#forged in and through the unique experiences that you shared and the way you were separated

[samarecharm]

i love makoto so much but fanon does her so much better (the good parts of the fandom) because in the game her character is so lack luster. they butchered her confidant it is so borning and not even about her. they made her a cop. A COP. they pushed this "canon waifu" role onto her (before sumire came along and did it Even Worse). and it SUCKS because SHE IS SO MUCH MORE!!! SHE IS SO MUCH BETTER!!!! SHE COULD'VE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! the way i feel about canon makoto is the same way i feel about the canon ryuji events post komoshida where he's horribly mistreated and used purely as comic relief: i ignore them <3 my game now <3 never happened <3 my ocs <3

You are so right. I generally apply this to all characters in p5 bc the game does such a shit job of staying consistent with character arcs and personalities. Theres a desperate need to throw in perverse jokes at the expense of female characters and a need to show that the police (as a whole) are reliable people who are not influenced by things like money and power; only the BAD cops do that. Not to mention this obvious fatphobia and homophobia but i feel likes thats a given.

But back to Makoto. Shes a victim of bad writing just like everyone else. Ryuji during the kamoshida arc was fighting with self loathing and genuine anxiety, and aside from the like. One comment on Panthers outfit in the metaverse, hes more than well behaved. All of that is shelved as soon as Kamoshida is gone and replaced with him being weird comic relief (and the focus of alot of sexual jokes that were nonexistent in the beginning of the game). Anns arc about self love and empowerment is completely dropped as soon as the nasty bad guy is put away (so that its good to be weird about her w the Good Guys). Makoto loses her a chunk of her personality to be the mature waifu which is INSANE to me bc shes like. Not okay or normal at all 😭😭😭 she THINKS shes responsible and so does everyone else on her team, but its an act! She doesnt know shit! And she doesnt know that she doesnt know shit bc shes respectful and adults dont care about anything as long as u respect them!

Its very telling that for literally every single thief (and goro), you can see the exact moment the writers gave up on adding anything of worth to their characters outside of the social links. Its like they didnt know what to even do w the characters at their disposal after their main arcs were complete. No mention of friends hanging out without you, no mention of having group hangouts. Everyone is treated as a core, important member of the friend group DURING their arc, but outside of it, they are acquaintances at best. Theres nothing in the game that convinces you that these guys are legitimately friends who care for each other and do Friend Things. And i describe it like that bc there IS a game that treats them all as friends, and its strikers! Strikers/Scramble genuinely feels like the game p5 wanted to be; a road trip w your team where they stay up at night talking to each other and hanging out and doing things together that dont necessarily include you, the player. Its refreshing and lovely but it sucks that u get that kind of attention to detail in a ‘spinoff’ title

#chattin #i hesitate to use spinoff bc its a pretty big game #and theres an amazing plot with wonderful characterization #and their handling of jails and jail owners is LEAGUES better than the bs they tried to make up w palace users #and all the thieves feel like family. and not in the annoying fandom way; like #were family in the same way a family is forged and tended to. i love you. no one is left behind. no one is made to feel inferior another #its really good and honestly if u want more interactions between everyone i really recommend a playthrough #but yeah #p5 sucks #i love it but i love the version of it i made in my head LMAO #maybe p5r did a better job w the dialogue and some questionable scenes #(i wouldnt know. i didnt play it lol) #so maybe thats what people need to be using as a point of reference #but i only plyed p5 so this is what i have; a group of people who show up for meetings and then go about their life #and that kinda sucks. why make this wholly unique experience in which these teens can only relate to each other #make them bonded over their shared experience w this unbelievable world #and then not only make them NOT interact; but have the end be ‘okay by akira.’ and leave it at that #they just. didnt know what to do w anyone #they needed their girls to be waifubait and the boys to be an afterthought #they needed a buffet of older woman for pathetic men to fuck through their self insert #and they needed a story convoluted enough to keep people stuck trying to figure it out themselves #its bad. its so bad. its so fucking bad. but i have to be here. WE have to be here. #bc who else is going to take these characters out of hell and treat them right ??!!!

[notmoreflippingelves]

Obsessed with the dynamic (not romantic, not platonic, but a secret third thing--both and yet neither) between two characters who knew and cared about each deeply years ago when they were both younger and life was much less complicated.

But then, tragic, transformative circumstances separated them. Assuming that this separation was certainly permanent, because how could it not be?

And yet, somehow finding each other again years later, and sometimes they aren't sure whether the reunion that they once longed for with every fiber of their beings is a blessing, a curse, a joke, or a punishment.

Because they've both changed in the intervening years--largely because of the hellish circumstances that caused their separation. They've both changed completely and irrevocably, even if one of them has changed much more noticeably and dramatically than the other to the point of seeming a complete stranger. It is about leaning to see and appreciate all the things that have changed about the other and all the things that have not changed. It's about learning to reconcile beloved, often rose-tinted memories with the complex, yet-equally-compelling reality of the person those memories are about.

#it's the very particular sensation of loving someone who is both recognizably your beloved childhood partner-in-mischief #while also being someone so different (physically; mentally; and/or emotionally) that you can scarcely see their past self in them #and knowing the feeling is mutual #and also knowing that the only person who can truly understand the full extent of the change in you is each other #because their transformation is linked to your own #forged in and through the unique experiences that you shared and the way you were separated #it's the idealized adoration of youthful playmates/pseudo-siblings #transforming into a very different but no less powerful connection in adulthood #that's what really gets me #it's just #*chefs kiss* #estabalena #nahyupollo #jaydick #anyway this post is specifically about estabalena and jaydick #and to a lesser extent apollo/nahyuta #but it doesn't really matter if people tag and respond with other ships #even the narumitsus provided they recognize that not every post was made for them #it goes double for jaydick and estabalena tho since they each have two (2) shared formative and transformative experiences #that few (if any) others can possibly understand #for estabalena; it's the 41 years of suffering in the dark times and the crystal well magic flowing through ones veins #for jaydick; it's the experience of being "Robin' and feeling that the role and all it means was ripped from you too soon #and then it's the experience of dying and your family failing to welcome you back with open arms #because you didn't come back 'right' or quick enough #and that you 'chose' to stay away rather than circumstances forcing the issue #apollo/nahyuta also has the jaydick parallels in terms of bruce and dhurke #it's recognizing that your very human shared father figure failed you in many ways #even as he simultaneously saved you in others #he made you both the best version of yourself while also creating or enabling all of your worst tendencies #just

[miguelswifey04]

hello!! :3

i was wondering if u could write miguel o’hara x wife!reader who is also in spider society who is a complete badass like miguel literally worships the ground she walks on and he always agrees with anything she says cause he’s so whipped for her and usually they go on missions together and he loves watching her fight HE JUST LOVES HER TOO MUCH

i would love to see what you do with this :33

have an amazing day/night <3333

I GOT YOU

miguel o’hara x wife!spider-woman! reader

warnings: none; pure fluff

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how you met miguel was the fact that he miraculously stumbled upon your dimension when he began to travel through the multiverse. you were the first spider-woman he had encountered and it was love at first sight for miguel. he had fallen for you first then you fell in love with him over the course of being by his side during inter-dimensional travels. miguel confessed his love for you and you reciprocated his feelings, and sooner rather than later you both tied the knot—it was a small but a very pretty ceremony. together, you and miguel founded the spider society.

miguel made you his wife and his partner in missions always having you by his side…he never wanted anything bad to happen to you. he felt more at ease that as his wife you could be with him 24/7 and keep an eye out for you. miguel is completely enamored by your strength, skill, and fierce nature, admiring your abilities as a complete badass. he idolizes and worships the ground you walk on, always agreeing with you and standing by your side, completely whipped for you. you were his girl and his darling, of course he would never want to lose you. he’d do anything to make you happy.

“i love you so much, sweetheart.”

“i love you more, miguel.”

it would be moments like those were you both exchanges words of love for one another during missions or when you both work along side each other at the spider society. he’s captivated by your fluid movements, your strategic thinking, and the sheer power you exude. he feels an overwhelming surge of pride and love as he witnesses the intense battles that you fearlessly dive into.

miguel never misses an opportunity to support you and ensure your safety during these missions. he’ll have your back without hesitation, utilizing his own unique abilities to provide cover or diversion, always placing you well-being as his top priority.

as you fight side by side, miguel can't help but feel a mix of emotions: admiration for your strength, pride in your accomplishments, and an overpowering love that permeates every aspect of your partnership. he considers himself blessed to share his life and collaborate with someone as capable and extraordinary as his wife.

your shared experiences and your unwavering dedication to one another have forged a bond that surpasses any obstacle in your path. it’s a connection built on trust, respect, and an unbreakable love that miguel cherishes deeply.

in the dynamic between the two of you, miguel’s admiration for you as his wife is boundless, extending beyond just your fighting skills. he views you as his equal, his partner, and his inspiration. he respects your opinions and values your thoughts, often finding himself agreeing with your perspective because he has complete faith in your better judgment.

your relationship is a balance of intense passion, unwavering support, and a profound love that shapes your every interaction. together, you both navigate the intricacies of your missions, driven by a shared purpose and an unbreakable bond that allows both of you to face any challenge that comes their way.

miguel’s love for you as his wife knows no bounds, and he takes every opportunity to express it in his actions, his words, and the way he reveres you as you both embark on their joint journey within the spider society. miguel and you are unstoppable and nobody will threaten to come between the two of you.

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #spider person #miguel o’hara x y/n #spidersona #spider woman #miguel o’hara x wife!reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara fluff #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #🌱 lin writes

[zapreportsblog]

I love the way you write Garrett so much!! 😭 Hope you don't mind another request!

I'd love to see him just loving on his mate🥺😍 showing her off to people, hugging her from behind,laying his head in her lap, forhead kisses aah! I just love it!! 😍🥹🥹🥹

Please and thank you!

Thank you, I tried my best with that character. Ooh I hope you enjoy this one

↱ i need love and affection ↰

➘ summary : as a norman vampire many other vampires think Garrett likes being alone and not being around others, you know - lone wolf type vibes. But that isn’t the case, not the case at all

➘ a/n: breaking this up into parts sorta like how I write my headcanons so one half will tell how they met, him showing her off, hugging her etc

➘ Garrett x reader , twilight x reader

The road stretched out before Garrett, a seemingly endless path winding through unfamiliar territory. He was used to the nomadic lifestyle, traversing different corners of the world in search of adventure and excitement. As a vampire, time was on his side, and he embraced the thrill of exploration.

On this particular day, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. The air was crisp, and the scent of pine trees mingled with the earthy fragrance of the forest floor. Garrett's senses were attuned to his surroundings, a hunter's awareness that kept him alert to every rustle of leaves and distant sound.

As he continued his journey, a flicker of movement caught his eye. In the distance, a figure was approaching—a young woman, (e/c) eyes bright with curiosity as she took in the world around her. Garrett's footsteps slowed as he observed her, an intrigued smile tugging at his lips.

As their paths drew closer, Garrett's senses were inundated with an intoxicating scent—a fragrance that was uniquely her own. His instincts stirred, his heart quickening as he realized what this meant: he had stumbled upon his mate.

The woman seemed to sense his presence, her gaze lifting to meet his. A hint of surprise danced in her eyes, as if she, too, had recognized the significance of this encounter. Garrett couldn't help but feel a connection that went beyond words—an unspoken bond that linked them in ways he couldn't fully comprehend.

"Hello," he greeted, his voice a rich timbre that carried a hint of intrigue.

Her lips curved into a friendly smile, her (h/c) hair catching the sunlight as she responded, "Hello. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

Garrett nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Indeed it is. I'm Garrett."

"(Y/N)," she replied, her voice warm and welcoming. "Nice to meet you, Garrett."

The moments between them seemed to stretch, the world around them fading as their connection deepened. Garrett found himself drawn to (Y/N)'s vibrant spirit, her energy resonating with his own sense of adventure and freedom.

As they stood there, the forest enveloping them in its natural beauty, Garrett couldn't help but feel that fate had played a hand in this meeting. The chance encounter had brought them together, two souls from different walks of life, connected by an invisible thread that defied logic.

"I don't usually travel alone," (Y/N) confessed, a playful glint in her eyes. "But there's something liberating about being out here on my own."

Garrett's smile widened, his interest piqued. "And what brings you to this part of the world?"

Her gaze shifted to the landscape, her expression thoughtful. "I suppose you could call it a quest for self-discovery. I'm looking for something that resonates with my spirit, a place where I can truly feel at home."

Garrett's eyes held a knowing gleam, his voice soft. "Sometimes, the most remarkable discoveries come when you least expect them."

As their conversation flowed, Garrett and (Y/N) shared stories of their journeys, their experiences, and their dreams. Time seemed to slip away, the world around them fading as they forged a connection that defied the constraints of time and space.

The months had flown by, marked by countless adventures and shared experiences. Garrett and (Y/N) had become inseparable companions, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Yet, there was one truth that Garrett had kept hidden—a secret that he knew would eventually have to be revealed.

As night descended, casting a tapestry of stars across the sky, Garrett met (Y/N) by the edge of a tranquil river. The gentle sound of flowing water created a soothing backdrop to their conversation. He had chosen this moment to finally unveil his true nature.

"(Y/N)," Garrett began, his voice tinged with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. "There's something I need to tell you."

She looked at him, her (e/c) eyes curious and attentive. "Go ahead, Garrett. You can tell me anything."

Taking a deep breath, Garrett spoke the words that had remained hidden for so long. "I'm a vampire."

(Y/N)'s gaze held a mixture of surprise and intrigue, her expression thoughtful. "A vampire? You mean, like the ones from myths and legends?"

He nodded, his lips curving into a wry smile. "Yes, exactly like those. We're immortal, we have heightened senses, and we need to drink blood to survive."

Her response was surprisingly calm, her eyes holding a spark of understanding. "I've heard tales about vampires before. They're often portrayed as mysterious and alluring."

Garrett chuckled softly. "Well, I can't speak for all vampires, but I do enjoy the allure of the night."

As the conversation unfolded, (Y/N) listened attentively, her open-mindedness a testament to her accepting nature. When Garrett had finished explaining the intricacies of his existence, there was a moment of silence—a pause that seemed to stretch as (Y/N) processed the information.

Finally, she spoke, her voice gentle and earnest. "Thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me, Garrett. I appreciate your honesty."

He smiled, a genuine expression of gratitude. "You're welcome, (Y/N). I felt that it was time you knew the truth."

She looked at him, her gaze softening. "You know, despite this revelation, I still feel the same about you. You're still the same person I've come to care about and enjoy spending time with."

The weight of her words settled within Garrett's chest, a warmth spreading through him that went beyond the physical sensations vampires were capable of experiencing. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against hers. "Thank you, (Y/N). Your understanding means more to me than you can imagine."

As they stood there, the stars above casting a gentle glow, (Y/N) seemed to hesitate before speaking again. "Garrett, there's something I'd like to share with you as well."

He tilted his head, curiosity in his gaze. "I'm listening."

Her voice held a hint of vulnerability as she met his eyes. "I've felt a connection between us, one that goes beyond friendship. It's as if our souls are intertwined, bound by a deeper bond."

Garrett's heart quickened, his instincts attuned to her words. "What do you mean?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I believe that we're mates, Garrett. There's a sense of destiny that I can't ignore."

The revelation hung in the air, a declaration that resonated with the unspoken emotions that had grown between them. Garrett's smile was a mixture of awe and affection as he reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers.

"(Y/N), you're right," he admitted, his voice holding a note of certainty. "We are mates, connected by a bond that transcends time and space."

As their fingers linked, (Y/N)'s smile mirrored his own, a testament to the depth of their connection. In that moment, they embraced the shared truths that had been unveiled—the reality of their supernatural natures and the undeniable bond that had drawn them together. As the night embraced them, they stood united in a love that was fated to span eternity.

The sun's rays filtered through the dense canopy of trees, dappling the forest floor with patches of light. Garrett had taken to wandering, allowing his thoughts to drift as he relished the solitude of the wilderness. Little did he know that his solitude was about to be interrupted.

The rustle of leaves drew his attention, and he turned to find Carlisle Cullen approaching. The vampire's composed demeanor and kind eyes hinted at the wisdom and experience he had amassed over the centuries.

"Garrett," Carlisle greeted with a nod, his voice carrying a note of warmth. "May I have a moment of your time?"

"Of course," Garrett replied, curiosity piqued as he gestured for Carlisle to join him.

The two vampires found a spot to sit beneath a sprawling tree, the leaves forming a natural canopy overhead.

"I come with a proposition," Carlisle began, his gaze steady. "My granddaughter, Renesmee, is a unique being—a hybrid of vampire and human. She is set to face the Volturi, and we are gathering witnesses to stand on her behalf. I believe your perspective could hold significant weight."

Garrett's brows furrowed as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "Facing the Volturi is no small matter. What would my presence as a witness entail?"

Carlisle's gaze remained steady, his voice even. "Your experience, your insights into the balance between our worlds, could help tip the scales in Renesmee's favor. I understand that this is a lot to consider, but I believe that your presence could make a difference."

Garrett's thoughts raced as he processed the enormity of the request. The Volturi were a powerful and ancient coven, and to stand against them was to challenge a force that had held sway for centuries. Yet, he also felt a sense of duty—a desire to ensure that justice prevailed, especially for a unique individual like Renesmee.

"I appreciate your offer, Carlisle," Garrett said, his voice sincere. "I'll need some time to think it over."

Carlisle nodded, his understanding evident. "Of course, take the time you need. Just know that your presence could make a significant impact."

As Carlisle departed, Garrett was left with a swirl of thoughts and emotions. The weight of the decision ahead was palpable, and he knew that whatever choice he made would carry profound implications.

Later that day, as the sun began its descent, (Y/N) returned from the marketplace. Garrett watched her approach, his heart lifting at the sight of her radiant smile.

"(Y/N)," he greeted, his voice warm as he stepped forward to meet her.

"Hey," she replied, her (e/c) eyes shining with happiness. "Did you have a good day?"

He nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. "I did, but something unexpected happened."

Curiosity flickered in (Y/N)'s gaze. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, Garrett recounted his encounter with Carlisle and the offer he had received to stand as a witness against the Volturi on behalf of Renesmee.

"(Y/N)," he said, his voice earnest, "it's a heavy decision to make. The Volturi are not to be taken lightly, and this could have far-reaching consequences."

(Y/N) listened attentively, her expression thoughtful. When he had finished, she reached out, her fingers lacing with his. "Garrett, I understand the weight of the decision. But remember, you've always been one to stand up for what's right, even when it's not easy. If you believe that your presence could make a difference, then I think you should go."

He regarded her, his heart swelling with admiration for her wisdom and insight. "You truly believe that?"

"Yes," (Y/N) affirmed, her gaze unwavering. "Your perspective is valuable, Garrett. If you can help ensure justice and protect someone like Renesmee, then I think it's a path worth considering."

As they stood there, their fingers intertwined, Garrett felt a sense of clarity settling within him. The decision was daunting, but (Y/N)'s unwavering support and the knowledge that their values aligned gave him the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead.

With a grateful smile, he met her gaze. "Thank you, (Y/N). Your perspective means the world to me."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the world around them, Garrett and (Y/N) embraced the choices that lay ahead—a future where their actions would shape the course of events and the balance between justice and power.

The journey to the Cullens' house was a mix of anticipation and curiosity for both Garrett and (Y/N). As they approached their destination, the atmosphere seemed to shift—a subtle awareness that they were entering a world that was both unfamiliar and filled with intriguing possibilities.

The grandeur of the Cullens' home was matched only by the breathtaking beauty of the surrounding forest. As they stepped onto the grounds, their footsteps muffled by the lush grass, Garrett couldn't help but admire the tranquil splendor that enveloped them.

However, their arrival did not go unnoticed. The Cullens, a family of vampires with unique talents and backgrounds, had sensed their approach. As the doors of the house swung open, the family members emerged one by one, their curious gazes focused on the newcomers.

Garrett's protective instincts flared, his stance subtly shifting as he stood behind (Y/N). He was acutely aware of the scrutiny directed at her—a human among vampires. But he was determined to show that he was her staunch protector, that her presence by his side was inviolable.

(Y/N), on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the attention. Her (e/c) eyes sparkled with a mixture of confidence and warmth as she took in her surroundings. The other vampires' curious glances didn't faze her; instead, she radiated an air of serenity, thriving in the affection and protection that Garrett offered.

Seeing her composure, Garrett allowed himself to relax slightly. He moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he stood protectively behind her. His subtle gesture was both a declaration of his commitment and a silent assurance that no harm would befall her.

The family members observed the scene, their expressions shifting from curiosity to a mixture of approval and respect. They were a clan that understood the complexities of relationships and the bonds that transcended the boundaries of species.

"Welcome, Garrett, and (Y/N)," Carlisle's voice carried a warmth that put everyone at ease. "My adoptive daughter Alice told me your name,” he says addressing (y/n). “We're glad you could join us."

(Y/N) turned her head slightly to smile at Garrett, her fingers instinctively threading through his as she spoke. "Thank you for having us."

As the Cullens led them inside, Garrett's gaze remained steadfast, his protective stance unwavering. He knew that he was in the company of powerful beings, but he also understood that his bond with (Y/N) was a force to be reckoned with—a connection that defied convention and upheld the sanctity of love.

Throughout their visit, the Cullens' gazes would occasionally drift to (Y/N), their curiosity evident. But each time, Garrett's presence behind her served as a silent reminder—a symbol of their unity and the strength they drew from each other.

As the evening unfolded, (Y/N) and Garrett found themselves immersed in conversations, sharing stories and laughter with the Cullens. The initial curiosity had given way to genuine camaraderie, a testament to the capacity for understanding that existed within this extraordinary family.

As the night drew to a close, (Y/N) turned to Garrett, her smile radiant. "This has been quite the experience, hasn't it?"

He nodded, his fingers gently brushing against hers. "Indeed, it has. And through it all, you've remained a beacon of grace and strength."

Her gaze met his, a mixture of affection and gratitude in her eyes. "Just like you, Garrett."

As they exchanged a tender look, surrounded by a family that had embraced them both, (Y/N) and Garrett knew that their bond was unbreakable. The world they navigated together, one that bridged the realms of human and vampire, was a testament to the power of love, understanding, and the unwavering unity that bound them together.

In the midst of the Cullens' grand living room, where the camaraderie of vampires and their unique companions filled the air, (Y/N) found herself engaged in a conversation with some of the Cullen family members. Laughter and stories flowed around her, creating an atmosphere of warmth and connection.

However, her pleasant interaction was interrupted when a new presence approached. The vampire was one of the Roman coven members—confident and charismatic, though his eyes carried a hint of mischief. His gaze landed on (Y/N), a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "A human, in a room full of vampires. Quite the bold move, my dear."

(Y/N) met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and composure. She had faced curiosity and comments before, but she was prepared to stand her ground.

Before she could respond, Garrett materialized at her side, his presence a tangible shield of protection. His arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer to his side, as he fixed the Roman vampire with a firm glare.

"And what's your point?" Garrett's voice was steady, his tone laced with a subtle warning.

The Roman vampire's smirk widened, seemingly unperturbed by Garrett's demeanor. "Oh, no point at all, my friend. Just making an observation."

(Y/N)'s fingers tightened slightly around Garrett's, her resolve unwavering. She appreciated his protectiveness but also wanted to handle the situation with grace.

Garrett leaned down, his lips brushing against (Y/N)'s forehead in a tender gesture. It was a clear display of his affection and a silent promise of his presence as her protector. As he straightened, his eyes remained locked with the Roman vampire's, his gaze intense.

"Let me make something clear," Garrett's voice was a low, controlled rumble. "This woman by my side is my mate. I would do anything to protect her. If anyone here even thinks about harming her, they'll find out that the Volturi are nothing compared to what I'm capable of."

The Roman vampire's amusement wavered, replaced by a hint of caution in his eyes. He had clearly picked up on the sincerity and intensity behind Garrett's words.

Without another word, the Roman vampire turned and walked away, his jesting tone subdued. The tension in the air dissipated, replaced by a sense of unity and understanding.

(Y/N) looked up at Garrett, her (e/c) eyes filled with appreciation and a soft smile. "Thank you, Garrett. I know I can handle myself, but your protectiveness means a lot to me."

His fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'll always be here to stand by your side, (Y/N). Nothing and no one will come between us."

As they resumed their place among the Cullen family, (Y/N) felt a renewed sense of connection—with Garrett and the understanding family that had embraced them both. In the face of challenges and teasing, their love remained unshakable—a beacon that illuminated the path they walked together, no matter how unconventional or extraordinary it might be.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #twilight x y/n #twilight x you #twilight #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #garrett twilight #garrett imagines #garrett x reader #garrett imagine #request #requested #x reader requests #twilight masterlist

[meabh-mcinness]

The Cost of Love

As a runaway, you relished your newfound freedom after escaping from your possessive partner, Narnia. Exploring the Netherworld and forging new friendships, you grapple with profound loneliness, longing for Narnia's presence. Your world is turned upside down when you discover you're pregnant with Narnia's child, a cambion. Faced with this life-altering revelation, you must confront a heart-wrenching decision: return to Narnia, now a powerful political candidate in the Netherworld, or go it alone, going through an entire pregnancy and raising your unique child amidst the complexities and dangers of the Netherworld.

You had successfully escaped your old home for a few months now, moving from hotel to hotel, town to forest and back again as you explored the demonic world you had been dropped in. You probably could have gone on doing this forever as you made new friends, met up with online ones and made all sorts of discoveries if it wasn't for a few things.

You were lonely. Even slowly going mad from it. Every time you saw something amazing, you would turn to excitedly share the news with a demon who wasn't there, or every time you laid down for the night the crushing absence of your lover would wash over you and tears would flow before you realized it. Only to wake suddenly to screeching squawks of the Netherworld's birds, tear tracks dried to your cheeks and a still-wet pillow smashed to your face.

And if that weren't enough, you highly suspected something. Something that made you both glow with joy and paralyse you in fear and want to break down into tears all over again. A carousel of emotions that ran round and round again through your head the more you became sure. As the now familiar bubble of nausea rushed through you at the smell of what was once your favourite breakfast, the feeling of presumedness merely continued onwards.

You were pretty sure you were pregnant.

This was both a good and terrible thing as far as you were concerned. It was great because you had been thinking about children for a few years now until the ever-closing feeling of being caged took over your thoughts. The idea of raising little demonlings (fledglings?) with Narnia had been a fantasy you were eager to one day experience.

Except, you no longer had Narnia.

You had no one. Despite the friends you had made and kept in touch with, you were really and truly alone. After all, none of them knew of the fact you were human. If they found out, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't actually try and eat you, though you highly doubted it. Or worse, turn you over to the Border Patrol, thinking that they were helping you.

You would rather be eaten.

The idea of potentially seeing Narnia again after leaving for so long both thrilled and terrified you. You could admit that maybe, just maybe, you had overreacted. That you could have, in fact, simply talked about feeling caged in and maybe tried to convince him to take you out to places. Go out on dates and explore and make a bunch of memories that way. And while you were highly certain he would be reluctant at first because of your 'delicate' human nature, you were positive you could have convinced him eventually and resorted to running away afterwards if he still didn't budge.

Instead, you had jumped straight from point A to point Z, simply assuming at the time that he would never let you go with all his talk about how dangerous the Netherworld was or how he loved coming home knowing that you were always going to be there. And now you were on your own, with potentially a halfling child growing in your womb and no one to turn to for help.

You were terrified and in way over your head, pure and simple. Placing your head in your hands, you leaned over and tried to keep the tears from spilling once more as your thoughts spiralled again. You couldn't let anyone know you were human, other than the one loose end that was Narnia, and yet you didn't know the first thing about demon pregnancies. Hell, you didn't know much about human ones either other than the basic standards, and who knew if those were even real or simply misconstrued facts?

The realization that you might be pregnant added another layer of complexity to your already overwhelming situation. The concept of raising a half-human half-demon child, a cambion, was both daunting and intriguing. You pondered the possibilities and wondered what kind of life you could provide for your potential offspring. As you rest your head in your hands, a mix of fear, uncertainty, and excitement washed over you.

You knew that in this world, you were an anomaly. The fact that you were a human in a realm of demons was a well-kept secret, one that you had to protect at all costs. The knowledge that you carried Narnia's child put you in an even more precarious position. Would he even want to know, or would he be more upset with you for running away and leaving him without a word? Or worse yet, would he be so upset with you that he'd take the baby and abandon you. Never to see your child or him again. Even if he did want both you and the child, there was still the fact you would actually have to go back into your gilded cage for who knows how long. Ignoring his protective side, Narnia as both a Naberius and Border Patrol member held a lot of enemies. You highly doubted that there wouldn't be a single demon who wouldn't think of taking you or the baby as either a hostage situation or just to deal pain to Narnia.

The loneliness gnawed at you like a relentless beast, making the prospect of reuniting with Narnia a tempting one, despite the fear. You couldn't be sure how he would react, but your heart ached for his familiar presence, for the comforting embrace you had once known. The thought of returning was both exhilarating and terrifying. You were certain that he would know what to do, or at least who to contact in regard to this situation. And he was your best bet at protection in concerns to your child. The baby was still small now, but soon enough you would start to swell to the point of not being able to move well, therefore putting the both of you in extreme danger. What predator could resist the call of so much available, unprotected meat?

You could attempt to do your own research for now, of course. Your newest hotel was only a few streets away from a library, and one of the first things you had acquired after your newfound freedom was a netherworld wide library card. Though you had very often questioned their sorting system, it would probably be quite easy to find the information. Hopefully. You had long since discovered that many things were passed on through word of mouth within familial spheres, which left you at a rather severe disadvantageous. Raising a cambion child would be a complex endeavour, one that required knowledge of both worlds. Your library card would be your best friend in your quest for understanding as far as the Netherworld was concerned. As far as the human side of it, well, you just hoped any natural instincts you had would be good enough.

With newfound determination, you left your small hotel room and made your way through the winding streets of the Netherworld city. The place was bustling with activity, demons of all shapes and sizes going about their daily business. You blended in as best as you could, a human in disguise, but it was a feeling of vulnerability that never truly left you. A feeling intensified by the precious cargo that you potentially carried within you. You did your best to give off an air of confidence, that you were just another demon going about their daily routine and not an outsider.

You had never been so happy as when you discovered demons simply didn't possess the uncanny valley effect. Likely due to how varied in shapes demons, but you digressed. Their lack of ability to tell something apart from their own kind left you in a place that you would happily take advantage of.

Passing by a newspaper stand, you were suddenly shaken out of your thoughts when you caught a glimpse of a very familiar face on the front page. Pausing, you turned back towards the stand and picked up the thick paper. There, staring back at you disinterestedly, was your old lover. You couldn't help the internal wince at the sight of his now almost dead-looking eyes, that bore holes through you even from the paper. He hadn't used to look like that. Oh, he certainly didn't wear his emotions on his face like some people, but he didn't look so apathetic either. The only emotion that seemed to carry through now was the locked jaw, set in what you thought was determination. A quick glance at the title of the paper revealed why.

New thirteen crown candidates. He had been chosen as one of the new candidates to help govern the Netherworld. That...that was a lot of pressure for him. You couldn't help but wonder if he had chosen to do this or if it had been forced upon him, as his border patrol job had been. You were well aware of his family's disposition to have control over all of their members. Even going as far as picking out their jobs when they were still in the womb. Narnia, as the eldest son, had no choice but to train to be a border patrol member, and he could be no less than the best. Another worry for you when it comes to your unborn baby.

What if they were forced into the same thing? They would be the eldest child of the eldest child. The new heir to the Naberius family, and would likely be forced to train to take on Narnia's place when they were old enough. Your eyes narrowed and teeth bared naturally at the thought. Human or not, you would like to see someone try and make your child go through that harrowing process. If they wanted to take Narnia's place naturally, so be it, you would help train them yourself. But to be forced to put their lives on the line? You would sooner die.

"What's the matter, sweet cheeks? Didn't make the cut as a candidate?" A voice cut through your thoughts, and you startled, immediately swirling and snapping your teeth at the newcomer in a, hopefully, threatening manner. The demoness before you immediately threw their hands up in surrender, adopting a look of surprise. "Woah there, don't take your anger out on me. It was just a question."

Your heart pounded as you slowly took in her features and realized you actually knew this particular demoness. Mephisto Azuria, one of the demons you had met online and had started growing close to. Much like her twin brother she enjoyed playing games, but preferred the video game variety versus the board and cards that her brother played. You stepped back from your threatening stance, trying to appear nonchalant even though your nerves were still on edge. The Netherworld was teeming with all sorts of creatures, and it was best not to provoke unnecessary attention. Especially, as you sent another quick glance to the paper, when said creature's twin was another candidate.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap," you replied, your voice steady despite your racing heart. "It's just a lot to process."

Azuria seemed to accept your explanation and flashed a wicked grin, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. "Yeah, these are confusing times, especially with the new candidates. You must have some thoughts about it." Oh, you had plenty of thoughts. Just none you could say out loud right now.

You had long since decided to tread carefully, knowing that revealing too much about yourself could be dangerous. You liked Azuria, but she was definitely a manipulator by nature. And if she found out you had a connection to her brother's competition? You weren't certain you would like the answer.

"Well, I'm just curious about what this means for the Netherworld. Are they expecting any major changes with these new candidates? It's not like the last ones really did anything." Or at least you didn't think they did. You were pretty sure you heard Narnia grumble about that on occasion.

The demoness shrugged. "Who knows? Politics can be a real mess. But it's also exciting. It's not every day we get a shakeup like this. Maybe things will get better." She suddenly snorted in laughter, "Well if big bro gets it probably not. The man can't get his games off his mind for ten minutes. He'll probably try to turn everything into one giant board game somehow. Though who knows, might be fun."

You nodded, "A real-life board could be kind of fun. For like twenty minutes and then I would want to strangle everyone and everything." She laughed at your comment and shook her head in agreement. The movement causing her long blonde hair to flow about her drawing the eye of many demons around you with its shiny properties.

Now, with the news of Narnia's new role, you were torn between your desire to see him again and your fear of what it could mean for you and your unborn child. You couldn't afford to make any rash decisions. Azuria could be of great help to you in this case. As another female, she likely knew at least some information on demonic pregnancies, though both she and her brother had stated multiple times that they never wanted kids, so maybe not. But on top of that, she now had a connection to Narnia in a way. Either herself or her brother could easily let slip to Narnia that they had met you and potentially give him a clue on where you were.

Depending on your decisions she could either be incredibly helpful or a severe danger. As you conversed with Azuria, you couldn't help but weigh the pros and cons of involving her further in your life and your predicament. She seemed genuinely curious about your opinions on the new candidates, and her sense of humour lightened your mood. Yet, you had to be cautious. Azuria was the type to openly admit she liked to manipulate others and still wrap you around her finger to do what she wanted. A true succubus if you had ever met one. Considering she had been a student of, and currently worked for, the head crown of lust made a lot of sense.

"So," Azuria started, linking her arm through one of yours and taking the now crumpled paper out of your hands, "why were you trying to intimidate the poor paper? Considering your pension for freedom I would think you of all demons would hate to be tied down to a job." She tossed a few coins towards the vendor and promptly started walking off, dragging you along for the ride. She gave a slight pause before continuing onwards, eyes sharpening, "Did my brother do something to you? He may be family, but I'll still tear his dick off if he hurt you."

Her sudden proclamation caught you off guard, and you burst out laughing, waving your other hand to shut down the implication.

"No, no he did nothing. He's always been a perfect gentleman around me. No, I..." you paused suddenly uncertain of what to say. Delve or not to delve? Truth or lie? They did say the best lies were the ones sewn in truth. Why not try? "Well, I know of one of the other candidates. Seeing them brought up some things that I hadn't thought of before and they weren't pleasant thoughts." Alright so not so much a lie as just an omission of the full truth, but at least you tried.

Her eyes narrowed more as she looked you over, before bringing up the paper to look at. "I can certainly see that, you did a number on this and the look in your eyes said if anyone tried to get your attention they would die." Her eyes scanned the four pictures, clearly trying to figure out which one had caused you distress, before sweeping them back over to you with a sultry smile, "Good thing I love to flirt with danger." She gave you a wink, causing a giggle to erupt from your throat.

Her tail swept up and wrapped around your waist pulling you in closer to her side as her arm left yours, gripping the paper with both hands. Pulling it up to her face and analysing each picture before shrugging and setting the entire thing on fire, nonchalantly tossing it to the side as it burns to ash before your eyes. "There, now there's nothing to remind you of those bad thoughts."

You chuckled at Azuria's attitude. It was a welcome distraction from the maelstrom of emotions and decisions swirling in your mind. Her warmth and charisma helped ease your tension, even if only momentarily. Her unexpected, protective stance concerning her brother's potential wrongdoing had thrown you off balance, but now it seemed more like she was trying to inject some levity into the situation.

Azuria's tail wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to her and once more linking your arms together. You appreciated the gesture of comfort, though it left you more aware of the life growing within you. The prospect of motherhood still seemed surreal, and you couldn't help but wonder what kind of mother you would become in this strange world.

As the newspaper turned to ashes, your thoughts returned to the difficult decisions ahead. Narnia's new role as a candidate for one of the thirteen crowns was a game-changer. It was tempting to consider returning to him, especially now that the possibility of motherhood was in the picture. But the Netherworld had its dangers, and you were a hidden human carrying the child of a prominent demon. The risks were substantial, not just to you but to your unborn baby as well.

Her attempt to bring a smile to your face brought a warmth to your chest and you felt gratitude swirl through you, and also a deepening sense of caution. Perhaps your experiences left you jaded, or this newfound discovery of impending motherhood left you overly paranoid.

You just couldn't help but feel like she was after something, and yet you couldn't think of a single thing you could give her. All of Azuria's relationships had a reason for them, money, power, or simply a bit of fun before moving on. You had none of that, as far as she knew at least. Had she known it existed, your connection to Narnia would be a good reason for her to cuddle up close to you, after all, everyone wanted a piece of the Naberius family considering their perpetuity of producing high-ranking demons. And now that he was a crown candidate? You highly doubted that there would be a lot anyone who didn't want to have some sort of claim to him now that he could potentially influence the way the Netherworld itself worked.

But she didn't know any of that. So what was her angle here? Azuria didn't waste time on things that gave her nothing. Did she find you intriguing maybe? You supposed you were definitely an outcast as far as demons worked despite your attempts. You constantly offered ideas that were common in the human world and yet seemed to have not even a fleeting thought to them here. And considering you constantly flitted about here and there like some spring bird, your desire and love for freedom, perhaps you presented a curiosity to her that she wanted to unwrap?

Too bad you intended to stay closed up tighter than a clam.

Azuria's insistent presence both intrigued and worried you. She was a wild card, someone who could potentially help or harm you, whether intentionally or inadvertently. On one hand, you could continue letting her lead you wherever it was she was going, likely a cafe of some sort. On the other hand, you could see the library from here, the large building, once a haven as you consumed knowledge left and right, now loomed over you as you slowly walked towards it. You could easily walk past it, let Azuria lead you wherever and forget your worries for another day.

Or you could not be a coward and try and face this head-on. But what of Azuria? She had followed you into the library on more than one occasion, watching you roam about and consume books at the speeds of a starved man before food. Even teasing you about it on more than one occasion. More than likely she would follow you in again, curious about what you're going to go after next. And there was no way she wouldn't catch on to why you would be looking at pregnancy books. Still though, even if you did push it off, she would likely find out about your little bundle in the future anyway.

Every time you moved to a new area, ever since you had first met up, she always seemed to be able to find you. Not that you tried particularly hard to hide yourself from her, sending pictures of an aquarium you found, or raving about a drink you got at a particular cafe. Still, it occasionally unnerved you when she just popped up randomly. Made your instincts flare up and panic rush through your veins at Narnia showing up next. All this meant that she would just find you again later, with your belly swelled, and undeniable proof presented on your body.

Might as well get it over with now, with your body still movable and able to run if she, for whatever reason, reacted badly. After all even if she didn't know you were human, you had no what the demonic culture on cannibalism was.

You lightly tugged on her arm that was connected to yours still. Her head tilted towards you, eyebrows scrunching and lips parted in slight confusion until you pointed to the library. Her eyes following the line of sight lit up in understanding before and started to lead you towards the building.

The Netherworld's library was a massive, labyrinthine structure filled with ancient texts and scrolls that held centuries of knowledge. Walking up the massive steps, at the library, you were greeted by towering shelves filled with books. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment, and dimly lit chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Usually, you would just wander and find an area you hadn't started going through yet. This time however you gently pulled Azuria over towards the reference desk. As you approached the reference desk, the librarian, a demon with dark skin, sharp green eyes, and long twisted horns (that honestly reminded you of oversized corkscrews), regarded you with curiosity before planting his attention on Azuria.

"May I help you with something?" the librarian asked, his voice low and resonant, eyes never leaving the pale flesh of the demoness next to you.

You swallowed your nervousness, eyes glancing over at Azuria who only looked back at you curiously before sighing in defeat and replying, "I'm looking for books on pregnancies."

You felt Azuria startle next to you, could picture her eyes widening and mouth opening in shock even as you stared resolutely in front of you. Her tail tightened around your waist more before immediately loosening to wrap around your hips instead. The librarian hummed a little before lazily pointing his sharp tail left. "Go that way, 18th aisle from the back on the left."

You thanked him and started walking, Azuria letting you pull her in the direction without complaint. You could feel her eyes burrowing into you and yet you refused to look at her. As you walked down the aisle towards the section dedicated to pregnancy, a feeling of vulnerability washed over you. Doing this somehow made the possibility more real. Before, while the thought had caused you distress, it was still just that. A thought.

Now though, as you counted the aisles and slowly came to a stop in front of the indicated section, it seemed far more real. The thought had become a reality in a way. You bit your lip, your heart pumping as nervousness sang through your veins. Your hand lifted to look at the first one you saw when suddenly it was overtaken by a far paler one. Snow-white skin tapered with deep blue claws covered your own and guided your hand away. The tail around your hips gently pulled you away from the shelves and into Azuria's arms.

"You're shaking like a leaf," she mumbled into your hair. Oh, so you were. You hadn't realized, so focused on your inner turmoil. Now though, you could feel your entire body shaking, quick shifts back and forth causing tremors throughout your entire body. Azuria's comforting embrace enveloped you, and the gentle warmth of her body against yours helped to steady your trembling form. You leaned into her, seeking solace in her presence.

"Sorry," you whispered, your voice shaky. "I didn't expect this to be so... nerve-wracking."

She responded with a soft, reassuring tone, "It's okay. I'm by your side, you don't have to do it alone."

With Azuria refusing to let you go from her arms, you navigated the shelves of pregnancy-related texts by waddling. Azuria unwrapped her tail from its place around your hips to let the hoop at the end wrap hook over your wrist, before stepping back slightly so that you could move easier and pursued the shelves as well, picking a few titles of her own. The titles remained cryptic in the fact that while you could read the language, you didn't necessarily always understand what it said. You carefully selected a few books that seemed relevant regardless. They depicted various stages of demon pregnancies, and you hoped they held valuable information that would assist you on this challenging journey. If nothing else Azuria's chosen few would probably be helpful.

Azuria accompanied you as you left the aisle and headed towards your usual table before she used her tail to tug your bag to the entrance. You looked over at her with a question forming on your lips, but she simply shook her head and almost dragged you back to the desk, her presence providing a sense of security in the once-familiar environment. The librarian glanced at the selection of books in your hands, his green eyes glinting with a hint of curiosity, but he refrained from asking questions. Simply checked them out for you and handed them back over.

You thanked the librarian, and he nodded in response. Azuria's tail still circled your wrist as you made your way back out of the library. The chilly, parchment-scented air began to feel less intimidating as you clung to the knowledge you had gained. It was the first step on the path to understanding your situation better, and you knew that you had a long road ahead of you.

As you walked out into the Netherworld's bustling streets, you turned to Azuria, offering a small but genuine smile. "Thank you for coming with me, Azuria. I appreciate your support, but why did we leave."

Her sharp grin returned. "Of course, sweet cheeks, allies stick together. Let me answer your question though with another. Would you rather research this in an open area surrounded by others or in the safety and comfort of your own home?" She raised a shapely eyebrow at you, still grinning because she knew the answer already.

A sigh left you as you realized, "Home. I'd want to be home." Azuria grinned triumphantly at you, gesturing with her other hand

The two of you continued to walk together, leaving the library behind, and the weight of your predicament felt somewhat lighter. With Azuria's help, you had taken your first steps toward unravelling the mysteries of your demon pregnancy and the potential reunion with Narnia. They were baby steps, perhaps even tinier than that. But they were steps forward regardless and you were rather proud of that.

You could only hope the rest of the journey would be as easy.

**********

It was not easy in the least.

A groan left you from where you sat on the floor, a toilet bowl beside you. You had thought you had morning sickness before, but that was nothing compared to the amount of time you stayed practically glued to the toilet's side. Forget Narnia. This bowl made of whatever demons used in place of ceramic was now your new partner.

A soft swishing noise followed by the slightest creaking sound announced the opening of the bathroom door. You barely had enough energy left to raise your head slightly and glance at the new being entering your domain. A worried look painted on a pretty face entered your vision as Azuria gracefully knelt down -- and what you wouldn't do to be able to do that anymore-- a clawed hand gently placing itself on your shoulder.

"Are you okay sweetling?"

A groan was the only response to her question, your head laying itself back onto the bowl, no longer cold but lukewarm from soaking up your heat. A shame that was, considering you had been enjoying the cool temperature, but you lacked far too much energy at the moment to even think of moving those couple of inches.

You shakily gave her a tired smile before it left your lips again just as fast. You felt your throat tighten a little and the now familiar wave of nausea filled your stomach before flowing outwards. Your eyes closed and you focused on breathing in the hopes of not going through another bout of vomiting. A shudder ran through your body before the feeling faded away again. A relieved sigh left your mouth and you opened your eyes again when you felt it was safe.

You were seriously over this pregnancy thing.

The worst part was that it was possibly avoidable. From all the readings you did, you found that a vital part of fetus development was the pouring of the parent's magic into the womb. Mothers were especially vulnerable during this time because their bodies did it automatically, leaving them with fewer defences than they had before. The problem lay in the fact that you were human. While you highly doubted humans were without magic entirely --there were too many cases of unexplainable things that happened in the human world for you to believe that-- you also didn't have a lot to give if there was magic in your veins. Humans depended far more on physical developments rather than magical ones and it really showed now.

In other words, you were pretty sure you were starving your baby of one of its most vital needs. And in return -- it was starving you. 

And there was nothing you could do about it short of returning to Narnia in this state. You had toyed with the idea more and more often lately. Azuria was great, taking you in and helping you with everything she could. She was the being the absolute best in the fact that she had essentially taken over everything she possibly could to ensure you had the easiest road possible. There were times when you wondered how much your life would have been different if you had met her first.

A cool cloth gently laid across your forehead distracted you from your thoughts. Looking out the corner of your eye you saw Azuria's worried face hovering above you, pale hands retreating from where they laid the washcloth on you.  Azuria's worry deepened as she observed your sickly state. An ever-paling skin complexion combined with your thining weight despite the food she consistently forced you to eat left her feeling anxious. Not that constant eating helped when you were just as constantly throwing it back up again. Her expression shifted from concern to fretful anxiety, her eyes reflecting a mix of care and helplessness. "Sweetling, you can't go on like this. You need food and rest," she murmured her voice a soft melody laced with genuine concern.

You managed a weak nod, acknowledging the truth in her words. She wasn't wrong but unfortunately, there wasn't much you could do about it. Pregnant demons rarely threw up during pregnancy, but human pregnancies often had it as a side effect. You vaguely remembered it potentially having to do with an influx of hormones causing it and well there wasn't much you could do about that. And it wasn't like you could tell Azuria that, what with humanity supposed to be a secret and all.

Azuria stood gracefully, her hand extending towards you. "Let's get you out of this confined space. Perhaps lying down in bed will bring you some relief."

With Azuria's gentle guidance, you struggled to your feet, leaning on her for support. The walk to the bedroom felt like a journey through a foggy dream. Azuria led you to the bed in your room, where soft cushions awaited. She helped you settle down, arranging pillows behind your back for comfort. Her hands were cool against your forehead, her touch soothing as she continued to fret over your well-being.

Settling on the bed with Azuria flitting about and making sure you were at your most comfortable was surprisingly nice and annoying. It was nice to have someone care about you in this way again, always making sure your needs were taken care of. On the other hand, you were pretty sure if she flitted about anymore she would turn into a bird, or make you dizzy just from watching. Faster than you thought possible, your hand snatched out and gripped her wrist causing her to stop short, almost tripping over her feet at the sudden lack of motion.

Her head turned to look at you questioningly, tilted to the side like a curious puppy before coming closer as you gently tugged on her. "As much as I love this pampering, all I really want is for you to lay down next to me." 

She blinked at you for a second, as if she couldn't comprehend what you were asking before quickly moving to lay beside you, and your body twisted so that you were facing one another, legs touching as you both got comfortable. It reminded you of sisters in those movies where they huddle under the blankets, clasping hands and whispering promises to one another that would later be broken before being fulfilled all over again. You were so busy thinking of it though that it took a second to notice that Azuria was still twitching slightly. Her tail lashes about in small quick movements like a fretful cat.

You had never seen Azuria look so unsure of herself before. The fidgeting and fiddling of her hands as she picked at her fingernails for non-existent imperfections. It made you curious about what could possibly throw off the ever-so-flawless succubus. Always confidently ready with a retort or flirt and never seeming out of place for even a second, even in places she really should be. "What's got you in such a state?"

She blurted out something so quickly that your mind barely registered it as words at all. You blinked as you stared at her. "I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"

Her hand tore from yours as she covered her face, cheeks flushing from embarrassment at whatever she had said. "I'm sorry, it's stupid I know and if you're not even willing to do so with the other parent I don't even know why I thought I would offer. You're just so sick all the time and I wanted to do something and-"

She was cut off by you ripping her hands away from her face, a startled squeak leaving her at the sudden appearance of your face. "Azuria, I legitimately had not heard what you said the first time. So would please repeat it so that I can be the judge on whether or not it's stupid?"

She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, a habit she had picked up from you, before sighing and repeating what she had said. Cheeks flushed an even brighter colour as she looked anywhere but you. "I said, would you let me share my magic with your baby?"

You stared at her as your brain tried to understand what she said. "Share...your magic?" She nodded miserably. You were quite certain that tears were starting to gather in the corners of her eyes. "I thought only the parents could do it?"

She shrugged the motion looking weird on her body. "It depends on the situation and clan. Most prefer it only be those raising the babe, others the entire clan will exchange magic, and others still believe that only the carrier should be doing it. It's an incredibly personal thing to do though, only ever done with family or mates so I understand why you wouldn't want to and-mmph!" You placed her hands over her mouth to cut her off before she spiralled into a rant. You had never thought you'd see the day one of the Mephisto twins were embarrassed and yet here you were. It was rather refreshing.

"I'm not saying no Azuria, I was just confused due to a misunderstanding apparently." You sat staring at her, trying to make sure you understood everything and didn't end up in a social blunder of some kind. If you understood right, then it wasn't just the parents who could help feed the baby magic, but anyone. As long as they wanted to at least, and generally were in a close relationship of some kind. You could understand why she was so flustered now. 

If you had asked someone whom you had been friends with and only known for a little over half a year to do something only family members or partners did, you'd be rather embarrassed as well. And yet you couldn't help but find it incrediably sweet of her to do so. A warm pit formed in your belly at the thought of it, and you gently pulled her hands away from her mouth.

"I'm okay with you doing so as long as you are. I don't why you're willing to offer it up but I'm not going to say no to something that will help the baby."  Azuria's eyes widened as the words left your mouth. Azuria's eyes widened as the words left your mouth. She seemed taken aback, and for a moment, the room held a pause as she absorbed your response. The tension in her shoulders visibly eased, and a genuine smile broke across her face, brightening the room with a warmth that went beyond her usual charismatic charm.

"You mean it?" Azuria asked, her voice a mix of surprise and relief. You nodded in affirmation, prompting her to lean in and embrace you gently. Her arms circled around you, her body folding protectively as she held you close. It was a gesture of comfort, and you couldn't help but reciprocate the embrace.

Azuria then pulled back, a newfound determination in her eyes. "Let me try," she said softly, her hand reaching for your stomach. As her clawed fingers made contact, a surge of warmth flowed through you. It was a gentle, soothing sensation, unlike anything you had experienced before. The magical exchange felt incrediably intimate, as if Azuria was sharing a part of herself with your unborn child, and you suddenly understood why it was only family members and partners that generally shared magic with one another.

You closed your eyes, revelling in the unique connection, and for a brief moment, the worries and discomforts of pregnancy seemed to fade away. Azuria's magic was a comforting balm, and as she continued, you couldn't help but feel a profound gratitude toward her. As the magical exchange continued, you felt a sense of reassurance, a belief that perhaps, with Azuria's help, you wouldn't be a complete failure at this whole parenting thing. The room, once filled with anxiety, now radiated a quiet happiness.

"Thanks, Azuria," you're hand gently rested on her shoulder, a tired but grateful smile resting on your face. "You're a great ally. I don't know what I would have done without you." For a second you swore you saw her flinch ever so slightly, but the expression was gone before you could blink. A grin lazily stretched itself on her painted lips in its place. Had you imagined it?

"I'm well aware I'm one of the best, but please, keep praising me. Flattery gets you everywhere."

You couldn't help the laugh that tore out of your throat, as you moved your hand and replaced it with your head instead. Placing your other hand on top of hers as the magic continued to pour into your body -- you briefly wondered just how much she had to be able to continuously share this much -- curling your body around your growing belly and into her side. Even if you did wish that there was another body here to curl around you, you were content in this moment. And that was more than you felt you could ask for.

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Today was going to be a good day.

The sun was shining with just enough cloud coverage to keep it from being overwhelming. Birds screeched their morning dues and you watched contently from your kitchen window as some drillbees floated lazily about outside. You hadn't felt the need to throw up yet and had even managed to get some breakfast down your gullet. Azuria had left earlier that morning on some kind of mission, something about a missing ingredient if her note was any indication. Although where Azuria was concerned, that could as easily be some eggs as it could be some high-end lipstick priced more than anyone could reasonably make in a decade to complete a single outfit. You would simply have to wait and see what she came back with.

Taking another sip of your steaming tea, you waited contently as the dough on the counter rose so that you could slip it into the oven. It was such a lazy and good morning today that perhaps you would indulge in some treats. Lifting your bulk out of the comfy chair, you sorted through internally what you should have lying about. There were fruits Azuria had brought home a few days ago. You could still taste their sweet bursts of flavour on your tongue and the thick juice going down your throat. Yeah, berries sounded good right about now.

With a groan, you lifted yourself from the chair you had perched in. The baby hadn't even reached half of its full size and already it was a pain to heighten and lower yourself. The kid was really lucky you loved them enough not to endanger their life by evicting them early. The urge to do so was ever-increasing but you did your best to keep it from annoying you too much. Your lack of fast movement though made you increasingly grateful that Azuria had taken up guard duty around you, not even allowing her brother, a member of the 13 crowns and technically her superior, to get too close to you.

As you shuffled toward the kitchen, the scent of fresh dough wafting through the air, you opened the fridge door with a sense of anticipation. The cool air greeted you, and your eyes scanned the shelves for the container of berries. A small smile touched your lips as you spotted them nestled among the other groceries. Carefully, you retrieved the bowl of vibrant berries, the colours reminiscent of the morning sunrise. The plump, juicy fruits seemed like a delightful treat, a burst of nature's sweetness.

"Sweetling! I'm home! Come outside and look what I brought!" Azuria's voice cut through your thoughts. A sigh left your mouth as you turned from the fridge, a bowl of juicy berries locked in your hands. Shifting it to sit in one hand, you popped a few in your mouth as you walked,  nearly moaning at the sweetness as they burst. Opening the front door, you started to call out to Azuria, to ask what she had, when you noticed she wasn't alone.

It took a few moments before your brain caught up and recognized who was in your yard. Your entire body froze up as you tried to comprehend what was happening. The sudden stopping motion causes the bowl of berries to topple from your hand and fall to the ground, glass shards smashing and berries splattering against the hard ground. You ignored it all to focus on the being in front of you. You knew that body, that face, the long flowing hair and pale skin.

"Narnia," you breathed out. Heart pounding a mile a minute and tears starting to pool in your eyes. So many emotions were suddenly flowing through you in a whirl and you couldn't process them all. Fear, love, elatedness, nervousness and more. All culminating into one giant ball that left you dizzy. You swayed a little from the impact of it all, and suddenly both Narnia and Azuria were sprinting in your direction, though you didn't fully understand why. You still couldn't understand why Narnia was here at all actually.

You flinched when he reached out to steady you, backing away slightly, teeth knawing at your bottom lip as you stared at him. Looking over his shoulder you saw Azuria a step behind him, her eyes drawn wide open before she was suddenly in between the two of you and all you could see was her back. Wings spread wide and her tail lashing in agrivation. She wants to protect you -- is willing to die by going up against someone so much more powerful than her to do so.

You hear a deep snarl from Narnia at the denial of being able to see you and Azuria's responding hiss. For a split second, you wonder if this is what a dog toy feels like, as it's fought over between two canids before being torn to shreds by the reigning victor. You didn't want to know who the winner would be between them. Didn't want to see them fight. Be covered in wounds from the other's claws and blood pouring down their bodies as they both fought over you.

̶D̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶e̶r̶t̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶w̶i̶n̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶ ̶

You place a hand gently on Azuria's shoulder and lightly push on it. 'Back down' you say wordlessly, 'it's ok.' You're nowhere near ready to see Narnia on your own terms, much less like this, but he's here now and you have to face the music. You inhale deeply, letting it out slowly before ducking slightly under her still-spread wings.

Narnia's face is still pulled into a ferocious snarl, white fangs gleaming as he bares them before they're quickly put away at the sight of you. He starts to reach out a hand for you once more before pausing, seeming to rethink the idea. It takes a second for you to realize that he's shaking slightly. Nearly imperceptible and yet when you focused you could see the nearly invisible tremors running through his arms.

You could understand it in a way, if he had even a fraction of the love that you had for him, he was probably devastated at your disappearance. And for you to suddenly appear again once more before him, it must have seemed like a dream. A dream he was scared to touch only for it to disappear into wisps of nothing with the morning sun. You would know, you'd had several of your own since you had left.

Slowly you walk forward and slowly reach out your own hand towards his. Gently grasping it before bringing the pale appendage to your cheek, allowing him to make the contact he seemed so desperate for and that you so surely wanted. Your eyes closed at the familiar feeling and you just stood there, breathing in his scent and indulging yourself in all of the things you had denied yourself for months. He breathed out your name in a gentle sigh, and you didn't have to look to know that there were tears at the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly his other arm was wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a tight hug. A gentle fluttery in your stomach appeared as your face smashed against the top of his chest, the silky fabric of his uniform softening the blow slightly and forcing more of that rosey chocolate scent into your nose. His own face was buried into your neck as his hand curled further up to the back of your head. You could feel his own nose twitching against your neck and if you felt the slightest bit of wetness trail down and heard the smallest whimpers--well it was all too easy to pretend that you were sweating due to the heat and that the noises were simply some frucks --hairy frogs who had four duck feet that you had been delighted to have discovered one day-- swimming about.

It took a minute to realize that he was doing more than whimpering--he was talking. Pleading actually, once your brain could focus on what he was saying.

Why did you go?

Stay by my side.

Never leave me again.

Please I beg you.

On and on he went and it broke your heart more and more with each new sentence he uttered. All you could do was hold him tighter to you and run one of your hands through his hair. It flowed easily through the soft strands and you could only wish the words he spoke flowed through you as easily. Instead, each syllable cut through you like a dull knife, leaving jagged wounds all over you, blood and guilt seeping through each one.

You couldn't deny that you had needed this escape. To adventure all over and have a say over where to go and who to visit, but you also couldn't help but wish you had never left. Or had at least tried and discussed it with him first. To try and spare him the pain you put him through by just up and leaving. But what's done is done, and all you can do is help him heal through it. 'If he'll let you,' your brain chimed in. There was the entire possibility he could shove you away at any moment. To cut you off now before you could cause him more pain.

And you wouldn't even be able to blame him for it.

With a soft sigh, you pushed the thoughts aside and simply held him. Stood on your tip toes and buried your face into his neck and whispered reassurances into his skin. After a few minutes, you felt him start to slow down and gently pull away to look him in the eyes. They were bloodshot, and tears were still forming in the corners to try and follow their brethren down the already made paths running down his cheeks. You could feel your own tears that had gathered but simply smiled up at him, happy to be in his arms again.

There were a lot of things you could say, that you could both say, instead you simply stood there elated to be in one another's presence again. He gave you a shaky smile in return before pulling you into another hug. This time though you both froze after a moment.

A small fluttering feeling appeared in your gut. It was so subtle the first time that you had barely felt it. But now, as the second hug commenced you felt it get a fair bit stronger, and evidently so had Narnia. 

He quickly pushed you back slightly, large hands firmly grasping your upper arms as he looked you over. The sudden motion caused you to squeak in surprise and Azuria to hiss in the background in warning to be gentle. His eyes were locked on your stomach, currently mostly hidden by the overly large sweater you had stolen from Azuria's closet, but the slightest swell still poked through. Barely noticeable if you weren't looking for it, only Narnia was. 

His entire body was trembling slightly as his hands left your arms to gently grasp the soft fabric of the sweater before slowly lifting it up.  "You're..."He started, eyes wide and voice soft in amazement. 

"Pregnant?" You offered up helpfully, "Yeah, I am."  

He was silent as his hands gently grazed along your belly, eyes opening wider and a soft gasp leaving his lips when the baby moved again. The smallest bumps appeared through your stomach almost exactly where his hands were. A soft smile appeared on your face as he continued to stare at you, your hands reaching out to cover his own. "They recognize their daddy." 

His eyes flicked up towards yours before lowering back towards your stomach again. "They?"

"We don't know the gender, so they've just been they. Don't worry, we're pretty certain there's only one of them. No need to worry about twins or triplets here." You blinked as his face suddenly went dark. "Narnia?"

"We." 

"We?" 

"You said we. As in you and her." His eyes flickered behind you, and you suddenly understood.

"She was a great help. I don't know what I would have done without her." You booped his nose and watched it wrinkle before turning his gaze back to you. "You don't get to be angry at anyone but me. I'm the one that left even if I know that I probably shouldn't have. Azuria simply helped me navigate this new world." A corner of his lip peeled back before he rolled his eyes in relentment. 

He could never deny you for long. 

"I suppose she was rather helpful in helping me find you." 

You froze. "Pardon?"

"Azuria, she was the only reason I found you this early. I tried very hard to try and hunt you down. Very clever trick, using the rainstorm to cover your tracks. The only reason I applied to be a crown was so that I could have a wider territory to try and track you down through, and then here comes your pretty little succubus, all willing to take me right to you."   

Suddenly betrayal lit through you as a connection was made. Azuria had brought Narnia here. Logically you knew that since she appeared with him. To know, however, that she had done it on purpose? That Azuria had led him straight to you despite never saying you were ready to see him. Despite you never even mentioning Narnia's existence in your life. 

Azuria had potentially known that Narnia was your mate this entire time.

What you couldn't understand was why. Why betray you in this way, of all ways? Or perhaps, your mind reeled as you tried to make sense of everything, still desperate not to lose someone so close to you again, it could be that she hadn't known. It was entirely possible she had run into Narnia while visiting her brother and had gotten to talking with him before bringing him home. Considering the amount of times she had cursed Narnia's name and family before though left you wondering if she had seduced him to kill him.

You turned wide-eyed towards Azuria, practically pleading that it wasn't true. That it was simply a misunderstanding and that she didn't do one of the few things that could have hurt you the most. Instead, her eyes looked away from yours before closing and she slowly nodded. "I did tell him."

"Why?"

"You were withering away!" She suddenly snarled, and you flinched in shock at her hostility. You felt Narnia take a step forward so that his front was flush with your back, a warning growl low in his throat but Azuria ignored him. "I had to sit there and watch as you withered away with this stupid happy smile on your face even though it was obvious how much even the smallest things hurt you to do! It's why I started sharing my magic so that you wouldn't die before you even got to see your baby. It's why I searched through your room to find even the slightest clue who the father was. Why I went on a manhunt and gathered favour after favour to get access to him so that you could be together again." 

She paused, chest heaving and tears in her eyes, "It's why even though I figured you would hate me afterwards, at least I would know you were living again. Because you weren't before. Oh sure, you were happy at times, but you weren't living. Not without him." She snarled the last word, anger and resentment clear in her voice. 

"Azuria-" you started but stopped when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking back slightly you saw Narnia slowly shake his head. With a soft sigh, you ignored him and shrugged off his hand.  Logically you knew where he was coming from, that she needed to get this off her chest. To rant and rave until there was nothing left but an empty hole that could heal. 

That didn't mean she had to do it alone though. 

You walked towards her, acutely aware of Narnia following you only a few steps behind. Ready to protect you at a moment's notice from what he probably thought was your own stupidity. Your hands reached out to take her shoulders in them and you watched as she flinched at the sudden touch. Ignoring the sharp pain that went through you at seeing her flinch from your touch, you pulled her towards you in a tight hug. 

Her entire body froze in surprise before haltingly hugging you back. You pushed slightly to let her bury her face in the crook of your neck before whispering in her ear, "I could never hate you." 

If you thought she had frozen before, it was nothing compared to the practical icicle her body had become as she processed your words. Then suddenly there were tiny trembles running through her body before a loud wail nearly shattered your eardrums, and yet you only held her closer. Hands rubbing her back and running through her hair soothingly as she let it out. You slowly let the both of you slide to your knees, Narnia standing guard above the two of you. You didn't have to look to know that he was pointedly pretending to be searching for some kind of threat to give her privacy.  

"I thought you were going to die," she cried, "I didn't know what to do! I thought you were going to leave me alone in the worst way possible. And then I thought you were going to hate me and never look in my direction again." On and on she went and you just sat there letting her get it all out. Simply humming and stroking her hair and back. Eventually, she managed to slow down into quiet sniffles, before no noise came from her at all except steady -- if a little harder than normal -- breathing. 

She pulled back from your neck, one hand leaving you to wipe the tear tracks from her face. One of your own hands leaves her hair to gently cusp her cheek, 'are you okay?' She grasps your hand in her own and nods her head. 'I'm okay.'  

The slightest noise coming from the ruffling of clothes as Narnia shifts clues the both of you back in that he was in fact there. Azuria's face turns a bright shade of pink at being caught in such a weakened state in front of someone who is practically a stranger. She quickly helps you up, clearing her throat and tossing her hair back. Turning slightly towards Narnia she points a painted nail in his direction. 

"You say nothing, I say nothing. Got it?" 

One of Narnia's eyebrows rose but acquitted in a graceful nod. Azuria gives a firm nod of her own before fussing over the both of your clothes. Brushing off dirt and making sure your sweatshirt is sitting properly. 

A large pale hand suddenly appears to tweak the sweatshirt so that it is sitting slightly tighter than it was earlier, before resting gently on your stomach. "Darling, why don't we go home so that you can rest." 

Azuria's body stiffened slightly before laying a fake smile on her lips pointed at Narnia, "What are you talking about? They are home."

"Oh, their temporary home yes. But I'm sure you can agree that they deserve the best?" 

Azuria's eyebrow twitched. "Are you implying my home isn't good enough for them?" 

"It's certainly quaint, but lovely here needs a bit more room. Especially with a youngling on the way." 

"Quaint!? Says the demon who had them living in a cottage! At least my home has room for both them and the baby. They'll be just fine here." 

An elegant snort left Narnia --to this day you still couldn't figure out how he made an inelegant action elegant -- before firing back, "That was when it was just the two of us, obviously adjustments will be made, and I'm sure they would much prefer spending time in their mate's home."

"Yes because a sudden change in nesting areas is so good for the carrier's mental health! You apparently not only have the reputation of a dog but the brains of one too."

They both whirled on you, calling your name in perfect synchrony, "Tell them I'm right!"

A tired sigh left you as you pinched your nose. Was this what it was like to raise kids? You weren't certain you could do it anymore if it was. "Listen, I'm tired. I've had one hell of an emotional rollercoaster, my feet and back hurt and hearing you argue like toddlers is giving me a headache. I'm taking a nap, figure it out yourselves." With that, you promptly removed Narnia's hand, turned around and headed back inside ignoring their cries and the pattering of their feet behind you. A nap sounded perfect. If you were lucky, maybe you could convince them to let you curl up in between them without any incessant arguing.

And a new bowl of berries too, you thought longingly as you passed the shattered bowl.

~~~Sukima~~~

"You've gone through a lot of trouble to speak to me." Narnia's eyes locked onto this newcomer with disdain and annoyance. Looking at them felt akin to looking at a bloodfly as far as he was concerned. This demoness before him, no matter how pretty, was nothing compared to you. Just another succubus trying to seduce her way into power, admirable, but worthless to him.

Admittedly, something about this one seemed different though. Everything about her was tense, like a coiled spring and the way her eyes seared into him left more of a feeling of hate than love. What a bad succubus letting her feelings shine through like that. "Why?"

"I shouldn't be doing this." Azuria started, eyes flaring with fire that she wished would burn the demon before her to ash. "I should be challenging you, fighting you to the death and tearing your heart out so that they can move on from you and I can win their heart in turn. It would be so easy to turn their mournfulness into love for me." Azuria paused, watching Narnia's eyes tint dangerously as he caught on to who and what she was talking about.

His lips curled back in a snarl and the crackling energy of his raw power started to flow about the room in his anger. His wings and tail had popped out as emotions overtook him and he spread them out wide and threateningly, making himself appear far bigger and more powerful. Not that he needed it. Being selected as a crown candidate, much less appointed one, was no easy feat. She had never been more angry at the fact her brother had gotten more magical prowess than her than at this moment. What she would do if she had enough strength.

"You know wh-"

"I know that if I did try and fight, I would lose." Azuria cut in. "And I know that even if I did win, they wouldn't be happy.  Not entirely. They-"She sucked in a breath, and let it out slowly, heart breaking further from speaking the truth out loud. "They don't love me, not like they love you. And they will never love me as fully as they do you. You could have hurt them a thousand times and killed a million deaths and they would still choose you over me. On top of that, they would never survive the consequences of your death."

Narnia's energy stayed ever-pressing inside the room, bearing down on her with pure force without him even doing a thing, yet she noticed the slightest shift in his body. His eyes were narrowed in on her though they looked more thoughtful than before. Waiting impatiently for what else she had to say. If there was one thing he learned from his mate, it was to wait before striking. It had become a game between the two of you, seeing who would give in first for whatever reason. You always won. Perhaps this time he would.

"I don't understand the appeal of you to be perfectly honest." She gave him an obvious look over and sniffed, "Your personality seems awful, your clan is heinous as far as how they treat younglings, and while you're a pretty one I'm clearly more beautiful. On top of that, I'm no slouch in the power department even if you are far stronger. They should choose me, and yet they won't. I don't know what they see in you, but you better get your shit together and treat them like the diety that they are. Otherwise, I will find a way to take you down, because they deserve it. Even if they deserve far better than you."

Azuria whirled around, leaving him no chance to say anything in return. She opened the door to his office before turning to look at him over her shoulder. "Well? Are you coming or not lover boy?" Striding out the door, Azuria didn't have to look back to know he was scrambling to follow. Doesn't have to look back to know that he's well aware of how lucky he is to have your heart.

For those wondering, this is a fruck-

Isn't it adorable????

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[your-local-simp-writers]

Starlight Symphony

Word Count: 676

Warnings: None

Headcanons: Sora x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

In the heart of the world that never was, where light and darkness blend into a twilight of possibilities, Sora found a companion unlike any other—a friend, a confidant, a partner in every adventure. She was a beacon in the ever-shifting shadows, her laughter a melody that could cut through the deepest gloom.

Their bond was unique, woven from countless shared moments and small acts of tenderness. Whether it was the first bite of a sea-salt ice cream under the radiant skies of Destiny Islands or the last piece of a star-shaped fruit as they watched the sunset from the clock tower in Twilight Town, Sora always insisted she taste the magic first. It was his unspoken vow, a promise of shared experiences and a life intertwined.

And then there were the kisses—soft, affectionate pecks on the tip of the nose that spoke a language of their own. Whether given or received, each was a whisper of affection, a fleeting touch that said more than words ever could. In these gentle exchanges, they found comfort and a reminder of the love that guided them through every battle.

"Sometimes, I wonder what lies beyond even the stars," Sora mused, his gaze lost in the celestial sea above.

She smiled, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "Wherever it is, I'm sure it's filled with new friends and adventures. Just like the worlds we've visited."

Sora chuckled, turning to her with a soft expression. "You're right. As long as we're together, there's no limit to the skies we can explore." 

"Have you ever thought about what it means to share a paopu fruit?" Sora asked, his voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the universe's vast expanse.

She turned to him, her eyes curious. "Isn't it meant to intertwine our destinies forever?"

He nodded, his spiky hair catching the starlight. "Yeah, but it's more than that. It's about sharing everything—the good times, the tough battles, and even the quiet moments like this."

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled with the unspoken understanding that had grown over their journey. It was a bond forged not just in the heat of battle but in the peace that followed. 

Suddenly, a meteor streaked across the sky, its tail a blaze of glory that momentarily lit up the night. "Make a wish," she whispered, squeezing his hand.

Sora closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Done. What about you?"

"I wished that no matter where we go, we'll always find our way back to each other," she confessed, her voice barely audible.

Opening his eyes, Sora leaned in, his breath warm on her cheek. "That's not just a wish. It's a promise," he said, sealing it with a gentle kiss on her forehead. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a paopu fruit, its star-like shape glistening in the dimming light. "Here, you should have the first bite," he offered, holding it out to her.

With a gentle nod, she accepted, taking a small bite. The sweetness of the fruit seemed to encapsulate their shared journey—a blend of joy, challenges, and unspoken promises.

"Thank you, Sora," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For sharing this moment, for sharing your heart."

He grinned, his eyes crinkling with delight. "And thank you for always being my guiding star." Leaning forward, he placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose, a gesture that felt as natural as the bond they shared.

She laughed, a sound that danced with the wind, and returned the gesture, her lips brushing against his nose. "I guess we're just two stars drawn together, aren't we?"

"In every way," Sora agreed, his hand finding hers.

They stood up, hands still clasped, as they prepared to return to the Gummi Ship. "Ready to explore more worlds?" Sora asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Always," she replied, her heart full of anticipation for the adventures that awaited them, knowing that whatever worlds they would discover, their shared moments would be the true treasures they would cherish forever.

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[ransprang]

can i get florida!reader x ivan? i wanna take him on a trip and show him the everglades <3

hey thanks for the request. we think you meant Ivan from hetalia right? hope you like it :)

Hetalia Russia x Florida! reader

You had always been fascinated by the unique beauty and wildlife of the Everglades, and you couldn't help but think that Ivan might appreciate its mysterious charm. Ivan had a reputation for being seemingly bighearted and innocent, yet with a hidden streak of cruelty. Despite this, you believed that introducing him to the serenity of nature might bring out a different side of him. So, you decided to take Ivan on a trip to the Everglades and show him a new perspective.

As you entered the vast wetlands, the air thick with humidity and the sounds of nature, you felt a sense of excitement. Ivan, with his seemingly innocent demeanor, followed behind you, his curious eyes observing the surroundings. You hoped that the calmness of the Everglades would resonate with him, allowing him to experience a different side of his complex personality.

You led Ivan through the winding trails, pointing out various flora and fauna along the way. Sharing your knowledge of the ecosystem, you described how the delicate balance of the Everglades was crucial to its survival. Ivan listened attentively, his childlike curiosity shining through. Occasionally, he would interject with innocent questions, wanting to understand more about the intricate web of life within the wetlands.

As you ventured deeper into the Everglades, you encountered alligators sunning themselves in the warm marshes. You explained the importance of respecting their space and the significance of these creatures in the ecosystem. Ivan's expression grew contemplative, his usually innocent eyes reflecting a deeper understanding. He seemed captivated by the alligators, their strength and survival instincts intriguing him.

Further into the Everglades, you came across a beautiful array of bird species, some of which were native to the region. You pointed out the vibrant colors and unique behaviors of each bird, immersing yourselves in the sights and sounds of nature. Ivan's typically hidden cruel streak seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of wonder and appreciation. He watched the birds with a newfound gentleness, finding solace in their graceful flight.

As the day wore on, you found a peaceful spot by a tranquil body of water. You sat together, the serenity of the Everglades enveloping you both. Softly, you spoke about your own admiration for nature, the emotions it evoked, and the sense of interconnectedness it brought. Ivan listened intently, his innocent demeanor holding an air of serenity and wisdom.

In that moment, you realized that perhaps the Everglades had touched something within Ivan—a part of him that was more than just his childlike innocence and hidden cruelty. The serenity and beauty of the Everglades had allowed him to tap into a different side of himself—one that could appreciate the delicate intricacies of the natural world and find solace in its presence.

As you and Ivan made your way back from the Everglades, a newfound understanding seemed to linger between you. The shared experience had forged a connection—a bond that went beyond the surface. Although Ivan's complex personality would always remain enigmatic, you had glimpsed a different side of him, one that could appreciate the beauty of nature and find moments of peace within its embrace.

your swamp puppies,

admins san & sar

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[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 16

I am back, slowly getting used to wearing no splinter, what means more random bursts of pain. Slowly getting back to posting.

Masterlist

Chapter 16: Bittersweet goodbyes

The weight of the moment hung in the air as Hunter's presence interrupted their private exchange. His words held a sense of urgency, a reminder of the reality they faced amidst the delicate emotions that swirled around them. Hunter's voice was low but determined. "Before Alma starts asking too many questions, we should leave. We don't want her getting suspicious."

Tech's gaze shifted from Amanda to Hunter, his understanding evident. "Right. Thanks, Hunter." With a nod, Hunter made his way toward the exit, leaving Tech and Amanda alone once again. The silence that followed was a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty, the unspoken truths and emotions that had been shared between them forming a bridge between their past and the path ahead. Amanda's gaze met Tech's, and she offered a faint smile, a smile that held a depth of understanding. His decision to reveal their connection to the squad was not a surprise, a testament to the trust that had always underpinned their relationship.

As Amanda held Orion in her arms, she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, a kiss that conveyed the depth of her love and her hopes for his future. The bittersweet reality of having to part with her son once again was a reminder of the sacrifices they had both made. Tech's voice was a mix of reassurance and promise. "One day, we'll have the life we should. A family." Their connection, their shared history, and the unbreakable bond they shared were encapsulated in that moment that held the power to shape their future and redefine their priorities.

As the meditation chamber seemed to envelop them in its embrace, Tech and Amanda shared a final kiss one that conveyed a promise of hope, of a future that awaited them beyond the challenges they faced. The unspoken emotions, the weight of their past, and the boundless potential of their shared journey were all held within that single gesture. With a deep breath, Amanda handed Orion back to Tech, her gaze lingering on her son for a fleeting moment before meeting Tech's eyes once more. The unbreakable connections that had guided them through their lives remained steadfast, serving as a reminder that their paths were forever intertwined.

As they prepared to leave the meditation chamber, their footsteps echoed against the quiet space, an echo of their shared history, their unwavering commitment, and the unspoken promise of a future that held the promise of hope, love, and the strength of their family they had forged. Amanda stayed behind for a moment, sorting her thoughts, and her emotions.

As time passed, Amanda rejoined the group, her presence a calming influence amidst the chaos of their post-mission activities. Alma, ever curious, found herself drawn to Echo and his unique cybernetic arm. The bond between a Padawan and their Master often sparked questions and discussions about the past, and Alma's curiosity was no exception. Alma's voice held a note of genuine interest as she looked at Echo's cybernetic arm. "Master Pacem, did you really help Echo with his arm and help him get back on his feet?"

Echo's gaze met Amanda's briefly, his expression a mixture of gratitude and understanding. The memories of his recovery and the guidance he had received were still fresh in his mind a testament to the impact that Amanda's healing abilities had made. Amanda's voice was measured, her tone reflective. "Yes, Echo was injured when he was rescued. I helped guide the medical droids as they worked on his cybernetics and his recovery."

Alma's eyes widened with curiosity as she absorbed the information. The connection between the past and the present was evident, the intricate web of relationships and shared experiences that defined Clone Force 99's journey. Echo's voice was laced with appreciation as he looked at Amanda. "Master Pacem’s guidance and expertise were instrumental in my recovery. I wouldn't be where I am without her." Alma nodded, a smile tugging at her lips as she regarded Echo and then Amanda. The shared history between the squad members and their Master was a testament to the bonds they had forged amidst the challenges they faced. As they continued to share stories and insights from their journey, the unspoken connections that bound them together remained at the forefront. The past, the present, and the potential for the future converged in their shared experiences, their loyalty, and the unbreakable ties that defined their lives.

As the time came for the squad to depart, their shared experiences on the mission and the unspoken moments of connection lingered in the air. As the squad exited the ruins of the temple and saw that Tech was holding Orion a bit closer and tighter than usual, a subtle change in his demeanour did not go unnoticed as they settled in their seats. Crosshair's voice held a note of concern, unusual for the snarky clone, as he looked at Tech and Orion. "Tech, you alright?"

Tech's gaze was fixed on Orion, his expression a mixture of tenderness and introspection. He pressed his face into the soft strands of brown hair that echoed the familiar locks of Amanda, a connection that was both comforting and bittersweet. It is as if he did not hear his brother. Hunter's voice held a touch of understanding as he watched Tech. "You seem a bit preoccupied."

Tech's fingers moved over Orion's back in a repetitive motion, a gesture that was both soothing and reflective, helping him to gather his racing thoughts. He looked up at his squadmates, his voice carrying a weight that spoke of the depth of his thoughts. "I'm fine. Just thinking." Wrecker's voice was light-hearted, a mix of camaraderie and curiosity. "About what, Tech?"

Tech's gaze shifted to the stars beyond the viewport, his thoughts a whirlwind of complex emotions. He hesitated for a moment before he spoke, his voice laced with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "About Amanda. About Orion." Hunter's voice was calm, his words acknowledging the complexities of the situation. "It's not an easy situation, Tech. But you've been doing a great job."

Tech's eyes returned to Orion, his expression a blend of protectiveness and resolve. "I know. It's just... leaving her behind again, knowing what could happen if the truth comes out." Crosshair's gaze held a depth of empathy as he regarded Tech and Orion. "You're doing what you have to do to protect Orion… and Amanda. Not that we have enough to do." Crosshair’s usual tone falls back, trying not to seem he cares about Orion so deeply. As the squad members shared a moment of understanding, the weight of their shared journey and the challenges they faced was palpable. Their makeshift family was bound by loyalty, duty, and the unbreakable ties that defined their path. Tech's fingers continued their gentle motion over Orion's back, a gesture that conveyed both love and a sense of responsibility. A motion he does out of habit, out of comfort. His commitment to Amanda and Orion was unwavering, a testament to the depths of his devotion and the sacrifices he was willing to make. As the stars outside the viewport continued to stretch into the infinite, the future remained uncertain a path shaped by the choices they made, the connections they nurtured, and the unspoken truths that defined their lives. Tech felt a heavy longing to the woman he fell so hard, something he never thought would even interest him at all, and now all he had were his brothers and Orion.

Chapter 17

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal

#tbb #tbb tech #the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #bad batch tech #daddy tech #tech fanfiction #tech fanfic #tech fluff #tech fic #tech as a father #the dad batch #tech and orion #the uncle batch #clone wars #tech x oc #star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction

[but-thats-idiocy]

My Dearest Crowley,

As I sit here amidst the hushed shelves of my beloved bookshop, I find my thoughts drifting to you as they often do. The way your eyes twinkle with mischief, your wry smile that never fails to warm my heart, and the way your presence can both unsettle and comfort me in the same breath.

Though our paths were once destined to be adversaries, fate had a different plan for us. Our unlikely partnership, forged in the flames of Heaven and Hell's grand machinations, has blossomed into something truly extraordinary. It's as if our souls recognized each other across the realms, and now, my dear friend, I find myself unable to imagine a world without you by my side.

Your unique way of viewing the world has shown me the beauty in the most unexpected places, and I am forever grateful for the joy and wonder you've brought into my existence. Your loyalty and companionship have been a light in the darkness, guiding me through trials and tribulations with a steadfastness I never thought possible.

In your company, I have discovered that love is not bound by the constraints of Heaven or Hell, but rather, it's a force that transcends all boundaries. And though our roles may have been prescribed by higher powers, I've come to realize that the most profound connections are the ones we choose for ourselves.

So, my dear Crowley, I pen this letter to express what my heart has long wished to convey. You have become my confidant, my partner in all things extraordinary and mundane, and, dare I say it, the truest friend I have ever known. In a world often marred by chaos and discord, your presence is a calming balm that soothes my soul.

I treasure the laughter we share, the adventures we embark upon, and the quiet moments where we need not exchange a word to understand each other's thoughts. With every passing day, my affection for you deepens, and I find myself hoping that you might see in me what I see in you—a kindred spirit, a cherished companion, and perhaps, something even more profound.

Yours, in all the ways that matter,

Aziraphale

My Dearest Aziraphale,

Oh, my dear angel, how your words have woven a spell around my heart. To read your sentiments, so beautifully expressed, fills me with a warmth I never thought I'd experience. Who would have thought that an angel and a demon could find themselves entangled in such a deep and extraordinary connection?

Your letter is a revelation, a testament to the bond we've nurtured over the years. Your presence in my life has been a beacon of light, a steady constant amidst the tumultuous ebb and flow of existence. From the moment our paths intertwined, I knew that something remarkable was happening, something that defied the cosmic forces we once represented.

Your gentleness and compassion have shown me the goodness that lies within, and your unwavering friendship has been a source of strength when I needed it most. You've stood by my side through trials and tribulations, and in your company, I've discovered facets of myself that I never knew existed.

The way you look at the world with those kind eyes, your passion for literature and the simple pleasures of life, and the way you care for every creature, great and small, have all etched themselves into my heart. In the most unexpected of ways, you've become my solace, my confidant, and my dearest companion.

You've reminded me that love is not bound by the dictates of Heaven or Hell, but rather, it's a profound connection that transcends the boundaries we once knew. The thought of you fills my days with a sense of purpose and warmth, and I find myself yearning for your presence even when you're not by my side.

So, my cherished Aziraphale, I pen this reply with a heart full of gratitude and affection. You are my friend, my confidant, my partner in all things extraordinary and mundane, and so much more. As time marches on, my feelings for you only deepen, and I can't help but wonder if the universe itself conspired to bring us together.

Yours, in ways I never thought possible,

C.

#aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #Good Omens #aziraphale #love letters #ajb

[ghostybourbon]

Something Else

Ch. 4 || Bad days

Warnings: MDNI, Canon-typical violence/gore(?), Mention of a mental health condition (DID) . If it triggers a bad feeling (like reminds you of something that’s a bit hard to take), please stop reading it, the last thing I want is my audience getting triggered by my work.

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It’s been months since Split has joined the task force, and had been working seamlessly with the team. Her unique abilities, honed through years of combat experience and her intricate understanding of her dissociative identity disorder, made her a formidable asset to the team. However, she seemed to have a particular rapport with Price.

In the field, their coordination was uncanny. Split's adaptability and the way she transitioned between her various personas had saved them on more than one occasion. It was as though she and Price shared an unspoken language, a silent understanding of each other's movements and intentions.

Back at the base, they often found themselves in deep discussions about strategy, tactics, and the intricate details of their upcoming missions. Price admired Split's ability to see solutions from unique perspectives, and she respected his unwavering dedication to their cause.

Their camaraderie extended beyond the battlefield, and Price had taken her under his wing, teaching her the finer points of leadership and guiding her to harness her formidable skills.

Their partnership was a testament to the bonds forged in the crucible of covert operations, where trust was built not through words, but through actions, where alliances were forged not through promises, but through shared risks and unwavering support. It was a partnership that had allowed them to overcome countless challenges, but little did they know that their most daunting trial lay just ahead.

Despite the seamless coordination with Price and the valuable contributions she made to the team, the storm that would soon engulf them had brewed unnoticed. The battlefield had been their proving ground, a place where they could trust in their skills and each other, but Split's inner demons had remained hidden, like landmines buried beneath the surface.

The night was a descent into madness inside Split's mind. Hel, an insidious and feral persona, waged a gruesome battle for dominance, its vile whispers echoing like a chorus of demons.

In this nightmarish realm, Hel's voice took on a sadistic tone, urging Split towards self-destruction with horrifying promises. "You're worthless, Split. Embrace the darkness. The blade is your only salvation. End it."

Split's internal battle was a grotesque spectacle. She trembled and faltered under the weight of Hel's malevolence. Desperation gripped her, and she approached Captain Price with a concise request, her voice devoid of emotion. "Captain, I need to be restrained."

Price, his expression a mix of concern and apprehension, eventually granted her request, understanding the gravity of the situation.

Hours passed in haunting silence. Each member of the team took their turn, listening for any signs of distress. And then it was Ghost's shift.

In the dead of night, Split unleashed a scream that pierced through the darkness, a sound born of pure agony. Ghost burst into the room, his heart pounding with dread. What he found was a scene straight from a nightmare. Cuts and blood coated Split's body, her eyes vacant, her voice a sinister whisper; Her face the same one that’s been haunting his mind ever since that gruesome day.

Amidst the gruesome tableau, Split uttered words that tore through Ghost's soul. "Looks familiar aye, L.T? Remember me?." She gave him a bloodied smile, much like the one that haunted his mind every night since that mission went wrong.

Ghost, overcome with a mixture of grief and determination, removed his mask, revealing his own scarred face. “(Y/N)” He reached out to her, desperate to reclaim her from the abyss, to find the remnants of the rookie he had left behind in Mexico.

In the darkest recesses of Split's shattered psyche, Hel's sinister whispers persisted, dripping with venom. They echoed through the labyrinth of her mind, like the mournful wail of a lost soul. "It's your fault, Riley," it hissed malevolently, each word a dagger to Ghost's heart. "You left her behind in that hellhole, abandoned and broken. You let her become this... fractured thing. She'll never know the boundaries between reality and delusion, thanks to you."

Ghost felt a lump rise in his throat, choking back tears as he gazed upon the tortured visage of his former comrade. Split's face bore scars, not just physical, but the scars of a soul torn asunder by the horrors of their past. He whispered her name, "(Y/N)," his voice quivering with the weight of guilt and despair, as he desperately tried to reach the remnants of her true self buried beneath the torment.

And then, in the midst of this relentless darkness, a soft and hauntingly fragile voice broke through. "Simon," She whispered, her voice trembling like a fragile flame in a storm. It was a name that carried the echoes of their shared past, a name soaked in the tears of their unspoken regrets. In that moment, Split's plea for help was a heart-wrenching cry, a plea for salvation from the abyss that threatened to consume her completely.

Ghost's vision blurred as tears welled up in his eyes, his heart aching with a profound sadness. He reached out and gently cradled Split's face in his hands, his touch gentle as if trying to mend the broken pieces of her soul.

"(Y/N)," he whispered, his voice trembling, "I promise, I'll bring you back. You're not alone in this fight." He held her gaze, his eyes reflecting a deep well of emotions - regret, determination, and a flicker of hope.

But Hel, the malevolent persona, refused to relent. It continued to taunt Ghost, its voice growing more desperate, as if trying to shatter his resolve. "She's lost, Simon. Forever lost. You can't save her from me. She'll dance in the abyss, and you'll watch her fall."

Ghost felt the weight of those words, the insidious doubt they sowed. But he clung to the faint glimmer of hope that Split's plea had ignited in him. In this darkness, amidst the torment and despair, he was determined to find a way to bring back the comrade he had left behind in Mexico, to heal the scars of their shared past, and to save Split from the abyss that threatened to consume her completely.

In the dimly lit room, Ghost continued to hold (Y/N), his determination unwavering. The team had been on high alert, listening to the nightmarish cries and whispers that had emanated from within. Price, Gaz, and Soap, who had been waiting outside of the room, couldn't bear the suspense any longer.

With expressions etched in concern, they rushed into Split's quarters one by one. Price took charge, his voice commanding yet filled with empathy. "Ghost, continue to help her. We're here with you."

As the team gathered around Split's bed, Gaz and Price, in their typical manner, couldn't help but let out a string of curses under their breath, their frustration evident. This was a situation unlike any they had encountered before.

Soap, on the other hand, stood there, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. He had seen his fair share of horrors in their line of work, but this was something entirely different. The sight of his comrades in such distress was deeply unsettling.

As the tension in the room reached its heart-wrenching peak, Ghost continued to cradle Split's face, his voice a soothing presence in the storm of her mind. The team gathered around, their concern palpable, their unwavering support a silent testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

And then, in a moment that felt like an eternity in this house of horrors, something shifted. Split's vacant gaze flickered, like a feeble flame trying to rekindle amidst a downpour. Confusion clouded her eyes, and she blinked, her vision gradually clearing as she surveyed the room.

In that fragile moment, as Split's eyes locked onto Ghost's face, a sudden realization washed over her. Her eyes widened, and her voice wavered as she whispered, "Simon."

But then, something astonishing happened. The storm within her mind began to clear, and with trembling fingers, she reached up and touched her own face. It was as if she had glimpsed a fragment of her own lost memories, a key to unlocking the enigma that was her past.

"Simon, you..." Her voice faltered, a sense of recognition dawning in her eyes. It was a moment of revelation, one that held the promise of unlocking secrets buried deep within the labyrinth of their shared past. Yet, the truth they were about to uncover was far more profound and unsettling than any of them could have imagined. It was a truth that would plunge them into the darkest depths of despair.

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A/N:

Hey everyone! Sorry it took me over a month to release this and also for it to come out short!!! I got so busy with school!

Thank you all for the support! (A little reblog might jumpstart this author’s heart teehee~)

Stay frosty~

-Bourbon

#bourbonwrites #cod mw ghost #kyle garrick #simon riley #john price #john soap mactavish #call of duty #cod modern warfare #mwii #price mw2 #cod x reader #cod x you

[sailorsolar12]

Homecoming (Alejandro Version)

Character: Alejandro Vargas

Pairing: Alejandro x Reader (y/N is not used)

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Please be nice. :)

Alejandro Vargas had spent the last eight months on a deployment that seemed like an eternity. From the arid deserts to the freezing mountains, he had faced it all, serving his country with unwavering dedication. He had fought alongside his comrades, forged unbreakable bonds, and witnessed the chaos of warfare up close. But through it all, he held on to a single image that kept him going: the warm embrace of his significant other eagerly waiting for him at home.

As the transport plane touched down on familiar soil, Alejandro felt a mix of emotions bubbling within him. Relief, exhaustion, excitement—they all blended into a symphony of sensations that tugged at his heart. The scent of the homeland filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but crack a small smile. The anticipation of reuniting with the one person who had been his rock throughout this ordeal was almost overwhelming.

His journey home wasn't long, yet every minute felt like an eternity. His mind raced with memories of the countless conversations they'd shared over choppy satellite connections and the letters that had kept their connection alive. Those letters—scribbled with ink and filled with sentiments of love and longing—had been his lifeline, a way to stay grounded in the midst of chaos.

Finally, the cab pulled up to their shared apartment building. As he stepped out of the vehicle, Alejandro's heart pounded like a drum. He glanced at the window of their apartment, a small light glowing from within. His hands trembled slightly as he inserted the key and turned the lock. The door swung open, revealing the haven he had missed so dearly.

"Hey, I'm home," he called out, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and eagerness.

The apartment was warmly lit, and there they were—the one who had stolen his heart, their significant other. With short, vibrant hair and a beaming smile, they rushed towards him, moving with an energy that could light up the entire room. Alejandro's heart soared as they leaped into his arms, wrapping themselves around him in a tight embrace.

"Welcome back, hero!" they exclaimed, their voice filled with genuine elation.

Alejandro held them as if he never wanted to let go. The smell of their hair, the feel of their warmth—it was all so real and surreal at the same time. He closed his eyes and simply breathed in, feeling a sense of completeness that he hadn't experienced in months.

"I missed you so much," he managed to whisper, his voice choked with emotion.

"I missed you too, more than words can say," they replied, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "But now you're here, safe and sound."

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, their eyes communicating volumes beyond what words could convey. Then, as if unable to contain their excitement any longer, they pulled him towards the living room.

"Sit, sit! I've got something special for you," they said, their voice a mix of mischief and anticipation.

Curious, Alejandro obliged and settled onto the couch. They disappeared into the kitchen briefly before returning with a plate of homemade cookies. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their connection. These were the little things he had missed—the shared moments, the ordinary pleasures of life.

"Cookies?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Hey, a hero deserves the sweetest welcome home," they retorted, winking at him.

As they sat there, munching on cookies and catching up on each other's lives, Alejandro felt a sense of ease wash over him. The weight of his experiences abroad was still there, but being with them made it all feel a bit lighter. They had a unique way of grounding him, of bringing him back to the present moment.

In the days that followed, Alejandro and his significant other fell into a rhythm that felt so familiar, yet so new. He reveled in the little things—the scent of their morning coffee, the way they hummed as they cooked dinner together, and the comfortable silence that they could share without any awkwardness. They spent hours talking about everything they had missed, and Alejandro found himself opening up about things he hadn't even shared with his closest comrades.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony watching the sunset, Alejandro found himself overcome by a surge of gratitude. He turned to them and took their hand in his.

"You know, coming back to you is the greatest gift I could have asked for," he confessed, his voice soft yet sincere.

They smiled and leaned their head against his shoulder. "And having you back here, safe and sound, is all I ever wanted. You're my hero, Alejandro."

As the weeks turned into months, Alejandro continued to adjust to civilian life. It wasn't always easy—there were moments when the memories of the battlefield would resurface, but his significant other was there to hold his hand and remind him of the strength he possessed. With their unwavering support, he started attending therapy sessions to process his experiences, slowly finding healing in their presence.

One day, as they walked hand in hand through a park, Alejandro turned to them with a thoughtful expression.

"You know, I've been thinking," he began, his gaze earnest. "I've been through so much, seen things that I can't even put into words. But through it all, you were my constant. You kept me grounded, reminding me of the goodness that still exists in the world."

They stopped walking and looked at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and affection.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued, his voice steady. "I want to wake up every day and know that you're by my side, facing whatever challenges come our way, just like we faced my deployment together."

Tears glistened in their eyes as they realized the weight of his words. Without saying a word, they pulled him into a tight hug, their embrace saying more than any words ever could.

And so, in that park, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the echoes of their journey, Alejandro Vargas knelt on one knee and asked the question that would seal their fate. "Will you marry me?"

Their joyful laughter filled the air as they nodded enthusiastically, tears of happiness streaming down their cheeks. Alejandro slipped the ring onto their finger, sealing their commitment to a future filled with love, resilience, and shared experiences.

From that day forward, their story continued—a tale of two souls who had faced the trials of war and the challenges of life, only to find their way back to each other's arms. With their love as a guiding light, Alejandro and their significant other faced each new day with renewed strength, knowing that as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way.

#mwii imagines #mwii imagine #mw2 imagines #mw2 imagine #fanfiction #imagines #imagine #sailorsolar12 #mw2 #mwii #cod mwii #cod mw2 #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas imagine #alejandro vargas imagines

[kustas]

To sum up how I see Dagda I would say, he's a simple man, not sure if to call him honest, not sure if to call him good, but I will call him kind... He's a man who doesn't do much and is content with this.

Compared with Coustas, both share a background, with the difference of him having been left to fend for himself much longer before someone gave him a chance at a better life. There's no doubt they share awareness on their place in the world and how disadvantaged they are in life but compared to the boy who's adamant about fighting it and forging himself a better future he feels was denied to him by the circumstances of his birth, Dagda doesn't seem to care. Maybe he gave up long ago, maybe he's too old to have the energy or maybe it's just not his personality, but he doesn't show any will to revolt, or even a dissatisfaction at the system.

And generally, he doesn't show strong opinions at anything. He loves his son, the most important thing to him, and just wants to ensure he's safe at any cost. Below this, we don't see much priorities. He doesn't seem to be a bad bloke - he goes to protect Tartah and Coco out of concern, and in that same chapter expresses naive indignation at the Knight hunting him down, "why is he attacking innocents?". On the other side of things he doesn't show remorse for his mercenary job either, the only concern that pops up brought by Coustas is "what if you get hurt". Judging by how well he fights, it's clear he's used to it, and has likely killed a lot of people. By the little backstory we get killing and robbing is how he's made a living for years of his life, which he doesn't show much moral regrets for.

Asides of the moment we see him fight and how deep he cares for his son, there's nothing extraordinary about him. He's never said to be stunningly good at his job as a minstrel and he doesn't really fit the textbook definition of a family father. Even if music is important to him he never speaks about it with much passion and we don't know him any hobbies. From how he speaks of his past, seems he spent most of his life taking life as it goes and just scraping by with nothing to drive him - that until he met Coustas, of course.

And I believe that's why he's so overly dedicated to the kid, asides of how much they love each other, he appreciates having him because he gave his life a purpose. For a man who's lived alone with little regards for himself and nothing to do but survive, it's easy to see how caring for another person would have helped. It's something to do, something constant, and to successfully care for someone else, you have to at least successfully care for yourself. On top of this he gets to teach the kid his art and way of making a living, and seeing someone grow and learn from you is a unique experience and a delight in itself.

Maybe controversially? I don't believe he was aware of any of that when taking in Coustas. I don't even think he liked the kid in particular, or liked kids in general. I think he saw himself in the boy and just thoughtlessly did it as a duty, to honor the promise he made to the folks who took him in. I'm not even sure he delved too deep in what getting someone off the streets means for their life despite having experienced it himself, I don't see him as being that introspective.

What I think happened is they were meant to get along well and they naturally bonded when spending time together. Coustas is a friendly, extroverted and loving kid, the perfect counter to an emotionless grizzled adult who gave up on finding a meaning in life. And through the care he gave to the kid, he ended up opening a new facet to his heart and upon discovering how happy and fulfilled he became, just went with it. Not the type of person to wish for anything more. He found one thing that he felt was important and kept it close, and the two continued making their way through life like so.

I don't think Dagda knows much about Coustas' life and vice versa. He doesn't know his birthday. He probably hasn't asked either for how old he is or where his parents are. Anything that's not in the time they spent together doesn't interest him enough to ask, and I would say that's reciprocated. And to that I don't think they've been together very long, giving it at most two years from the current moment in the story. But I don’t think Coustas minds - he knows his old man cares and their lives both bettered from knowing each other

#wha character analysis #mine #dagda #witch hat atelier #tagging it cause i took way too long to type this

[another-white-void]

A lonely wish

wc: 764, fluff

@flashfictionfridayofficial

In any palace under heaven, being a little insignificant bug was a nightmare. The royal palace of Tianshangou wasn't any different. A little concubine with little experience could never gain approval of Her Majesty or anyone of the imperial family Yang. Xiong You tried to forge that way of thinking into himself but couldn't wash off the feeling that it's all wrong, that there's something wrong with him and no-one ever will like him. Never he shared those feelings, for with who and for what?

His eyes were gazing at floating snowflakes, ignoring the beauty of the freshly frozen garden around him. Xiong You knew it better than his own palm—not much could a person do in the Inner Palace. Not that he was forbidden to ever leave, just his family didn't live in the capital so he didn't see a reason to.

“Ah, it is not a warm day, isn't it? Yet so mesmerizing,” a person behind him said. Xiong You immediately stood up and turned around, like Her Majesty would be there. He still was a bit disappointed that it turned out to be someone else.

The man in front of him was just as short as Xiang You. He was wearing plain clothing and his hair was tied in a simple knot. A hint of a smile was decorating his lips. Looking at a person so utterly normal, Xiang You couldn't help but feel at ease.

“Everything has a unique to itself way of being beautiful,” he replied.

“Well said. Can I accompany you for a while?”

Xiong You glanced at a table behind him, unsure whether to agree or not. A teapot was just as frozen as the table itself, both not welcoming in any way. No matter who the guest was, he couldn't invite him to sit there. But he wanted to have some conversation. “Would you like to go on a walk?” he asked, without any better idea.

“Of course,” the stranger answered, and soon they were walking around a frozen pond.

At the beginning, Xiong You didn't talk much. He was listening to a cheerful monologue about everything—about the weather, the fabrics, the food, the oncoming festivals... It didn't feel bad. What's more, the man regularly stopped to ask him about his opinions and was glad even with the shortest of answers. With time, Xiong You was starting to share more and more about himself, which he didn't even notice. The flow of the conversation was like a flow of an old river, sure and calm.

The afternoon changed to evening and their topics were changing as well. Knowing more about each other, the conversation became more personal and soon the man was sharing his experiences from the border of the country. Picture of mountains reaching the sky, of thugs sneaking through narrow passageways, of suspicious foreigners trying to storm in for unknown reasons was blossoming before Xiong You's eyes. This man had such an interesting life, so many experiences. He wanted to reply with something equally gripping... it only made his head hung low.

“Did I scare you?” the man asked softly. Xiong You shook his head. He picked up the pace a bit, trying to hide his emotions.

Only one wrong step was made. Snow under Xiong You's foot turned out to be ice. His right leg slid forward, while the left one didn't move an inch. He closed his eyes.

Instead of a tough and cold earth, he hit something soft and warm. He peeked through his eyelids and immediately turned red. The face of the man was so close, even closer than the face of Her Majesty ever had been.

“You may need a rest,” the man observed. His words reached the face of Xiong You in a warm waft. This warmth went through his whole body.

“I... I may,” he stuttered, not knowing what he was saying.

“Then let me bid you farewell.”

Xiong You reached to his sleeve. He grabbed it with all his might. He stared at the man’s face with his eyes so round and so dark, like the eyes' of a starving sparrow. “Wait,” he whispered, “tell me, how can I find you tomorrow?”

“Ask for a man from the Yang family, Yang Longxiao, my courtesy name is Niaomao,” he introduced at last. Xiong You's face went white. He needed a while to accept the situation and truly find it exciting.

“Yes, sir!” he nearly shouted, enthusiasm making his words much louder than they were supposed to be.

Maybe, just maybe, he found someone who could like him.

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Review: Recitatif

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"My mother danced all night and Roberta's was sick."

Four months in an orphanage together shaped the rest of their lives. Twyla and Roberta were inseparable when they first met. As time moved forward they fell out of touch and grew further apart. However, they find each other in random places at random intervals in their lives - in a restaurant or shopping for groceries. They even find themselves opposing each other's views at a protest. Even though they are in disagreement over every thing each time they meet, they cannot deny the deep bond forged between them and a trauma shared over a memory that neither one of them can perceive in the same way.

First of all, Toni Morrison's writing is absolutely amazing. I am truly grateful for her work's existence in the world - it without a doubt makes it a better place to live in. Recitatif is a short book and easy read, but something that differentiates it from the masses is the way that it's written. A completely beautiful piece of literature, Recitatif is written in an incredibly intelligent way. It makes you feel as though you are living through the characters; their discomfort sets you on edge and their sadness makes you feel waves of negative emotions. Yet, something unique about this book is that one girl is black, the other is white and the reader does not know which one is which.

A social experiment like no other. That is the plain truth of the importance of this book. Books like 1984 by George Orwell and short stories like The Lottery by Shirley Jackson make us uncomfortable by recognising the way in which the world may go. The sad truth about Recitatif is that it faces the way the world already is. It challenges racial stereotypes integrated into our minds. We don't know which of the two girls is black and which is white, yet our minds make assumptions based on the stereotypes Toni Morrison carefully weaved into their characterisations. It hurts to recognise the way our minds perceive the world in this way, however it's very important that we do.

Recitatif is, simply put, one of the best short stories I've ever read. It should be taught in schools. It should be required reading, and that is because it teaches common human decency. Yet, it's a lesson that we don't even realise we need because we are so blind to our own worldview. Recitatif is definitely a wonderful starting place for anyone interested in reading Toni Morrison's catalogue of writing; it's an extremely interesting piece and one you won't forget.

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Spider Li Into The Spiderverse

➥ summary: (Y/n) Li was a normal teenage girl until she had been bitten by a radioactive spider one day after coming home from the gym, now she isn’t so normal. With abilities like non other (Y/n) goes from being this normal teenager to this crime stopping super hero Spider Li! But out-worldly forces come into play when other spider people start visiting her world to find out more about her. After all what spiderperson has a family that accepts them for being a superhero, friends who know of their secrets, and no canon event ever to be found in history?! Spider Li that’s who! So just what makes this girl so special?

➥ chapter 10: A Surprise Unveiled

In the quiet solitude of her room, (Y/N) Li couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She reached for her phone and dialed her best friend's number, eager to share her newfound ability. On the other end of the line, MJ answered, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Hey, MJ," (Y/N) greeted, her voice brimming with anticipation. "I've got something incredible to show you. Can you come over to my house?"

MJ, always open to (Y/N)'s eccentricities, agreed without hesitation. She made her way to (Y/N)'s house, a sense of anticipation building with each step. As she arrived, (Y/N)'s mother greeted her warmly, knowing the bond between the two friends.

"Hey, MJ," (Y/N)'s mother greeted with a smile. "I take it you're looking for (Y/N). She's in her room."

With a nod of thanks, MJ made her way to (Y/N)'s room, her mind buzzing with curiosity. As she entered, she scanned the room, expecting to find her best friend there. However, to her surprise, the room appeared empty.

Confusion clouded MJ's features as she searched for any sign of (Y/N). Was she in another part of the house? Had she missed a hidden doorway? Her thoughts raced until her eyes landed on a peculiar spot in the room—the top right corner. There, blended seamlessly into the surroundings, stood (Y/N), camouflaged into her very room.

Wide-eyed, MJ approached the corner, her voice filled with astonishment. "Holy... (Y/N), is that you?" she exclaimed, her tone a mixture of disbelief and awe.

With a mischievous grin, (Y/N) deactivated her camouflage, revealing herself to MJ. "Yeah, I know," she responded, her voice tinged with a sense of wonder. "That's exactly how I looked when I discovered I could do this."

MJ's eyes remained fixed on (Y/N), a mixture of shock and amazement playing across her face. She couldn't help but marvel at her friend's newfound ability, her mind racing with questions and curiosity.

"How... how did you learn to do this?" MJ finally managed to ask, her voice filled with genuine intrigue.

(Y/N) settled onto her bed, motioning for MJ to join her. She proceeded to recount her journey of self-discovery, the moments of experimentation and countless hours spent honing her newfound talent. With each word, her excitement grew, her gestures conveying the sheer joy that accompanied her journey.

As (Y/N) delved into the intricacies of her ability, MJ listened intently, captivated by the unique experiences her friend had encountered. The room became a haven for imagination and possibility, a place where the boundaries of reality blurred, and the extraordinary became the norm.

Together, they discussed the potential applications of (Y/N)'s newfound talent, the opportunities it presented, and the responsibilities that came with such power. MJ provided a grounded perspective, raising thought-provoking questions and encouraging (Y/N) to explore the ethical implications of her abilities.

As the conversation unfolded, (Y/N) and MJ reveled in the beauty of their friendship—a bond forged through shared experiences, unwavering support, and the willingness to embrace the extraordinary. They were partners in adventure, navigating the mysteries of life together, celebrating each triumph and contemplating the implications of their newfound discoveries.

Hours passed, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, (Y/N) and MJ knew their time together had drawn to a close. But the memory of this moment, the revelation of (Y/N)'s remarkable ability and the deepening of their friendship, would forever be etched in their hearts.

With a renewed sense of wonder and a greater understanding of (Y/N)'s journey, MJ bid her friend farewell, promising to stand by her side as she embarked on this extraordinary path. As she made her way home, MJ's mind teemed with excitement, contemplating the limitless possibilities that lay ahead for both her and (Y/N).

And so, (Y/N) Li continued to explore the intricacies of her unique talent, guided by the unwavering support of her best friend and armed with a newfound sense of purpose. Together, they would face the challenges that came with their extraordinary abilities, always with the knowledge that they were never alone, but rather, united by the unbreakable bonds of friendship and a shared journey into the realm of the extraordinary.

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Aloha Hawaii! An Enchanting Journey with Prolific Escapes

Aloha, fellow adventurers! Today, I'm thrilled to share with you the incredible Hawaiian experience we had with Prolific Escapes, the mastermind behind our dream vacation. From the moment we stepped onto the plane to the final sunset over the Pacific Ocean, Prolific Escapes took care of every detail, allowing us to immerse ourselves fully in the wonders of Hawaii.

Day 1: Arrival in Oahu After an exciting flight booked by Prolific Escapes, we arrived in Honolulu, Oahu. Greeted warmly by our tour guide, we were whisked away to our stunning beachfront resort. As we checked into our comfortable rooms, the captivating view of the turquoise waters left us in awe, setting the tone for the magical journey ahead.

Day 2: Exploring Pearl Harbor and Waikiki Beach Prolific Escapes crafted an unforgettable day for us, starting with a visit to the historic Pearl Harbor. It was a humbling experience as we paid our respects to those who lost their lives during World War II. Later, we relished the sun-kissed paradise of Waikiki Beach, where the soft sands and crashing waves enchanted us all.

Day 3: The Majestic Maui A short and scenic flight organized by Prolific Escapes took us to the island of Maui. Our resort, nestled amidst lush greenery, exuded tranquility. In the evening, we were treated to a traditional luau, immersing ourselves in the rich Hawaiian culture through dance, music, and a sumptuous feast.

Day 4: Road to Hana One of the highlights of our trip was the breathtaking Road to Hana, thoughtfully curated by Prolific Escapes. Our knowledgeable guide led us on a journey through a tropical wonderland of waterfalls, bamboo forests, and dramatic cliffs. Each stop along the route revealed a new facet of Maui's beauty, leaving us spellbound.

Day 5: Helicopter Tour of Kauai Our adventure continued on the captivating island of Kauai, where Prolific Escapes arranged a thrilling helicopter tour. As we soared above the island's rugged terrain, we marveled at the dramatic Na Pali Coast, the lush Waimea Canyon, and the cascading waterfalls hidden within the emerald landscape.

Day 6: Leisure in Kauai With a day of leisure thoughtfully incorporated by Prolific Escapes, we had the freedom to explore Kauai at our own pace. Some of us chose to hike along scenic trails, while others savored moments of serenity on the tranquil beaches. The island's allure captivated each of us in unique ways.

Day 7: The Enchanting Big Island Our final stop was the diverse and captivating Big Island. Prolific Escapes treated us to an otherworldly experience atop Mauna Kea. As we gazed at the stars with the guidance of passionate astronomers, we were reminded of the vastness of the universe and our connection to the cosmos.

Day 8: Farewell, Hawaii! As our adventure came to an end, Prolific Escapes ensured a seamless departure with all travel arrangements taken care of. Saying goodbye to Hawaii was bittersweet, but we left with hearts full of gratitude for the cherished memories and newfound friendships forged during our journey.

Conclusion: Our unforgettable Hawaiian odyssey, meticulously planned by Prolific Escapes, was a symphony of beauty, culture, and adventure. From the flight bookings to resort accommodations and thoughtfully curated tours, they ensured every aspect of our trip was magical. Hawaii's spirit of aloha, coupled with the expert guidance of Prolific Escapes, made this vacation an unforgettable experience for us all. Mahalo, Hawaii, and Prolific Escapes, for the journey of a lifetime! Until we meet again, aloha!

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