands on your hips, and after another minute you were practically panting. You suddenly scrambled off of his lap and started to yank off your sweatpants. And then you were standing between his splayed legs, looking down at him. You bit your lip and let your fingers drift down along the front of your body while Bradley unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with a groan. He watched you teasing yourself, pretty manicured fingers dipping down into your own wetness and then teasing your clit.

"God damn it, Sugar." He was yanking his jeans and boxers down below his knees, and then you were climbing back onto his lap. "I wanna go slow," he told you as he guided you closer with his big hands on your body. You nodded for him, nudging yourself against his tip and hissing. You dragged yourself along his length, soaking him with your wetness and teasing your clit with him.

Bradley's mind was focused only on you. His body felt like it was on fire everywhere you touched him with your lips. And as you sank down around him, he could feel your teeth and tongue on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his mouth.

"Oh fuck," you gasped quietly, moving your hips slowly as you rode him. You were the best. You were still the best sex of his life. For a long time, he had thought that you were just magical in that way. But now that you connected with him again physically after so long, he was pretty sure it had more to do with everything he loved about you. "Beer Boy!" You were dragging your nails through his hair again, and he could feel the tension building in your body. He knew you were getting close, the slow, smooth movements of your hips becoming more erratic.

"Cum all over me, Sugar," he whispered, leaning his head back to watch your face as he gently palmed your tits and teased his fingers along your tattoos. "I wanna see it."

He watched every emotion and expression on your face, enjoyed every squeeze of your pussy around his cock. Absorbed every small sound you made. Relished the way your nails were digging into his shoulders. And all the while you were whining his name at increasing volume.

He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt about you, but doing so while he was buried deep inside you seemed like simultaneously the best and worst idea he had ever had. So instead he pressed his lips to yours while you came around him, and he thrust up into you a few times until he was filling you up again.

You collapsed against him, hands tucked behind his neck and your lips at his ear. "I... oh... Bradley."

You sounded fucking stupid, and he wanted to make you this way all the time.

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"How do I look?" Bradley asked you, even though he'd just spent the last twenty minutes getting himself ready and getting dressed in his suit right in front of you.

"Sexy," you told him, and he actually had the nerve to blush a little bit. You had just finished doing your hair and makeup, and now you were pulling your dress out of your tiny closet. "Why is tonight's theme black tie formal?" you asked. "As if I really had the money to spend on this damn dress."

But Bradley's eyes went wide as you draped it across your bed. "It was worth every fucking penny," he told you with a grin. "Want me to help you put it on?"

You nodded and took your sports bra off again, letting him have a minute to kiss and stroke your breasts and your tattoos while you giggled. "Okay, okay, Beer Boy. Help me with my dress!"

Bradley groaned and helped you slip it on and then zip up the back, and when you spun to face him, you already knew where his eyes would be.

"Sugar," he whispered reverently. Your dress had cutouts on each side, and parts of your tattoos were visible. "You look perfect."

Silently, you handed Bradley your high heels and sat on the edge of your bed while he knelt and helped you put them on. As you watched his graceful fingers rub against your ankles, your heart clenched in your chest.

"Are you flying out tomorrow?"

He caressed the inside of your calf before looking up at you with a guarded expression. "Yeah. I have a flight at 8 in the morning."

You were instantly fighting a nauseous feeling that was rising up inside you while Bradley placed a kiss to your knee where the slit of your dress had fallen open. You had barely twelve more hours with him before he would be leaving in his rental car to drive to the airport. It wasn't enough time. It wasn't fair. But you drew in a shaky breath and said, "Let's make the most of it?"

It sounded like a question even to your ears, but Bradley nodded and stood, pulling you to your feet and into his arms.

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There was no way you'd be able to walk to the other end of campus in your heels. Bradley offered to carry you the whole way, but you rolled your eyes and insisted on calling a ride to take you both to the UVA conference center. As Bradley helped you out of the car, he wrapped his arm around you, tucking his fingers inside the fabric of your dress cutout and making you giggle as you both disappeared into the crowd of your former classmates entering the building.

"What the fuck?" Bradley mumbled as you and he walked through the main lobby area. "None of this was updated when we were students."

You laughed. "Looks like they used our tuition money to make everything better after we graduated."

"Ridiculous," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

The main hall was set up with so many tables, and there were so many people filling the space, Bradley was surprised. But you took his hand in yours and led him toward a table that was only half filled and found two seats together. Bradley glanced around, desperately wanting to avoid small talk with these people and just spend the entire night basking in your presence. But he let you introduce yourself and him to the table before he pulled you toward the bar.

"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get the good beers."

You just rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him like you still couldn't quite believe this was all happening. As the short line for drinks moved, Bradley guided you backwards with his hands on your hips.

"Thanks for being my last minute date," he said with a smile as his fingers found your exposed tattoos again. Those song lyrics were for him; he knew that, but he also knew that you were still unattainable to him.

"Thanks for coming to Virginia and making this the best weekend I've had in a very long time," you replied softly, and the smile was immediately wiped away from Bradley's lips. There was still so much he wanted to say to you. Fuck, you kept hinting at things and beating around the bush, but he just wanted to know where he stood with you now. The fact that he knew how this was going to play out, how he just knew he'd handed you his heart on a platter a second time, was probably going to kill him. Once again.

You turned your head so your cheek was pressed against his shirt right below his bowtie, and he guided you backward another step.

"Sugar, I think we need to talk about me and you. I think we should-"

But your body stiffened in his arms, and he felt goosebumps along your arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but as soon as he followed your gaze across the room, he saw what had upset you.

Bradley's focus landed on not only Jeff, but also Phoebe, sitting at the same table. And Jeff's cool eyes had settled on you and Bradley, tangled up in each other's arms.

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christine ➫ 38 ➫ HNL, HI / PNW (Seattle, Mostly) ➫ full-time baby girl, part-time feral gremlin. architectural designer by day, fanfic writer by night. This is an 18+ Blog, please, MDNI.

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Never Say Never

Chapter 20

Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader

Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.

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Two Years Later

Indianapolis in the summer was hot and humid. You tugged at the cotton of your shirt, pulling the material away from your wet, sticky body. All you wanted right now was to lie on your couch, your feet propped up, enjoying the air conditioning and an iced coffee. But coffee was limited to you these days and decaf just didn’t bring the same joy. What was the point? And no matter what anyone said, it did not taste the same.

The bookstore was packed with people, the air conditioner not doing much amidst the radiating body heat of the crowd, books cradled in their arms, waiting to meet the author. Mike sat at a table in the center, smiling up at a customer as he signed the copy of his latest book, Paladin of the Dead Kingdom, a sequel to his debut novel which had raced up the charts to number one on the New York Times bestseller list, shocking everyone but probably him mostly.

Releasing a long slow breath, you pressed your hand against the base of your back in an attempt to soothe the ache that had settled low in your spine. Rolling your shoulders, you moved forward, continuing to browse the selection of books on the shelf in front of you. With as much time as you'd been spending with your feet up every night, you'd been getting a lot of reading done. A few new additions to your quickly dwindling pile would be good.

Your fingers trailed over the spines as you read, waiting for something to catch your eye, the sun shining in the window hitting the diamond on your left hand with a shimmering sparkle. A soft smile crossed your lips as you flashed back to last year, you and Steve under a trellis of flowers that the girls had put together in your backyard.

It had been a small ceremony, held on the anniversary of the day you had met each other the previous year. Your closest family and friends had gathered around as you vowed to love each other until death parted you. A slight twinge of panic had raced up your spine at those words but you had pushed it down, refusing to believe that life could be that cruel twice. No. You had been lucky enough to find him and you would be allowed to keep him. You had to believe that.

Everything with the two of you had moved pretty fast. You'd bought your house, with the wraparound porch you’d always dreamed of and the pool in the backyard that you couldn’t get the boys out of during the summer, only a few months after meeting. Steve had proposed two months after that. Seven months later you were married. From first sighting to wedding rings in the span of a year but you wouldn’t change a single thing. It didn’t matter how quickly it moved when you were certain you’d found the one that was meant for you.

“Mike is eating all this attention up,” El groaned, approaching with little Max on her hip. He’d just turned one last week and you could not get enough of his full little cheeks, dimples appearing as he grinned widely at you, drool slipping out of his mouth as he chewed at the teether El was trying to soothe him with. “But I’m so proud of him. He never thought his book would go anywhere, let alone be an instant bestseller.”

“Yeah. Well, there’s a lot of nerds in the world,” Dustin said, stepping up and holding out his arms. Baby Max leapt right into them. “The nerds far outnumber the non-nerds and he wrote something that appealed to every single one of them. Didn’t he, Max?” He grinned, bouncing his hip, Max giggling. “That’s right. Daddy did good. Huh, Max?”

“While I appreciate you naming your child after me,” Max interrupted, leaning against the side of the bookcase. “It is highly creepy to hear Dustin say my name in that baby voice.”

“Oh, Auntie Max is such a downer, isn’t she? She’s as grouchy as Oscar. We just need to find her a trash can,” Dustin cooed. “Come on little Max. I saw some cookies on the table in the back. Let’s get you one.”

“Dustin, not too much sugar, please,” El called but he was already gone and she sighed, tossing her hands in the air. “He’s going to let him have way too many cookies, isn’t he?”

“Oh yeah,” you grinned. “Not to mention punch. There’s fruit punch back there and cupcakes. Max will be all sugared up.”

“Great. At least the hotel has a pool. He can swim it out before bed.”

Robin and June walked up, hand in hand, and you smiled. Sometime within the last year, Robin has stopped being so self conscious about being affectionate with her girlfriend in public. She’d stopped worrying about what other people thought or what their reaction would be. She just let herself be happy. Even better, the two hadn’t encountered too much ignorance, choosing to ignore the side eyes or wrinkled noses. If anyone had anything to say, you would be more than happy to put them in their place.

Robin had moved out of her apartment when the lease was up last August and moved in with June. The two were now running the coffee shop together. Business was booming with all of Robin’s ideas. They had things going on every single night and the town was eager to come in, not only for the coffee and sandwiches anymore, but for all the extras. People waited anxiously to hear what the next read was for book club or to see the sign advertising what new musician would be playing. Local artists and poets signed up on a waiting list that was six months long to be able to come in and feature their work.

“This is one hell of a turnout,” June commented, eyes wide as she took in the crowd packed into the bookstore.

“Isn’t it amazing? It really means a lot to Mike that you all came to support him,” El told them with a smile.

“Of course we did,” Jonathan said, him and Nancy walking up. “Plus, it gave us a nice little getaway. We’re all going to take the boys to the Indianapolis Zoo tomorrow and to a baseball game on Sunday. They can’t wait. Jere is so excited to see his first professional game.”

Nancy laughed, “Well, the guys are going to take the boys to the baseball game. Y/N and I have appointments at the spa.”

You smiled, inhaling and exhaling deeply, “You have no idea how much I am looking forward to that. My feet could use some serious pampering right now.”

“Everything could use some pampering right about now,” Nancy said, waving her hand up and down to indicate your whole body. “Why do you think Steve booked it?”

Every time you thought Steve couldn’t get anymore perfect, he managed to prove you wrong, to do something to surprise you. When talk of this trip to support Mike’s book release came up, he’d instantly suggested you should turn it into a little vacation for all of you. You were all for the idea, excited to show him the Indianapolis Zoo that you’d enjoyed so much five years ago when Justin had brought you. You fully intended on replacing your broken coffee mug on this trip.

Then last week, he dropped a brochure on your lap. It was for a spa in the city. He’d booked you the Ultimate Package. It included a massage, a facial, manicure, pedicure, a hair wash, and style. You’d argued with him, telling him it was too much, but he’d insisted. Then he’d tempted you even more by telling you that Nancy was going with you.

You and Nancy had grown exceptionally close over the last couple of years. The woman you’d been so terrified of had turned out to be one of the most exceptional people you’d ever met. She’d welcomed you into their little family from the moment she’d met you and she had supported you and Steve every step of the way. Janice had been your maid of honor but Nancy had stood right next to her, a beautiful bridesmaid, her eyes shining with tears of joy as you and Steve had promised to love one another forever.

The bell above the door rang lightly, barely heard over the chatter of conversation within the four walls. Eli and Jeremiah came racing in, darting straight for their moms, red faced, shiny with sweat, and beaming from ear to ear.

“We pet a dog!” Eli yelled. “He was so big, mommy, like way bigger than me. Even bigger than Miles!”

Steve trailed behind them, clearly out of breath from trying to keep up with the boys. He stopped in front of you, hands on his hips, chest rising and falling deeply.

“Great Dane,” he muttered.

He’d offered to take the boys for a walk to get them out of everybody’s hair for a minute. They had been bursting with energy and sitting or standing nicely in the bookshop was not cutting it at the moment. You had been nervous they were going to cause a commotion if they didn’t get out of there for a bit.

“And we went to a playground!” Jeremiah added. “You should have seen it! It had everything and the monkey bars were so high but I did them anyway! I wasn’t even scared!”

“Yeah! And they had this swing that two people could sit on! It was like a circle and we sat on it and Daddy pushed us and we went so high!” Eli yelled.

“Wow, that’s incredible,” Jonathan replied, leaning down, hands on his knees. “How about we go get you both a cookie and some punch and you can pick out a book and sit and rest for a bit. I bet you could use some rest after all that excitement.”

“I sure could,” grumbled Steve, but his smile didn’t match his tone. The man might grumble and moan but he loved those boys with everything he had. And nothing made him happier than spending time with them.

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, damp at the base of his neck from the heat and exertion, “did the boys wear you out, baby?”

“A bit,” he nodded. “They never stop, those two. They just have endless energy. I wish I could bottle up a fraction of it. It’s hard keeping up with them.”

“Well, you better get to training then,” Nancy teased, her eyes dropping to your stomach and then back up to Steve. “You’ve only got a couple months to get ready for an all new one. You think they’re exhausting now, do you remember Jeremiah at one and two and three?”

Yes, Eli was getting the sibling that you had always hoped for him to have but hadn’t expected to happen. After you were married, you had stopped birth control, the two of you deciding that if it happened, it happened. You weren’t stressing it. You would be content either way but when you realized in February that your period was a month late and that stick had shown two pink lines, you'd both been elated.

The idea of a little person that was a mixture of the two of you, a living, breathing testament to the love you shared, filled you both with more joy than you'd expected. It felt like a symbol of not only your relationship, but the blending of your two families into one. Beautiful splashes of color that collided to create the most beautiful piece of art. Because there was no doubt in your mind that this baby would be beautiful, especially if she got her dad’s lashes and that head of full, thick hair.

“Have you guys finally picked out a name?” questioned Robin for what had to be the twentieth time. “You know, I keep telling you that Robin is a pretty great name.”

“I would offer up Max but that’s already taken,” the red head shrugged. “Not that you couldn’t also name your child after me. I mean, I am obviously the coolest one here.”

El laughed, “While I agree, it would be very challenging to have two little ones running around with the same name. It’s already hard with you and my son.”

“Besides, Robin is the obvious choice,” Robin cut in.

“Why is Robin the obvious choice? Why not June?” her girlfriend asked. “I think it’s a very pretty name.”

“It’s a beautiful name for the most beautiful girl,” Robin said, “but I have been friends with Steve for fourteen years.”

“Well, if we’re going by the longest time knowing someone, then I should win,” Nancy argued. “I’ve known Steve for sixteen years and I am the mother of his other child. I think that gives me bonus points. Maybe the baby should be called Nancy.”

“I don’t know that Jere would want his little sister to be named the same thing as his mom,” Steve mused.

“Why not? Guys name their kids after themselves all the time.��

“While that is true,” you began, cutting off the conversation, “we have already settled on a name. She will be Peyton Robin Harrington.”

“Ohh!” El’s eyes went wide, her hands clasped to her chest. “I love Peyton. That’s such a cute name.”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t lend itself to any weird nicknames,” Steve said, his arms coming around you, hands covering your round belly. “That was one of my biggest concerns. I didn’t want to pick anything that could be turned into something awful.”

“Like Pey?” offered Lucas, earning a glare from Steve.

“Oh! Peyday!” Max grinned.

“Or PeyPey,” teased Robin.

Nancy snorted, “How about Ton? Come here little Ton!”

“You all suck,” Steve snapped, rolling his eyes. “None of you will be calling my beautiful little girl any of those awful names.”

“I don’t know,” you joked. “Peyday has a certain ring to it.”

“Don’t you start, too,” groaned Steve.

“Oh! Or Peycheck!”

“Honey, seriously…”

“Peyroll! No! I got it. Peypaya.”

Steve’s hands rested on his hips, his face so unamused that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You guys are so funny. Leave my daughter alone.”

“Hey,” you protested, winding your arms around his waist, feeling him melt against you, his hands leaving his hips to come around you. “She’s my daughter too.”

“So stop trying to start off her life by traumatizing her. She’ll never live down a name like Peypaya.”

“While I think Robin should have been her first name, I guess I am willing to accept the middle name,” the blond huffed, folding her arms and rolling her eyes. “I guess it’s still a little recognition of how neither of you could function without me.”

“We really couldn’t,” you agreed. “I mean, who would keep this one in line for me?” You nodded your head toward Steve and he snorted, shaking his head.

“Seriously. This dingus thought doing the whole baby room without you as a surprise while you were visiting your parents would be a good idea.”

“Hey! I thought it would be nice for her to come home to a finished nursery. I was just trying to save my wife from extra work.”

“Yeah and then she wouldn’t have had a say in any of it. She would have smiled and thanked you and secretly hated it every single time she walked into the room and it wasn’t what she’d envisioned,” Max told him. “Robin was right. You cannot do home renovations without your wife’s opinion.”

“I asked Janice for input. She knows her better than anyone.”

It was true. Janice knew exactly what you would want. The sage green nursery, photos of zoo animals that your friend had taken for you adorning the walls, soft pastel orange bedding and pillows, cuddly stuffed animals propped throughout. It was perfect and Janice would have guided Steve to do exactly that.

The two of you had been ecstatic when you'd found out that you were having a girl. Janice’s daughter, Olive, was only eighteen months so the girls would be close in age. Both of you hoped your girls would be just as inseparable as their moms were, a built in life-long friend.

Max relented, “Okay. I mean, asking her best friend was a solid plan. If anyone would know what she wanted, it was her.”

“Exactly and what she told me is exactly what my wife wanted anyway. I could have done it and then she wouldn’t have had to stress.”

“Either way, the nursery is perfect. The boys had the best time helping us get everything ready. They even each picked out an animal for the room. Eli wanted an elephant because it starts with ‘e’ and Jeremiah went with giraffe because it has the same sound as his name, even if the letters are different. His words, not mine.” You laughed, remembering how excited the boys had been running through the baby store, helping you pick out things for the room.

“They were a little bummed that we didn’t go with a superhero theme,” Steve added.

“Well, of course,” chuckled Lucas. “What little girl wouldn’t want Batman and Superman?”

Max shrugged, “I mean, you could have gone with Catwoman and Wonder Woman. That would have been pretty kickass.”

Mike stumbled over into their aisle, looking exhausted but happy, a wide smile stretching his face. He leaned down to kiss El and then dropped down to the floor dramatically in front of the bookshelf.

“My hand is going to wither and fall off,” he groaned, shaking his fingers. “I don’t even know how many books I signed.”

“Oh please. You love it,” Lucas told him.

Mike grinned, “I do. I never thought this would actually be me. I mean, nothing Mike Wheeler, kid who was picked on by the assholes all through school, now a bestselling author. People actually line up just to meet me and get me to slap my signature on something I wrote. It’s insane, man, but so damn cool.”

“Dada!”

Little Max came racing over, Dustin rushing behind him, clearly having lost control of the situation. The little guy flung himself into Mike’s open arms and the guy who’d looked terrified at the thought of being a father, scooped him up, kissing the top of his hair that was the shade of midnight, just like his dad’s.

“Hey buddy.”

Max held up the cookie he currently had in his hand, the whole thing a mushy wet mess from where he’d been gnawing at it. He tried to put it in Mike’s mouth and he grimaced, shaking his head.

“No thank you. That’s Max’s cookie. You eat it, buddy.”

“And how many cookies is that, Dustin?” inquired El, the girl already having the mom look down, currently giving it to Dustin.

The boy shrugged, curls spilling out from under his ballcap, “I don’t know. Not too many…I mean…” He ran his hand over his mouth, mumbling, “Four.”

“Four! Did you say four?” El groaned, her head dropping back. “Dustin, seriously. I am going to make you deal with him when he’s running up and down the hallways of the hotel and refusing to go to sleep.”

“Okay. I don’t mind hanging out with the little dude.”

El’s eyes rolled up into her head as the adult Max patted her shoulder gently.

“Well, while he’s had four cookies, I’ve had nothing for the last three hours and I am starving,” Mike announced, one arm around his son as he rose up to his feet. “What do you all say we head out and get some dinner?”

“You buying?” asked Nancy.

“Yeah, with that big advance, you can afford it, right?” Lucas agreed.

Robin placed an arm on his shoulder, grinning, “Mr. Big Bucks over here these days.”

“Oh! If Mike’s buying, I am getting all the drinks,” June said.

“And dessert,” Max added. “Maybe we should order every dessert on the menu. You know, so we can taste everything.”

“Don’t forget appetizers,” Will stated.

Nolan nodded, “Yeah. I love to taste test things at other restaurants. Give me ideas for new recipes. I bet we could manage to order one of everything on the menu, for research, you know?”

“You guys are jerks,” Mike huffed.

“What, with that fancy Range Rover you drive now, I assumed you must have lots of expendable cash,” Jonathan said as he and the boys joined them.

“I mean, I’m doing okay,” Mike shrugged, his ears turning bright red. “I wouldn’t say I’m rolling in cash but I can buy dinner.”

They all whooped and cheered, heading out of the bookshop and onto the streets of Indy.

“But not one of everything on the menu!” he yelled after them.

“What?” Robin bellowed. “Sorry. Can’t hear you!”

“Yeah!” Lucas yelled. “Too busy imagining all the food I’m going to eat!”

Steve rolled his eyes at the group, his arm coming around your shoulder as you trailed behind everybody. His mouth dropped to your ear, lips brushing over the tender skin as he whispered, “Regretting getting mixed up with this crew? Rethinking your choices?”

“Never,” you said, and you meant it, because this guy right here and everyone that came along with him were the best choice you’d ever made. Two years ago you’d said you would never find something this amazing again. But never say never.

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in my dreams, you love me back | kamisato ayato x female! reader

genre romance, angst, hurt / no comfort

cw arranged marriage, ayato's kind of an asshole, heartbreak | not proofread.

inspired by in my dreams by red velvet

notes in my angstfics era i think and i'll write a part 2 of this maybe

sequel i love you

The version of Kamisato Ayato in your head was better than he was in reality.

In your dreams, he would eat dinner with you and talk about his day. After a tiring day at work, just seeing your face makes him happy.

"I'm home." Ayato enters your shared house and notices you sleeping on the couch. Ah, just the sight of you makes his tiring day better. He takes a glance at the dining table and sees all the delicious food you had made for him. 'Hmm... Looks like she hasn't eaten yet.' And just in time, you flutter your eyes open and see your husband looking at you with a smile. "Oh, you're home! How long have you been there?" "Not too long, my love. Come on, let's eat these delectable dishes you've made. I can't wait to tell you about what happened at work today."

In reality, his chair often is empty, you're always alone while eating and when he eats with you, he never talks at all.

"I made dinner." You awkwardly pointed at the dining table as Ayato entered your shared house, and he simply nodded while taking off his coat. While eating, no words were muttered. Not even a 'thank you'. He only ate with you once a week, and it was always like this. But you still loved him.

In your dreams, he would sleep with you every night, embracing you as you both fall into a slumber, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

"I love you," Ayato whispers, hugging your frame tightly. "Goodnight." You lift yourself up to kiss his lips as you say, "Goodnight, I love you too," before going back to curl up into his chest. It wasn't long till you fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of Ayato in your dreams.

In reality, he wouldn't even sleep in the same bed with you.

Ever since you two got married a year ago, instead of being in a shared bedroom, Ayato would always tell you that he'll sleep in the guests' bedroom. And a few months later, he stopped letting you know. He didn't have to, as he'd go straight into another room to sleep. But you still loved him.

Every time you woke up after dreaming of Ayato, you'd cry.

You could only dream of him loving you back.

"I understand that you don't like me, but could you at least talk to me?" It was funny that you were both living together for a year but almost never spoke to each other, or at least you tried speaking to him.

Ayato didn't even look up from the papers on his desk, "I'm busy."

You looked up, trying to stop your tears from falling. You finally had enough. "Do you hate me so much that you won't even talk to me?"

No response.

"What did I even do to you?"

"What did you ever do to me?" He looked at you, jaw clenched. "You confessed to me that you love me a week before your father told me we were getting married—"

"It wasn't my choice to marry you, Ayato!" You cried, "I only knew about it the same day my father told you!"

You've known Ayato since you were kids, and you've liked him ever since, even dreaming about marrying him. You confessed your love to him last year and he said he couldn't give you an answer yet, then a week after your confession, your father arranged a marriage for the both of you.

And he thought this was your way to have him all by yourself. He thought this was your doing. He thought you begged your father for you to marry him.

"Just because I couldn't give you an answer to your confession—"

"Stop!" Now, tears were streaming down your face. "Stop accusing me of such things!"

He doesn't even trust you, so there was no way he could believe you.

Sobbing uncontrollably as you ran back to your room, you wrote to your mother about how you want a divorce, how you couldn't take the pain anymore.

You didn't have a choice when your father told you that you were getting married to the man you loved. Heck, you don't even know if you could have a divorce because you knew your father would get angry.

You eventually stopped doing all the things you once did for Ayato... He never asked for it, anyway, so he shouldn't mind them anymore.

"You're leaving?"

Ayato asked and you cursed at yourself for still feeling butterflies in your stomach, because you had to move on from him.

Without saying anything, you nodded, carrying a bag of your belongings as you passed by him to walk to the door. While your father disagreed with the divorce, your mother had suggested that you live in another home. At least the both of you are still married but not under the same roof.

"...Why?" His question almost made you scoff, turning to face him.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't—"

"That's what I thought," You turned around and said, "I won't be living here anymore."

He said nothing, and you got the message. You left and never looked back.

You could only wish you got the happy ending like the one in your dreams.

#♡.heather’s writings #♡.sfw #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin #genshin x reader #ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato angst #genshin impact x you #ayato x y/n #ayato x you

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Bringing the kids to meet the Jersey Devil!

This is my piece for the Gravity Falls 10 Years Later Zine! @gf10yearslaterzine

(It does not, obviously, take place a full ten years later, but definitely after the show ends; which was within the scope of the zine.)

It's also kind of a sequel to a piece I did a while ago, of Stan and Ford taking a selfie with the Jersey Devil (in 2018). That's where I worked out my version of the Jersey Devil, and that's why this doesn't match the depiction in the "Gravity Falls: Lost Legends" story "The Jersey Devil's in the Details". I like that design, but decided to stick with my own for consistency. (My Jersey Devil is also a more intelligent and friendly fellow than the one in the graphic novel!)

One thing I did borrow from the graphic novel is the positioning of the Glass Shard Beach lighthouse, in relation to the amusement pier. They showed it located a distance from the pier and on its own high spot on a hill or cliff. So here we have the Pines, having climbed to the top, with the amusement pier and the rest of Glass Shard Beach visible below; still, some liberties taken with the perspective for the sake of the piece. (For a few reasons, I headcanon GSB as a barrier island, with a bay separating it from the mainland, like many of the resorts along the Jersey Shore.) This seems like a more discreet place to meet up with a flying monster! (Also: historically, there was a 1905 sighting of the Jersey Devil by the keeper of the Absecon Lighthouse, at the northern end of Atlantic City; he said the monster landed on top of the tower.)

Speaking of the amusement pier, this piece, done for Dipper and Mabel's birthday this year, is also a small prequel to this one. And, crossing fingers that I may get another prequel done to post tomorrow, for Halloween! (Which is why the timing of posting this today.)

(Main refs for this were: looking at a lot of pics of Jersey Shore aerial photography, sunsets, and amusement piers lit up at night; in particular, Seaside Heights, and Wildwood. I most strongly based this on Seaside Heights, though.)

Can't wait till more folks post their pieces! The zine is full of really stellar work!

#gravity falls #gf 10 years later zine #stanford pines #stanley pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #the jersey devil #sea grunks!#my art

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Brotherly love ❤️💚

This post is part of five posts made to celebrate the first anniversary of The Super Mario Bros Movie! Please consider checking the other four posts! 💖

Mario

Luigi

Princess Peach

Fave scenes & other characters

The brothers 🥹💚❤️

I have to be totally honest: the very first time I went to see this movie, I wasn't actually expecting to see such a display of brotherly love. As far as I can remember, the only games I'd seen these two actually caring for each other and working as a team had been in the Mario & Luigi series. Superstar Saga was actually the very first game that made me see them as two lovable characters and made me fall for both of them and also for their cute and beautiful brotherly bond.

I frankly didn't know what to expect from this movie regarding their relationship. I had obviously seen the trailers, but I wasn't so sure what Nintendo was going to do. I didn't want to set my expectations too high just in case.

And then I watched the movie and I couldn't stop smiling and crying 🥹

The way they care for each other. Mario defending and protecting Luigi both in the past and in the present. Luigi trying to comfort his bro and being ready to follow him wherever it's needed. The teasing. The trust. The rapport. The teamwork. The sync. The sheer and pure love.

And, more importantly, this 👇

Yes, I've already mentioned these two scenes because they were the ones that impacted me the most and gave me goosebumps and all the feels and tears and everything. But, come on, how could I make a whole post focusing on the love between the bros and not include the two moments in which they save each other's lives? 🥹💚❤️

I wake up and go to bed thinking about these two, about their deep and sincere love, about their willing to do anything for each other. This movie left a mark on me. These brothers, and the way their bond was portrayed, left a mark on me. And it remains to this day, one year later. And I will always be thankful for that because it's only brought me happiness and joy and emotion and amazing friends and people to share those feelings with 🥹

I love Mario and Luigi with all my heart 🥹 Their bond is deep, heartwarming, beautiful, cute, wholesome, pure, and it's honestly everything I could've asked to see in this movie. Can't wait to see more of them, both separatedly and as brothers, in the sequel 🥹❤️💚✨

Nothing can hurt them as long as they're together ❤️💚✨

#super mario bros #mario and luigi #mario #luigi #cute brothers #brotherly love #the brothers ever #love these brothers with all my heart #mario bros #super mario movie #first anniversary #the super mario bros movie #the super mario brothers movie #mario movie first anniversary #mario movie anniversary

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valentine-ofthe-ghostwiththemost · 8 days

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🎸MY THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS TO ADAM FROM HAZBIN HOTEL - (for now)🍖

Hello hello folks, I've been thinking about writing about this post/blog for a while now and here it is, because Adam is my favorite character (obsession) and I have a lot of things in my head that I need share before I kidnap someone to listen to me talk about it for hours on end.

Hahaha I'm just kidding...or am I?

TW: Mention of profanity and sex.

I'm writing this blog because I have a lot to say about Adam and I think I'm already bothering my friends too much (just kidding, I'm going to keep filling them with Adam until I say enough is enough🤓👆)

Alright, let's start, firstly I was already a big fan of Hazbin hotel's work since the time Vizziepop had released the pilot on YouTube at the time of on October 28, 2019, and man, I was simply OBSESSED with the work, I had no idea who Adam was at that time, I was only 11 years old (And I know, I know, Hazbin Hotel was not and is not intended for minors, but I didn't have internet surveillance on my parents, so that's what happened and now I'm 18 years old).

And boy, oh boy

I was in complete EUPHORIA when it became public on August 7, 2020 that Hazbin Hotel was going to have a sequel on Amazon, I only knew how to talk about it and was excited waiting for the release date.

And when I watched that episode where Charlie has a meeting with Adam...I was like "THAT MAN, I NEED THAT MAN‼️‼️"

And that song..."Hell is Forever"... I can't remember a day that I didn't clean the house listening to that sound and pretending the broom was a guitar while I beat my hair like an 80s rocker high (I know, it's an exaggerated comparison but that's how I feel, so let me have it).

Here, listen to this work of art sung by our (MY) beloved Alex Brightman

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In addition to the song "Stick it to the man" from the musical "School of rock" that Adam references in one of the items on the list of things to get into paradise, coincidentally his voice actor Alex Brightman also He is the main voice of the song and a character in the musical.

I spent all day listening to her today, but that's the least of it

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There are also some songs by other singers that make me think of Adam because of their lyrics, for example Lana del Rey, there is a song of hers that all I think of when I hear it is Adam, unfortunately I can't share it here because it is a discarded song by the singer that I managed to download on a pirated website that has been taken down a while ago.

The songs that make me think of him are "Push me down" and what made me think of Adam is the following part "I'm your little baby doll and you are my mister rock 'n roll", the song "Brooklyn Baby" because of the music part "Well, my boyfriend's in a band, He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed", the others songs are "Say yes to Heaven" and "Angels Forever".

Adam, besides being my favorite character and hyperfocus, was the reason I met the character Beetlejuice (my other hyperfocus) and the voice actor and actor Alex Brightman. Because he was the one who aroused my curiosity to know who his voice actor was since I recognized that his voice was the same as Fizzarolli's, and then when researching and discovering the actor, I also ended up discovering about Beetlejuice, I even have a blog about it, if you want to read it, this is it here.

Just like with Beetlejuice, I'm producing a page with drawings and collages about Adam in my sketchbook that I might post later in a future post about my sketchbook, but that's another topic.

In addition, I'm trying to put together some songs to create a playlist based on him, in it I'm putting rock songs from the 80s that I feel suit him or that he would listen to, some songs by the norwegian singer Aurora which are very reminiscent of and are based on the garden of Eden and Adam from the bible (although the Adam from Hazbin hotel and the one from the bible are completely different).

Some time ago I was writing a fanfic about Adam with an authorial character completely made by me, it was just a fanfic that I had written on character IA but then I decided to write it myself, but I never got around to posting it and kept it stored in my notepad.

The story took place in the timeline of the first season of the series, where heaven discovered that demons and beings from hell now possessed angelic fist weapons and could hurt or kill the exterminating angels after the death of one of the exterminating angels, they would need a new strategy or a new "weapon", and then with the decision of God and all the seraphim, she was created, an angel made to protect heaven and bring back balance by killing sinners in hell, her name was Angelita, and she would be handed over to Adam who would have to train her until the day of the next day of extermination (which would be the day in which Adam dies), throughout the story Adam would begin to feel something for her, unlike Lilith and Eve, he would fall in love out of true love and not obligation, this love between the two would be something forbidden (as a metaphor for the forbidden fruit of Eden) since by God's order she would have to be pure and virgin and that Adam would not fall into temptation for her, I won't tell the rest of the story, if you want I'll make a post just about that (I'll leave you curious hehe), all I can say is that Adam will not die and the ending is tragic, for all sides.

🤘🏻MY HEADCANONS ABOUT ADAM🎸

These headcanons are some things I thought Adam might like, do, or make me think of him, and I'm also writing this because most of the headcanons I find about him are about sex or couples things (Not that they're bad, some are actually quite cute and I read them when I need comfort), so I'm here to contribute some content just about him.

• About how he feels about have been betrayed

I know, Adam is not the best person in the world but man, he is not a monster, he is a human, the first human, unfortunately, human nature is curious and destructive, not that this is an excuse for everything Adam committed. But then I think, "How much did it hurt to be cheated on twice?", "Did he feel worthless, insufficient?", I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, then I think how bad he felt and feels, but he hides it all behind a false personality of "Dick Master" and "The First Man", titles, high ego and falsehood to hide your real self. The only part of Adam that we were shown about him was him being extremely selfish, rude, arrogant and sexist, but all in scenes where he was exposed to people, people who weren't close to him, and then I wonder if he's just all that, but I feel like Adam he's just a hurt man who hides what he feels behind a false personality, just like Angel Dust does. Proof that he cares about people (at least those he considers close) was his smile at Lute as he slowly lost his life in the arms of the exterminating angel who cried seeing him dying. (I cried so much at this scene 😭)

Adam is a sexist character, I can't deny that, but man, he's the first man, no one ever told him what was right and wrong, they always let him do what he wanted from the beginning of his creation, and even in heaven, but now he had Sera to put him in his place at least when she was around.

I might just be taking a shot in the dark or looking for something good in what isn't there, but that's how I think about Adam, so please let me have this, let me see there's still some good there.

• Adam has a chubby body (like a dad body)

Okay, this one took me a while to think about, because a lot of people draw him thin and we never see him without his tunic, which left me quite confused, but after analyzing some scenes and discovering he was made based on his voice actor (Alex Brightman) I had no more doubts.

In these scenes every time he is squeezed his belly ends up being marked and you can clearly see that he is a little chubby. I know there was that scene with Lilith at the beginning that shows him skinny, but let's face it guys, you can see from his scenes in heaven that he eats a lot, do you really think he wouldn't gain a little weight?

And even Lucifer during the fight in hell against him told Adam that he had really let himself go, kind of like he was different before when he was in the garden of Eden.

Honestly, I don't know why people try to say he's skinny, the fanarts are really beautiful and stuff, but come on, don't you think a chubby Adam would make more sense? I'm not saying this because I love chubby men (I think they're incredibly cute and it makes me want to hug them 😫💗) but I don't know, I just think that with all of his diet, which isn't the best, it made him gain a little weight in the meantime.

• He felt bad about being the only human in heaven

This is because of an art I saw on Pinterest and it made me reflect on it. Like, when he got to heaven he was the only one with human appearance, all other angels and winners (human souls who reach heaven) had different appearances, such as animal appearances, for example Molly, Angel Dust's sister, who is a spider.

So I think he may have made that mask with horns to feel more integrated into that society and less different.

•Adam plays guitar when he's feeling bad (sad, distressed, stuff like that)

I imagine that whenever Adam is feeling sad, distressed or even stressed, he goes somewhere alone and plays his guitar in calm chords expressing what he feels through the melody played, it would be calm notes but full of feelings, his black gloved fingers hitting the strings while all there is in the place are just him, his guitar and his mind, and no one else to see him like that.

I think that whenever he remembers Lilith and Eva's betrayals, he feels at least a little bad, and then playing his guitar stops and takes away all that bad feeling in his chest, even if it just goes away temporarily.

I imagine the following scenario, late afternoon almost dusk as the cotton white clouds take on a yellowish tone as the sun slowly sets bringing the night with it, while the sun brought the night with it, in Adam's chest that bitter feeling grew as memories knocked on the door again, leaving him more moody than usual, making him fly away from the city with his guitar to sit on the golden gates of heaven and as he plays the guitar calmly emptying that feeling from his chest so that the next day he pretends that nothing happened, but he knows, he knows that that will forever be stuck in his mind.

• He's not as popular as he says he is

Going back to that topic I said about him hiding behind a false narcissistic personality and high ego, I think that him being popular is a lie, both sexually and in society, I know, he is the first man and that would make him popular and the fact that he is a guitarist in a band, but think with me, would you like to be in the presence of someone or have relationships with someone who only knows how to curse all the time and talk about himself and how many girls he had sex with over the weekend?

Well, at least I think that everything he says is just stuff to inflate his ego and feel good about himself.

• He likes 80s rock bands

This is just in my head, I feel like Adam would like 80s rock bands like Metallica or Guns N' Roses, maybe even Slipknot, bands in general that have the same type of music that he plays, I also think he enjoys guitar solos like Slash or the solo from the song "Master of puppets".

I also think that his band's style follows the same style as these bands, I don't know, like I said it's just my headcanon.

•Adam has a fear or trauma of apples

This is supposed to be a little funny

This headcanon came to mind when a friend of mine who also knows Hazbin hotel made the joke that Adam is afraid or traumatized by apples because of the whole forbidden fruit of Eden thing and betrayal by Eve.

Imagine, Lute simply eating an apple near him and he freaks out, ripping the apple out of her hands and throwing it away.

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I honestly feel like Adam deserved a chance to change, a chance at redemption, a chance to really be loved and really love, no sex, no divine obligation, just real love.

Well guys that's what I have for now, I'll try to remember more headcanons for a next post, maybe even some +18, but for now that's all I have in my mind.

Thank you so much for reading, kisses in your heart 💗🤘🏻

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Entropic Float 2 Demo and Kickstarter Launch!

Picture a point-and-click adventure game. Now picture a branching, time-looping ontological mystery visual novel. Entropic Float 2 combines those into its gameplay concept: A point-and-click where you can never solve every puzzle at once. Where you have one key that fits two locks... And the only way to see what's behind the lock you didn't choose is to die, repeat the day, and try something different this time. With only you and your protagonist aware of the loop, seek an answer that earns new information. Through trial and error, solutions and murder... Can you find the way through this new Anomaly?

In early 2021, I started working on a project just for fun. Using the character creator and scene assembly tools of Illusion's Koikatsu, paired with the visual novel engine ren'py, I decided to learn to make a VN. A year and a half, over three hundred thousand words, and quite a bit of pocket money later, I released 'Entropic Float: This World Will Decay And Disappear' for free on steam and itch.io.

Something that was never meant to be more than a fun exploration of a concept grew into a huge endeavor for me, a visual novel as long as any two Umineko episodes combined! I got guest artists, made plenty of art myself, and learned a lot more about coding in ren'py than I ever thought I would. After releasing the game, my friends were proud of me, and I've heard from a lot of people it connected with. It became the basis of what I want to keep doing creatively- Expanding on this world, telling its story, and finding those people it will resonate with.

That brings us to Entropic Float 2: Land Of The Witch. A sequel I've been planning since the first game released a little over a year ago now. It's a game that can't be free (though if you, for any reason, cannot purchase it- I care more about sharing it than I do about making money) and a game I want to create to that standard. There won't be assets made in a character creator or royalty free music this time. I hope to bring the Pine Creek Anomaly to the screen with my own two hands, and a little bit of help from freelancers. I want to make a point-and-click adventure worth paying fifteen dollars for, an artistic experience that constitutes a huge step up from the first game.

A demo is available to download and play from itch.io! Features already reflected in the demo include:

The general structure of the point-and-click gameplay; including travel between maps, item collection and use, and conversations with other characters.

Hand-drawn backgrounds (with minor animations) and talksprites.

Profile screens for each character and a memory-seeking system improved from the first game. Also improved from the first game is exposition being mainly in a linear-locked part of the story so it doesn't need to be repeated in different places so different players don't get confused!

Planned features yet to be implemented include:

Loop Randomization- The demo includes only the very first loop of the story, but in the actual timelooping gameplay, many factors will be randomized between loops. Characters and items will appear and disappear, characters will have different trustworthiness scores, and eventually, the weather will even change and impact puzzles and character behaviors.

Zones- Minigame areas that abstractly inform you more about a character and are locked behind obtaining certain profile notes and memories. The rewards for completing zones will be tools to access additional areas, such as Area 2 waiting beyond the broken bridge.

Characters- Several of EF2's characters don't appear yet in the demo, due to having their introductions tied to maps that aren't accessible in Area 1.

General Improvements- Characters currently only have one talksprite. The preferences page is still in the ren'py default configuration. Some music tracks recycled from the first game aren't the best fit for the situation. These are all things that relate to the current version being a demo. These are all things that will improve sooner if this kickstarter is a success.

Shortly after handling the Anomalous Clocktower in the Black Rock Desert, Kanatsune Ame was promoted. Now, as an agent of the Wish Task Force at a rank equipped to handle more complex Anomalies, he's received an assignment for another one above his pay grade. Pine Creek, an entire town that was wiped from the map and from all memory several years ago, only to suddenly begin dragging new victims inside within the last few months... Somebody inside this forgotten piece of miserable Americana decided to call out to the world that left it behind, and it's up to you to find out who that could be.

Thank you, as always, for reading!

#entropic float #visual novel #official content #visual novel gamedev #gamedev #indie games #indie gamedev #vndev #entropic float 2: land of the witch #kickstarter #crowdfunding

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reecey9o5 · 10 months

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Batshit Limbus Company theory time

Ready for it? Okay

Outis isn't Odysseus, Dante is.

My theory isn't just ridiculous, it also has ~*branching options*~. So we'll go over the basic premise first.

The Basic Premise

Outis and Dante both have mysterious pasts. Information about them has been purposely withheld by the company. This gives them something in common and could easily mean that Outis isn't who she says she is.

In The Odyssey, Odysseus travelled into the underworld, much like Dante did in Inferno.

Dante's sinner number is ten, like the ten years that the odyssey took. A number you think would make more sense attached to Outis.

Dante has twelve sinners under their command, much as Odysseus had twelve ships.

Odysseus was roped into a war against his will, just like Dante has been forced into this position.

In Dante's Inferno, Odysseus is roaming around the eighth circle of hell, cloaked in flame.

I could go on with this all day. The Wikipedia page for Odysseus has so much stuff going on in it that I could mention outside of these particular examples. Like how Kazantzakis' The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel has Odysseus meeting historical and literary figures. Such as Don Quixote.

So, what's going on with Outis? Who is she?

Here we branch.

Branch One: Outis is nobody

Outis means nobody. If she's not Odysseus, then Outis lives up to that by being a 'nobody'.

This theory would posit that Outis is one of Odysseus' men, and worked for them before the whole clock thing. Which accounts for both of them having redacted backgrounds. They're from the same organisation.

Faust made it sound like Dante wouldn't have cared about civilian casualties pre-clock the same way it seems that Outis doesn't. Again, leaning into the idea they're from the same org.

Outis' behaviour towards Dante would be explained by this. Both the sycophancy and the criticism. Especially if something went horribly wrong.

Branch Two: Outis is Polyphemus

Outis was the name that Odysseus gave to the cyclops during that episode of the Odyssey.

Odysseus told Polyphemus his real name, which later fucked him over. Which could be related to how she seemingly can't be trusted.

Outis having a redacted backstory could indicate that she has friends in high places, like how Polyphemus' father was Poseidon.

Having been tricked by Odysseus, Polyphemus is out for revenge.

Polyphemus means 'many voiced' or similar and that works well with how Outis has a tendency to speak out of both sides of her mouth.

Outis seems comfortable with the idea of offing her colleagues, which would reflect how Polyphemus ate Odysseus' men.

Branch Three: Outis is Penelope

(This is my favourite)

So, basically all the stuff from branch one. Except the 'she's a nobody' bit.

It allows her to be the protagonist of a novel/story in her own right. In this case it would be Margaret Atwood's The Penelopiad from 2005. (Which would be the most recent work, I think). This is a retelling of The Iliad and the Odyssey from (mostly) Penelope's perspective.

In The Penelopiad, twelve is the number of maids/slaves that Penelope used as spies and Odysseus had killed. This explains why Outis is twelve and not ten, and bodes ill for the other sinners and Dante.

Her logo is a watch. Watches are accessories that are often set by referring to a clock, and vice versa. It connects her to Dante as they are both time pieces and wives are often treated as accessories to their husbands.

The 'friends in high places' thing from branch two still works, because she was the daughter of Icarius, a king of Sparta and was queen of Ithaca by marriage. (Although Icarius was known as a fast runner. I am starting to side eye Don.)

I know some of you wanted Outis to have an angry divorced wife, but what if she is the angry divorced wife?

She's noticeably old. Penelope waited twenty years for Odysseus to return to her, Outis' age could be a reflection of this.

In her To Pathos Mathos EGO, she's checking her watch. Which could mean that she's waiting for someone.

And her logo has a clearly constructed horse in a watch. I wonder what that could be representing. 🤔

Other possibilities

I'm completely wrong and she is Odysseus. (She's noticeably old. Odysseus had an old man disguise at one point.)

I initially thought Circe before Penelope, but I like Penelope better. It's more compelling.

I'm right, but Outis is Ulysses. "Wait, aren't they the same person?" Well, yeah, but Dante would be Odysseus in his aspect of Greek cultural hero and Outis would be Ulysses in his aspect of scummy guy the Romans didn't like. Two different versions of the same character would be interesting.

The last thing, but in reverse.

What does this all mean?

Well, not much, really. It's a fan theory.

But it does make me want to look out for a few things.

Sheep. 🐑

Demian turning into a girl, or having had been a girl at some point in the past. (Straight/Reverse Sweet Polly Olivering counts as does transition/detransition.) Go on. Ask.

Helen as an antagonist/cause of Outis' woes.

Shrouds/tapestries.

Spies. Specifically if they are twelve of them.

Telemachus.

One hundred and eight dudes.

Outis losing an eye.

~*Feminism*~

Galatea (no, not from Pygmalion. That's a post antiquity addition because it 🤌just makes sense🤌. This is a Polyphemus thing.)

This line: "Consider us pure symbol. We're no more real than money."

I've spent way too long on this and I've made myself sad.

#limbus company #limbus dante #limbus outis #dante lcb #outis lcb #fan theory #long post is long

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