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[darqkrafts]

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[doodling-doodle]

Doodle

Where is part four of He's Not Dead But Still Gone?

Doodle

It's time for angst again

It's been a minute!

I will say... this is the last part, and y'all are finally getting a happy ending.

Don't kill me for waiting for so long.

It had been about two weeks since they got there. Since Kyle saw Dad for the first time in years.

He still wasn't sure about it. He had frequent calls with his therapist to stay calm, Alex was talking with him, admitting that he was also struggling with seeing him again.

Lilith was also helpful, offering to come down and see him, spend a few days with him. He was considering it. Just to get away from it for a few days

This was the first time he spent more then a weeks with the whole 141 since his and Alex's wedding. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, especially with not even seeing Ghost and Soap for more then a few days a year in the last seven years. But, it was nice seeing them. He missed them and they missed him.

But... His dad just seemed like a husk. He was there. He was him. He was how he remembered mostly. But he didn't remember him.

And he was more broken every time he looked at him.

But, every night... He would be on that bench by the water, and John would come out with him. To talk with him.

He was slowly realizing that he did want to talk to him. He did want him back in his life.

Alex was right. It was fine... Even if they didn't have the same relationship as they did before, it was fine.

He wished he didn't doubt him. Why did he in the first place?

Now he was going back to the hotel room, in near tears, because he was scared if Alex would say anything, get mad at him for doubting him.

He remembered his break down from years before, when everything was at it's peak, when he ended up in a mental hospital for a week after wreaking their room on base, giving Alex bruises in the process. Alex had told him what had happened that day, even in not great detail... but it was enough.

Alex was trying to hold him still, stop him from taking another picture frame and breaking it, from hurting either of them. He had punched Alex while getting out of his grip, and then ended up breaking another frame, smashing it on the desk and sending shards everywhere.

Alex radioed Laswell to get medics, who ran in and forced him down to sedate him, then took Alex to the med bay with him to treat his wounds.

He remembered being put into the car to go to the hospital, looking out the window to see Alex watching the car as it left the base. He cried his eyes out, not even able to say goodbye to him before he was put in the hospital, not having his phone to contact anyone. He would sit in his room, sobbing in his freezing bed, hugging a pillow and trying to pretend it was Alex.

He remembered being released, and being escorted out of the hospital, seeing Alex leaning on his car, bruises and stitches on his arms. He had started sobbing there and then, then bawling as Alex pulled him into his arms.

He said "I'm sorry." too many times to count.

Alex said "It's okay." too many times to count.

He always remembered it. He was scared about it happening again. He was scared about Alex's reaction if it were to happen again...

He shakily went into their hotel room, Alex just getting ready for bed as he walked in, turning to him and smiling softly.

"How'd it go?" He asked

"U-uh... fine. Still not remembering anything but he's at least it's... something."

"Good. Anything else? About anything?"

"No..."

"Your shaking."

He hated how eagle eyed Alex was sometimes.

"What's going on?" Alex asked, holding his hands softly.

"I-I... I didn't believe you..."

"About Price?"

He nodded, tearing up again as Alex pulled him to the bed.

"You were hurt, baby. Badly. You were left with thinking that he didn't love you anymore. And you couldn't bare seeing him. I don't care if I was right or not. I just care if your okay. If your happy. I don't want you to have another breakdown. Seeing him... has probably brought up more things from those years then before. You are so strong for seeing him, even if you weren't expecting it. I don't care if you didn't believe me. Because you thought it was too wishful. And I don't blame you."

Kyle nodded softly, a little relived, but still sobbing and shaking, "I'm sorry..."

"Kyle, look at me." Alex said softly, and Kyle looked up, tears running down his face.

"You don't have to apologize. Just... happy that it went better then you thought it would."

"I-I don't want to go back to the hospital..."

"You won't." He softly kissed Kyle's head, holding him close and laying him down in bed, "Go to sleep, baby. We can... talk about it when your calmer."

He managed to fall asleep. Laying in warmth, Alex holding him in his arms and him wrapping himself around Alex.

He was safe... He was home.

The next day...

John sighed as he woke up, Phil still sound asleep in bed next to him.

He always liked to look at Phil in the light of the sunrise. His hair would turn golden, his skin would glow, and when he would open his eyes, they would shine so beautifully...

Phil talked about all that was going on while he was in a coma... God, he wished so many things went differently, so many people wouldn't be hurt... Kyle wouldn't have left. Maybe.

He could have walked him down the aisle.

But wishing would do nothing... He just fucking wanted to tell Kyle, but... whenever they were on the bench, it would only be thirty minutes.

But maybe tonight... Tonight he would tell Kyle the truth.

"Your thinking." Phil said, making him look back to the bed, seeing him sitting up slightly, "What's going on?"

"I need to tell Kyle..." He said, sighing.

"It'll be good, John. He just wants you to love him."

"I know... I'm just worried about him. He's not the boy I remember..."

"It really shattered him, John. He's gone through a lot of therapy to even get to this point... And he had to have even more appointments since that day. Three times a week for the first few years, Alex would take him to a rage room at least once a week for months... Knowing that he's still your son, that you still love him. It would either make it better or break him. But you won't know until you tell him."

John nodded, sighing, looking back at Phil as he picked up his phone, seeing a text from Alex.

"Alex and Kyle are getting breakfast downstairs. Johnny and Simon are with him. You wanna go and find them?"

"Yeah... Let's go."

Breakfast went fine, they were talking about the weddings and everything. John's memory got brought up, which is when Kyle got silent.

"You alright, Kyle?" Johnny asked.

"Yeah- Yeah sorry, just... zoned out for a second." He said, and perfectly on cue, he got a call, "I'll be back." He stood, picking up the call from Lilith and walking out of the dining area in the hotel.

Alex sighed quietly, but decided to say nothing. Kyle was not in the headspace for dealing with anymore stress. But it was probably just Kaida checking on him.

Ghost decided to change the subject back to the wedding, which was in two weeks.

It just... Had to go right. Hope for the best.

Kyle seemed a little distant for the rest of the day all the way to dinner.

But he still went out to the bench to wait for John.

"There you are." John said as he walked up, sitting next to him, "How are you?"

"Fine.. You?"

"Been fine... Can I ask how you... know Simon and Johnny?" He was just... trying to see what life Kyle had come up with. If he had at all.

"Well..." He paused, clearly having to think about it, "Alex and I did some work with the 141 a while back. While you were in the coma."

"You kept in touch?"

"My team has... connections. When it comes to gear and weapons. Decided to keep in touch in case they needed anything... ended up becoming friends."

"I assume that said 'connections' are classified, though?"

"Very."

"Understood."

Kyle sighed, looking back out to the water. He wasn't wearing his mask anymore, at all around him, which he thought was a good sign.

"I, uh... I wish I met you earlier, sir." Kyle said, "Your a very good captain. A good man..." He was tearing up, and it made John tear up too. But he didn't see it.

He didn't want John to see it. To question it. No matter how much he wanted to say, "Dad" he didn't. He knew that it would make it worse again. He didn't want to go back to what it was seven years ago.

But... then John spoke.

"Kyle... Please look at me."

No. He was dreaming. This was a joke.

"Gaz. Kyle. Look at me. Please."

This was a fucking joke. A cruel fucking joke.

But he looked over slowly, seeing John looking at him genuinely.

"Son. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took so long for me to remember you, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I didn't know where to start. How to tell you. But... I remember you. I finally looked at the pictures you left me, two years ago. I remembered everything. Phil had the pictures of just before Alex proposed to you... I'm sorry I never walked you down the aisle. I'm sorry I couldn't be at the wedding. I promised I would, then I never did... I knew you never wanted to see me. So I never reached out. No matter how much I wanted to..." He sighed, looking Kyle in his tear-soaked eyes.

"All I want... is for you to know I love you. That I remember you. That I want you at Phil and I's wedding. But if you don't want that. If your don't want me in your life. I will not force it."

He started sobbing, shaking his head in disbelief, "Dad...?"

"It's me, Kyle... Your my son."

He started crying, jumping into John's arms as he cried his eyes out.

His heart truly started to heal, after so many years.

"Dad...!"

"It's me... It's okay, my boy. I'm here now. Your okay."

He just cried so hard until he couldn't anymore. John held him for so long, even after he stopped crying.

"I'm sorry, dad..."

"You don't need to be."

"I-I was so fucking cold to you..."

"You were hurt. By me. I hurt you... so bad."

"I-"

"Kyle. No. You don't need to be sorry. I promise. All you need is to tell me what you want. Do you want me in your life after the wedding or not?"

"I-I want you! Please, dad, please- I want you in my life!"

"Then I'll be here." He said, pulling Kyle's face out of his shoulder, wiping the tears off his face, smiling, "I'll be right here. You'll be at the wedding... Right?"

He nodded frantically.

"Why don't you bring Lilith too? I'd love to meet the woman."

He sniffed, "I will..."

"Good. Now... Why don't you go off to bed? You can calm down, get some rest, and we can let the others know, okay?"

Kyle nodded, finally pulling away from him, "G-Goodnight, dad..." He said, standing and going back to the hotel.

He tried to make it look like he as okay before he got to the room, shakily opening the door.

"There you are- Baby?" Alex said, quickly standing when he saw that Kyle's eyes were so bloodshot, and his face was wet with tears, "What happened- Are you hurt?!"

"No-No...'

"What's going on, baby?"

"D-Dad... Dad..." He sobbed again, falling into Alex's arms, "Dad remembers me...!" He said, crying into Alex's chest, "He remembers us!!"

Alex was hit with shock and relief so fast that it gave him whiplash. He teared up himself, smiling softly, "Good... Fuck- that's great..." He said, kissing Kyle's forehead, "That's... Fucking. Amazing." He shook his head, sobbing as he took both of them to the bed, holding onto Kyle as they both cried.

Kyle was just exhausted from crying. He was crying so hard and for so long, and it was just so done with the day, even if this was great news.

"Let's just... get to bed, okay?" Alex asked, "We can... take care of the rest in the morning. Talk to Price. Tell the others..."

Kyle nodded, and they both laid down, holding each other as they fell asleep, finally happy and enjoying being there.

The next day...

"Holy shit." Simon said when he checked his phone, "John told Kyle last night."

"He did?" Johnny asked, a little shocked.

"Kyle texted me earlier. John told him everything last night. They're all talking about it right now."

"You think he and Alex are okay?"

"I'm sure. Probably just shocked..." He sighed, "Come on, let's go get breakfast."

They were alone for the first few minutes, but when the others finally came to see them, Kyle was genuinely smiling for the first time in a while.

It was... finally okay. They wouldn't be back in the 141, but, they finally started to be a family again.

It was okay. They were all okay.

They could all heal a little more.

Kyle had his dad back. and he didn't want to lose him again.

Ever.

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #john price #phillip graves #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #Kaida “Lilith” Masaki (OC) #kate laswell #He's not dead but still gone #gazalex #alexgaz #price x graves #graves x price #ghoap

[queeniecook]

February 16

Lilith Vatore is on her nightly walk around Forgotten Hollow. There’s one place she usually avoids most nights but tonight she stops in front of the looming structure.

She stares at Straud Mansion, briefly wondering why The Count felt he needed a four story home to himself. Something seems different about the place. The lights. The decorative lights along the eaves. They’re a simple white but it’s not The Count’s style. It makes Lilith wonder if perhaps Vladislaus has female company. This thought for some reason takes her back in time in her memories.

“Caleb, where are you going? I wish to finish our stroll.” Lilith calls her brother, who is running down the path.

“Mother said our company is arriving tonight. It is polite to greet them when they reach the grounds.” He calls back to his sister before disappearing around a corner.

Lilith huffs in a unlady like manner and proceeds to finish her walk by herself. Caleb has always been more of a social person than she. Lilith doesn’t care to change this fact either.

Upon arriving home, Lilith finds her brother talking to a young female. There’s something Lilith instantly doesn’t like about the woman but she keeps her thoughts to herself. Instead, she plays the part she’s supposed to play. She welcomes Miss Helena DiMera to their home. It doesn’t escape her that Miss DiMera is single. Mr. and Mrs. Vatore have been seeking spouses for their children for some time.

Lilith is snapped out of her thoughts when she hears a neighborhood bat whizz by her ear. She swears the creatures are getting braver each night.

Back home she works on training Jackson. Not all of it is physical, she’s been explaining the rules he’s expected to follow if he wishes to remain existing.

She readies herself for bed, she feels tonight might be a night she finally needs sleep. Sometimes, Lilith just enjoys putting on something soft and laying in her bed. It reminds her of being human. She looks at the painting hanging above her bed. Caleb bought it for her in Milan years ago. That’s the only reason she keeps it, she tells herself. It reminds her of someone.

That thought takes her back into her past. To that fateful night.

Miss Dimera’s visit had been going well until that night. She had shown herself to be a well mannered lady. She had accompanied Caleb to a play in Willow Creek. She had even gone with Lilith and Mrs. Vatore to visit the boutiques in Newcrest. Everything was normal.

Until Lilith walked in and saw Helena DiMera sucking the blood out of her brother’s neck.

Lilith stopped in her tracks, frozen still. She opened her mouth to yell but nothing came out. She watched Caleb in the arms of Helena, he seemed in a trance almost. Lilith could hear and feel her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“Let him go!” Lilith finally screamed.

Helena froze and released Caleb, holding onto him somehow with one arm. “Hello, Lilith.” She greeted in a eerie tone. “I was not expecting anyone to return yet.”

Lilith didn’t respond, she just looked her brother who was standing only with Helena’s support. His eyes were closed, he looked clammy. His breathing was ragged. Lilith was starting to put everything together in her head. “You are a vampire.”

Helena looked at her surprised but smiled, Caleb’s blood around her lips. “Yes. I am quite surprised you realize this. I may have underestimated this family.”

“You are…turning him?” Lilith questions slowly. It had been a while since she had read her books on the supernatural. Books she had to purchase in private from the local book store clerk, Mr. Potter. Books that her parents would burn if they found them.

“I fancy your brother.” Helena admits, moving Caleb to place him into a chair. She bites her wrist, looking Lilith dead in the eye while she does it. She wouldn’t mind having a little taste of Lilith as well. Maybe later.

Lilith gasps softly but remains silent. She doubts she can stop Helena but even if she’s able to, Caleb would be gone forever. She selfishly doesn’t want that to happen. Her brother is the only one in the entire world that accepts Lilith for who she is. He doesn’t judge her for reading books she shouldn’t. He doesn’t tell her she can’t wear pants or ride horses. He doesn’t tell her she’s crazy for wanting to fall in love before getting married.

All that brought her to the Straud Mansion. Count Vladislaus Straud IV has lived in Forgotten Hollow longer than The Vatore family. She remembers passing by his massive home the first day they arrived in the town when she was only five. Most people avoid him in town, even though a statue of his ancestor is smack in the middle of their town park. Lilith had always found it odd how the statue looks exactly like him. Then she began studying him from afar. Seeing he only comes out at night. How pale his skin is. How he never seemed to change.

She showed up on his doorstep, tears streaking her cheeks but she held herself together. To her shock, he actually let her in.

“I am sure you have heard we have had a visitor.” Lilith starts softly. She didn’t want to just come out and say what she wants. What she needs.

“I am well aware of your visitor and who she is.” Vladislaus tells her, to her surprise. “I think I know why you are here.”

Lilith stares at him for a long moment, deep down it all clicked. “She turned my brother.”

In a odd move, odd to Lilith anyway, the Count places his hands on his hips and shakes his head slightly. “I have made few mistakes in my existence and Miss Hellena DiMera is one of them.”

Lilith blinks, not sure what to say.

“You want to become a vampire to be with your brother.” Vladislaus supplies for the young woman beside him.

“Correct. He has always been there for me. I do not want him to be alone nor do I wish to lose him forever.” She admits with a sigh. She briefly thinks of her parents, she doesn’t know how to handle them after this.

The Count debates within himself. He has sworn off turning anyone since Helena DiMera. Somehow, she had turned out more evil than even him. He hadn’t seen it coming. He looks at Lilith Vatore, who he can tell has good intentions. He knows she’s been watching him, that’s how she’s figured out what he is. “Very well.”

Valdislaus first explains certain things to Lilith before he offers his hand to her to stand up. She quickly takes it and he pulls her to him. Neither of them were prepared for the slight spark that shot through their bodies when they came close to each other.

The bite hurt until it didn’t. Lilith will never tell anyone that she started to enjoy it. Vladislaus let her go, intending to guide her to the couch.

Her knees buckled and he held her steady. Sweat was starting to drip down her brow as she felt the bite on her neck burn. “I will train you.” Vladislaus tells the young soon to be vampire in her arms.

Hopefully, he could get Caleb out of Miss DiMera’s clutches as well and train him. He would rather have them under his tutelage than anyone else’s. He didn’t need two newborns running around, causing havoc.

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #lilith vatore #caleb vatore #vladislaus straud #miss hell #yes I got Miss Hell's name from two villian soap opera families xD #An odd thing happened when Lilith and Vlad were together #they were instantly attracted to each other #I had no hand it in it #ts 4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling #generation 2 #ts4 vampires #forgotten hollow #ts 4 #sims 4 #jackson kumar #I had a word vomit today #the story wouldn't stop

[pogidoow]

Could you possibly do some more of your headcannons? I just love reading them lol . Also love your writing

Thank youuu <3 I can try haha I'll write them like the last time (with some examples from the fic so spoilers ahead)

Frozen!Ghost

- I mentioned previously that he was soft for the right person – it’s because he’s not used to affection in any way so he needs time to adjust to it once he gets it; the same way, he’s just careful not to do something wrong because he’s experienced bad shit in the past and doesn’t want to be anything like the people from his past (we see this in detail in chapter 17/18 with his panic attacks)

- deals with trauma on his own, sometimes he’ll share something with Price - he sees him as a father figure but won’t ever admit it to himself; similarly, Soap reminds him of Tommy so he’ll occasionally tell him something Soap can relate with, making sure Soap knows he’s not alone when going through stuff (it’ll be something simple, like Soap saying he misses home and Simon will just start talking about this place back in Manchester he always visits so Soap knows he isn’t the only one being nostalgic)

- introvert - talking to people takes a lot of energy from him but he likes the company and prefers to just be there with the group even if he’s just sitting there in silence

- bad sleeper but sleeps better if he shares the bed with someone who he feels safe with (Soap in Russia, Frost in the team-building house/hotel)

- unlike Frost, he doesn’t actually enjoy violence, he doesn’t get the same high that Frost gets; in fact, he’d like to be as far from violent as possible because sudden movements are sometimes a trigger for him

Frozen!Soap

- loves to listen to and share music with his favorite people - it helps him quiet the thoughts down; can bop to any song, can get lost in any song

- terrified of loss/losing someone (thanatophobia)

- he’s very respectful of other people’s opinions, wishes etc. BUT his urge to protect often prevails and he breaks promises out of irrational fears/worry (checking on Frost in Mexico when she asked him not to)

- loves giving and receiving compliments (hence he still continues to give compliments to Frost despite Jazz, it’s more endearing than flirty)

- bad at keeping secrets - if he gets too excited, he will unintentionally blabber out a secret mid-convo then stop himself abruptly with an internal “Uh-oh”

- troublemaker if instigated by the right person (Gaz)

Frozen!Price

- protective of the whole team but has a sweet spot for Frost (not gonna tell you why just yet)

- I don’t know why but this man loves mashed potatoes, I just had to put it out there

- mostly listens to rock classics like ZZ Top, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Dire Straits… during one of the missions (before Frost joined), Livin’ on a prayer came on the radio and he got carried away while driving and started singing it from top of his lungs. Now, Gaz and Soap scream it into his ear every time the song comes on. He never sang in front of them again and he never will

- doesn’t talk about his family a lot or his emotions unless something just clicks and he automatically opens up (his talk with Frost before she was sent to join Las Cuchillas)

- he’s not the biggest fan of working out, has to really discipline himself to get up and go unless he has a group session with the team, then he gets competitive and motivated

Frozen!Gaz

this boy oh my god, I love this boy

- shameless, “I don’t give a fuck” type of guy

- respectful if respected

- temperamental, quick to anger but calms down immediately if needed - especially when watching football or talking about it

- 70% extrovert, 30% introvert – loves hanging out with people, enjoys alone time (uses it productively)

- love language: quality time, acts of service, physical touch; on the other hand, loves to hear words of affirmation from Lils

- easily convinced to do anything in free time – you can enter his room at any time of the day, tell him what you’re up to and he’ll probably jump up from his bed and join you

 - doesn’t like injustice but he'll turn a blind eye if he’s the one doing it (actually canon in MW 2019)

- kind and considerate, very open minded

- isn’t picky about music but will always back the UK scene up

Frozen!Frost

- emotionally unavailable (duh) but life keeps forcing her to experience intense emotions she doesn’t know how to deal with yet (*plays dramatic foreshadowing music*)

- fear of love/commitment (philophobia) – the reason why she freaks out the moment someone expresses their feelings for her (freaked out when Soap tried stopping her from leaving after Mexico, or in the elevator with Simon)

- ambidextrous – part of the reason why she’s so damn good at everything

- has to be active constantly – gym, running, hiking, practice, cleaning; whatever to keep her mind occupied, otherwise she'll often dissociate

- will trust her intuition more than other people sometimes which is why she can be a pain in the ass on team missions

Frozen!Lilith

my favorite psycho

- incredibly caring and loving - she's everyone's best friend if they give her no reason to be the opposite

- over-protective, will fuck people up if they come for her friends

- dramatic for fun - will pretend she's jealous but won't actually care, she just wants to make people around her nervous

- addicted do sex - Gaz barely keeps up with her

- judgemental of stupid, close-minded people - she will tell it to their faces, confront them shamelessly, teach them a lesson on the spot

Frozen!Jazz

- kind and considerate, selfless - will drop whatever she's doing to hear someone out or help out

- prefers chilling over being active, although she won't say no to a fun activity (loved volleyball but wouldn't go kayaking)

- would rather stay quiet in arguments than argue back

- she is very sure in who she is as a person but if she meets someone with stronger energy than hers (Frost), she gets nervous and her guard goes up a bit. She is good at putting that anxiety aside though, and works on it not getting in the way of befriending people she feels inferior to

#frzn asks #frzn #anon #frzn ghost #frzn soap #frzn price #frzn gaz #frzn frost #frzn lilith #frzn jazz #headcanons #hcs #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty

[90s-html-lesbians]

contemplating avalil dynamic in secret agent au

#i love their dynamic in this au #they’re qpps #lilith had unrequited feelings for beatrice but beatrice divorced her because she was forced into the marriage and it was making her miserab #shortly b4 the divorce beatrice started developing feelings for ava that she didn’t mention to anyone #but lilith knew #few years later avatrice are seeing each other #but ava doesn know beatrice is lilith’s ex #and beatrice doesn’t know ava is lilith’s qpp #and beatrice doesn’t know ava is ava #vv delighted to say it’s some borderline soap opera ass shit of dynamics #it’s NOT a live triangle or a cheating thing in any way or point however #to make a disclaimer #bc i hate both those tropes #but also idk about avalil’s initial dynamic

[crazyintheeast]

Mary: You? Yeah right . You have zero game Ava . You just randomly stumble into shit

Lilith : I know an 80 year old nun who is better at flirting then you

Camilla : Sorry Ava it's true but I am sure you will get better

Ava: That’s not true ! Watch how my smooth lines will work on Bea!

Ava: Hey Bea…. I have to secret to share

Beatrice : I will protect your secret with my life

Ava: I have been a very dirty girl

Mary: That’s even worse then I thought

Camilla: this is painful to watch

Lilith : called it

Beatrice : Did you lose the anti bacterial soap I gave you ?

Ava: what ? No that’s not what I…

Beatrice : Hygiene is very important Ava . Not only are we still in the middle of pandemic but due to our fighting we constantly come in contact with blood which can risk serious infection

Ava: Look that’s not what I am trying to

Beatrice : I am afraid I must insist Ava . Let’s go take a shower and clean you up

Ava :…… ok

Mary: Unfucking believable

#warrior nun #avatrice #incorrect warrior nun

[mercurianthing]

SHORT ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS Pt.4🗣️😻👠

💌 Pay attention to the degrees you have in each placements, you don't understand at all how much it affects. if, for example, you do not identify with the qualities of your sun sign, it could be because the degree of your sun sign is in a sign that is opposite in features to your sun sign. the same applies to the other placements also, people say that the degree of your placements can indicate the age at which you will experience something related to this placement, so pay attention to that as well.

💌 Mars - ascendant (especially the hard aspects), there is this intimidating look which is just their normal face, people always think they are angry or not nice but they usually don't really pay attention to the faces they make and they can be nice people but other people usually judge them by their faces and being sure they are snobs.

💌 Chiron in the 1st in solar return chart can indicate a year when you literally forced people around you to not take pictures of you and you didn't agree to be photographed at any cost.

💌 People with Taurus Venus/Lilith in the 2nd house there are periods (if not always) when they really invest in their body care. Whether it's in the body soap they use, the creams and body oils they apply to themselves, to the perfume they spray on themselves. There isn't a person with these placements that hasn't gotten compliments from people about how nice their skin is to touch!

💌 Venus in the 3rd house are the type of people's who are literally going out with their siblings or even having a friend group with their siblings.

Really SHORT☠️ but that's it for today, love y'all.❤️‍🔥

#astrology observations #astrology #astro notes #astro placements #astro observations #astro community #natal placements #synastry observations #synastry notes #astro posts

[itsohh]

Ghost and Price Soulmate AU

A/N: G/N reader, posted as seperate fics on ao3 with each specific tag relating.

Warnings: Angst, self-mutaliation, reference domestic abuse

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Ghost

He never believed in soul mates. Not in the matter that most people thought. Sure, they were real, sure there was someone out there destined to be ones other's match. Ghost just didn't believe it meant anything. Not really.

He of course had seen what it lead to.

His mother, destined to be with his father. They were soul mates and yet he treated her just as bad. His father loved his mother, sure, but he loved himself so much more.

So when that fated day came, that one when a bullet hit Ghost directly on his thigh, he couldn't help but be a little relieved.  The nurses had been so sympathetic, the doctors too. They hadn't been able to save the soul mark. Now replaced with a gunshot scar. A blessing in disguise. It was a weight off his shoulders.

Escaped. He had escaped destiny.

-

Legs rather comfortable on Soaps lap, you hand your arm over your eyes while you quietly rest. "How'd you get this one?" He poked the scar just under your knee. If anyone else had asked, you would have given them a piece of your mind. Asking about a scar wasn't a line that everyone could cross.

"Some dude tried to go for my kneecap and missed."

"Ouch."

"Didn't even hit me hard enough to shatter my kneecaps regardless of his shit aim."

The door clicked open and you heard the quietest of footsteps enter the room. "Sergeants." Ghost.

"Hey LT, what's the sit'?"

"Price's put us all on mandatory vacation leave." Your arm lift from your face at his voice as you stared at him.

"For real?" You asked, disbelief written across your face.

"Two weeks." You heard a huff from his voice as he sat down opposite to you. There was almost a relief in his eyes. He had been working hard. Too hard.

"Well gives the pair of you a perfect amount of time for a honeymoon huh-" Soap's tease was cut off by your kick but only made him laugh harder. Your relationship with Simon wasn't a secret, not to Soap anyway.

"Alright, alright I was joking. Shite."

"Perhaps you could use that two weeks to learn how to be funny." Your eyes narrowed at him.

"You wound me." He jabbed a finger next to a scar. "Speaking of wounds, How'd you get this one?" You looked over to the exposed skin just under your shirt.

You froze for a moment and your eyes didn't go to Soaps, but to Ghosts. The pair of you had never brought up the matter at hand. Soul marks, it never seemed important. So many people so dedicated to finding that person that the world designed for them, it just didn't seem to matter for you. You loved Ghost, you didn't want to know it was because of an outside force. You loved him and nothing would change that.

"That's my soul mark."

"Damn, that's rough. Not a pretty one." Soap looked down at the nasty scar.

"No, I mean it was. Alright, so when I was a kid I was totally in love with this girl at school called Lilith."

"Oh yeah?" He raised a brow while Ghost continued to watch.

"But she had a different soul mark than mine and wouldn't even look at someone who wasn't her soul mark. She was only gonna date her soulmate."

"What happened?"

"I figured I couldn't have the same one as her but maybe she would date me if I didn't have one. Like how would she ever know if I lost it."

"So you burnt it off?" Soap looked at you with slight horror.

"Cut actually. It uh, really fucking hurt but man she was really pretty." Soap straightened his back slightly and you swallowed.

"I presume it didn't work out."

"We started dating happily and were together up until right before I joined the military. Until her actual soulmate showed up."

"Ohhhh, rough." He gave you a look of sympathy.

"At the time? Was not happy. But I think everything worked out okay." Your eyes locked onto Ghosts for a moment.

"Cute. What about this one?" Soap asked and you looked at the scar on your hand.

"Think that was when I burnt myself making an omelette." Soap barked out a laugh and you could have sworn you saw Ghost's eyes squint from a smile.

"For fucks sake, Soap!" A grumble turned into a yell and the pair of you froze at Price's voice. In all honesty, Price didn't shout like that very often, especially at one of you. Normally it was more akin to a tired sigh.

"Whaddya do this time?" You removed your legs from his lap.

"Better go find out." He jumped up and cracked his neck. "If you don't hear from me in three hours then I want stripers at my funeral." He gave you a wink and headed out the door. The fact he locked the door after him wasn't something you missed.

Silence settled between the pair of you. Eventually, Ghost spoke up. "Can I see it?" Your eyes lift up and met his. You knew exactly what he meant.

"Sure. It's just a scar now, nothing special." Ghost stood up and towered his way over to you. He replaced Soap and your feet settled on his lap. Carefully, Simon removed the mask from his face and placed it on the coffee table next to you. You watched as he bit the top of his glove and slid it off his hand for it to join his mask.

His hand gently grazed the old scar. "Do you regret it?"

"No. Not really, to be honest after things didn't work out with Lilith I didn't think I would date again."

"Why did you?" His brown eyes settled on yours while he continued to stroke the scar.

"Well, we spent what like three months skirting around each other?"

"Four."

"Mmm, I mean you're an attractive man Simon. Enough to make someone change their mind."

"You couldn't see my face."

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for tats." You grinned and he raised a brown. His curled lips betrayed him and you let out a small laugh. "Honestly blame Soap, dunno if he did the same to you but god fucking dammit was he a persistent wingman. I enjoy your company and he didn't let me forget that."

"Hmm, seems he played matchmaker for the pair of us."

"Are you really surprised? It's Soap, he loves to meddle."

"Probably why Price is ripping him a new one," Simon muttered and his eyes sent back to the scar.

"Does it bother you?" Your voice was small, quiet and concern drew across your face. "That I don't have a mark anymore. That we will never know if we were made for each other." Simon paused and then suddenly got up from the chair only adding to your uncertainty. He placed his leg on the coffee table and started to pull up his trouser leg.

Confused you watched him until he pointed to a particular scar. "See that there?"

"You got shot?" You raised a brow.

"That there's where my mark god before it was shot. Lucky bullet. Can't be upset with you an't having one if I don't have one now."

Simon let the trouser leg fall and sat back down on the couch. This time he grabbed your legs and pulled you up onto his lap. It was a swift movement that had you automatically let out a small laugh. He had that adoring look on his face. The corners of his lips all crinkled up. Now with you in arm's reach, his bare hand caressed your face. "Couldn't give a flying fuck about that shite. I'm with you because I want to be, not because some destiny bullshit tells me to. But because I choose to love you."

Price

It had been a completely innocent moment that he saw it. That mark on your torso. A cropped singlet showed it off while you played netball with your squad. A particular game that Gaz had joined. Price wasn't even supposed to be there, he was only getting Gaz. Yet he froze when he saw that mark. The one that was identical to the on his wrist. Just under his watch.

Gaz forgotten about, Price had a call he had to make.

"Look, Kate, doesn't need to be somewhere safe or dangerous just anywhere but where I am."

"John I can't just have people reassigned for no good reason. Are you trying to sabotage their career? Is this a personal thing?"

"No, fuck, I'm not trying to fuck with their career. I'll be compromised around them, it's not a problem now but it might be in the future."

"Are you in a relationship with this person? Or were you?" Kate asked and John let out a sound of slight frustration through the phone.

"They're my soul mate Kate. They don't know it but I saw it." The line went silent. John eventually heard a sigh on the other end of the line.

"I'll do what I can."

-

After that phone call, John hadn't heard from you again. Despite the desire for companionship feeling deep down inside of him, he knew he did the right thing. It wasn't your fault and it wasn't his. Yet he had decided to override date, to override destiny.

Laswell never told him where she sent you. On any other day, he would have said that was for the better.

Any other day.

Gaz sprinted alongside him, guns firing about near them. "Fuck!" He could hear Gaz as the building nearby crumbled down into dust, a building they had just come from.

The pair of them were overrun and for a moment he looked at Gaz and regretted bringing him to his death. There were just too many from too many directions. With no proper cover, the pair of them were fish in a barrel. Bullets came from in front of them but not at them. By some miracle, a door opened while gunfire continued to cover them.

The door promptly shut behind them as both Gaz and Price fell to the ground in their hurried movement.

"Well, I'll be damned, long time no see Gaz." You held a hand out for him and Price watched as you pulled Gaz off the ground.

"Hey, Lieutenant! Didn't expect you to be here." Lieutenant? Price never knew you were promoted. Then again it's not like he wanted to hear about you, it was easier pretending you didn't exist.

"Yeah well, not the worst place to be at. I presume you guys are here due to the attack three days ago?"

"Affirmative on that." Price finally spoke up, he could pretend at least now that you weren't his soul mate.

"We have been here since then, then you two were running through dead man's land."

"Are you guys stuck here?" Gaz asked while you lead them over to a table with a map on top.

"Of course not. We have an underground pathway in our access. But they don't know that. They think that we are stuck here, they tried to push a could of times but Katey up in the best keeps taking them out."

"Are they hoping to starve you out then?" Gaz asked and you nodded.

"Yup in the meantime we have been setting up."

"Setting up what?" Price asked and you gave him a big grind.

"Fireworks show of course. The tunnels below here are far more extensive than everyone originally thought. It goes directly under their set up so we are going to hit the supports."

"Have it crumble from beneath them." Gaz breathed and you nodded.

"Only problem is that there's a high chance that our tunnels will collapse too, we are right on a cliff face so it's gonna be close." Your Sergent popped up next to you.

"This is Sergeant Lawyerson. Demolitions and structural expert."

"The idea is we will evacuate everyone first. " You explained.

"Speaking of, we should get to that. I onto have one set of charges left."

"Right we have to be quick then, when they realise that we don't have people at their posts they might push."

"I'll go get them in place now. Captain, Sergent do you mind looking after my men? There's a side path on the mountain we need to take, it goes from tunnel to straight cliff face. It's pretty risky but KitKat knows the way."

They both gave you a nod and started to work with the squad to leave. Yet Price's eyes lingered on you for a moment. You were a storm, not one to be trifled with. You spoke with certainty and confidence. The perfect leader for your squad. He could see the trust in their eyes.

"Lieutenant!"

"What is it, Katey?"

"Fuck, they got a tank out here!" Price watched as you froze for a moment then sprinted to the exposed gap then swore.

"Right, everyone evacuates now. KitKat eyes front."

"What about Attorney?"

"I'll get Lawyerson, the rest of you go." Price was swept up with the small crowd and followed KitKat down a tunnel. He only had a glimpse of you before you ran down a different path away from him.

"Captain, this way." KitKat had a kind smile on her face but he couldn't help but feel the pit in his stomach form. Was this a result of the bond? Or was this a gut feeling? He couldn't tell.

With Gaz in front of him, he was led through the path until he reached outside. It was an old climbing path, the bridges were old and wooden while the actual path was thin. It didn't allow for fast movement.

A few minutes later his head whipped around to see you following your Sargent. "Blow it." You commanded as the pair of you expertly hurried down the path. Far faster than everyone else had. He couldn't help but wonder how many times the pair of you had travelled it in the last few days.

"We're too close to the blast!" Price's eyes went to the entryway as more voices started to echo down.

"We can't let them reach here else everyone's dead. There's no cover here."

"We can handle some!" She protested.

"Some, not a goddamn army." You were right. She glanced at you over her shoulder then hit the detonator.

A rumble echoed it as the pair of you continued to sprint. Echos of your enemies' screams carried through the tunnel and out into the open. True to Lawyersons suspicions, the tunnels on your side had started to collapse too.

Unfortunately, not all your foes were caught. A brief area by the exit was reinforced rather well and they survived. Meanwhile, the path around you started to crumble. Gaz lit up his gun in an attempt to cover the pair of you.

Price snapped to action just in time for the wooden bridge to collapse under both you and Lawyerson. She managed to barely leap over to safety but your jump, slightly further back didn't make it.

But he caught you.

Price's hand found yours as he dove prone to the side. With one hand off the side, you dangled to his hand. "I got you." His eyes bore into yours as the pair of you tried to pull you up. Yet the wood that you used cracked under your weight and all progress was lost. Lawyerson recovered and went to help pull you up but a bullet in her leg had her cry out.

A curse left John's mouth as a gunshot hit his shoulder. They were getting lit up trying to save you. Your eyes turned to see the small group that had survived. They were aiming for the three of you.

"Let go, you need to leave." Your voice came and for the first time in a very long time. He froze.

"I'm not leaving you."

"You will die if you stay and I'll die regardless. Don't water your life like this. " He felt your hand go limp against him and he used all his strength to continue holding on.

"I can't."

"They always said you were such a level-headed man. Let go. Don't put the weight of your death on me. Lawyerson will need help with that leg of hers. Save her."

His eyes glanced at the small mark on his exposed wrist, your eyes followed him and you gave him a weak smile. John couldn't say it out loud, that he was your soul mate. A man you only knew from word of mouth.

"I already knew. Gaz showed me a picture of the pair of you, your wrist was showing." His lips parted.

"You didn't say anything."

"Love wasn't an option for me. Soulmates? That's a fantasy for civilians to have. Not us. But for what it's worth, if there was anyone worth being cosmically tied to, your a pretty damn amazing man to be it."

He shouted your name and with your free hand, you pried yourself from his grip. "Go!" So John watched as you fell, a love finished before it had even started.

#ghost x reader #price x reader #john price x reader #mw x reader #modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #call of duty #simon riley #john price

[xlovelybluebellex]

More cg hcs for Lucifer pretty please! I am adoring it! It makes me want to do a little drabble with Luficer/reader with lucifer being a doting grandpa!

YOU SHOULDDD! and im so glad you like it 😭. Luci is definitely my favorite character, so i have plenty of headcanons.

PII CG!Lucifer Would…

🍎He’d take you flying, if you’re comfortable with it! Of course, he’s holding onto you tight in case you feel the need to get a little wiggly

🍎He’s a dad, so he can easily tell when you need to regress. Even other people, he just knows.

🍎Luci is actually really good with tantrums. He’ll let you scream as loud as you want and once you’ve calmed down, he’ll have you go lay down in your bed for some quiet time, then ask you what happened.

🍎He lets you feel his wings and if you’re interested, he lets you help to preen them. However, Luci doesn’t want you to feel obligated too at all.

🍎I think everyone’s agreed on this, but he spoils his little rotten. You’re just too cute for him to say no too! So any pacifier, any piece of clothes, any toy, is all yours.

🍎If you’re a clingy little, Luci will understand that completely. He’ll hold you constantly, kiss your face, and remind you that he’s “right here, ducky”.

🍎Luci lets you help make ducks! You get to decide the clothes, beak, overall appearance of the duck. However, no going near his craft table. There are some very dangerous tools there.

🍎He tells you loads of stories, anything you want to hear. He may leave out some gory parts, but he’ll, make up for it in his light magic.

🍎If you’re napping on him, Luci will trace your face. He’s very gentle, and makes sure to keep away from your eyes and mouth. It’s still very calming though.

🍎CRAZY overprotective. Like, if it’s under 50 degrees outside, forget it. You’re wearing a jacket and a scarf. If you got a paper cut? He’s two seconds away from calling an ambulance. You cry? Well first he’ll comfort you, then kill whoever made you cry.

🍎 If you have long hair, he’s more than happy to help! He’s helped both Lilith and Charlie, you as well. He’ll even do nice hairstyles. Like pretty braids, or a nice bun.

🍎 Luci’s the best at bath time. He’ll add your favorite soap, make sure it’s loaded with bubbles, and most definitely help you in the bath if need be. Then, if you’re comfortable with him staying, he’ll sing a little to help relax you.

🍎Sometimes he’ll look at you and cry. You’re just so beautiful, so perfect, so absolutely amazing that it’s hard for him to believe you’re not the one who fell from Heaven and- he’s crying again!

🍎If you have trauma as well as nightmares, he’s always there. He’ll let you sleep in bed with him, rock you back to sleep, and if you happen to need pull ups due to the nightmares, he’s more than understanding.

🍎Luci will threaten to end someone’s entire bloodline over the phone while you’re resting peacefully in his arms, him rubbing your back so you can sleep.

🍎If you’re a baby regressor, he loves it. Like, he loves his regressor at any age, but a baby? God. And he’s more than willing to care for you. Feeding, burping, baths, diapers if needed, he’s got it all.

🍎Luci hates punishing you. Even if you willingly go, the tears always break his heart. So he gives a lot of cuddles and reassurances about how much he loves you after.

#age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere

[wn-incorrect]

Camila: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes. Lilith, who hasn't had her coffee today: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD. Camila: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?

#sister camila #sister lilith #camilith #camilil #lilith x camila #camila x lilith #incorrect quotes #incorrect warrior nun #warrior nun #save warrior nun

[xxlemon-chanxx]

On the spicier side, ever thought about doing a full NSFW alphabet for Beardo Philip?

Sorry this took me so long! I was having a lot of trouble with some of these lol

Anyways, NSFW alphabets for Philip and Belos!

Philip NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I hate to say this, but nonexistent. He's incredibly rough with S/O and then he leaves them to be sore and shaking while he goes off and does…whatever the hell he thinks needs to be done. The only time the effort for aftercare is made is in two scenarios:

• The S/O is VISIBLY pregnant with his child

Or

Philip is so rough with S/O that he feels he must do general maintenance to not have his partner break on him.

Unfortunately, Philip is really shitty and neglectful towards his lovers

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Anything that's chubby—stomachs, breasts, thighs, etc… being plump or chubby was considered very attractive I'm Philip’s time, so I imagine that he would enjoy the warmth and softness that comes from having a partner with excess fat on them. He loves to bury his face in S/O’s breasts/bosom or their belly. He loves to grab handfuls of it with his hands and knead and squeeze it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He paints S/O. Whether it be on the inside or out, he enjoys seeing them quivering as he pumps his length, aiming towards whatever spot he hasn't covered yet.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Philip keeps a secret “sin journal” of all of the fantasies he wishes he could make a reality with S/O but refuses to actually do it in real life because it goes against what he believes is “proper.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's most likely a virgin before he meets S/O. His experience is limited to what S/O is willing to show him and how much he is willing to LEARN from them. He's stubborn, rude, and needs to have things done his way. He's a very selfish lover, is what I'm trying to say in so many words.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He will change it up sometimes, but usually when he does it's because he feels too ashamed by his urges to want to look S/O in the eye, so he’ll push them face-down on whatever surface is available and fuck them that way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He's usually very serious. Very rarely is lovemaking something he’s playful for. When he is loving, he practically WORSHIPS S/O, but for the most part, he's usually all business and no play. Puritans, am I right?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I've made another post about this, but no…he’s not well-groomed at all. He actually has a constant dirt cloud swirling around him like Pig-Pen from Charlie Brown. When Lilith punched him in the nose, she kicked up a small flurry of grime that swirled around his head for hours. His hair is greasy and probably has a dead moth somewhere in it, and he smells like he would hiss and scurry to hide if someone held up a soap bar.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He's either very emotionally detached or he's angry-fucking. Philip hates the idea that he's succumbing to his lesser impulses when he's having sex. The only exception to this is if him and S/O are properly married, ONLY THEN he will allow himself to be more emotionally present and warm towards his partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does not, and he actively forbids his S/O from masturbating either. Sits down with S/O and makes them pray with him if he catches them doing it. Continues to shame them after.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. He loves the idea of getting his partner pregnant and making lots of babies. A strong bloodline needs lots of healthy babies.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

This is really funny, but considering we see Philip’s home is mostly stationed in a cave, that's also where I headcanon he's most willing to do the deed. He doesn't like staying in towns in the Boiling Isles because of the denizens, so he's going to stick to the series of cave hideouts that he's carved out across his journey in the Demon Realm. Philip shagging on a cave floor is just really funny to me.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Stress. He's most likely to seek out his partner for sex if he's under an insane amount of stress. Something about all of that stress boiling over REALLY puts him in the mood to angry-fuck to get all of his frustration out.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He would hate not being the dominant one. He NEEDS that control over the situation because God forbid he gets caught unawares or someone is able to have an iota of power over him. He likes holding all the Aces. He won't even entertain the idea of his partner PRETENDING to be the dominant one for the evening. Its also partially an ego thing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This is similar to masturbation. He doesn't, whether that's giving or receiving. His view on sex is very narrow and he's very resistant to trying new things. He doesn't give oral and he's downright offended if his partner asks him to go down on them.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. This ties back in to the “angry-fuck” or “stress-fuck” idea, but he really does treat these things as annoying urges that he should get over with so he can go back to ignoring them.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

kind of self-explanatory lol. He doesn't do slow and sensual sessions. Every time he fucks his S/O it's like he's speedrunning.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

No. He doesn't really want to differ from what he deems as “appropriate.”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His rounds never last too long, but he usually has at least two or three in him before he's done. So think three nuts over the course of 7 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, kind of self-explanatory.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His ‘teasing’ is very mean. Borderline insulting with what he says. He's very much the type to use abusive language and then frame it like his partner is the one in the wrong for being upset over it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's very quiet, but the sounds he does make are very ragged. A lot of grunts and growls. Occasionally he’ll mutter something like “take it” or “c’mon,” but for the most part it's silent with the occasional grunt.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If Philip accidentally hurts his S/O during sex, he’ll actually take the time to take care of them until it was clear they were going to be okay. Puritans were very much against physical spousal abuse, so he’s not going to raise a hand to you to hurt you intentionally if it's not a situation where he deems death as being the only resort.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's not particularly muscular, but he doesn't look emaciated either. He has some clear definition where you can see his ribs poking out, but he also has a bit of a gut. For anyone who doesn't know, if you’re malnourished, that can cause a lot of problems for your gut health, which can lead to inflammation and swelling, which results in a distended, rounder belly. Because Philip has a completely messed up eating schedule where his body never knows what it's gonna get or when it's gonna get it, he is showing some signs of malnutrition.

And of course, he's covered in dark, curly hair, and some spots where his veins would be showing are subtly tinted that sickly cursed green.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Non-existent until it's there. Anyone with ADD or autism may be able to relate to this, but it’ll very much be like when you go a day without eating and then have your body scream at you at 2am because it's starving. Essentially that. He doesn't feel the urge to engage (and is actually generally repulsed when his S/O tries to instigate) until it hits him like a truck at the most inopportune times.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’s either awake for several hours after or he conks out immediately. It entirely depends on if he was in the middle of something when he felt the urge.

Belos NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's actually incredibly good at aftercare, which is surprising. Whether it be massaging a sore muscle, cuddling, drawing a bath for S/O, or anything else they need done.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Same as Philips, anything soft and squishy, so stomach, tits, etc

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as he would love to paint his partner like he used to be able to, his shots don't have the same oomph that they used to. Cum just sort of oozes out in waves. He’ll likely pull out just enough so the head of his cock is slowly leaking onto his S/O’s entrance before pushing back in.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He enjoys subtly guilting S/O into putting on “special outfits” for him when they’ve been “misbehaving” in his eyes (aka not blindly listening to what he says). He likes to make sure he gets what he wants in the least confrontational way.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not very experienced before meeting S/O, but he's very eager to learn and he's very gentle, so even his most noticeable shortcomings in the bedroom are more endearing than anything else.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes S/O on his lap facing him. His hand finds its way to their lower back and firmly presses their hips against his. Even after completion he could sit like that for hours with them.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Still kind of serious, but it's more light-hearted and loving than what Philip would be. He can whisper in S/O’s ear, call them little endearments, make little quips here and there depending on how noisy/responsive his partner is, etc.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's immaculate. He's the emperor. He lives in a massive castle with dozens of people waiting on him hand and foot, there's not a chance in hell that man is not the most well-groomed man on the boiling isles.

His hair on his chest and naval is going to be patchy because there are several scars on his body (both from his curse and otherwise) that leave bare patches of skin where hair doesn't grow

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Super gentle and compassionate. I headcanon that Belos will actually be so gentle that it's maddening. He actually has to hush his S/O because they will often whimper and beg for him to please go harder/faster and he just…doesn’t. He likes his pace. It gets him where he needs to be by the end of the night and he doesn't have to worry about throwing out his old man back.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Unfortunately, he’s still a lot like Philip in this regard. He doesn't masturbate and he doesn't believe his S/O should either. But, instead of shaming his S/O if he catches them, like younger Philip would have, he takes it as a sign that he's neglecting them, and immediately interrupts them to “fulfill their needs for them.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks

Once again breeding. Man loves the idea of his partner having babies.

Now there's an added worship kink. He loves tracing his beloved’s body with his lips and lingering on the parts he likes the most.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom. He's a very private man and doesn't even want to RISK the chance of being spotted doing the do out in public. Imagine the scandal and shame.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes seeing his partner naked is enough to get that ball rolling, other times it can be something as simple as his partner sensually tracing his shoulders and spine as they pass by that make him ready for action.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Being totally submissive. He could NEVER be fully submissive. He doesn't feel safe not having some semblance of control. Even if he trusted S/O more than he's trusted anybody in his life, it's not enough for him to be completely at their mercy. He will always need one hand on the wheel.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will most definitely need to be coaxed into it, but if his partner frames it as something popular that human’s do in modern times, he *might* be convinced to try it out. He might even like it! Even if he does like giving/receiving, that will have to be for very specific circumstances.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual babyyyyyy

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes he likes to get a load out before he has to start his day. Morning wood and all. Definitely at least a weekly occurrence.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Anything Belos experiments with are things his S/O pleaded with him to try. He's a very old man who is mostly blind to the world of sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

One and the round will last around ten minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Again, he likes to tease when his partner is begging him to go faster/harder. He absolutely refuses to be any faster than a snail's pace.

“My my, someone is impatient.”

“Don’t rush, darling. Enjoy this time with me.”

“Be at ease, my sweet. There's no need to fuss.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very quiet with the slightest moans and gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He reaaallly enjoys praying in the bedroom. I once had the headcanon that he prays in Latin and I have not since been able to imagine a sex scene with him where he doesn't sing praises to the heavens in Latin at least once.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slender, but with old man sagginess on his abdomen, under his arms, etc. His scar wraps around him like a spiral with branches, cutting across his chest, naval, one branching down his arm and another one halfway down one thigh.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He will want sex at least 4-5 times a week, maybe less if he's incredibly busy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If it's a nightly fuck, he's out like a light as soon as he's finished with aftercare.

#philip wittebane #toh philip #belosfanstakeover #toh #toh emperor belos #emperor belos #belos wittebane #the owl house belos #toh belos

[darqkrafts]

Like handmade soap? Like witchy things? Like goth things? Like goddess things?

You will like us!

#witch #witchy #gothicgirl #bathandbeauty #soapmaking #witchcraftsupplies #HBA #wiccasupplies

#lilith soap #lucifer soap #hades soap #Persephone soap #hecate goddess #witchy vibes #witchy aesthetic #witchythings #goddess soap #apollo soap

[doodling-doodle]

Please ma'am *shakes the fake metal cup* please they deserve a happier ending than that. Please or I'll be forced to take kneecaps from someone.

Oh Droid

it's not that much happier yet

but it will get better

(WARNINGS: mental health struggles, memory loss, depression, medical inaccuracy)

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Phil had barely gotten to talk to Kyle and Alex this year. They had been caught up in making their Task Force, which he learned recently was called "Rain". He had linked up with his old squad a few times, which was originally where his friend had been. Lilith was her name, apparently.

But the first year had gone fine. They were talking a lot, and he was able to see Kyle a few times, before and after the wedding. Both he and Alex had seemed to be doing better, and he was happy about it, becuase it was what they needed.

But he didn't want to leave John's side. he still loved him, and John remembered everything about him... even that they were engaged. He had been planning their wedding for almost five years. He was so happy that they could get married, but... he wanted their son to be there. And Kyle had made it clear that he would never willingly go back after what happened. He understood and respected it.

He was going to put it off as long as possible. If he gave it time, John might remember them. And maybe Kyle would come back...

For now, He was taking John out with him so his family could see him. His mother and sisters had been amazing help during the three years John was asleep. But they hadn't been able to see each other in quite some time.

It was a decent restaurant. One that they all happened to like.

He saw his Mother and his three older sisters, and they waved to him, calling him and John over.

"Hey, boys!" His mother said, hugging Phil tight, "oh, I missed you, son!"

"Missed you too, ma." He said, hugging her back.

"John, how's it going?" She asked, smiling.

"Mostly fine, Eli." He said, smiling, "And Yourself?"

"Been good. Missed you two."

His sisters came over to hug him, and he smiled softly.

This was the only family he had. His father was in Prison for life. He grew up with just the three of them most of the time. Their mother worked three jobs for a long time to keep them fed...

It all turned out okay. But it was scary for a long time.

"Good to see you two in one piece." The oldest, Kat, said.

"Yeah... we haven't been up to much." John said, smiling.

"Good, means you can't have much worse happen!" The youngest, Charlotte, said, chuckling.

Phil smiled softly, "True... it's just an interesting situation right now...'

"I bet." The middle sister, Emma, said, "But, it could be worse?"

He chuckled. He was the youngest of all of them. His sisters had been the ones to raise him until Kat got a job...

It was okay now. He rarely thought about it anymore.

"So... John?" Eli asked, "How are you feeling? Anything coming back yet?"

He shrugged, "A little. Farah, Ghost, Soap, Laswell... It's slow, but, It's happening."

"Good." Emma said, "At least it's coming back."

"And we're still planning the wedding." John said, "We just have to get the venue and date. Then our suits."

Eli smiled, "I'm glad. Phil was planning things while you were asleep. He was thinking about the flowers, and the place..."

John smiled, "And they were beautiful. He showed me the flowers he wanted. And It's beautiful..."

Charlotte smiled, "I can't wait for you to bawl your eyes out when Phil walks down the aisle."

They all laughed, and it made Phil temporarily forget about what was really going on and what would happen...

Two weeks later...

Phil was waiting at the airport for Kyle and Alex. They were on leave and wanted to see him, alone. Like normal. It was almost their anniversary. every year, they got together, and gave each other Christmas gifts. They hadn't spent it together since they left.

"Hey, Pops!" Kyle called out, going up to Phil and hugging him.

"Hey, kid. Missed you." He said, opening his arm for Alex to join, which he did, smiling.

"How's it going with Rain?" Phil asked as they got in the car.

"Not bad. Getting recruits and missions." Kyle said, "It's nice to have Kaida back. She's a great help... missed her..."

Phil smiled slightly, looking in the mirror to see them. They were holding hands, both actually smiling softly as Kyle talked about the Task Force. They were definitely still in therapy, because they were doing a lot better than they were last year. Kyle still looked exhausted, lost light in his eyes, and gained a ton of scars but... at least he was talking. He sounded almost how he used to.

Alex was the same. He looked like he was roughed up and exhausted from everything. But he sounded better.

"Well, I'm glad to hear everything has been good." Phil said, "Do... You want to know about Dad or not?"

"I'd rather not."

"Okay. That's fine."

Before, Kyle would've started disassociating at the mere mention of it. Now he was still smiling softly and looked fine, answering a phone call and speaking in code.

He was so proud of them. The progress they made...

"Well, why don't we go and get some dinner?" Phil asked once Kyle hung up.

"Yeah... that'd be nice." Kyle said, looking up at Alex.

"I'm down for it." He smiled.

"Good. let's get something." Phil said as he drove to town.

Dinner was good. They ended up staying out for a long time, talking about what happened in the past year.

"To be honest, it's been slow this year." Phil said, "With... Everything, we've just been... working more on that."

"Understandable." Kyle said, "What about Ghost and Soap? I've started talking to them more but they aren't saying much..."

Phil shrugged, "They're doing fine. Got engaged recently and are planning the wedding. They are settling down, so, they haven't told many people yet."

Kyle nodded, "I get it... What about Your wedding, what's the status on that?"

He was a little shocked, but answered, "It's still happening. But not sure when. If you want to come, I will send an invite once we get all of it figured out. If you don't want to, I don't blame you. If you want to think, that's okay too."

Kyle nodded, "I'll have to think. But I'm happy for you." He smiled softly, and so did Alex.

He was fine with it. He just wanted to wait for John's memory of Kyle to come back to have the wedding with him there...

They spent the week together. He sent them with Christmas gifts, and gifts for Alex's birthday.

He got to get a picture with the three of them together, at least. He had proof that Kyle was still smiling.

And the day they left was the day that John fell into that coma. Six years.

Two Months Later...

John smiled as he walked into Phil's office with a cup of coffee, "Hey darling. What are you up to?"

"Decided to replace some pictures." Phil said, taking something out of the back of the frame.

John smiled softly, sitting with him as he worked, picking one up and looking at it.

It looked... familiar, in a way. It was him, Phil, and two others. He thought he had seen them somewhere before...

He put it down before he thought about it too hard, but took it when Phil got distracted.

When he went back to his own office, he looked at it again.

"Who were you two...?"

He decided to look at the old stack of pictures that was left at his bed when he woke up. He didn't know where they came from. He didn't even remember who left them or when.

But he hadn't touched them in the three years he was awake.

They had Simon and Johnny, which was odd. Those two other people were in their pictures...

Most of them had Phil with those two.

He didn't know who they were, but they were in his life at some point. In the 141.

He decided to look at the gifts that he left untouched for years. Nine total.

They were all dated. His birthday, Christmas, and Father's Day.

But he never had kids. He knew he never had kids.

They were from Kyle... Who was Kyle?

It hit him.

"It's me, Dad... It's Kyle..."

That was Kyle.

But why would he say "Dad"? How was he in his life before?

The gift was an engraved pistol. Like the other weapons that hung on his office wall.

Kyle is where they all came from?

It was the same for the other Birthday gifts. Knife and a bullet set.

The Father's Day gifts were Drawings and paintings. Beautiful landscapes, with him and Kyle...

He... remembered that. He remembered that. He knew where they happened.

He didn't remember Kyle. He knew his face and voice... but who was he?!

The Christmas gifts were handmade trinkets with small pictures.

Wait... Wait.

He looked back at the Photo, and he turned it over.

"Alex, Kyle, Phil, and John.

25/12/2024."

The year before he fell into the coma...

Kyle... He remembered Kyle. He remembered Alex.

That picture was right before Alex had proposed.

He remembered Kyle sobbing as Alex slipped the ring on his finger. He remembered the pure joy on their faces. He remembered them holding each other while they sat in front of the tree. He remembered Phil's sobs of joy. He remembered his own.

He remembered Kyle asking him to walk him down the aisle. He remembered sobbing while he held him, saying yes, of course he would.

"I love you, son."

He remembered saying that.

"I love you too, Dad..."

He remembered Kyle saying that.

He remembered how they helped each other plan their own weddings. He remembered talking to Alex about how he was so happy and excited for them. he remembered Alex crying in his arms about how he wanted it to be perfect. He remembered holding him while telling him it would be as long as they were happy.

He remembered Kyle being a bubbly, bright light in his life. He remembered how Alex helped him.

He remembered getting shot. He remembered Kyle's scream.

"Dad?! Dad, open your eyes, please!!"

He remembered Kyle holding his hand. He remembered trying to talk while Kyle begged him to hold on. He remembered passing out, Kyle still screaming.

"We need Medivac, now!"

He remembered waking up briefly before going to sleep for good. He remembered Kyle reaching for his jacket, for the letters.

He probably read them.

And now, Makarov and Shepherd were dead. Valeria was in jail. Zakheav was dead, for good this time.

And he was sure Kyle did it all for him.

But where was he? Where was Alex? Were they dead? Why didn't Phil tell him?

No. No, Kyle wasn't dead. Alex wasn't dead. Did they get married?

Why didn't he remember his own child?

There was a knock on the door, and Phil came in, smiling with a cup of tea.

But it quickly fell when he realized that John was looking down at the picture, the gifts unwrapped, and the stack of pictures scattered on the table.

"John?"

He looked up at him.

"Where's Kyle and Alex?"

Phil blinked, tearing up.

"Philip. Where is our son and his fiancé?"

He started crying, going to hug him tight, "you remembered them... you remembered..."

John sighed, "Why aren't they here? Where'd they go?"

Phil paused for a second, pulling a chair over so he could sit with John, "They... aren't here..."

"Where are they?"

"John..." He sighed, holding his hands, "When you woke up, you... didn't remember Kyle. You asked who he was, and said that you never had kids..."

"I remember that..."

"He left the room, and he and Alex... They left. It was for the best, for both of them. Kyle was at a breaking point. He- and I, if I'm honest, had spent time in a mental hospital while you were asleep. And he was just waiting for the day that you would wake up so he could hug you, and tell you that he loved you, that he was sorry, and everything else... But you didn't remember him. The morning after, they left. They left the Task Force..."

John was already tearing up. His child was gone... because of him.

"Gaz is gone..." He whispered.

"It's not Gaz anymore."

He snapped his head up, a tear rolling down his face.

"It's Spector."

"What...?"

"He wanted to... separate himself from you. He couldn't be 'Gaz' anymore. He hasn't mentioned it since."

What had he done...?

"What about... them getting married?"

"They got married. Soon after they left. I walked him down the aisle. It was the first time in a long time we saw him smile..."

"That was when you all left for that week."

"Yeah... He changed his last name to Keller, and he rarely talks about you. He... He made it clear that he still loved you and you would always be his dad. But he couldn't be around you... I was hoping you would remember him soon. See if he would want to come to the wedding..."

He drove his child away. He didn't get to be there for the wedding. He didn't walk his boy down the aisle. He didn't get to see him smile.

The bubbly, bright light in his life was gone.

Because of him.

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[possibilistfanfiction]

lilith

[obsessed with this ask, first of all. second of all, lilith pov from footy au for @unicyclehippo.]

//

you meet beatrice for the first time when you’re fourteen, and she’s thirteen. you’re in different club academies but you vaguely, before this, had heard of her: girls around you talk, hushed, when she walks in, because she’s the youngest and everyone is already saying she’s the best, a generational talent — beatrice xin, the next great center midfielder, the future of football. that’s what you want to be, so badly you can taste it, so badly that when you miss an easy tap in the first day of camp you bite the inside of your cheek so hard you draw blood.

it’s not your first time at national team camp, but it is hers. maybe because you’re serious and driven, or maybe because you don’t find enjoyment in the pranks other girls like to play, and you don’t eat the junk food they sneak in in tampon boxes, they have her room with you. you were the youngest once; you remember.

you’re both reserved and careful, not particularly friendly, but beatrice’s stems from awkwardness, from a split second of figuring out how to read social cues around her while everyone else laughs. she’s thin and kind of small, her face full and young. she has freckles and braces and little wisps of her hair escape her bun; she unpacks efficiently into the little dresser on her side of the room: simple underwear, sports bras, joggers, hoodies. she pulls out a little leatherbound journal and a book in a language you don’t know and a pen and lines them up with military precision on the desk. she sets her little shower caddy on top of the dresser and neatly places her toiletries in it: acne cream, shampoo and conditioner, a fresh bar of lavender soap, lotion, sunscreen. ‘i’m going to freshen up before dinner,’ she says, impossibly formal and a little funny, honestly, but it doesn’t seem kind — not yet, anyway — to tease her about it.

you wait for her to come out of the bathroom at the end of the hall and back to your room. her black hair is in a neat braid, the wet ends darkening her t-shirt, which she’s tucked into a pair of joggers, which, for some reason, hurts you a little bit. 

‘ready?’

she seems surprised when you’re still there; you’re in a hoodie and shorts and slides, and you wait for her to neatly tie a pair of — admittedly, very cool — sneakers and then nod. ‘lilith,’ she says, gently and tentatively touching your elbow, ‘thank you.’

‘for what?’

‘for waiting for me.’ i’m used to being alone, she means, and she’s quiet throughout all of dinner, only adding into the conversation when someone brings up a type of bird they saw this morning, which she knows the latin name for and all of its characteristics, and she eats with the most exacting bites you’ve ever seen.

i’m used to being alone, she means, as you both settle in your small, twin beds later — ‘goodnight, beatrice,’ you say. you’re not alone, and neither is she.

‘sleep well, lilith.’

/

beatrice is, you can admit by the time you’re sixteen, the best in the world. maybe not yet — although, some days, when you play with her and watch her beat players twice her age without breaking a sweat, one after another through the midfield, or in a tight space around the 18, or even on the touchline if she drifts for a give and go — you think maybe she already is. 

her time on youth sides is running out, you know, because she is a generational talent, because everyone wants her already. she seems, mostly, unfazed by it all, still stoic and focused and brilliant. she gets her high school diploma at fifteen; she tells you, quietly while you juggle together in the courtyard of the hotel you’re at one tournament when neither of you can sleep, that she’s enrolled in online college classes and has enjoyed the challenge so far: she’s learning german, and she’s taking a revolutionary chinese history course, and her favorite is calculus iii. she’s kind of bizarre, but you’re fond of her. sometimes she texts you pictures of her cat between camps, and you send her any meme that makes you laugh privately.

you’re a little surprised when she’s on the u-20 world cup squad with you, mostly because you had honestly thought she might get pulled into the senior squad, at least for some friendlies, but you’re glad she’s here: you’re nervous, and restless. when you had told your mother that you’d gotten called up, tamping down any expectations for excitement as hard as you could, she had said, ‘as we expected of you,’ and continued on with her day.

‘do you have a boyfriend?’ you ask into the dark. 

you hear her roll around in bed for a few moments, probably turning to face toward you, and then she says, ‘when would i have time to have a boyfriend?’

you shrug. ‘i don’t know; seo-jun and nora have boyfriends.’

‘i guess.’

‘so that’s a no, from you.’

she laughs. ‘do you have a boyfriend?’

‘ew, no. have you met sixteen year old boys?’

‘i know. disgusting. i don’t know what the point is of boys, anyway. i’m too busy with football.’

you understand the point of boys, in a way: you like looking at mohammed’s arms when you’re training together, the way they press and cut when you’re doing push-ups. you’ve kissed him; you kiss him often. ‘yeah,’ you say, because it’s not your truth to name for her. ‘gross.’

/

it’s unsurprising to you when you get signed to the same club team beatrice debuted for two years ago, when she was sixteen. they’re building a franchise around her, bringing in young talent and trading for the world’s best veterans. she’d been on loan abroad for a spell, came back even more lethal, even more deadly — she’s taller, now, and still thin enough trainers are always on her to put on muscle. she spends extra time in the weight room — she spends extra time doing everything — and you’d never tell, but beatrice is the best in the world because she doesn’t allow herself anything else, even when she’s hurting and exhausted.

you have nothing better to do, and you’ve, admittedly, missed her, so you agree to spot her while she does more squats. when you see the weight she racks up you’re glad for the state of the art recovery facilities they have, and for the rest day you have tomorrow. 

she pushes through her first set, her face turning red but her expression perfectly calm, her quarterzip neatly tucked in, and it’s kind of terrifying. ‘you’re kind of terrifying.’

she racks the bar and steps out from under it, takes a big deep breath, shakes out her shoulders. ‘i’m small.’

‘you’re eighteen.’

she considers it. ‘i have to get bigger.’

it’s a razor’s edge, football and greatness: beatrice will train until she can’t; beatrice will eat exactly what she’s supposed to; beatrice will run until she throws up; beatrice will sleep exactly as she’s supposed to, and take all of her recovery seriously, and —

‘after this set, do you want to get a drink?’

‘a drink?’

you laugh at her indignation. ‘yeah, one drink. dinner, maybe? i don’t know any good spots around yet.’

‘oh,’ she says, ‘i don’t really go out, and i don’t drink. but —‘ it takes her a moment — ‘yes, we can. mary and shannon like a place across from the grounds.’

‘is it quinoa bowls?’

she blushes, steps back under the bar. 

‘i want a burger and a cocktail, beatrice. please.’

she does her other set, straining for the last two, unable to keep it off her face. ‘fine,’ she says, out of breath once she finishes, ‘fine.’

/

you’re twenty-one, at a celebration after a championship, and you’re drunk. beatrice is laughing, her hair somehow pulled out of its bun; she’d won the golden ball, which, since the first touch of preseason, seemed inevitable: she is, very concretely, the best in the world. 

‘come dance!’ ashante says, tugs on her hands, and she shakes her head but when you say, ‘yeah, beatrice, come on,’ she sighs and follows you out onto the dance floor. there are plenty of hot boys, and beatrice is beautiful, you can easily admit. she’s weird and a huge nerd — she has a bachelor’s degree in ecological anthropology, which she’d worked on for fun — but you love her. she’s your friend, and you want to celebrate with her. she hasn’t been drinking, so she’s stiff and awkward, even more than usual, in loose slacks and a collarless button down which she lets you unbutton down to the middle of her chest without any fanfare. a few guys walk up to you — beatrice xin, holy shit — and then you’re dancing. it’s easy, after a few shots, to close your eyes and let everything drift away around you. 

but then you hear beatrice say, ‘stop,’ and the guy she was dancing with doesn’t, not quick enough, not immediately, and you see red.

you get kicked out, which only avoids the media because the bouncers let you leave through the back. beatrice clenches her jaw and her hands and your knuckles smart, already bruising.

‘i can handle myself,’ she says, although you see the way her body is trembling.

‘i know,’ you say, because you do. ‘but you don’t have to, not all the time.’

you wait in the alley, shivering, for a car; it’s silent and just after a spurt of rain, and, after a beat, she laughs. ‘did we get into a bar fight?’

you grin over at her. ‘who says we don’t know how to have fun, huh?’

/

‘are you gonna do the pride thing?’

beatrice looks far too calm for being in an ice bath. ’no, not publicly.’

‘yeah, that’s cool,’ you say. ‘mary and shannon are, like, the couple, anyway. marketing has an easy out there.’

she snorts. ‘easy out.’

you roll your eyes. 

‘i’m —‘ she takes a deep breath — ‘i’m a lesbian.’

‘okay,’ you say, and fight the desperate urge to laugh and say yes, beatrice, everyone and their mother knows, that’s why i asked if you were going to be in the pride campaign. ‘obviously, that’s cool with me.’

horrifyingly, she starts to cry. ‘i’ve never said it out loud before.’

she’s twenty-one, so, fair, you guess, but it also makes you so sad. ‘well, now you have. in an ice bath, no less.’

‘yes.’ she sounds a little in awe of herself. ‘i have.’

‘do you, like, want me to hug you?’

she wrinkles her nose. ‘no. but, thank you.’

‘anytime.’ you pause, then try your luck, ‘so can we find you a girlfriend now, or —‘

she splashes you with a flick of water and you could kill her, you really could.

/

‘beatrice!’ you shout into her intercom. ‘let me in!’

it takes about a minute, and you’re about to, like, scale her giant fence or something, but then the gate opens and you drive through. it’s not that you care about her — she makes it hard; you make it hard right back — but she’s your captain and you’re not going to win a fucking world cup if she’s not recovering from surgery.

‘lilith,’ she says, dry, even though it’s a little slurred and she looks wobbly on her crutches.

‘mary and shannon sent me.’ you hold up a bag of food, stupid healthy shit she insists on eating, even when she’s on pain meds. ‘i can knock you over, right now, so you have to let me in.’

‘fine,’ she says, lacking its usual precise clip. you follow her to her kitchen, slowly, while she carefully crutches, exactly how a physical therapist showed her, you’re sure. she’s exhausted, you can tell, her hair down and a little messy, her hoodie crooked on her shoulders, just in a pair of tight nike boxers and a sock on the foot opposite her cast, as if you’d woken her up from a nap.

‘were you sleeping?’

‘i’m on — a lot of medication.’

‘you can go back to sleep, if you want. i can put the food in the fridge and warm it up in a bit?’

she seems to weigh her options, slowly, but her eyes are drifting closed and she sways a little. ‘okay. you can watch anything you want. or leave, if you don’t want to wait.’

‘oh, i’m fully taking advantage of your gorgeous house and your giant tv. i’m not crazy.’

she had ankle surgery two days ago, so you know she really is exhausted. disgustingly, she was watching what looks to be like game film on her tv. ‘disgusting,’ you tell her, and she doesn’t seem to really pay you much mind because she situates her casted ankle on top of a few pillows and then pulls a soft blanket over herself and snuggles down into the couch. she’s asleep almost immediately, and you put on schitt’s creek, just in case she drifts in and out and wakes up. she doesn’t; you have to shake her awake two hours later at a normal dinner time. you warm up her food for her, as promised, and eat your bowl beside her, then get her water and her next dose of pain medication.

‘we’re signing ava silva,’ she says, marginally more awake for a good five minutes. 

ava silva, wunderkind with the worst injury you’ve ever seen; a 9 too. ‘i thought i was replacing shannon.’

‘i’m sure you will,’ beatrice assures you. ‘we need a sub, at least.’

‘you think she’ll be good.’

‘we both know she’s good, lilith.’

she settles back into the couch. ‘you think she’ll be great.’

she smiles a little absently, but genuine all the same. ‘let’s hope so.’

eventually, you wake her up and help her to bed, despite the fact that she tries to do it herself, even up her steep stairs. i’m used to being alone, you understand still. 

she gets situated in her giant, gorgeous bed in her perfect house, all gossamer curtains fluttering in the salt breeze off the ocean. ‘thanks, lilith.’

‘sleep well, beatrice.’

/

(and ava silva, it turns out, is great, although you’d rather die than say it out loud. beatrice stands in front of the full length mirror in the fitting room and smooths down the non-existent wrinkles in her traditional chinese wedding outfit, bright red and embroidered in gold. it’s probably the most incredible piece of clothing you’d ever seen.

‘what do you think?’

it’s an insane question, really. ‘you look… you look really beautiful, beatrice.’

she smiles, shyly; you’re thirty, now, old enough to be able to feel an easy fondness. ‘thank you.’

‘you owe me a burger and many, many cocktails after this, though.’

‘sure, sure.’

if you cry at their wedding while ava stands in a wispy, open-backed dress and smiles so big her eyes almost close and, with steady hands, promises everything to beatrice, to, maybe, your first friend — well, no one says a word.)

#footy au #wn #prompts #warrior nun fic #avatrice #but mostly bea & lilith honestly just... being weird horribly soft friends #i WILL post ch4 by the weekend sorry !!!!!

[gritsandbrits]

So how;s adam and eve reunion gotta be ? it's must be full with drama

"So this is what youve been up to all these centuries?" Adam remarked, taking note of Eve's outfit. 

Gone were the elegant blue, pink and white robes that denoted her as his Other. Now she wore overalls and a plain gray shirt. A leather ultility belt hung around her hips. Her hair, once a luscious river of brown, was cut shorter and braided. 

"If youre here to take back there the answer is no," replied the brunette.

Hm. it seems looks werent the only thing that changed about Eve.

"I'm not here to take you back, Im just wanted to know how youve been," said Adam. Hs lips formed a sly grin. 

"Though if you want to, I can convince Sera to-"

"You will convince nobody, Im through with that place."  Eve's voice sharpened some more. 

Adam was taken aback. The audacity of this woman he grumbled internally. He didnt know what to think! He was so used to her soft, demure mannerisms. She never raised her voice at anyine not when the kids were acting up, and definitely not at him. 

What changed? 

Adam glanced over at his sweet wittle Abel, who only stood awkwardly at the unexpected family reunion.

Of course, if he played his cards right then Eve would be back by his side by the night's end. She would do anything for their real kids!

But then he remembered Kané. He had told her to hide, that he would not reveal her until he could persuade Eve to hear him out. 

Charlie felt it wasnt her place to interrupt. She didnt know what to say. But she did know Adam had a trick of his sleeve. So she sent him a warning glare, daring him to mess up.

"Ooh this is better than a soap opera," Angel Dust whispered excitedly as he cradeled Phat Nuggets. He was enjoying the mayhem unfolding.

"Normally I wouldnt care about Adam but I'm bored," Veggie replied with equal interest. Even back in her exterminator days it was no secret how Adam treated Eve. He never defended her when other angels scorned & looked down at her, so when news of her disappearance reached her ears, Veggie was not surprised. 

Besides, he had this coming a LONG while. She was glad to have a front row seat at the day of reckoning. 

Husk simply took out his flask. This was going to be a long night. 

All the while Kané stood in her hiding spot behind the cacti. She could see the resemeblance between her mama and Eve, even with obvious differences there was no doubt the First Woman Ever was their grandmother. The way she presented herself caused a wave of comfort for the girl, as if she could trust her with her deepest, darkest secrets. 

Adam was not moved. He didnt expect his wife, his soulmate to reject him like that.

"Now look after everything we've been through, you dont want to be in paradise? We worked hard for it, Evie! You deserve to stay here."

Eve crossed her arms. Adam began to sweat. He really wished he had his mask. 

"I mean, not here in this shitstain or Earth, but up there", he pointed up at the ceiling. "Please Evie, come back to us. We miss you, the rest of the brood miss you."

That part was genuine. He really did miss her. He hated that the one chance at being together again was slipping through his fingers. Lilith was probably cheering somewhere at this update.

Eve shuddered at the pet name. She loathed him for pulling that out, and loathed herself for nearly buying that. Centuries apart and he still managed to makr her weak in the knees.

But she had to keep going! Evelyn Lambert worked too far and too hard to succumb back to that demure helpless trophy everyone expected her to be.

"No. You dont get to call me that! You knew how they treated me and did nothing to stop it! All they did was insult and belittle me, you were my husband and supposed to protect me!" She pointed an accusatory finger at him. 

"Well what did you expect me to do punch every angel who ever looked at us funny? That's not exactly holy behavior," chided Adam. 

"Oh you are a real piece of work my love," Eve snipped. "Like we're all supoosed to ignore that you went off on a mad crusade because you were too spineless to admit all of us are capable of sin? You didnt even think twice that doing so would cause a war!"

Adam winced. He hadn't thought of that. But no matter! There was no war and a mere instance of hell figthing back didn't erase countless years of victories his extermination squad achieved.

"Hey a war wouldn't be possible anyways because look at them! We are much more stronger, they just got lucky," boasted the First Man. 

"And they cheated! That fucking thing stabbed me in the back!" He pointed at Nifty, who could only reply with a satisfied grin. 

"An unnarmed man! And left his kids without both parents!" Adam continued, hoping his put-on was enough to soothe his beloved' heart. 

Abel cupped his face and sighed. Even during a serious moment his fayher loved being a drama king. It was such a common put-on Abel could smell it a mile away. 

Unknown to him, Kané shared the same sentiment. She pinched her nose, wasn't Adam's arrogance the reason why he was in hell in the first place? Why is he regressing all of a sudden? She held her tongue.

Eve gritted her teeth. God, she was so done with her ex's mind games!

As if somebody left the window opened a cold wind blasted through the room. Everyone tensed, Vaggie and Angel ready to move in case things got uglier.

"Talk about hell hath no fury," muttered Kané shrinking hwrself further away. Whisps of curls flew about Eve's face, her eyes glowing even more purple with a protective fury.

Charlie tugged her jacket tightly, her drealocks blowing around her face.  She watched as Eve posed herself straighter. She swore she could see the faint outlines of butterfly wings on the woman.

Before Adam could say anything else (preferably HIDE), Abel finally stepped in and placed comforting hands on his mom's shoulders. He spoke to her in a language Kané couldnt ubdertand. It seemed to calm her down as the wind stopped blowing and the room temp returned to normal. 

"Come on, Let's all sit down and discuss this like real adults." Abel directed that last part at his dad.

"I believe this matter also concerns you Your Highness," he addressed Charlie. 

"Hopefully we can get all this sorted out peacefully," the hell princess spoke. She was ready to intervened one she felt that wind. She wouldnt let anyone get hurt, especially at Adam's hand. 

Shrugging, Adam went over to the table, as Eve Abel and Charlie sat down. The older brunette took a place on the opposite end but still kept her violet eyes on Adam. She had a good mind to throw a wrench at his stupid smexy face. 

Kané still watched as her family began to convers, interspersed with bits of Angel Dust's disappointment at the lackluster resolution. 

For some reason she couldnt muster the courage to step out. Was it fear? Eve would probably hate her if she found out she was Cain's grandkid. 

Suddenly she felt something tugging at the bottom of her jacket. She turned to see a little purple lamb nibbling at her. 

"Hey hey hey shoo shoo!" She spoke as loudly as she could to not give away her position. The lamb was too entranced by the flavor of unwashed polyester. Kané tried to pushed it away but some how she tripped.

"Gah! Fuck!" 

The poor girl fell forward, causing everyone to turn her away. The mischievous scampered off with its prize, a piece of green cloth. 

The four royals got up to see the irritated girl laying on the floor. Eve and Abel could only gape as Charlie rushed over the help her.

Adam froze.

The jig was up.

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin eve #hazbin abel #hazbin fanfic #hazbin oc #oc x canon #platonic oc x canon #eve oc #oc: kane #oc: evan smith #oc: evangeline #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel #hazbin tag #adam x eve #gb asks