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arelluv · 3 months

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Billy Loomis x Reader (smut)

MINORS DNI.

! No protection, knife, stalking ! ( 18 + )

(A:N this is my first time writing smut yall, i hope yall enjoy 😭🤍)

It was a friday night, your father was out of town for business. Your mother passed away, the year before so you were all alone. You just finished your homework, it was already stressful enough that you were alone, depressed, and suddenly hearing about murders going on. The Tv was on, you were seeing that there was someone killing teenage girls and guys. They don't know who's done this but it is someone who definitely lives around YOUR area.

Most of the people who were killed, were people you knew (just acquaintances). You were just in your head thinking about who could it possibly be doing this. No one in your school seemed suspicious enough to do this, no one really had such visible hatred toward one another.

Another hour had passed, it has started raining. You were bored, out of your mind. You read your book and tried to distract yourself from whatever you could possibly think of. Suddenly you heard your phone ringing. You knew no one would ever call you during this time, especially at night. You thought it probably was your dad. You pick up.

"Hello?", you asked with an uncertain tone.

"Hello Y/N" , an unknown voiced announced itself.

"Who's this?", you started to worry, especially with seeing the news earlier... this didn't help.

this unknown person asked, laughing abit, "Do you..have a partner Y/N?"

"Why would you want to know?" you asked with a tone of rudeness.

"Because I just want to know. Answer me.", he stated, starting to seem impatient.

Being the smartass that you are, you said, "First off, you haven't answered my first question. Who are YOU? And if you answer, I'll answer your question."

"Fine, I'm ghostface. You've probably heard about me on Tv. Now answer my question." he said with certainty.

"You're...him.", you started breathing heavily, "And yes, I have a boyfriend. Why are you interested in knowing about that?"

"I'll ask you one last thing," he said dodging your question, "is his name Billy?", he asked, sounding like he put on a grin.

"How do you know about him?!" you asked in shocked, this ghostface person knows you. He's the one killing the classmates you knew. Is he after you next?

You hear no one at the other end. Wondering what's happening. You lock your windows. Close your curtains. You immediately go downstairs and lock every door that could possibly be accessed from the outside. But you heard a knock..

You go back running to your room, turning off the lights. Forgetting that the phone is still on. You grab your phone, and hold it up to your ear.

"Why'd you lock the doors? You scared I'm gonna come in and gut you like a fish? Hm?" he asked, laughing.

You started to fear him, what could you have possibly done to this person? What did he have against you and why was he so interested in knowing if you were with billy? "Please I don't have anything you need or want! Why are you doing this to me?", you started to tear up and your throat was starting to hurt.

"You are what I need, Y/N.", ghostface started grinning like a freak, he asked, "Do you really love this boyfriend of yours?". He sounded more genuine asking this question like your answer really meant something to him.

"Yes, I love him. I'd do anything for Billy. I'll never give myself up to you even if it meant that you'd kill me", you knew you were screwed answering him like this, but you really meant it. Billy was your whole world and the only person to look after you and understand you. He cured your depression after your mother passed away, he was always doing the most for you. Your father turned into an alcoholic after your mother passed, so you had no one but Billy. him.

"Oh really? Mmh-" he asked but he was grunting. You heard some other noise but couldn't make anything else out if it.

But oh he was going insane. The fact that you would do anything for him, made him go crazy. He was so turned on that he couldn't hold back. He started to stroke his cock, slowly up and down. Hearing the wet sounds, thinking of you giving him a wet blowjob right there with such a hot fucking face. He would never hurt you, he just felt such a thrill hearing you scared and hopeless.

"Open your door now. Or else." he said, still outside of your house. He pulled his cock back in, not finished with himself. He started feeling frustrated.

"No, my boyfriend will come right now! You better be gone by then. I'm never going to let you in!!" you yelled, you knew you couldn't contact Billy right now. But you had to lie so you can get out of this situation.

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." he suddenly hung up.

You were scared knowing that you'll possibly die in matter of seconds or minutes. You grabbed anything in your room that could help with self defense and you grabbed your phone to call 911 but before you could.. you heard a knock on your window. You could see a familiar shadow behind your light curtains. You were sure it was Billy, you took a very small peak. It was him!

You opened the window very quick. Gasping and breathing heavily with anxiety and fear you said, "Billy! Why would you do that?!"

"Do what?" he asked seeming "surprised", "what happened, are you okay??"

"I'm not okay, this fucking killer from TV called me. He apparently knows about us, and I think he's stalking me!? He's right outside the house, threatening to come in.. " you were talking fast from fear, "and then YOU came knocking on my window and -"

Billy interrupted, "Take a deep breath, no one was outside Y/N. You'll be okay, I'm right here.", he gave you a hug and you could feel the wetness of his shirt since it was raining. He looked so hot in that white shirt, it was see through so you could see his toned abs and vline.

He departed from you, and looked at you, up and down. Looking amused. You thought he didn't seem too shocked about the news you told him, and nor did he seem to have any fear in his eyes..

You then look at his hands, a knife? You looked at him with shock. You were so scared of ghostface you didn't pay any attention to Billy's knife. (but you sure payed attention to those abs 🤨)

You slowly started walking back, almost tripping. You couldn't believe it, was ghostface him? Was he ghostface? The person that meant the most to you? How could it possibly, out of ANYONE, be him? "Y/N it's not what it seems... i promise.", Billy was trying to reassure you, as he was walking towards you.

You ran to your door and tried to unlock it but before you could, Billy grabbed your waist. He held his hand to your mouth before you could make any noise. "Don't scream, or else.", he knew he couldn't nor would he hurt you but he had to make sure you wouldn't scream. He then threw you on your bed, he got on top of you.

Still keeping his hand on your mouth, he was dragging his knife along your soft shirt then going underneath and touching your delicate belly. "Yes, it's me. I was the one calling you. But trust, I'd NEVER hurt you. Okay?"

His face reached your neck, his lips softly grazing your neck. You could feel a grin on his lips, "If I let go of my hand from your mouth, and you don't scream, I'll explain everything." You nodded, you had no option, you were seeing this completely different side of your boyfriend. Everything was a shock to you. He let go of his hand, and you asked huffing, "Wh-why? Why did you ki-kill those people??"

"After my mother passed, before I met you. Everyone at that godforsaken school, would laugh at me. Talking shit, saying my mother wasn't good for my father, that's why "he had a new whore on his cock each week. And she was an old hag who was a good for nothing". So they said. Even my old "friends" joined in, in their fuckery So I got revenge."

You never knew this, no wonder he really felt for you, when your mother died. He felt the same way and he did what he would've wanted someone to do to him.

"I killed Sydney's mother, the whore. Then the whore's daughter. Then I thought, why not kill all of those fuckers who talked shit about me and my mother? So I came up with Ghostface and I went on a killingspree." he had no shame in saying any of this, matter of fact he sounded happy. He then added, "But I'd never hurt you, I swear. I'd let anyone kill me before they could kill you."

"I-I can't do this Billy.." you didn't know what to say, everything was so sudden and you were in shock physically and mentally. "I know you were in pain but you shouldn't have killed anyone Billy", you held his face with your hand. You didn't want to press any buttons that you shouldn't press. "What are you trying to say Y/N? You don't want to be with me anymore? Is that what you're trynna say? ", Billy started asking aggressively. He held back the urge to be agressive, he would never want to treat you harshly. He just didn't want to lose you over "something" like this.

"That's not what I'm saying Billy, I just don't know what to do with everything you told me..", you still were in shock. You didn't know what to say or even feel. Billy started kissing your neck, trying to make you forget about everything that had happened. "Mmh, Billy... you know what you're doing", you weren't stupid enough to know he'd do this whenever he slipped up. He'd always give you kisses or even gifts to make you forget about an argument.

You tried moving to get out of this position you were in, but Billy was stronger than you. "No, Y/N. You're not leaving me easily like this. What happened about earlier?", he smiled like a freak, whilst pinning you down. "What do you mean "earlier" ?" forgetting about what you said during the call.

"You'd do anything for me Y/N, you said it yourself. Even if it meant for someone else to kill you. Now lets keep that promise right now, yeah?", he put his knife near your shirt, cutting it. Then grazing the knife along your breasts.

Licking his lips, he neared himself to your breasts, a bit above he started kissing your chest. You moaned, trying to feel guilty that you knew he was a murderer. But you couldn't help it, his eyes, his lips. So soft and wet. You wanted him there and then. "May I?", Billy asked with lust filled eyes.

"Yes, Billy...", you couldn't help but moan. He immediately started licking your chest, sucking the soft spots. Hitting the right sensitive spots, never missing. Leaving small trails of hickeys. You couldn't help but roll your eyes back, the feeling he gave you... the anticipation. The small kisses, the sensitivity you felt yet it was slow but it satisfied you so much. You grabbed his hair, tugging it abit. "Oh Billy..", he was so good at this, you knew you needed him in you. He let go of his knife and grabbed your arms.

"You're such a slut for me, you're so eager for this cock. Hm?", he said as he moaned. As he moved himself to your stomach, leaving small trails of kisses. So delicate but so satisfying. "I'm anything for you Billy", you said, not regretting anything you said. Even though you wanted to resist him, you couldn't. Your body yearned for him in every way possible. "Lay there and feel me, that's all I want you to do. Can you do that babe?" he looked at you for reassurance, while holding himself back.

"Go in Billy, I want all of you.." you moaned, you couldn't even look at him without feeling turned on. He went on kissing you more below, and he finally reached your pussy. His eyes darkened at the fact that he'll taste you and your juices. He took off your pajama shorts, and he saw your panties soaked. So fucking wet with arousal, he took your soaked panties off. Finally seeing the prize. Your wet soaked throbbing pussy, so puffy needing something to satisfy it. He immediately dived in with his mouth, going in. Hitting all your sensitive spots, swirling in and out. He started licking your throbbing clit, licking your little tip. Sucking it gently, knowing it was so sensitive. He really craved your pussy, even just eating you out wasn't enough.

He went on sucking, still hitting your spots with his tongue. You arched your back, moaning so loud you couldn't even think right. You needed something more, you CRAVED him in you. He needed more from you, his cock was throbbing. So much precum was coming out.

"God Y/N you taste amazing", he grunted, he needed more. "Fuck", he moaned, "Tasting you isn't enough, I need to be in you.", he pulled out his cock. He started rubbing his cock near your wet throbbing pussy, your pussy ached for his cock. He knew he was teasing you, he softly went in. Letting you take in his big hard cock. "Oh fuck Billy!", you've never felt this euphoric, so thoughtless, just feeling him.

"Take it in babe, you can do it.", he said he moaned. Sliding his cock in fully, feeling your warmth. God it was intense for him too, just the feeling of you wrapped around his cock..he was thoughtless. He was just going with feeling. He went in and out of you in a rhythmic way, he felt so overwhelmed with your pussy. You were so tight. Gripping him. Both of you couldn't think a thought, just fully going with instinct.

After hitting every sensitive spot in you, he couldn't hold it. He felt it coming. He went in and out, loosing rhythm. Feeling your throbbing pussy clench. You couldn't help but arch your back, he was so good at this. It was leaving you dumb, all you could do is only think about his cock. Matter of fact, that's all you felt.

"I'm cumming, Y/N", he moaned, head going back and rolling his eyes. He could feel you cumming, your pussy clenching around his cock and he suddenly felt your juices surrounding his hard cock. This made him even thrust more into you, the wetness of your cum and the warmth of your tight pussy. It was all too overwhelming for him. "God, Y/N...I ca-can't hold back", he said as he moaned loudly. He thrusted faster, the sounds filled the entire room. He could feel his cock throb, he immediately pulled out. He came on your soft stomach, so much cum. You smiled at him still huffing from the sex you had. "I love you Y/N..", he leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"I love you too, Billy..", you pecked his lips. Billy asked, "Would you like some water?", he was one for the aftercare.

He really is something else.

(You're delulu girl 😜)

(A:N : sorry this is short 😭 thank you for reading. Pls leave some recommendations of other characters i should write abt! Ty)

#ghostface #billy loomis #scream #slashers #slasher smut #billy loomis smut #ghostface smut

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destieltropecollection · 1 year

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 12 | Love Confessions

You're Not My Secret | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,006 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - High School, Dean Winchester Has Self-Esteem Issues, Castiel Makes the First Move, First Kiss, Making Out Summary: Dean thinks he's an irredeemable bad boy, but Cas knows better.

Repeat Until Death | @huggybearsunshine

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,218 Main Tags/Warnings: Depression, grief, loss, displaced anger, Dean uses his words Summary: 15x3 The Rupture but with a bit more honesty

Belonging | @pluckydean

Rating: General Word Count: 1,300 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-canon, Love Confessions, human!Castiel, disregards 15.19 and 15.20 Summary: It would've been easier if Dean had said what he wanted to say the moment Cas got back from the Empty. Now it feels like every passing minute is another minute too late, and the words are harder to reach.

Manually Disengage | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,192 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Episode: s10e14 The Executioner's Song, Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, First Kiss, Suffering Dean Winchester Summary: “My garrison was chosen to besiege Hell because of my disciplinary issues, Dean. You need to understand, Naomi and the intelligence division were exhausted by repeatedly reprogramming me over my fascination with and sympathy for humanity. It was a tactical choice.” “To get you outta the way?” “No.” A headshake. “Because they knew I would care enough about a human soul to do the job correctly. They were making strategic use of an unconventional asset. I was commended for it, actually. For raising you almost completely free of demonic taint and also for the meticulous restoration of your vessel. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought I’d be reprimanded for being too late and allowing the first seal to fall.” “Well, look what that got us,” Dean says bitterly. “A bunch’a near-misses for the world ending and now I’m gonna end up turning into a fucking demon anyway.”

A New Hive | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: General Word Count: 3,246 Main Tags/Warnings: Falling Angel Cas, References to Past Homelessness, Protective Dean Summary: Softly, Dean asks, “Well, what happens to her, now?” Castiel uses a small touch of his Grace to rejuvenate the bee so she’s no longer dehydrated or exhausted from her flight. The bee flicks her wings a couple times before taking off again. Castiel watches her, not quite jealous, but still filled with longing as he is reminded of his own wings, broken and flightless. He doesn’t look away as he replies, “There’s that community garden. Odds are, hers wasn’t the only colony in the area. If she’s lucky, she might be accepted into one of the other hives and find a new permanent home there.”

The Confession Constellation | @pointyearedelvishprincling

Rating: General Word Count: 3,735 Main Tags/Warnings: love confessions, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, just two dudes sitting under the stars, maybe they’ll kiss Summary: Something's up with Cas. It's been a long drive, and Dean is determined to get to the bottom of whatever he's done to piss off the angel. On a warm night on an empty road, they trade long-held secrets under the stars.

Downpour | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,737 Main Tags/Warnings: Self worth issues, Falling Angel Cas, First Kiss, Salt ‘N Burn Hunt Summary: Its raining, its cold, and Dean just wants this salt and burn hunt to be over with. The ghost they're hunting gets the jump on him, but luckily, its Cas to the rescue. Cas, driving his car, illuminated by the rain, and swinging like a badass. The sight has Dean longing to kiss his Angel.

it's golden like daylight | @watchinghimrakeleaves

Rating: Mature Word Count: 3,884 Main Tags/Warnings: Season/Series 10, canon divergent, dean winchester bears the mark of cain, love confessions, first time Summary: While hunting for a cure for the Mark of Cain, Castiel finds release in the arms of strangers. Dean is less than pleased when he finds out.

A Novak Family Reunion | @destielsuperfan

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,453 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Amara (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Hannah (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Dysfunctional Family, Supernatural (TV) Characters, Heartwarming, Found Familiy, Protective Dean Winchester, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Homophobic Language, Castiel's POV, God | Chuck Shurley is Castiel's Parent, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending Summary: When Castiel receives the upsetting invite from his brother, he has to chose whether or not to endure a painfully long Novak family dinner. Dean persuades him that it could be a good idea to attend given their "special announcement" Castiel has yet to share. Cas thinks he is crazy, it's not like Dean hasn't experienced a dysfunctional family dinner with him before!

i fold in half so easily | @autisticandroids

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,806 Main Tags/Warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, hurt no comfort, grieving, cas & jack, dean saves cas from the empty, post-canon, destiel getting together Summary: A study in learned helplessness, set in the Men of Letters Bunker. Cas clings hard to what he has, and doesn't think about what he doesn't.

Stupid | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 4,831 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Mistaken Identity, First Kiss Summary: Since he forgot his phone at work Dean borrows Charlie's cell to send Cas a quick message. What follows turns his world upside down. (In which Cas thinks he's talking with Charlie and reveals way more about his true feelings than Dean is able to handle.)

Tell Me We're Real | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,851 Main Tags/Warnings: Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Suicide Attempt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally Repressed Dean Winchester, Psychological Trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: *You’re not real,* Dean thinks idly. *But that’s okay. I’ll still take it.* “I’m real, Dean,” Cas whispers, so quietly that Dean almost can’t hear him. These words are just for Dean. Sam’s not allowed to have them. “Jack rescued me. Now I’m here to rescue you. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Mine, Yours, and Ours | @huggybearsunshine

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,982 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel possessing Dean Winchester, consensual possession, angelic grace, hurt/comfort, accidental confession, sharing a body Summary: Castiel is badly hurt, and Dean has to make a difficult choice.

Smoky Mountain Angel | @notastupidbird

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,906 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Childhood Friends, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Dead John Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Rain Sex, Power Outage, First Kiss, First Time, Marriage Proposal, Love Confessions, POV Dean Winchester Summary: “Hey, uh,” Dean says, clearing his throat. “Thanks for coming up here with me, man. I know you never liked the guy, but ... when I heard you were in town, I....” Dean trails off, not sure where he was going with that thought. Cas looks over at him. “It’s no trouble,” he says. His voice is low and rough, but quiet and gentle in that way it always was before. It’s the same way that used to make Dean’s chest ache. “And I’m sorry for your loss.” - + - After his father’s death, Dean finds himself back in his hometown, once again boxed in by mountains and his own personal demons. When his childhood best friend Cas agrees to help Dean clean out John’s old cabin, the two of them are forced to reconcile old feelings after a thunderstorm leaves them trapped there overnight.

Saharaa | @deanabean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,951 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Alternate Universe - Western, Drifter CastielHurt Dean Winchester, Starry nights, Campfires, Sunrises, Declarations Of Love, Discussion of feelings, Parent Dean Winchester, Emotionally Competent Dean Winchester, Forehead Touching, First Kiss, Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative Summary: The stars were bright as they were high, the fire was warming the air between them. Castiel doesn't know why or when did this "trip" of theirs first developed into a habit. He also doesn't remember how it went and grew itself into a fully fleshed sacred tradition. but it did, and he is nothing else is eternally grateful for that.

The Eastern Tower | @twinone1221

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10,370 Main Tags/Warnings: Dystopian AU, Canon Typical Violence, Chased through the woods, Headshot, Kill It With Fire, run for your life, broken arm, Tortured for information, Beheading Summary: In the post-apocalyptic town of Bunker Down there are four towers that must be guarded. Dean is 8 months into his two years of guard duty on the Eastern Tower, where nothing ever happens. Cas is a runner that uses the path connecting his town, New Haven, with the Eastern Tower of Bunker Down. As he’s running the path after the first snow of the season he realizes that something is following him. Will he reach safety in time?

The Tempest | @whichstiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,264 Main Tags/Warnings: Shakespeare, Verse, The Tempest, Canon divergent Summary: When Team Free Will learns that Bobby is in Heaven’s lockup, they mobilize to spring him out. Dean knows that nothing is ever easy, which is why he drags Castiel along for a last-night-on-Earth extravaganza just before the heist to free Bobby goes down. That evening shifts their relationship in new and unsettling ways, but there’s no time to explore it. They’ve got a mission. This tale, told half in prose and half in the style of a Shakespearean play, follows our players as they try to enact their rescue. The plan is simple: get in, get Bobby, get out again. When the rescue goes sideways, Dean, Sam, and Castiel find themselves trapped in a version of Shakespeare’s The Tempest - and the world is populated with some very familiar faces.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #love confessions #day 12

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knackeredforever · 1 year

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So with the owl house ending I thought I should admit something on tumblr, the fact that kikimora is unironically one of my favourite characters in the show.

She’s such a pathetic angry gremlin women that does in order:

•Becomes basically the secretary to the emperor of her whole world.

•Starts beef with a literal 16 year old child despite being a grown ass women because she thinks said child is getting better treatment from the emperor than her (he’s not).

•Attempts to murder said child on multiple occasions including using a fucking dragon.

•becomes ultra paranoid of literally fucking everything because she thinks the child is trying to steal her position (he’s not).

•upon failing all her missions due to her aforementioned Child obsession gets demoted and then balls her eyes out while she gets comforted by a different 14 year old child who try’s to redeem her and kiki then basically temporarily joins the resistance against her former boss but then immediately does an Italy and switches sides again because boomer poison ivy told her she was getting a promotion (the promotion is not dying).

•Becomes depressed and a caffeine addict.

•Depression cured as she is given a mech suit by the parenting antichrist immediately turns back to her favourite pastime attempting to murder children.

•kidnaps who she thinks is the 16 year old she’s been trying to murder but is actually the 14 year old who tried to redeem her but before she finds out her boss tells her to kill herself now.

•In the pit of corpses of clones of the 16 year old she’s been trying to murder unknowingly tells the god that her boss has been pretending to be able to understand that her boss threw the walkie talky he uses to communicate with a different elder god into said corpse pit.

•Said elder god is unleashed starting the literal apocalypse meaning she is partially responsible.

Season 3 for the future spoilers in the next bits so if you haven’t watched it yet stop reading now:

•While the literal apocalypse is going on she dresses herself and her mech suit like children and sneaks into a school (SERIOUSLY WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYTHING SHE DO INVOLVE CHILDREN SHE IS AN ADULT) and convinces angry lesbian school bully whose crush ran away with a girl from another dimension to help her rule the school so they can start their new empire( this plan somehow works for months) then the main characters come back and she decides the best course of action is too drug them and throw them in the ultragore nest.

•She then try’s to murder the SAME children with the SAME mech suit however is stopped by the only thing that she’s never faced before, a person over the age of 18 also known as gods gift to parenting who critical bonks her on the head by throwing a baseball bat at her and mispronouncing her name.

•The last we see of her in the episode is she is attacked by a horde of angry kids including the angry lesbian she coerced into helping her and if that’s how kikicumfuckororororora dies it would be a fitting end.

And that’s the end of my summary while everyone else is obsessing and overanalysing Luz,hunter,amity,Eda or belos you know actually good characters here I am obsessed with the 4ft tall pathetic sad child endangering gremlin who is unintentionally one of the funniest written villains in any peace of media I’ve ever seen I fucking love this character so much yes I know I’m probably the only one who thinks this shut up I’ve written way too much and should just stop now.

#toh spoilers #toh #the owl house #toh s3 #kikimora #kikimiki #toh kikimora

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foreverdolly · 2 years

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gold heart | austin!elvis x reader

summary: whilst out as a family, elvis sees a homeless man in need and decides that everybody deserves a second chance in life. your husband, being the sweet man that he is, invites him over to eat lunch with you and your son.

pairings: dad austin!elvis x mom reader

word count: 1,776

warnings/notes: this is just super fluffy and cute, all warm and bubbly feelings, elvis is the best dad, the poem thing is actually a true story, writing this cured my depression.

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With the sun hitting him like this, his eyes looked crystalline. His long, dark lashes cast shadows on his cheeks as he kept his eyes downturned, watching the man across the street with a deep set frown and a hard set jaw. Elvis looked beautiful at any angle. He always had, and you were sure that he always would. Red was sitting at the table across from the three of you, along with his cousin Sonny. They were eating their own lunch while keeping their eyes on you, Elvis, and your son. Theodore- lovingly referred to by Teddy- was babbling away in Elvis’s lap, grabbing at anything he could get his hands on. He was currently trying his hardest to reach for your husband’s drink, and sensing the tiny boy’s mischievous plans the man reached out blindly, pushing the cup a little further back on the table.

“Baby. . . if it upsets you that much, why don’t you go talk to him? I have some cash in my purse.” You cooed to him, picking up a strawberry from your plate and biting a small piece of it off, reaching your arm across so that you could pop it into your baby’s mouth. “I just hate seein’ people like that. The thought of him sleepin’ on the cold floor at night makes me want to cry.” Elvis had never been homeless, but he sure as hell had been poor. Even in his childhood he had given what he could to the children that were even less fortunate than he and his family were. His kindness had been one of the first things that stuck out to you about Elvis back when the two of you met in school. What little he had for lunch he would spare for the other kids, hating to see them go hungry. It was his heart that made you love him so much. His looks were just a gilded bonus. “Well why don’t I take Teddy off of your hands so that you can go talk to him.” You offered, knowing how badly he felt for the man. Sonny looked up at Elvis with wide eyes, moving to stand up and out of his chair. “We’re comin’ with you, right?” Elvis stood up, holding your son against his hip.

It was always so striking for you to see him so domesticated like this. When he went on stage he was such a force of nature. When he was alone with you though, he was a completely different person. Gentle, sweet, and innocent. It was Theodore’s first birthday just a month ago, and instead of showering the boy in toys and clothes, he had hired a poet to write the small boy a poem. “The priceless gift” was the title. The second that the older woman had handed him the piece of paper he had cried, running upstairs so that he could grab a pen. “This is beautiful” he had written on the corner, signing and dating it for Teddy to appreciate once he got older. His tears had smudged a bit of the calligraphy, and you had watched with glassy eyes of your own as your husband apologized to the poet for ruining her beautiful scrawling. “The tears make it even more priceless, honey.” You had told him.

Elvis loved people. He never let anyone go hungry or cold. He hated seeing anyone in need, because he had been there once himself. The poor boy from Tupelo made sure that everyone around him was safe and stable. A homeless man across the street was no different. He treated everyone he met as though they were his own flesh and blood. “No, you’re not comin’ with me. He’ll probably get scared and run off if a bunch of strange men approach him.” He rubbed his hand up and down on your son’s back in a comforting motion, his gold rings glistening in the sunlight. “But EP, what if someone tries somethin’-” “I’ll be just across the street. Stop treatin’ me like an invalid.” He shooed the two men off, nodding his head towards the door to signal that he wanted you to follow him. You grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder before walking with him across the street. Cars honked at the two of you as you crossed the road, recognizing the two of you immediately. The beautiful thing about Elvis’s life was that the people loved him just as much as he loved them.

“Excuse me, sir.” Elvis kept his hand on your son’s back as he approached, shooting the man that dazzling smile of his. For a second the man just stared, as if he couldn’t grasp the fact that he was the one that Elvis was calling out to. Slowly he raised a hand, pointing at himself, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Elvis simply laughed, nodding his head. “Yes, you.” Slowly the man raised up to his feet, and it was then that you could see just how old and worn his clothes were. You had to school your face into a calm expression, not wanting the pity to show. You’d hate to offend anybody. The man looked like he hadn’t showered in days, and even his shoes had holes in them. Your gentle husband seemed to notice too, but he didn’t hesitate to reach his hand out for the other gentleman to shake. “My name is Elvis, and this is my wife Y/n. We were wonderin’ if you wanted to come have lunch with us. You can order anything you want.” You flashed the man a beaming smile of your own, pointing off towards the awning that your small group were still sitting under. “We’d love to treat you.” You agreed. For a second the man just stared, his bottom lip quivering slightly as he finally grasped just what was happening. Elvis and Y/n Presley wanted to have lunch with him. Wanted to talk to him. You knew how most homeless people were treated, and it hurt your heart to see how emotional he was over the fact that you and your husband were even giving him the time of day. “I haven’t eaten a meal in days. T-That would be wonderful.” Elvis’s smile faltered, and he was quick to reach out, taking the man’s arm in his hand. “Well let’s order everything off of the menu, alright? The Arcade Restaurant has the best food in town, I guarantee it. The wife and I come here all the time, isn’t that right, baby?” You followed after the two men, watching as your son pulled at the dark brunette’s shirt with tiny hands. You smiled warmly, moving to stand at the homeless man’s other side. “They have the best burgers in town.” You explained, making your way back over to your table. You reached out, taking your son out of Elvis’s arms, your husband grabbing a spare chair from Sonny and Red’s table so that he could pull it close to his.

The man’s name was Rodney, and he was the type of person that you could talk to for hours. He had all kinds of stories, each one more amazing than the next. He had lived a full life, but had lost his house after financial hardship. After being fired from his job he had to sell his car just so that he could buy something to eat. Eventually the money ran dry, and he was stuck begging for odd-end jobs and asking for loose change. Your husband really had ordered the entire menu, even after Rodney tried to discourage him. The wait staff had to pull up another table just to fit all of it. After he had eaten his fill, the three of you talked for as long as baby Teddy could stand it. Eventually the small boy started to get fussy, pulling at your clothes and crying in an attempt to garner your attention. “Well the little one is startin’ to get tired. I think we should be headin’ home.” Elvis signed a hefty check for the meal, handing it off to the waitress with a smile, telling her to keep the change for herself. The middle aged woman looked to be damn near close to a heart attack, Elvis’s dazzling smile directed at her. Rodney stood up from the table, reaching out to shake Elvis’s hand and then reaching out for yours to do the same. “Thank you both so much. I’ll remember this for the rest of my life, Mr Presley.” Elvis shrugged his shoulders, playing down the random act of kindness. “It was nothin’. Don’t mention it.” Red and Sonny stood up for their table, getting ready to leave the restaurant, but stopped when Elvis waved them over. “Listen Rodney, you look like a strong and capable guy. One of my bodyguards just retired, and I was wonderin’ if you’d be willing to work with me. I’ll pay you well, of course. I’ve been so shook up over tryin’ to find someone to work for me, and I think you’d be perfect for the job. Red, why don’t you take Rodney to the guest house? I’m sure I have some clothes that might fit him.”

Rodney’s jaw dropped, and you couldn’t help but smile. You’d been grinning all evening long, so much so that your cheeks were beginning to hurt. Elvis never ceased to take your breath away. The man was good, through and through. Not a single one of his bodyguards had retired, but it was obvious to you that Elvis wanted to give the man a way to make a living. Help him to get back on his feet. Your husband wouldn’t shut up about Rodney all the way home, and the earsplitting smile stayed on his face throughout the entire drive. “You did good, baby.” You reached down, giving his thigh a supportive squeeze. He squeezed the wheel a little tighter, readjusting himself in the seat nervously. “Did I? Do you really mean it? Oh golly, I just couldn’t leave him out there like that, especially after getting to know him. He’s a good man, I can tell.” So could you. You wouldn’t mind having someone like him around. When you had married Elvis you knew what you were getting yourself into. The two of you were almost never alone. You always had an entourage, but the more the merrier. There was never a dull moment at Graceland.

And just like that, Elvis had adopted another man into the Memphis Mafia. Whatever Elvis touched turned to gold, and that included the lives of those around him.

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xxlovelynovaxx · 9 months

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Okay I know this is referring to a very specific phenomenon but takes like this still PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. Screenshot below.

STOP FUCKING MAKING OTHER PEOPLE'S EXPERIENCE OF AND APPROACH TO THEIR ILLNESS ABOUT YOU.

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[Image ID: two screenshots of a tumblr post which reads: ive been on tumblr a long time and i remember when everyone said "oh don't romanticize mental illness" and it was agreed that doing that was gross and a good way to kill people indirectly

but somehow we've come full circle and there are people who legit defend their right to be anti-recovery there are people who don't want to get better and spread the idea that you can't get better as if it's gospel and it's fucking frightening to me bc nobody seems to want to say "hey? this is toxic and untrue and is your disease speaking, and it's not something you should accept."

and i feel like every recovery post gets about 500 of these people saying "this isn't something that will work" "cool karen i'm depressed" "maybe it worked for you but it won't work for other people" and that's... just... im so sorry if you're 15. i'm sorry if you're in high school and watching grown adults tell you it doesn't get better. that nobody says that with time and help and patience the world stops being so heavy, that accepting your illness as a fact is one thing but accepting it as the only way to be is just wrong, that you can learn to live with it and still find some degree of "happy".... if i had seen this shit back when i was ... oh god starting at 12 when i was already self-harming .... i think i'd have actually honest-to-god killed myself. not a joke, not a funny tumblr punchline, i would have actually just killed myself.

i'm saying this right here and right now to the adults on this site. if you for any reason shoot down positivity that's causing no harm - you might have indirectly worsened someone else's condition, and you should try and do better in the future. if you find it necessary to tell people "recovery is a lie", you need to do better. i know everyone has different circumstances, but i also know that mental illness behaves in such a way that everyone thinks they can't recover. if you feel like you should be spreading the Word Of Relapse, you are causing toxic language to be normalized and you need to do better.

im team "cool karen ive got depression and that means i'm going to try this because i've got to try something" i'm team "romanticize recovery" i'm team "it isn't working now but it might in the future and it's worth staying to find out” im team “hey this didn't work for me but it might help somebody else out"

fuck guys it shouldn't be an unpopular opinion to say "i don't want any of you to die". /end ID]

Stop denying the autonomy of mentally ill and mad people and saying "this is just your mental illness speaking and if you think this you need to be forced to recover for your own good"!!! You're a huge fucking ableist if you do this! It's something I've fucking accepted because constantly fighting against it was causing me MORE HARM than learning to live as a person with mental illness, fuck off!

Some people genuinely can't recover! Get this, some people have MORE SEVERE mental or physical illness than you. How is this fucking different than saying "[medication] or [treatment regimen] made my MCAS/POTS go into complete remission, so why are you still experiencing anaphylactic episodes despite trying every possible intensive treatment/med?"

(I try to only use examples I have personal experience with whenever possible to avoid unintentional ableism. This one is especially apt though as depression and most mental illnesses are not an acute injury, but rather a chronic illness. Remission is possible for some people. At least currently, a "cure" isn't, and recovery is usually closer to management than complete healing. Ofc not all injuries can heal either, but I think it's more apt to compare apples to apples here.)

Also, depression isn't the only mental illness, double fuck off!

Get this, I know my own needs and my own brain and my own illness better than you, triple fuck off!

Like yes, don't shit on positivity posts. In the same way anti-recovery posts aren't for everyone, if a recovery positivity post isn't for you, just move on. Filter or block if you need to.

That being said, there's a difference between positivity posts and posts that say "recovery/this aspect of recovery is mandatory". That kind of "positivity" IS causing harm. Stating "hey this isn't mandatory for recovery and recovery itself is optional, do what helps you most even if that means remaining mentally ill" isn't fucking "spreading the Word of Relapse".

Also "maybe it worked for you but it won't work for everyone" is quite literally not an attack and CERTAINLY not anti-recovery. There isn't a single recovery tool on the PLANET that will work for everyone. That's just a fucking fact.

All I can think of when I see this is that OP probably reblogged that post that basically said "you need to brush your teeth, if you don't you're harming yourself and are therefore a Bad Person, and if you can't, you can actually and are basically just refusing to recover out of laziness I mean because you're not trying hard enough I mean because you don't want to and your poor mental health is basically therefore your fault." Because yes, that was the implication of that post.

Refusing to acknowledge that people can be disabled enough BY ANY ILLNESS to not be able to recover isn't actually helping mentally ill people.

Like, even setting aside that I literally romanticize my mental illnesses as a healthy coping mechanism (signed off on by my therapist, in case you only believe people certified by the oppressive institution known as psychiatry), even setting aside that I have mental illnesses that can't be cured and that I don't want treated in part or in whole (I don't want meds or therapy for my schizophrenia, I only want to achieve functional multiplicity with my DID, as examples)...

It's not "spreading the idea that you can't get better" to acknowledge that SOME people can't get better. First of all, fucking curate your own online experience. Second of all, me saying I will never live without severe anxiety, as one example, is exactly the same as me saying I'll never be able to navigate the world without a mobility aid. It's fucking acknowledging my material reality. It's better for ME to stop wasting all my energy on the stuff that I either fully can't do or that hurts me to try to do and focus on what PERSONALLY makes my quality of life better, even if it makes me MORE ILL.

Finally, even if someone CAN recover, they don't fucking owe you that! There is no moral imperative for them to recover! If them choosing to continue to be mentally ill (by which this post only means depression, but even then), is triggering to you, that's a fucking you problem.

Give people the tools to recover, but forced recovery is inherently a form of violence because it violates a person's autonomy! Why don't you focus on building a society where the social conditions responsible for a good portion of depression are simply gone instead of yelling at mentally ill disabled people on the internet who make choices about their own illness that you don't like?

And stop fucking saying "if you make a decision I disagree with, it's your mental illness speaking and you're not actually capable of recognizing that or of making your own decisions (and therefore need "rescuing")"!!!

That's the justification used for institutionalization and psychiatric abuse.

That's the reason so many psychotic people who are not harming anyone have their psychosis forcibly suppressed via nonconsensual medication. (And quite honestly, even for those few that are causing harm, there are other options besides "lose all autonomy" and "be harmfully medicated into an approximation of a sanist concept of normalcy that is actually just drugging someone into docile compliance". Make no mistake, antipsychotics themselves are not inherently harmless and DO require informed consent. Though I am all for their usage by people who DO grant noncoerced informed consent; I'm not anti-med, I'm pro-consent.

It's not "normalizing toxic language" to literally argue for mad liberation and respecting the autonomy of mentally ill people. To say "I actually know my own self and experiences best and can therefore say this is not coming from the mental illness" or EVEN "it is coming from the mental illness, but I am still capable of making the decision to choose this anyway, because mental illness does not make me inherently incapable of consent" (yes, even if it causes the brain to be in an altered state, stop with that paternalistic bullshit), isn't something you need to "do better" about.

Fuck off.

Another thing: why do these posts ALWAYS go hand in hand with childism. It's a bunch of "15 years olds being hurt by the meanie adults who say they can't get better" and "toxic evil adults harming kids by teaching them that it's okay to make peace with being unhealthy because what's best for people isn't universal and our idea of recovery is very rigid anyway as proven by the idea that accepting your mental illness as it is isn't recovery".

I see you, 15 year olds who ARE mentally ill and are writing about mad liberation and anti-recovery and are wildly more capable and coming up with ideas in those veins that are blowing us all out of the water. For what it's worth, I'm proud of you, and my only wish for you is that you find the peace, whatever that means, that is best for you.

Just...

"if I had read this at 12 I would have actually killed myself" I'm glad you didn't, then, but that doesn't mean the sentiment shouldn't exist.

If anti-recovery isn't for you, that's fine. What's not fine is acting like it's inherently harmful and is a form of violence against every mentally ill person ever. Because many of us have been harmed by a culture that is "pro-recovery" and its logical extreme, forced recovery.

#anti-recovery #anti psych #ableism #childism #sanism #psych abuse #forced recovery #autonomy violation #nonconsensual medication #forced medication #normalism #healthism #institutionalization

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dejablonde · 4 months

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So I had to write a personal narrative for composition class. I wrote about post-ritual depression leading to a career change, and I thought ghumblr might enjoy. It's only 763 words (after padding it out with some extra academic phrasing) but I don't want to clog your feeds too much so it's below the cut.

"Have you ever like something so much that it rewired your brain?"

Have you ever liked something so much that it rewired your brain? I can’t pinpoint exactly when I first heard the band called “Ghost,” but it was most likely sometime in 2022. I think the first video (from whichever of the dozen algorithms we get our content from today) pushed to my feed was their performance on Jimmy Kimmel, where they played their song Call Me Little Sunshine. I was taken aback by their theatrical look and sound. I listened to a few more songs, became a casual listener, and even bought their latest album when I came across it at Josey Records. What I can pinpoint, however, is the day I turned feral: April 9, 2023, Easter Sunday.

Being only a casual listener still, I was curious as to what was going on when I saw that Ghost was trending on Tumblr. As I scrolled through the tag, it became more and more clear that, not only had they had dropped new music, but a new music video to match, almost entirely without warning: a cover of Phil Collins’ Jesus He Knows Me. Of course, I had to listen. From the driving intro into the first verse, to the poppy chorus, to the lyrics addressing hypocrisy from the church and its leaders, it was almost like twenty-eight years of religious trauma were healed in four minutes and five seconds, as if it were that easy. I wasn’t cured, but they certainly made a dent. I listened to it on repeat and branched into the rest of their discography. After two weeks, I finally caved and bought myself a pit ticket to their upcoming Dallas tour date.

When the day finally came, five months later, I could barely contain myself. I felt if I could leap hard enough, I would jump right out of my skin. I had taken advantage of the fact that I had the previous day off from work and pretended that I was taking a small trip for Labor Day. This allowed me the day off for the concert. My employers already think I’m strange enough; I didn’t see any need to make it worse by asking for time off to line up for a concert by a Satanic rock band hours early on a Tuesday. Despite the 103-degree weather that day, I made it to the general admission line around noon. I chatted with my new line buddies over the next several hours about the band, how we got into them, and a little bit about our lives in general over the water that the venue security provided. For the first time in a while, I was surrounded by people like me.

They say that concerts can be a religious experience. I’m not sure I agree, but they’re not exactly wrong. It really is overwhelming, or at least can be. Many aspects are similar, if not the same. Between the community and camaraderie with your fellow “congregants” and the feeling of the music all the way down to your bones, there’s certainly something that happens internally. This concert (or ritual, as Ghost fans lovingly call them) was no exception. After all, when you’re a stone’s throw away from your obsession, bathed in light and confetti, you can’t help but feel a little changed.

Post-concert depression is a very real and powerful force. It’s even stronger when you come back to work after finally feeling happy and rested only to be met with snideness not even fifteen minutes into the day. I was already dealing with years of declining morale. I wanted to be happy again, like I was the night before. I started looking at job postings immediately. I nearly got one in the same field but interviewed poorly. Eventually, I decided to make up for lost time and try to make a move into what my high-school-aged-self wanted. Or at least something close. Unfortunately, even though apprenticeship-type situations are common in the music industry, it’s very hard to break in without any kind of provable experience. I looked into some recording technology schools but didn’t really feel the need to go into debt on a loan for them. I was about to lose hope, but then I had a lightbulb moment and found that Dallas College has a program for Recording Technology. My application and registration were late in the game, but I was able to squeeze in before the start of this semester. Now, I’m finally doing something I want to do, and it’s all thanks to a funky little Swede in black and white makeup.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus i #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #tobias forge #toblerone fudge #tender father #post-concert depression #DejaBlonde #my writing

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inkandgeese · 7 months

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--Writeblr Intro--

Hey there!! I'm Ash (she/her)! I'm a first year architecture student who has always loved writing so I thought i'd join the writing community here!

Some things about me and my writing:

- Because of school, I definitely won't be super consistent with posting! However, I will always come back eventually, I promise

- Most of my stories are fantasy as I just LOVE the idea of magic

- I absolutely adore god awful protagonists. give me main characters that are terrible people, i beg you

- I write for fun!! Because of this, most of my stories aren't super far along in the process as i love to jump around in them

Under the cut will be some short WIP intros!!

Jaded Ashes - a low fantasy/ magical realism novel

Status: Drafting (my current nanowrimo project)

As a senior in high school, Jade wants to leave her small town more than anything. Years of feeling left out and abandoned have left her with nothing but resentment towards this town. However, after picking up a mysterious lighter, Jade starts to see dark creatures that feed off of the negative emotions of the people living there. After one saves her, Jade makes a simple deal with it: It will protect her from any possible harm, and she will help it destroy others of its kind. Working with Elliot, a boy from her school that Jade always tried to avoid, she starts to destroy these creatures little by little. The more time goes on, though, the more Jade can't help but wonder- would it be better to just burn everything down and start again?

- The best way of describing this story is that it is about two incredibly lonely people who desperately want to be seen for who they truly are

- While there ARE magical elements in this story, they almost aren't the focus. The focus is very much on Jade and her mental state. The magical elements are mostly there as a way to express those things in a different way

- This story in general deals a lot with mental illness! It has a very depressed and self destructive main character who does not appreciate it when others tell her what to do

Manic - an adult fantasy novel

current status: brainstorming/revamping

This story is currently undergoing a HUGE revamp, so I unfortunately won't be able to say much but i KNOW i am going to mention mira many many times so i thought i'd at least introduce it!

Mira, a knight, wants more than anything to be a hero. Something that is untouchable by time and remembered forever. However, after being attacked by a monster, Mira realizes a terrible, terrible thing: she herself is being turned into a monster as well. Infected with no chance of a cure, Mira knows what she will do anything to keep herself from dying, even if that includes sacrificing the entire world.

- This is planned to be a trilogy

- A HUGE part of this series is the idea of what makes somebody human and where that line is drawn between human and monster

Some other WIPS:

Bella and Iris

- This is another fantasy novel. In a world in which most gain their magic from plants, two characters gain their magic from death, either from killing or by drawing it from the dead. Without meaning to, Bella and Iris get pulled into a plot between gods that they had never wanted to be involved with in the first place.

Ophelia

- A lighthearted fantasy novella consisting of short vignettes following Ophelia in her small cabin throughout the winter. She meets plenty of mythical creatures in the forest that bring far more problems than help.

#writeblr #writeblr intro #my writing

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theiauwu · 1 year

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Tragic Reunions, Tearful Realizations.

Pairing: Viktor x Female! Reader, Machine Herald! Viktor x Female! Reader

Word Count: 6.4k words

Genre: fluff, angst, one shot

GUYS I'M STILL ALIVE AND DOING REQUEST DON'T WORRY!

A HUGE thank you to hypocritic-trash-baby for requesting this story and honestly full credits go to them. I had so much fun writing this and it's been an honor to write this masterpiece of a plot.

I hope all of you out there enjoy!

Content Warning: pregnancy, kidnapping, some blood, loss of life, minor depression, killing, Machine Herald Viktor

Sighing, he finally tears his eyes away from the papers in his hands. Allowing himself to process the information that had been revealed to him.

Setting the doctor’s report aside, he leans back onto the wooden bench located outside the hospital. His chronic illness was worsening and without a cure, there was little he could do as death loomed upon him. At least that had been what the physician told him.

Viktor stares forward blankly with a steely gaze, he was determined to overcome this sickness of his that was so hell bent on ending his life. Thinking hard, he begins to formulate different plans and ideas of how to do so.

His most recent research on Hextech had seemed promising so perhaps he should start there. And speaking of Hextech…

Progress day was closing in as well, he realized. Very soon, in fact.

There was already an infinite amount of things on his plate with more continuously piling on top of it as time passed. He still had much to accomplish, so many people to help and he wasn’t going to lay back and allow this illness to stop him.

As he was still deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice a nurse approaching him looking concerned for him.

Y/N had just been given a break from her duties and was on her way to lunch when she saw the man hunched over with his eyes staring blankly forward with a scrunch between his eyebrows.

And judging by the papers beside him on top of the building behind her, she knew that he probably wasn’t doing too well. With her experience as a nurse in training, it was something she saw more often that she liked.

Hesitating in her next action, she decides to speak up.

“Um sir? Are you alright?” A soft voice called out to him, snapping him back into reality.

Looking up, he sees a pretty woman in what he concluded was a nurse’s uniform talking to him. It was then he realized she was referring to him and he has yet to respond to her inquiry.

“Oh, um, yes. I’m fine.” He takes a quick glance at the papers lying next to him when saying this, the subtle action not escaping the nurse’s attention.

Not wanting to invade his privacy, she leaves it at that before moving onto a different topic. She didn’t understand what had come over her, but something inside of her told her that she couldn’t just leave him alone.

“You know…I’m on my break and was about to get hot cocoa by myself. Care to join me?”

Viktor raises an eyebrow at this, feeling slightly confused and apprehensive at the invitation but he finds himself agreeing unconsciously. Something about the woman intrigued him and plus, he didn’t really want to be alone with his thoughts at the moment.

Perhaps a distraction would do him some good. Especially in the form of sugar.

“Great! I’ve been meaning to go to this café for a while now to try this cake they have but it’s too big for one person. Maybe we can share it!” Her eyes lit up at his acceptance to her invite and Viktor could feel himself getting excited as well at her words.

The nurse eagerly waited for him to gather his belongings before making their way to the café together. The whole walk there was spent engaged in a lighthearted conversation as they got to know each other better.

Before he knew it, he had fallen completely head over heels for her.

Through their many conversations, he discovered that she had originated from a humble background and had clawed her way through nursing school. Her passion for the field earned her a scholarship in the academy which allowed her the opportunity to study, something she wouldn’t have been able to do without the financial aid.

Their similar background made him feel as if she could understand him to a certain degree. And he admits, it was nice to finally have someone to talk to that actually understood him.

Something that not many people were capable of in his life.

Not only that but she was this empathetic, stubborn and passionate woman who quickly became a source of comfort to him. It wasn’t difficult for him to have fallen for such a wonderful person that he found so much joy in spending time with.

Before he even knew it, he had begun formulating plans on how to woo her and started with making small gestures to suggest that he was trying to court her whenever he was graced with her presence.

He had complimented her appearance, made little trinkets for her and whenever his busy schedule allowed it, he would invite her out for little outings to cafes with the purpose of trying out new desserts.

If her shift made that impossible, he would deliver said treats to her workplace himself if he could.

Little did he know, she had felt the same all this time but because of her dense nature, all his attempts had gone unnoticed much to his frustration.

He loved the women but Janna she was oblivious.

Finally having enough, he gathered all his courage and bought a bouquet of her favorite flowers before meeting up with her for their weekly meeting.

Slowly approaching her figure with the flowers clenched tightly in his available hand, her back facing him as she stares at the notes in her hands.

And as he nears her, she must’ve heard the sound of his crutch clanking against the pavement which prompted her to face him. Her eyes immediately pointed towards the item in his hand.

Not allowing her a chance to speak, he forces the words out of his mouth.

“(Y/N), my dear. I must confess that I have been harboring feelings for you for the longest time.” He held out the flowers to her and he finally met her shell-shocked gaze. “If you wish, would you like to move our relationship forward and become romantically involved with each other?”

He didn’t need to wait very long for her response as he felt a force slam into him, making him stumble a few steps back whilst trying very hard not to fall over on his behind.

“Viktor of course!” Tackling him into a crushing hug, the woman happily accepts his confession which makes him breathe out a sigh of relief. He had somewhat concluded that the woman had felt something for him but he still had his doubts.

How could anyone blame him? (Y/N) was a stunning and brilliant woman who could have anyone of her choosing. And she picked him.

Looking down on his bad leg, he swears to himself that he would do anything to overcome the illness that was plaguing his body.

He finally has the woman of his dreams in his arms, one that loves him back nonetheless which was nothing less than a miracle itself. He hadn’t even entertained the thought of having a lover before her, long having banished the mere thought of it believing that that life would never be his.

Yet here he was with her wrapped around him, the two still feeling the high of the new advancement in their relationship.

Now with another person to live for, someone that he could envision spending the rest of his life with. He needed to find a cure and he will do so at any cost.

As he was thinking that, he wasn’t aware of the downward spiral that awaited him in the future. One that would bring him nothing but regrets and pain.

“VIKTOR! Where is he?!” A woman bursts into the front desk of the emergency department running up to the counter before frantically asking for the location of her lover.

A mere hour ago, she had just woken up that morning alone in bed. Feeling confused by the empty space, she heads out to search for him after she was sure she wasn’t going to collapse in public. She hadn’t been feeling well for the past few days which was why Viktor had confined her to bed with strict instructions not to overwork herself.

Remembering his weakened state, she shook her head in exasperation. How hypocritical of him. Always caring for those around him but never himself.

He had been working late into the night these past couple of days but had promised her he would be back today after resolving something concerning the negotiations regarding the rising tensions between the two cities.

After exiting her shared home with Viktor, she had only been walking for a couple of minutes before stumbling upon the news about the council tower being blown to pieces with the councilmen still inside.

Knowing exactly that had been where the inventor was, she immediately rushed to the hospital that she knew would be housing the victims of the incident. It had been the one she worked at after all.

Checking the chart located to the right of her, the nurse behind the counter scanned the list briefly before her eyes came to a stop. Her lips thinned at the words presumably written next to Viktor’s name.

“Ma’am, we have no idea where that patient is. But in amongst all this chaos, honestly, I wouldn’t be shocked if he died and someone had his room cleared out for another patient.” The nurse gave her a sympathetic nod before rushing off to complete another task that required her immediate attention.

Leaving a dazed (Y/N) standing there all by herself. The words that had been just uttered to her are still sinking into her head.

Dead? Viktor?

The two words put together in the same sentence was something she was able to process.

Sure he had been looking ill these past few days, but he had promised her that he was so very close to a breakthrough.

He had looked so sure of it as he lay on that hospital bed a couple of days ago. His skin pale as the sheets he lay on, his cheeks sunken as if he had been starved for weeks.

But his eyes when he said those words to her had looked as bright as the day she met him. Brimming with fiery determination as he grasped her hand with as much strength as he could muster at that moment.

Refusing to believe the nurses words, (Y/N) continues to search high and low for the love of her life but no matter how hard she tries. Her efforts had proven to be unsuccessful.

Not even Jayce, the man of progress himself, could locate the Zaunite. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving a shell of a woman behind.

Sitting on the edge of their bed, the nurse could only stare at the broken remnants of a cane that once belonged to the man who had stolen her heart.

It was the only thing they could find at the site that solidified the fact that he had been at the tower when it was attacked.

But the question remains, where is he?

No one knew the answer to that question and had assumed the worst. (Y/N) had refused to believe it at first but as days passed, she allowed her rationality to sink in and it became clearer to her that the man had most likely perished from his injuries.

Tears began to well up in her reddened eyes as she clenched pieces of the cane tightly to her chest. It didn’t take long for the room’s silence to be filled up with the cries of a grieving woman.

Over the next few days, she became more and more ill as time passed. Initially, she had passed it off as some stomach flu or perhaps the lack of self-care.

With the lack of sleep, fearing the nightmares that plagued her the moment she gave into the darkness or the dread of waking up with the space beside her cold and empty on top of the lack of appetite to eat. She wasn’t expecting her body to be in the best shape.

But with the increasing amount of familiar symptoms paired with the absence of her monthly flow, such as the morning sickness, the fatigue and her tender breasts. It became obvious as to what sickness had plagued her body.

She had seen it in so many patients in her days as a nurse but never to her. Never had she expected that she would be experiencing the same things as they did, especially not now.

Clutching her stomach, she feels her knees buckle as she slowly descends onto the ground while realization sinks in.

She was…pregnant?

Viktor’s child was growing inside of her.

They will never be able to meet their father and she will never be able to share this experience with him. Of course she had envisioned this several times in the past but Viktor’s presence had been consistent in those visions.

Her heart clenched tightly at the thought of it but she resists the urge to break down at that very moment. She wouldn’t allow it.

She had been so luckily blessed with one final gift from her love who had departed this word. One final reminder of the love they shared together and she will do right by them at any costs.

She cannot fall apart now, not while she had their child growing inside of her.

They need a strong mother and that’s exactly what she will be. That’s the least she could do for her unborn child.

They had already lost a father, they couldn’t lose their mother as well.

Many months later, inside a lab hidden deep inside the city of Zaun looks away from their work while their back tenses up at the news that had just been revealed to him.

“She’s…pregnant?” Singed hums in confirmation, allowing the information to sink in for the man sitting across him.

“And it’s mine?” The older man nods his head. “…I see…” The room returns back to its former silence, the atmosphere tenser than before.

“This offspring of yours could be beneficial for you Viktor.” Frowning, the supposed dead man looks at his former mentor but does nothing to show any objection as to what he was suggesting.

Remaining silent, he allows the man to continue.

“I understand that you have been having trouble eh…experimenting on yourself as of lately. Perhaps your child could be a solution to that?”

Viktor allows the suggestion to ponder in his mind. Ever since escaping the hospital after that blast, he had been spending all his time working endlessly on overcoming his chronic illness.

After spending all this time with Singed and along with his close encounter with death itself, he had finally understood the man’s words completely. And he had ingrained those words into his head.

Love and legacy are the necessary sacrifices for the sake of progress.

He had allowed these words to carve itself into his mind and body. Completely forgetting about the love he had so desperately tried to live for in the first place as he slipped further and further away from the man he used to be.

Replacing flesh with metal, fortifying it with the energy he harvested from the Hexcore. He had been stronger than he ever was before.

However, as with the path that comes with progress, comes with challenges. And this time, it had taken the form of a wall in his research to immortality.

And with the new him, he finds himself agreeing with the plan to use his own flesh and blood for the sake of progress.

All he had to do now was wait.

The sounds of a baby crying pierced through the air. (Y/N) had chosen to give birth alone within the comforts of her own home without knowing that this would be a decision she’d come to regret very soon.

As soon as she had lifted her newborn into her arms, their sobs slowly faded as they settled into the warm embrace of their mother.

Then, the doors of her house were slammed open with a loud bang.

The sound immediately alarming the exhausted mother and scaring the infant who soon began to wail again, however this time, it was in fright.

Clutching her baby to her chest, she tries to get up from her bed only to stumble down onto the ground. Her legs were unable to support her weight as her body was still weak from the recent birth.

Before she could even attempt to stand back up, she hears loud heavy footsteps making its way to the doors of her bedroom. Oddly enough it sounded metallic, as if the intruder had adjourned a full body of metal armor.

Clink.

Clank.

Clink.

Clank.

It wasn’t long before the doors to the room burst open to reveal a familiar face attached to an unfamiliar metallic body.

His bony limbs now replaced with something thicker, stronger with glowing purple markings shining through the metal plates. The corners of his jaw were covered with the same material, making his face seem harsher than before.

And his eyes…

He was so different now and most importantly, he was standing before her.

That’s…not possible.

He was dead.

How?

“Viktor?” Happiness begins to fill her heart but it quickly turns to dread when his face remains emotionless while he stares down at her fallen figure. She couldn’t see an ounce of love in his dark eyes. If he still had any love left for her, it wasn’t visible to her at that very moment.

And that terrified her.

His eyes landed on the small bundle in her arms before he began to make his way over, his intent feeling malicious to her. A sinking feeling in her gut told her that this was no longer the man she loved all those months ago.

He’s changed, not just physically.

“Viktor? What are you doing?” Trying to hold her daughter away from the man she once knew so well, she questions him nervously but it was met with a cold silence.

She knew the answer to her own question but she had remained hopeful that her intuition was wrong. But a mother is never wrong when it comes down to her child, at least not this time.

She tried resisting him, she really did.

But her weakened body was no match for the new and improved physique of his forged from the most durable metal.

Pulling back her shoulders, he tears the baby away from her arms with a harsh tug much to her horror.

“NO-give her back! Give me my child!” She cries and begs but he pays no heed to her nor to the child now in his clutches crying for her mother.

(Y/N) attempts to scramble to her feet but she is unable to find the strength to get up at that very moment. Not noticing the blood pooling below her.

“VIKTOR PLEASE!” She desperately tries begging him but that only succeeded in him pausing at the door for a brief moment before he continued to walk away.

Leaving her screaming and crying for her newborn baby that was stolen from her, merely minutes after having her in her arms for the very first time.

And she may never get to hold her again.

The moment she was able to muster up the ability to stand, (Y/N) quickly pulled on a coat that covered the filthy gown she had worn for the birthing of her child. Wasting not a second longer, she limps as fast as she could all the way to the home of a man she knew that could help her.

Upon reaching her destination, she begins to pound her fists onto the front doors.

“JAYCE! JAYCE PLEASE! HELP!” The man had been resting on his living room couch when the yelling came. Jumping to his feet, he quickly rushed to the door and fling it open only to find the lover of his former best friend.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Her coat unravels by itself to reveal the blood on her nightgown, the sight of it alarming the man. “What happened to you?! Are you oka-“

The frantic woman cuts him off before he could finish his sentence. “HE TOOK HER! OH GOD-HE TOOK MY CHILD!!”

Escorting the hysterical woman into his home, he tries to soothe her to the best of his abilities but his attempts prove to be futile.

It took several tries before the new mother was finally able to make out a few coherent sentences and Jayce was able to quickly piece the puzzles together.

Despite feeling overwhelmed by the news of his best friend being alive, he wasted no time to ease the woman into his living room coach before grabbing his hammer that lay almost forgotten in his closet.

He took a few seconds to take it in, remembering the incident that took place the last time he had wielded it in his hands, the blood it had shed under his guidance.

He shakes the sinking guilt off of his mind, he had other priorities at the moment. Lifting the weapon into his grasp, he rushes to the front door before pausing for a brief second to look back at (Y/N) who returned his gaze.

“Please, bring her back.”

Without any hesitation, he nods.

And with that he rushes into the night, time was of the essence and he’d be damned if he fails this woman again.

Now alone in the lab with no one but him and the whimpering infant, Singed’s words echoed in his head.

“I see you were successful in your endeavor.” The masked man pauses to take in the sight of the baby. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then. I believe with its help, I’m sure you will have no issues unlocking the secrets to your immortality.”

And with those encouraging words, he turned and left.

While laying the baby onto the cold metal table, he hesitated as he pondered on whether or not to strap her down to the surface. Looking over to the blood stained leather straps located to the right of him, he winces slightly at the history that came with it.

After all, he had been partially responsible for them.

Your tearful face flashed in his head for a brief moment. He could still hear your cries begging for him to return your daughter echoing through his mind. He remembers feeling a small clench in his chest when seeing you in that state, but then Singed’s words roared loudly in his head which once again reminded him of his ultimate goal.

Perhaps a small mercy for the child. He thinks to himself before opting that the straps were better left alone.

Picking up a needle filled with a familiar pink liquid, he turns back around to face the newborn who had already laid her big innocent eyes on his form which made him pause. The shade of amber perfectly matching the ones that used to color his own amber irises, now replaced by an unnatural glowing gold surrounded by a dark murky black.

She tilted her head to its side. Not knowing why, he had mimicked her action and reached out to poke her plush cheeks before his mind could comprehend it.

It was…soft.

All of a sudden, the infant bursts into fits of tiny giggles that fill the silence of the lab. With her tiny hands, she grabbed onto his finger that had touched her and began to wave it around as if it had been a toy of some sorts.

Slowly, Viktor begins to tremble as a feeling of guilt begins to creep up on him.

“…why are you smiling?” He asks her, despite knowing that he won’t receive an answer. Sensing the rising hesitation within him, he speaks up again. “Why can’t I…”

He had been working so hard to survive, and yet when the solution was right in front of him, he found himself struggling to continue.

“This is my natural right! This child is mine and mine alone! I can do with it what I please! Can I not?!” Frustrated, he yells to himself. “I endured this pain and suffering for so long! Didn’t I?!”

He shakes his head, trying to rid of the guilt that was beginning to overwhelm him. He was fighting a losing battle.

“I mustn’t waver!” He tries to hold on but his resolve quickly crumbles into nothing as he looks down, he sees his daughter still smiling at him. The infant had been completely oblivious as to what he was about to do to her just moments ago.

“Stop that…” Her smile resembles yours almost identically. He sees your face flashing next to hers, your features almost identical had it not been for her amber eyes, flashing him the same bright grin that would never fail to make his squeeze from a delightful ache.

The baby happily coos at him while tears begin to fall from his eyes. “Please stop smiling!” He begs.

Looking at the needle that was still clutched in his other hand, he quickly hurls it away from him as if the mere touch of it burnt him.

Quickly shoving all the equipment away from his baby and off of the table, they fall to the ground with a clang, some shattering into a million pieces. He lifts her tiny body and clutches her close to his chest as he begins to apologize profusely.

The weight of his actions finally hit him at full force, shattering the fog his mind had been under the last few months.

“I’m so sorry little one. I-I” Stuttering, he holds her tighter as he remembers the exact plans he had for the child, his child. The pain she would’ve gone through because of him.

Her own father.

He begins to sob silently while holding onto her, unable to comprehend what he was about to do to the life that he created with you.

The woman he had supposedly loved with all his being.

He was a monster.

Jayce runs through the quiet streets of the Undercity, in search of the whereabouts of the father daughter. With help of a few crude threats, he was able to get an idea of where Viktor could be located.

As he nears his destination, he encounters a badly scarred man whose coat covered the lower half of his face. He pays him no attention. Trying to run past the man, he finds himself stopping after hearing the words that came from him.

“You won’t be able to save him, you know?” Singed muses which angered the man.

“What are you talking about?” He spats, turning to face the scientist with his fist clenching tightly onto his weapon.

“Viktor, I assume that is who you’re looking for, yes?” Jayce’s eyes narrow at the question but says nothing. “I’m afraid there’s nothing to save your friend from.”

Singed continues to explain himself. “He finally truly understands that progress comes at the sacrifice of legacy and even love. I too had learnt that lesson, though it had been a hard pill to swallow. It was necessary.”

“Viktor was the kindest man I know, he would never-“ The man pauses mid-sentence, hesitating briefly as he wonders if his friend had truly changed for the worst, despite not wanting to believe it. He remembers the look on your face when he opened his door.

The terror and the sheer panic.

“Are you so sure about that?” It was at this Jayce had looked up to see Singed gesturing to an emotionless Viktor walking out of a broken down building while holding a small bundle to his chest.

He had barely been able to recognize the man with all of his bionic enhancements. If his face had been concealed, Jayce doubted he would be able to identify him.

“As you can see, Viktor isn’t a man that needs savi-“ Singed is quickly silenced by something unexpected from his apprentice’s part.

Feeling suffocated and a dull throbbing pain that came from his chest. He slowly looks down to see a metal claw piercing through his torso from the back and as Viktor removes the metal limb from his body, he falls to the ground limply. The life instantly fading from his eyes.

A quick death.

“I’m afraid there was an error in his observation that he failed to see. It’s a shame seeing as though he died because of it.” Viktor stated nonchalantly while looking down at the corpse. “No matter what the sacrifices I make, nothing can make me harm my own child.”

He looks back at the sleeping infant who nuzzled her little face deeper into his chest. “And I won’t let anyone attempt it, not as long as I’m breathing.”

Despite feeling shocked at the turn of events, Jayce couldn’t help but feel happy to have his friend back.

Nervously, (Y/N) slowly paces back and forth in the living room of her house. Her mind plays thousands of different scenarios in her head, each making her more anxious by the second.

Unable to stand the sight of the door, she returns to the nursery that she had spent months building and perfecting for the arrival of her baby.

Wanting to bask in the comfort it brought to her.

It had been the room she spent the most time in during the whole of her pregnancy. The presence of her child filled it and without her baby in her arms, this was the closest thing to it.

Then just when her nerves begin to settle, she hears her front door slowly open with a creak that she was familiar with.

Immediately snapping her head in its direction, her tiredness fading instantly as she becomes high on alert. Her mind replaying the traumatic incident that just hours ago.

Paralyzed by fear, she remained still as she stared at the door. Hearing slow heavy footsteps approaching closer and closer to the room she was in. The very ones that haunted her since the earlier events.

The door soon swings open to reveal Viktor with her baby girl safely wrapped up in a raggedy blanket and tucked in the crook of his arm.

A guilty expression was splattered on his face but she remained indifferent to it, still feeling wary and untrusting towards the man before her. His saddened face did nothing to melt the ice and fear that sat in her chest.

Where were these emotions when he left her on the floor, crying and begging for him to return the child she had so dearly loved? Practically soaked in her own blood.

Her motherly instincts were screaming for her to snatch her child back from him but her fear of hurting the baby in the process stopped her from doing so.

Observing him closely, she realizes that he was being so gentle with the life he helped create. He looked almost, nurturing.

A stark contrast to the man who stormed her house just hours before.

Despite the anger brewing inside of her, she allows him to place the baby into her cradle. Her anger almost boiling over when he reached over to take her hand in his and began to quietly beg for forgiveness.

“(Y/N) I- I have no words to describe how sorry I am for the way I treated you. The way I took our-your daughter away from you. I have no excuse-“

“Damn right you have no excuses.” She hisses while he is mid-sentence.

How dare he?

How dare he come in here with her child and act so…human. So remorseful.

Especially after what he had done.

“And that is a weight I will carry on my shoulders until the end of my days.” She wanted to yell at him so bad but something about the way his teary eyes looked at her made her pause. “But I want you to know that I am so terribly sorry about what I’ve done.”

He had almost looked like the Viktor she’d known. The one she’d loved.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. Janna knows I don’t deserve it.” Taking a shaky breath, he continues with his apology. He owed her that, at the very least.

“I had been in a trance all these months, so lost in the desperation to escape death that I’ve forgotten the true reason why I had been so desperate to live in the first place.” With a small pained smile, he turns to look at their sleeping child who was still peacefully sleeping away in her cradle.

“But after looking at this little miracle that we made, it made me remember.” He looks back at the woman in front of him, who was visibly struggling to keep her tears at bay. “If you allow it and only if you allow it, I wish to have another chance. Another chance for us to be a family.”

Sensing the hesitation on her face, the conflict as she battles between two different voices screaming in her head. He leans back away from her but his eyes are still bored into hers. As if trying to show how genuine he was at that moment.

And she saw it.

“I-I expect nothing from you. I have been so-“ He struggles to speak through his shuddering breath that was holding back a sob “horrible to you.” Images of your bloodied state flashed through his head and the way he had responded made him sick to his stomach.

(Y/N) was now looking at the man before her. A man who was clearly different from the one that had severely traumatized her and finally seeing one who she was more familiar with. One she had been yearning after for so long.

“If you do not wish to see me again, I will respect your decision and leave.” He closes his eyes, allowing the tears to fall at the thought of never seeing the two again.

Desperately hoping that he hasn’t lost the both of them now after just finding his way back to them again after so long. But he knew that the decision wasn’t up to him. He didn’t deserve to make that choice.

Allowing the question to sink in, the woman remained quiet as her thoughts roared in her head.

She had been so desperate to have him back in her life all this time, aching to be a family that was complete. She had dreamt of this so many nights only to wake up cold and alone with no one next to her.

The bitterness and the countless heartaches she had experienced when seeing happy families out and about. The envy.

Was she expected to decline him? Did she even have the strength to do so?

Would it be wrong for her to say yes?

If being wrong feels so good, then (Y/N) doesn’t want to be right.

Finally allowing her true emotions to show, she sobs as she lowers herself to join Viktor on the ground and holds tightly onto him. Trying to ground herself to the newfound reality, hoping that this wasn’t a dream or a hallucination.

With one hand, she reaches up to cup the side of his face and tilts his head back up so he could face her. His eyes are just as teary as hers. However rather than the relief that filled hers, hesitance and remorse filled his.

She slowly leans and allows for her lips to gently connect with his. And Viktor’s body stills, momentarily feeling as though nothing of the moment was real. And yet after a few seconds had passed with her lips still lingering against his.

He realized that this wasn’t a cruel trick from his mind.

Quickly overcoming his shock, Viktor tearfully smiles into the kiss and pulls her close to him using both arms. Wanting to hold her close and never let go.

“I forgive you.”

And that was all the words the two needed.

Later that night, the couple laid on the carpeted floor together whilst leaning their backs against the wall, cuddling against one another. Together, they reminisce about the past before the incident and learnt more about what they had missed in each other’s absence.

Until something caught (Y/N)’s attention.

“Oh..” Viktor tenses at this. The tone of her voice made him uneasy.

“What it is? Is something wrong?” Laughing softly at his apprehension, she waves him off.

“Nothing, it’s just that all this time we have been referring to our child as ‘our child’, ‘our baby’, ‘she’ and so on. I just realized that I haven’t had the chance to name her yet.” She senses his slowly returning guilt. “I’ve gone through so many names these past few months but nothing ever seemed right.”

Hearing her explanation, he allows himself to relax slightly. But the guilt lingers.

“I wanted the name to mean something, to both of us.” Her words sent a flutter to his chest. Elated that she was so thoughtful of him, even in his absence.

After pondering for a while, Viktor picks out a name that stood out in his mind. “What do you think of the name, Nikola.”

(Y/N) repeated the name to herself, finding that she had liked the way it sounded.

“It means ‘people’s triumph’.” Looking at the sleeping bundle, he smiles. “Something about it feels right.”

“I love it.” She leans on his shoulder with a happy sigh. As if the missing piece in her heart had returned and everything was finally complete.

“Nikola it is then.” He leans his head to rest on hers, feeling eternally grateful to have his family by his side. Swearing that he’ll do whatever it takes to earn that right. He will make it up to them, he swears.

Finally, their bodies had finally allowed for events of the night to sink in as the two surrendered to their fatigue.

Tomorrow, a new day will arrive and they will begin their journey as a family. Once separated by tragedy and fear but now reunited with their love in the form of their daughter, Nikola.

Their little champion.

Author's note:

I hope you liked this and once again, a big thank you to hypocritic-trash-baby for allowing me to write their story.

Also for those who want someone to rant to about Viktor, don't hesitate to spam my inbox. I also desperately need someone to talk to about how amazing this man is.

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achilles heel - VI: i. cheated. too.

summary:

Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

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rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, violence, fighting, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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February 3rd, 2019

Rafe and Grace didn't lose contact again after that, he wasn't about to let that happen. She did still go to class, but he missed that smile he'd seen on Sunday- that side of her that was so carefree, so happy. He hadn't expected that vandalizing Nate's car would cure her heartbreak, but part of him hoped it would. He discovered that he would do anything to help, and he spent his free time throughout the week either texting her or thinking of what to do the next time they hung out. They didn't have plans, but he couldn't wait. And for once, he was almost completely free on a Saturday, so now is as good a time as any.

R: gracie, any plans today?

He sends the text and goes back to making lunch, trying to ignore how nervous it made him. It wasn't a risky text by any means, what was he scared of? Her saying she's busy? It's not a date, he knows that. It's just friends hanging out to keep her from spiraling back into a pit of depression, he didn't want to let that happen.

G: Just the usual, I'm trying to get some reading done but it's hard to focus

G: how about you?

Rafe's phone buzzes twice on the counter as the messages come in and he quickly grabs it, abandoning his sandwich-making efforts.

R: same

R: I'm thinking about going to the driving range later, want to come?

G: golfing? by yourself?

R: not if you come with me?

G: I don't know how to golf but I promise I'll be a good spectator

R: you'll just make me look like a pro 😎

G: 😐😐

R: i'll pick you up at 2?

G: See you then, Tiger Woods <3

Grace was surprised when Rafe showed up with a truck instead of his bike, but it would make sense if he had to bring his own clubs. The weather was nice that day, there were hardly any clouds in the sky but it was still crisp enough out for Grace to wear a sweater without the intentions of taking it off again until she got home.

By the time they arrived at the driving range, there was a decent amount of people there. With minimal snow and mostly friendly weather, a lot of people golfed year round in North Carolina, and Rafe was no exception.

He jumps out of the truck after parking to grab his clubs, and Grace grabbed her tote bag and slung it over her shoulder before following after him.

"You ever been here before?" Rafe asks, golf bag over his shoulder as they walk up to the entrance.

Grace shakes her head, looking out to the green and all the yard markers scattered over the lawn. "I think Nate came here sometimes. He likes golfing."

"Well, welcome, then." Rafe replies, holding the door for her and ignoring her second comment about her ex.

"Thanks, I'm excited." She smiles in response, passing him to enter but waiting for him to talk to the employee at the counter.

"Welcome in! What can I do for y'all today?" The young girl asks, Grace following her friend up while he places his clubs down and leans against the counter.

"Hey, yeah, can I get two twenty baskets please? And a club for her?" Rafe asks, Grace quickly shaking her head as the employee is already turning to grab the supplies he asked for. "What? You don't want to try?" He turns his attention to Grace now, slightly laughing.

"No, I'm not a golfer." Grace smiles nervously, pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her palms.

The girl working pauses, looking between the two of them. "No then?"

"Nah, I'll take 'em. She might change her mind." Rafe insists, winking in Grace's direction before taking the baskets and club, handing it over to Grace.

Rafe paid, and then the girl buzzed open the door out to the driving platform for them to enter. Down at the end there was three open spots in a row, and Rafe lead Grace down all the way to the edge so they weren't surrounded on all sides by other people.

Grace placed down the one basket she carried over for Rafe, and sat down in a chair against the wall, ready to watch.

"C'mon, Gracie, you're not even gonna try?" Rafe chuckles, watching her as he's in the process of pulling out his club.

Grace shakes her head, smiling up at him. "I'm more than content to watch. Thank you, though."

"You'll change your mind- I know you will." He says, a smug grin crossing over his face.

Grace rolls her eyes fondly, then watched as Rafe tee'd up to make his first swing. Grace doesn't know much about golf, but she could see the confidence in Rafe's posture and his subsequent swing, and the way the muscles in his arms flexed and made his veins prominent. The ball flew off onto the green and landed somewhere she didn't see- her eyes were trained on him.

"Good hit!" Grace smiles, clapping for him and crossing her legs.

"Thank you." Rafe turns to her, taking a dramatic bow which makes her laugh. "Alright, your turn." He's already placing another ball on the tee.

"No!" Grace's laugh continues, shaking her head.

"What if I fumbled a few times first?"

"No, then people will definitely be watching." Grace giggles.

"Oh, come on. No one cares. You gotta start somewhere." Rafe pleads.

"Are you just going to bug me until I agree to try?"

"Yes ma'am." He nods in response, leaning on his club now.

"Okay, just one." Grace relents, standing up and placing her bag on the ground.

"That's what I like to hear!" Rafe grins, taking a step back as she grabs her driver, smaller than his so she can actually reach the ball from a decent distance. "Just, uh, try not to out-do me, that would be kind of a hit to my ego."

"Ha, ha, Rafe." Grace replies sarcastically, smile glued to her cheeks as she rolls her eyes, awkwardly adjusting the grip in her hands.

"Need help?" He offers, making an effort to not laugh at her obvious discomfort. Not that the laughter would come from a place of maliciousness, but just that she looks really cute. It would make him a little more comfortable if he could, but he's not sure which is worse; making her feel embarrassed, or having to explain himself.

"Maybe, yeah..." She agrees hesitantly, and he's already reaching out to adjust her hands.

"So just hold it like this..." He explains, placing her fingers in the right places. "And stand with your legs shoulder width apart." Rafe steps over next to her now to demonstrate in a way she can easily reflect. "Yeah, like that, then, line up, pull your elbow back and up like this-" He explains, holding an imaginary club and lifting his arms back, before swinging them down and forward, making a popping sound with his lips and then pretending to watch the ball fly with a hand over his eyebrows. "Got it?"

"I think so." Grace smiles, nodding slightly and looking down at the white ball again, lining up as Rafe takes a step back.

"Don't forget to imagine it's Nate's dick." Rafe adds.

"Rafe!" Grace laughs, turning to him and relaxing her posture again.

"No, you're right- sorry." He raises his hands. "That would make it like, a lot smaller and harder to hit."

"Oh, god- don't." Grace laughs as she looks away, an embarrassed pink flush coating her cheeks.

"Am I right?" Rafe teases her, his sole intentions being in making her glance at him with that slightly embarrassed but extremely genuine smile again.

"Rafe, I'm not telling you." She insists, trying to line up again.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I'll hit you with this- how about that instead?" Grace turns to him, and yes, there it is. She's threatening him, sure, but not seriously, and if that's what it takes for her to look at him like that, he'd take the risk of being hit with a golf club every time.

"Okay, yup. Subject dropped." He agrees, smiling back at her. He just can't help it.

"Thank you..." Grace mutters, head shaking fondly at him. She's grateful now that she can talk about Nate without crying, but maybe that's just the Rafe effect.

After a moment of silence and a deep breath, she swings and misses- chipping the club onto the turf just next to the tee. "Oh- oops!"

"Just warming up?" Rafe chuckles, sitting down in the seat she previously occupied.

"Yeah, that was a practice swing. I've got it now." Grace agrees, lining up again. "Pressures on now for real."

"You're good." Rafe reminds her, trying not to stare too intensely. If she could feel his eyes boring into her skin she might mess it up again, so instead he sticks to her clothes, and the way her blue sweater is so clearly oversized but somehow fits her just right, tucked into the waistband of her jeans.

She swings while he's distracted, actually making contact with the ball this time. It wasn't a perfect hit, it flew off to the side but not very far. "I did it!" She grins, turning immediately to Rafe to see his reaction.

"Hey, not bad, Gracie!" He smiles, standing up again and reaching out instinctively to run his hand over her shoulder. "You're a natural."

"Okay, that's a bit dramatic." Grace laughs.

"Few more swings and you'll be perfect. Trust me." Rafe smiles, grabbing another ball for her.

They take turns for a while, and Grace only misses several more times before she actually gets the hang of it.

She's lining up again, feeling confident now as she stares down at the ball, swaying her hips back and forth to adjust her stance. Rafe, once again is watching with a proud smile on his face, arms crossed as he stands a few feet away. He happens to look up when he hears the buzzer for the gate open, a group of boys filing in. Standard, of course, and nothing to take note of until he recognizes one of them as Nate. Not only that, but Nate with his arm draped over a girls shoulder as she laughed at something he said. No doubt in Rafe's mind that it wasn't funny.

He had to get Grace out of here before she saw him. She swings which draws his attention again, and he's quickly gathering their stuff. "Hey, uh, I'm pretty hungry. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, actually, I could go for a coffee." Grace nods, turning to him and he's already holding her bag out to her. "Thanks.." She chuckles, dropping it back over her shoulder and grabbing a basket before turning towards the way they came in.

"Just go around that way." Rafe stops her, standing in front of her and taking the basket from her hands. "I'll drop off our stuff and meet you at the truck in a few, yeah?"

"Are you sure? I can come with you, you'll have a handful." Grace says, reaching out for the basket again.

"I'm sure. Just go around that way." He nods, pointing behind her to the emergency exit.

"Oh, okay. I'll meet you outside." Grace agrees, smiling at him thankfully before turning and taking the other exit which, thankfully, wasn't far.

Rafe turns as soon as the door shuts behind her, dropping the basket on the ground and picking up his club again.

He's pacing quickly over to where the boys and Nate's arm candy decided to set up, scowl clear as day on his face. "Nate!" He calls out as he gets closer, only allowing a moment for Nate to recognize him before he's tossing the driver into his left hand and swinging with his right, connecting his fist directly with that jerks nose.

Everyone in the immediate vicinity gasps as Rafe shakes out his fist, already cramping from the tension and impact. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" The girl asks, immediately reaching out for Nate who pushes her off.

"Don't touch me." He mutters, wiping his nose with his wrist, blood staining the crisp folded edges of the sleeve.

Rafe is staring at him as all his friends look between the two of them in shock. "I knew it was you who fucked with my car. I fucking knew it!" Nate says, raising his voice now as he glared at Rafe, staring him up and down.

"Maybe it was someone else who can see how much of a shitbag you are, have you ever considered that?" Rafe spits at him. "I bet you haven't, actually, because the only thing you can literally think about is yourself. You're a selfish prick."

"No, I know it was you." Nate shakes his head, scoffing. "What did I even do? You're the one who she cheated on me with! I'm innocent in this, not that either of you can get that through your thick skulls to realize that I am the one who was wronged."

"I've never touched her." Rafe says through gritted teeth. "If you knew her or cared about her you would have believed that when it came from her."

"Bullshit." Nate replies. "Anyway, tell your new girlfriend that we're even now."

"What does that mean?" Rafe ticks his jaw at this, knuckles white as they're wrapped around the grip of his golf club.

Nate laughs, shaking his head. "God, of course I'd have to spell it out for you..." He mutters. "Okay, fine. Tell her I... Cheated... Too." He says it slowly, mockingly, and Rafe sees red.

Before he processes anything, he's swinging the club at the boy in front of him, taking him down and then swinging again as he stands over him. He's quickly shoved back this time, dropping the club and catching a glimpse of one of the employees coming out to intervene just has he feels something hit his face. He's quick to pick up the club and run back, looking over his shoulder as he approaches his bag. He grabs it, throwing it over his shoulder and bolting out the emergency exit after Grace.

Grace is standing by the truck, reading a book she had in her bag, thinking to herself that she's glad she brought it just in case when she looks up at the sound of feet pounding into pavement. Rafe is running towards her, looking frantically over his shoulder.

"Rafe? What happened?" She asks, brow furrowed as she quickly closes her book. He throws his stuff in the bed of the truck and heads to the door.

"Hurry, just get in." He never intended to lash out on Nate like that, in all honestly he didn't even expect to throw the first punch- but that asshole made it impossible for him to resist.

"Are you okay? Oh my god, you're bleeding!" Grace exclaims, looking away from him to dig through her bag.

"I'm fine, I'm good." Rafe says, backing out of the parking spot and driving off quickly.

"No, no, it looks bad. Pull over somewhere." Grace tells him, pulling a couple napkins out of her bag and reaching out to hold them up to the cut on his jaw.

"I'm fine." Rafe says again, turning his head away. "I'll get you home and I'll deal with it."

Grace sighs, dropping her hands down again.

For the whole drive back to campus, it was silent. Grace didn't know what to say, despite having several questions, and Rafe didn't know how to say he was sorry or even explain what happened at all. He knew she wouldn't like it.

They pull up to the dorms and she gets out, grabbing her bag again and staring at him expectantly. "Get out."

"No, no I've got to-"

"Rafe, get out and come with me. We've got a first aid kit in our bathroom."

Rafe knows from the look on her face to not argue, sighing to himself and turning off the truck before getting out and following her upstairs.

She quickly uses her keycard to open the door, and pushes it open wide to let Rafe in with her. "Hey, Grace! How was your-" Her roommate starts to ask, stopping as she lays eyes on Rafe. "Oh! Holy shit, are you okay?"

"Olivia, this is Rafe." She introduces her quickly before Rafe can once again insist that he's fine. "Is the first aid kit still in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, I haven't touched it." Olivia stammers, looking shocked now.

"Thanks." Grace nods at her, dragging Rafe down the hall and into the bathroom by his hand. The way her palm is stretched around his is tense, he wished it didn't have to be that way.

She shuts the door behind them, digging around for the kit and pulling it out and opening it quickly. "I don't think you'll need stitches." She tells him, unwrapping gauze and alcohol wipes.

"I'm sorry." Rafe mumbles, surprised even to hear it from himself.

Grace pauses, looking up at him. Her eyes are soft again, she looks like herself, though the crease in her forehead has morphed from one of worry to one of confusion. "What? Don't be sorry."

"I am." Rafe replies, avoiding eye contact with her now.

"Well... What happened?" She asked, hesitantly continuing what she was doing.

"I, uh, Nate came in, and then I just-" Rafe explains and winces as Grace wipes off his cheek with a clean cloth. "I don't know... I didn't mean to, I guess."

"Is he okay?" Grace asks quietly.

"He'll be fine." Rafe clenches his jaw and she just nods a little bit. "Why do you even care?"

"He's a person, Rafe." She replies, delicately as possible trying to clean up the wound. "I mean, I know he hurt me, but that was superficial. I've loved him for years. I'd never want to see him in pain. But it happens, I suppose."

Rafe chews on the inside of his cheek as she talks. "You still love him?"

"Of course." She mumbles, almost embarrassed. "For now. One day that will change, I know that, but it's difficult to move on from the only love you've ever known."

"I'm sorry." Rafe says again. "I... I didn't know, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to try and talk some sense into him but he was with another girl and-"

"It's okay." Grace gives him a small smile. "Just... don't make a habit out of beating up my ex boyfriend, yeah?"

"One and done." Rafe promises, relaxed immensely by the forgiveness on her face.

"Thank you." She grins to herself, grabbing the alcohol wipe and brushing it over the area. "It's stopped bleeding, which is good. Now that it's cleaned up it doesn't look too bad."

"You should see the other guy." Rafe jokes, a slight tinge of pain in his tone as the alcohol gets into the cut.

"Oh, I'm sure." Grace chuckles, shaking her head. "Can I be honest with you for a sec? And you have to promise you'll never tell a soul."

"Of course." Rafe nods, smile fading as he's not sure what she'll say.

"You were kinda right." Grace blushes, giggling as she places a bandage over his cheek. From the confused expression on his face, she knows she'll have to explain. "It's... It's kinda small, I think." She whispers, face red now.

Rafe laughs, dropping his head back. "I knew it! I could just tell. And I knew you wouldn't have been embarrassed like that if I wasn't right."

"Shh, okay- never tell anyone." Grace giggles, holding a finger up to her lips. "I didn't tell you that, okay?"

"Nope, I didn't hear a thing." Rafe says, mock zipping his lips at that as he smiles down at the girl in front of him.

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@taznovembercelebration - Sweet

Look, it wasn't as if Taako liked Barry Bluejeans. That was a wild assumption to make straight off the back. This had layers. But if he needed evidence in like, a court situation, or something similar that totally wouldn't happen, where he needed to prove that Barry Bluejeans was awful and an absolute nerd and not good for Lup, he had three key points.

Number one: Lup had a bad taste in men. Granted, she said the same thing about him. But Lup had a very nasty history of choosing the guy whom Taako enjoyed being around the least. And that's not to say she needed to consult Taako every time she found someone new to date. Far from it! Actually, Taako was very glad she wasn't doing that. But from that guy who stole fifteen hundred dollars from them to the man who left the smell of cigars so deeply embedded in their sofa they had to get a new one, he was always very wary of whoever Lup was interested in next.

Number two: Barry was her colleague. From her job. Taako might not be an expert in the dating scene, but he was pretty sure that was a shitty idea. Sure, he seemed decent and nice at work, but who knew what this creep did in other places? Taako very much doubted that he volunteered at pet shelters or was working on curing cancer in his free time. The fact that he arrived in a large white van with zero windows besides the ones at the front seats definitely didn't help the vibe.

Taako didn't wish the man any harm. It was supposed to have been a quick drop-off- According to Lup, Barry hadn't been to work in the past few days due to his mother passing away. Understandable, normal. At least, probably normal, Taako wouldn't know. He was coming to give Lup the notes that he had for their project and then dip.

Platonically. Lup had very much stressed that this was platonic. Taako would have believed her if she hadn't stressed it so much that he started to doubt it.

Lup was still at work, of course, so Taako had to take them. Like a nice, kind brother would. She was making him chicken and dumplings later tonight so she wouldn't be in his debt. Again, totally normal sibling things.

So when Barry Bluejeans (Lup had to be fucking with him) knocked on their door, Taako answered.

Number three: Just like, look at the guy. He looked like a depressed oatmeal cookie. He looked like a grown-up Pillsbury Doughboy in jeans. He looked like if every Hallmark loser boyfriend was stuffed into one guy.

"Uhm, hey," Barry said. He sniffled a little. His eyes were red-rimmed. "This is for Lup."

He held out a thick, bright orange binder. Taako took it and almost, almost, faltered under the weight. Damn, scientists all must have some sick gains to be carrying around shit like this with them. But Taako took it and stood straight, trying not to look like he hadn't worked out since he barely passed his high school gym class.

"I'll get it to her," Taako said. Barry nodded, looking down at his feet instead of at Taako. Taako was strongly reminded of a kicked puppy.

"Thanks," Barry said, pathetically.

He didn't move. Neither did Taako. Barry looked up slightly, caught eye contact for half a second, and then looked down again.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna get going," Barry said.

Thirty minutes later, Barry was sitting on Taako and Lup's new sofa and crying. Taako was patting his arm. There was a tub of ice cream in between them. Technically, Lup had told him not to eat it, because it was hers, but technically, this was an extenuating circumstance.

"I'm sorry," Barry said, wiping his eyes with one of the dozens of tissues Taako had given him. "I'll- I should get going-"

"You have said that three times in the last half hour, my man," Taako said. "Just accept that we're gonna eat all this ice cream and move on with it."

"Right," Barry said, with another sad sniffle. "I'm sorry, I'm not normally like this-"

"Uh-huh."

"It's just been really hard recently and I know I need to get back to work, but it's hard-"

"For sure."

"But I don't want Lup to have to do this project alone," he said. "That'd be super shitty of me. I just- I don't know what to do. Y'know?"

Taako did not, in fact, know. But he nodded anyway because the talking seemed to be helping.

"Listen," Taako said, slinging his arm around Barry's shoulders. "You're a tough little oatmeal cookie-"

"Th- thank you??"

"And I'm sure you'll get by just fine," Taako continued. "But you're right, leaving Lup to do all the work would be super shitty of you. No doubt. So maybe you can, uh, get out there and, uhm, make your mamma proud. Or whatever. Something like that. Not that she's already not proud of you. Or, uh, that she wasn't."

This was hard. Taako was bad at emotions. What about this guy made Taako want to comfort him instead of just shutting the door? Maybe Barry was an evil wizard using magic spells to lure both him and Lup into a false sense of security before he killed them or something.

"You think so?" Barry said, with such yearning and sweetness that Taako swore he was going to get a toothache. Lup liked this guy? This was the man Lup thought was funny and handsome, in a totally platonic and normal way, thank you very much Taako? This unseasoned piece of chicken eating all their ice cream and making his way through their issues?

He didn't sound like an evil wizard, that was for sure.

"Sure," Taako said easily. "I think that's how it works."

"Thank you," Barry said, his voice wobbly. "That'- that means a lot, Tah-ko."

"Taako," Taako corrected, patting him on the arm. "I'm gonna go get more ice cream. Gimme like, a hot sec and I'll be right back."

He got up from the couch and ducked into the kitchen before pulling his phone out. He shot Lup a text that said,

What are the chances that Barry Bluejeans is an evil sorcerer who runs off ice cream?

For someone who was at work, Lup replied very quickly with a,

Eight percent. He's too sweet to be a completely evil wizard. Maybe like, neutral evil, at most? Also, he's lactose intolerant.

"Goddamnit," Taako muttered.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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The Edward Will Cheat on Bella Post

I’m tired of these asks in my inbox.

Also helping, @therealvinelle and I have taken a stab at several fics where this happens. Which helps in documenting the madness in a way that you people won’t get up in arms over.

Required reading: why Edward even likes Bella.

Situation One: Edward Gets Desperate

For the Love of a Woman, Prima Nocta, Two Men and a Baby

Slightly different setups in each, but the song remains the same. As Bella and Edward’s wedding approaches, Edward faces the unenviable likelihood of Bella’s death at his hand (or, well, his penis).

The odds are not good that Bella will survive this, and, if she does, that she can remain human in the immediate aftermath.

However, it’s the only leverage he has left to keep her human.

Per the end of New Moon, Carlisle has made his decision. While Edward stalled her by promising to turn her himself, he wasted that promise on the marriage. Now, the only thing he has left to offer her is the sexual intercourse that she wants (in part because she’s terrified that she’ll turn into this husk who only wants blood and nothing else.)

Now, in canon, Edward chooses to take the risk and make love to her presumably without practicing first (if he did then, ah, Bella never caught him and it’s one of the dirty secrets that the Cullens will never speak of.)

It’s not inconceivable that he could have pursued other options.

Say Jacob came back a little sooner, learned what would happen to Bella a little sooner, and confronts Edward. Edward can then pitch his “fuck my wife” plan to Jacob again, and this time Jacob might listen. Which leads to a comedy of errors in which Edward and Jacob have a torrid affair to convince Bella to let Jacob bang her while Edward takes Jacob holds her hand.

Edward and Jacob would convince themselves that they both do not have romantic feelings for one another and that this is not cheating.

The other course is that Edward goes to the Denali in secret where he is either provided human lovers or gets to practice with Tanya.

And of course, then there’s Edward not going to the Denali in secret, and Bella watches as he has sex with Tanya and Eleazar.

There’s also the version where Edward somehow gets Carlisle to sleep with his wife instead, but that’s a different story.

Point is, as the walls close in, and Edward finds himself a man sweating bullets above two red buttons, one labeled “Turn Bella” the other “Cheat on Your Wife”, I am not unconvinced that he would have pressed that “Cheat on Your Wife” button.

Situation Two: Post Breaking Dawn

Leech in the Rain

Now, Edward hasn’t cheated on Bella per Leech in the Rain, but the setup is there.

Why is that?

All the things he loved about Bella are gone. Her warmth, her blush, her human frailty. What Edward says he likes of Bella’s personality is a woman who doesn’t exist, and oftentimes he bemoans that she confuses him, her stubbornness irritates him and gets in his way, and every true part of her he ever sees is a flaw.

Take away everything Edward loved about Bella, and you’re presented with Bella Cullen, who is now his wife for eternity.

I imagine, for all Edward wouldn’t admit it or consciously realized it without some catalyst, he’d grow tired of Bella and tired of this act of being her loving husband when he’s no longer in love with her.

Edward now has the life he never wanted of a vampire wife, a vampire daughter who could very well cause great distress by not playing along and marrying her babysitter and living this life that didn’t change the way he thought it would when he found love.

He’s still the eternal son, eternally the youngest, attending high school. He just has to act like he’s in love all the time as well.

Given enough time, and I suspect it wouldn’t be very long, and Edward will begin to chafe at this. Just as vampirism didn’t cure Bella’s depression, Bella Swan won’t cure Edward’s. They both sought answers to life, the universe, and everything in this single person. Edward related her to a comet that blinded him to all other things in the world, finally brightening his endless nights, and now she’s... not that anymore.

And is instead someone who acts desperately needy. Always someone who needs confirmation that he loves her, yes he truly loves her. No, he doesn’t miss her flush at all, yes her being a vampire is so much better. Yes, Bella, he loves her.

If he’s truly on the up and up (which I doubt) then he’d even begin to resent her for paying so little attention to Renesmee. Does he want to pay attention to Renesmee? No, that’s what Jacob’s for. However, Bella as the woman he fell in love with, should be making more time for her own daughter. He doesn’t know this person who only seems to want or need Edward (yes he does, he married her.)

And I imagine that...

A number of things could happen.

He Commiserates with Tanya

The family visits the Denali. Tanya asks how his marriage with Bella is going. Edward says at first it’s fine and then admits it’s not so fine. He doesn’t know what’s wrong but becoming a vampire changed Bella fundamentally and there’s just something missing between them.

The spark is gone.

Everything Edward thought he’d have forever turned out to be only when she was human. And he wasted six months of that precious time running away.

Tanya offers her comfort and while Edward might decline, depending how persuasive she is, he might take her up on it. Especially as with her experience, she may offer a sexual experience that Edward knows won’t be subpar (which by all accounts is what he has with Bella, yes, I have a meta for this, no I can’t find it at the moment, just remember they have soundless tepid sex even after being turned and imagine how that must have gone)

Edward then finds himself having a torrid affair as he becomes the protagonist of one of those angsty existential dramas where a married man has a torrid affair seeking life outside of his cripplingly boring marriage.

He Smells a Smell

There it is.

A scent that is likely not quite as divine as Bella Swan’s but is achingly similar. Suddenly, Edward is young again. He remembers seeing Bella for the first time, all the anguish and sweet sorrow he went through, and he feels that spark of life return.

He finds himself fascinated by this new person.

He follows them in their thoughts, the thoughts of those around them, and finds himself talking to them to recapture himself.

As Bella becomes a wreck over this, seeing the writing on the wall, Edward feels more accused and becomes more belligerent. This screaming woman accusing him of lusting after high school girls is not the woman he married!

He’s just befriending her, that’s all.

Along the way, it becomes clear that Edward’s not befriending her, even to himself, he’s seducing this girl.

Jasper points this out to him, Edward is flustered and denies it, but doesn’t relent either and refuses to move away from the town and...

Well, we could keep going. However, I imagine it’s not pretty.

Is It Guaranteed to Happen?

No, however, I will say given the trajectory I see for Edward and Bella’s marriage. Something will happen to them, and that something could very well be this.

Living long enough, with enough time, should something unfortunate not happen to them prior... this will probably be the outcome.

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gx-gameon · 1 day

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Episode 39

Okay one thing I really love about Gx is it hard commutes to the idea of a duel spirit world. I didn’t realize just how early that commutes to it. Like it’s mentioned in DM. But I love that all the different archetypes in Gx have like their own mini part of the spirit world and how much the Spirit world is crossing over. (Again this school is on a ley line)

Atticus is moving

The fact that all the dark scorpions are just hang out on campus and have been doing jobs there is actually really fun

Chazz sleeping with ear plugs is such a move.

Chazz going detective mode is so fun especially since he used his Ojama cards as spy’s. I love that the weak spirits he was so embarrassed by are now helping him and he’s proudly declaring it.

Anytime someone plays ‘themselves’ cures my depression. It’s so silly. All these people just ran into the field.

They also just attacked Chazz with real weapons

They all just ran off the field. This is so ridiculous

The Obama brothers just chilling on their field so they can’t run back out.

And the first time we get Ojama King. I love how much Chazz has taken to the Ojama cards

“Chazz seemed concerned. Wonder why?” It’s because he just gained 5 new roommates which explains the earbuds.

For someone who is so embarrassed by taking to spirits. He sure takes in a lot of strays. Like these were Shadow Riders he could have thrown them down the well but he kept them and gave them a home.

It’s a crime this isn’t the Chazz we have by season 3 (he hasn’t changed he just doesn’t get to shine) having him Jaden and Jesse running around with spirits would have been an event.

Oh well that’s what post cannon arcs are for.

Episode 40

It’s the Egyptian Pharaoh episode

The little hand drawn pictures of Yugi and Seto in Professor Banner’ official presentation to his class made me laugh so loud I scared my dog. Like my dude there are so many pictures of them you could have used. Why did you hand draw them?

Jaden had to listen to his class thirst for his dads and uncles and aunts. Some kid just called out Mai Valentine and Jaden has to be rolling his eyes so hard

They just brought up ancient Egypt and the ‘best duelist’ and Jaden is ready for Atem’s name. The Ishtar family had been working hard to reveal the true history of Duel monsters and Egypt so his Uncles first life had gotten some fame to it.

But they pull out Abidos, someone Jaden has never heard of, and say he was undefeated? Jaden is absolutely texting Atem later to ask about this guy.

Okay Jaden and Chazz are brothers. Chazz just sassed him with “sure and then you’d beat Yugi and Kaiba to.” And Jaden just played it straight and teased Chazz till he gets put in ahead lock. This is peak brother behavior

Alexis and Zane are still each other confidants. I wish this continued on later seasons. Their season 1 relationship is so cute.

They were just attacked by mummies.

Never mind he doesn’t have to text Atem because he and his friends just got spirited away on Abidos’s spirit ship.

Sigh…Why does everyone have to make a sexist remark to Alexis.

Jaden instantly volunteering to duel.

Chazz “ya ya it’s not our first shadow game.” And the. Throwing Jaden Syrus’s duel disk. (Once again peak brothers)

Jaden is being so disrespectful. He grew up around a pharaoh. It’s hard to look at a Pharaoh as a god on earth when he’s seen Atem when he’s sleep deprived and isn’t processing anything. He knows they are human.

He just stabbed Jaden with a spear.

Love all the H.E.R.O. Cards in this duel.

Jaden is so happy to be playing. This man has talked down to him the whole time and just got his deck mocked as weak. But hes just here for a good time and a challenge

Which Abidos is not providing. “You can’t attack me!” Oh baby no one ever actually played with you did they? Flashback confirmed.

Jaden, you sweet boy. “Let’s start your first real duel right now!” He’s so nice to him.

Ohh Jaden just got hit hard.

Jaden compliments him and his dueling right before he beats him.

“I was thinking you could come back with me. Your to good for this place. Come back with me to my kingdom (the afterlife) and I promise you power and fame.” All while holding his hand. Abidos met someone who finally treated him like a regular person and wanted to play and proposed to him because that is what that is.

(Chazz’s only concern being that he can have Jaden’s room. Absolute sibling coded)

Jaden absolutely called Atem after this and told him everything that happened. Atem knew off Abidos. He is older than Atem and he had heard all about the dueling fake from his father and court. It was a cautionary tale to the royal family to always make sure their strength was true. Abidos was luck to rule at a time when Egypt was peaceful.

Hearing that the man came to this world and fought Jaden is concerning but no more so than any of the other shadow riders.

No the concerning part is that this man proposes to Jaden and offered to take him to the afterlife. If he had the magic power to get to the realm of the living he could absolutely drag Jaden to the afterlife. What would they have done if Abidos didn’t take Jaden’s no as an answer?

Atem reaches out to Mahad and asks him to seek out Abidos in the afterlife. Wanting to make sure this won’t be a problem later.

Abidos is in the Egyptian afterlife but his time period is in a different spot than Atem and his father. (They’re like neighboring kingdoms that way all the pharaoh family’s kinda have their own setup.)

Abidos is sitting there pinning and wondering how he can insure that Jaden will come to the Egyptian afterlife. He doesn’t want to speed up his friends journey through life or shorten it. But he doesn’t want to make sure Jaden chooses to come to the Egyptian afterlife.

Mahad and Mana’s visit is the best possible thing for him. They know Jaden? Jaden has a connection to Egypt? Jadne has family in Egypt? This is the best news ever.

Long story short Abidos starts hanging around with Aknamkanon and Atem’s court. They all watch over Jadne together. Aknamkanon and the court are thrilled to have someone around who has met and dueled Jaden. Abidos is pumped to have people who know Jaden and to have a way to watch over him. He also starts learning how to duel from Set, Mahad, Mana, and Aknamkanon. He wants to be a challenge for Jaden when he arrives. He has the time to train and he’s going to use it. (He might also need to challenge some people to a duel for Jaden but that’s another conversation that won’t matter till the Gx cast is dead)

Episode 41

Finally an Atticus and Alexis episode!!

Baby Alexis and Atticus designs

Sigh. Alexis has been kidnapped again.

Zane cradling Atticus is wild. So cute.

Crowler thinking this is happening because he never paid titan. This is great.

Alexis is back. She’s dueling for her brother memory. I love seeing her shine finally

Titan is a real shadow duelist now and Alexis is surrounded by darkness so she can’t see his field which is a nice gimmick

We are in episode 41 and it’s Alexis’s first Shadow duel. I love all the Jaden content but can we let the other cast members do something??

Atticus reaching for Alexis because they can’t see her as Jaden supports him. Very sweet.

Alexis don’t just give up. Thank you for calling out Atticus. Love the sibling dynamics

The shadow creatures that come to eat him are super disturbing and the kids all just watched that and were like ya that just happened… moving on.

They bing up the other missing students in season 4 right. Because like Atticus just said he went with several students but he’s to only one backs

Also the reveal that Professor banner is in on the madness is a great reveal.

I will say this episode is another on that really highlights the differences between GX and DM.

In DM when the gang couldn’t see Yugi’s duel against Pegasus they used their ‘power of friendship’ to protect Yugi from Pegasus shadow magic. Which is silly but like at least they did something. The Gx cast will just stand there and make witty banter or talk crap. About Jaden about the opponent.

In battle city when Mai and Hoey had their shadow games Yugi/Atem did everything they could to be present and supportive. Atem even used his own body to block the blast from hitting Mai and Joey. so to see Alexis in a dark bubble and all of the cast just standing there like ‘well wait this out.’ Is a super different vibe. There isn’t a lot they could do but they are also not really trying anything. Tristian ran into the shadow bubble to try and get to Yugi.

It’s just different which is a good and bad things.

The bonds in Gx just aren’t as strong as the DM cast of the 5Ds cast. Like it’s no wonder season 3 happens.

I am happy that someone beside Jaden finally fought and won against the shadow riders. Way to go Chazz and Alexis

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