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La Petite Mort

Summary: Reader finds out Lorraine has just been bearing through intimacy with RJ, and takes it upon herself to educate her on how it should be done

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language

A/N: Anon who requested this, whoever you are, forehead kiss you little horny angel. This was a real pleasure to write. If you don't read this in Lorraine's adorable accent, I will come for you.

LPM - La Drague (Part II) LPM - C'est Comme Ça (Part III)

LPM -T'en Va Pas (Part IV) LPM - Vouloir, C'est Pouvoir(Part V)

LPM - La Fin (Part VI)

Texas summers were nearly unbearable. The humidity rolled off the gulf coast and simmered in the blazing sun, soaking through your clothes and ensuring your sweat never evaporated. The problem with the weather in East Texas was that it forced you to suffer the ocean air, even with the warm dark waters hours away. You did your damnedest not to think about it while throwing bales of hay into the back of the ranch truck.

You had big dreams of moving out of state and going to a University in a place that was green and cool, but your reality was much more difficult to bear. The first strike against you was that you came from humble roots, your family mostly working for wealthy ranchers in the countryside. Your second and most egregious strike was being a woman. Sure, it was 1980, and girls went to college, but only the exceptional were accepted in the major universities on the East and West coasts. You were painfully average in IQ, and while you were lean and strong from a lifetime of working at ranches, women’s sports weren’t exactly the top priority of the country.

You’d settled for now, saving up your money and sweating away as a ranch hand until you had enough in your pocket to make your escape. Your palms were beginning to burn, the bale ropes cutting into your callouses as you had foregone gloves for the sake of trying to keep cool. With the truck bed piled high, you slam the tailgate shut and walk around to the driver's side, wiping your forehead with your wrist. You climb in and start the old Chevy, ready to get it rolling back to the cool shade of the barn. You put the truck in drive, imagining it was your luggage in the back and the open road in front of you. You glance at the passenger seat and smile, the image of a girl sitting there painting itself in your head.

The girl always started out as something innocent, but the image of her inevitably warped in your mind from a shadowy stranger into one you knew well. Tanned caramel skin, dark chestnut hair blowing in the wind, and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. You sigh and shake your head, trying to etch-a-sketch the vivid picture from behind your eyes. As the truck rolls around the dirt road, the very figure of your imagination pulls into view.

Lorraine Day, the rancher's daughter and your friend, was sitting leaning up against the shady side of the barn, her nose in a book. You grip the steering wheel a little harder, trying to cool yourself. Lorraine was all sweet southern charm, innocent doe eyes, and small half smiles. She also happened to be the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, and your friendship with her was a daily challenge. You’d thought it would get easier after she started dating RJ, but in reality, it got worse. She was so far out of his league it was laughable, but she had fallen for his goofy charm and enthusiasm for film. You thought he was far too pretentious and self-righteous, a point you’d made to her often.

You back the truck up to the barn door and park it, sliding out into the sun. Lorraine closes her book and looks up at you, a smile pulling at her lips. You were such a sucker for that smile. You drop the tailgate open and slide the closest bale to the end, turning your head over your shoulder to return the smile.

“Mornin, Lorraine.” You say, dipping your head at her in greeting.

“Good mornin y/n, you’re gettin started awfully early today.”

You pull the bale down, holding it by the two ropes that bound it, and nod your head, “Can’t be workin in this weather in a few hours. Figured I’d get the heavy liftin done early.”

She hums in agreement and leans back against the barn, watching you haul the bales down off the truck and walk them inside. When you come out for the next bale, she gets up and strolls over to you. She hops up and sits on the side of the tailgate, swinging her legs.

“Hey, when you’re done, you wanna go grab some ice cream in town? Daddy took the truck to the livestock auction today, so I’m stuck here.” She drawls, plucking strands of hay from the bale beside her.

You smirk and pull another bale off the truck, grunting with the effort. “You gonna help me haul these bales, or just sit there lookin all pretty like, asking me for favors?”

Her eyebrows go up, and she laughs, the sound like music to your ears. “You know full well I can’t help you move these things. And it’s not a favor, it’s an invitation.”

You walk back from the barn to the truck bed, shaking your head, chuckling. Only three bales left to move and you’re done for the morning.

“An invitation to take my truck and spend my money on ice cream for you?” You jab playfully at her, enjoying yourself.

You walk the next bale into the shade of the barn and throw it down next to the stall, turning back for the last two. The sun is beaming down on Lorraine, her hair shining in the light and her dark eyes glittering. You puff your cheeks up with air and let it out all at once, shaking your head.

She’s working you, widening her eyes and blinking slowly, “Come on y/n, it’ll be quick. Promise.”

You pull the last two bales off the truck and laugh. You’re such a sucker.

“Yeah alright, get in the truck.”

The drive to town is a quick fifteen minutes, all back country roads and open fields in between. The windows are rolled down, the wind softly licking at your sweaty neck and whipping your hair into your eyes. You glance over to the passenger seat, your fantasy from earlier coming true in a small way. Lorraine has one arm on the window, her head slightly tilted out, letting the rushing air pull her hair out of her face.

The ice cream shop is nearly empty, most folks deeming 10 AM too early for something so sweet. You buy a strawberry cone for Lorraine and a lemon for yourself. You take them to your truck to eat on the drive back to the ranch. You can’t help but notice the pink liquid dripping down the cone onto her fingers as it melts, and you question if you should have asked for strawberry instead of lemon. It would probably taste better on her skin, though.

You toss what’s left of your cone out the window, the lemon seeming bitter now that you had imagined the syrupy, pink sweetness of Lorraine. Her ice cream. Only the ice cream of course. You could never. She would never.

You grit your teeth, white knuckle gripping the steering wheel, trying to undo the sudden knots twisting in your stomach. Lorraine isn’t helping the case, savoring the ice cream with a slow tongue, sucking the melted runoff from her fingers. It’s simultaneously innocent and pornographic. It makes you dislike RJ even more.

She pops the last bit of the cone into her mouth as you pull down the dirt driveway along the side of her house, finally granting you a reprieve. You park next to the barn and jump out of the truck, eager to put some space between yourself and Lorraine. To your great disappointment, she follows you into the barn and sits on a short stack of hay bales as you ready yourself to finish the barn chores.

You pick up a pitch fork and press the teeth into the dirt, leaning on the wooden handle. “You don’t got anything better to do today than watch me sweat, or what?”

She shrugs, picking at the hay, “Nothing interesting.”

“Where’s your boyfriend?” You ask, the question weighted in your gut.

She sighs and purses her lips, “He went with some crew out past Houston to film somethin.”

Your brow furrows, “You don’t sound too pleased about that.”

“Well he says it’s gonna be tasteful, but it’s smut.”

You snort a laugh through your nose, stumbling forward as you press too much weight into the pitchfork. You right yourself and look back to her, her expression unamused.

“He’s shootin a porno?”

She rolls her eyes at you, “I guess if that’s what you want to call it, then yeah.”

You raise your eyebrow at her, grinning, “Well if there’s naked people bumpin up against each other, usually you call that a porno.”

She huffs, “A tasteful one though.”

You laugh in over-exaggerated disbelief, “Tasteful or no, he’s filmin people fuckin. You’re okay with that?”

She gestures vacantly with her hand, shaking her head. “I don’t know. I don’t even know why people want to do stuff like that. Sex ain’t all that exciting anyway.”

You bark out a laugh, then stop when you realize she wasn’t joking.

“What do you mean, it ‘ain’t all that exciting’?” You air quote, waiting for her to clarify.

She shrugs, “It just ain’t. Everyone acts like it’s some grand ole time, but mostly I find myself just waitin for it to be over.”

Your jaw drops, and you let go of the pitchfork, dropping that too. “You mean to tell me RJ ain’t shakin your tree every other hour?”

The blush that rises up her neck tells you everything you need to know. She has no idea what it’s supposed to be like. Obviously, her boyfriend is doing something terribly wrong. The heat rises to her cheeks and she starts chewing the inside of her lip.

“I mean he does, but I won’t let him much. It’s more fun for him than it is for me.”

You scoff and bend over to pick up the pitchfork. You’re shaking your head, opening the empty horse stall, quietly exiting the conversation before you say something she won’t like.

She pipes up before you can enter the stall, the frown on her face clear even from the other side of the barn. “What? You been doin better? I don’t see you running around town with any boys.”

You purse your lips and turn back to her, “Well that’s your first problem right there, Lorraine. I don’t go runnin around with boys.”

You turn back to the stall to let her absorb the information. It takes her a few minutes, enough time for you to start mucking the hay. You hear her get up and figure she would leave, but her head pops up over the side of the stall, her arms resting on the top beam.

“So you been runnin around with girls then?”

You scoop a pile of soiled hay, nodding once, “Now and again.”

She hums, her brow furrowed in curiosity, “What’s that like?”

“Better’n whatever RJs been doin to you.”

She lifts her head from her hands, irritation spreading across her face, “You tellin me you could do better?”

This is a line you hadn’t ever walked. Sure, you flirted with her subtly but never outright propositioned her. Maybe it’s the heat that has your brain a little foggy, or maybe the realization that the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen had never been given a proper orgasm pushed you to the line.

“Without a doubt.” You say, not looking up from your work.

She’s quiet, and you worry you’ve gouged an indelible mark into your friendship. You glance up at her and are surprised to find hesitant but curious eyes on you. You stop working and watch her eyes trail down your neck and over your shoulders. You cock your head, was she checking you out?

She glances back up and realizes you’ve caught her, and the blush returns to her cheeks. She drops off the side of the stall and out of your sight, so you stake the pitchfork into the ground and slowly exit back into the open barn. You’re nervous, so you stick your hand in your pocket for the candies you stash there, hoping to keep yourself busy while you mend whatever damage you’d just done.

She’s sitting on the hay bales again, biting her nails. You approach her and open your palm, a watermelon Jolly Rancher rolling there.

“Quit chewin your nails. Have a candy.”

She takes it quickly, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth. She’s gazing up at you, her face thoughtful.

She pushes the candy into her cheek, “How does it work?”

You roll the blue sweet around in your mouth, wondering how in-depth to go, “Depends. We have mouths and hands just like any boy.”

She gulps and sputters, “Your mouth?”

You raise your eyebrows at her, this is worse than you’d thought. “Well yeah, don’t RJ do that to you?”

She shakes her head no, eyes wide. You lick your lips, unconsciously taking a step toward her. Her lips part just slightly, her eyes growing dark with her pupils expanding. You catch her stealing the fastest glance at your lips and consider your losses if you do cross this line. If she rejects you, you can laugh it off and go back to mucking the horse stall. But if she doesn’t, oh, the consequences of that are enough to make your mouth water around the hard candy on your tongue.

You take another step toward her, gauging her reaction. Her fingers twitch at her side, and she inhales sharply, but she doesn’t move away. The candy in your mouth has dissolved completely, the extra saliva under your tongue mixing sweet and syrupy. Hers is gone too, either swallowed whole or meeting the same fate as yours. You throw caution to the wind and reach down, cupping her jaw in your hand. Her breathing speeds up, her chest rising and falling quickly beneath her shirt.

You lean in, inches from her lips, emboldened by her body language, and whisper, “I could show you, if you want.”

She gulps again, “You-you could?”

“Would you like me to show you?” You say, your voice low and soft, just a hair away from her lips.

She nods slowly, inhaling deeply. It’s all the consent you need, and you close the gap, pressing your lips into hers. You intended to take it slow, ease her into the idea of kissing a girl. But she surges forward the moment your lips meet, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you close. Your tongue glides across her lip, and she gasps, opening her mouth to greet your tongue with hers. Her hands are in your hair, gripping, and her knees are spreading apart, allowing you more space to move in on her.

She whimpers when you bite softly on her bottom lip, and a fire ignites in your lower belly. Your hands begin to wander, down her neck, over her shoulders and breasts, sliding down her ribs to her hips. You trail kisses down her jaw and lick at her pulse, eliciting more small mewls from the back of her throat. You take your time on her neck, testing how far she’s willing to let you go. She leans her head back, her hands grasping at your shoulder blades over your shirt.

She’s touch starved, hungry for an intimacy that is clearly missing from her current relationship. You pull back and drop to your knees between her legs, looking up at her while tracing your fingers along the hem of her shirt. You can feel her stomach twitch under your fingers, excited and ticklish. She looks down at you with a mixed expression. She’s nervous, but she wants this. More than you had expected. She takes her shirt from under your fingers and pulls it over her head, her jaw clenched but her head nodding yes.

You slow your approach, if she’s nervous, you know she won’t enjoy it as much. You take the time to soothe her, ease her into it, make her comfortable with wanting you. Her denim shorts are bunched up, revealing miles of skin, hot to the touch. You run your palms from her knees up to her hips, inching your body in between her legs until your chest is pressing into her stomach. You plant a soft kiss on her ribs, just under her bra, your hands making their way to her waist to steady her.

She reaches down to you, her hand sliding around the side of your neck, and pushes you back some so she can lean down and kiss you again. You savor the sugary taste on her tongue, the two flavors of jolly ranchers mixing in your mouth. She seems more sure now, her hands wandering across your shoulders and back, taking in your form. You break away from her lips and shuffle back to press hot, open mouthed kisses below her belly button, running your tongue along the top of her shorts. She leans back on her hands, opening her body to you.

You take the button of her shorts between your fingers and look up at her, waiting for permission. She nods hurriedly, reaching down to help you push them off of her. You brush her rushing hands away and undo the button, pulling her forward to the edge of the hay bale. The shorts and her underwear hit the ground behind you as you toss them over your shoulder, your hands returning to the tops of her thighs. You spread her legs, and your jaw drops at the sight.

You didn’t think she could get more attractive, and yet, here she was, soaking wet and wanting and absolutely beautiful.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper, your eyes glued to her center.

She gasps and tries to close her legs but ends up squeezing your shoulders as you lean in.

“Oh god, is it bad, it’s never been like this, I-“ she’s breathless and panicky, but you cut her rambling off with a kiss to her swollen clit.

You drag your tongue from her opening back up to her clit, circling it once, twice, then sucking it in between your lips. She’s lost all composure, forgetting her insecurities and letting out surprised sighs and soft moans. You detach and turn your head, nip at her thigh, and soothe it with your tongue. You look up at her and grin.

“Don’t apologize. You’re incredible.” You say, your voice raspy.

She whimpers as you dive back in, licking up all the nectar she has to give you. She is decidedly better than the ice cream you’d had earlier, the salt of her sweat mingling in the sweetness between her legs. You dip your tongue inside her entrance, and one of her hands winds its way into your hair. You pull your tongue out and drag it up to her clit again, lapping at it slowly, learning what she likes through touch and sound alone. She’s shaking under your mouth, her legs squeezing your head as you wrap your hands around them. You give her one long suck, rolling your tongue over her and she cums, hard. Her hips tilt up into your face and her hand in your hair presses you into her, her head thrown back and mouth open. You keep at it, letting her ride it out as long as she can until she’s pushing your head back, twitching and panting.

You kiss the inside of her thighs on both legs and look up at her, a wide smile on your shining lips. She’s still gasping for air, but she looks down at you, and it’s clear she’s in awe.

“That’s…that was…I’ve never…” she stutters, still breathless.

You rest your arms on her legs, smirking up at her in self-satisfaction, “Come down here with me, and we can do it again.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again. And again, if you want.”

The next thing you know, you’re on your back, fresh hay clinging to your hair and the sweet smell of alfalfa working its way into your clothes. Lorraine leans down and kisses you, groaning into your lips, looking for the “again” that was promised. You don’t tell her you could do this all day with her, you don’t even need food. Just her.

She’s reaching down and pulling your shirt up, so you sit up, letting her pull it over your head before crashing back down into you. Moaning at the feeling of your skin on hers. You reach around her back, still kissing her, and unclasp her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. She sits up and slings it aside, quick to return to your lips. She’s hurried now, her skin burning hot on yours. Her kisses are growing sloppy in her rush, but you find you enjoy it even more that way.

You lift your hips and roll her over, settling your leg between hers and taking in the view. Her dark hair is mixed with the hay, the contrast making it even more beautiful. You lean into her and realize you’re criminally overdressed, so you unbutton your jeans and push them to your ankles before kicking them off behind you. Now when you lean in, you can feel how wet she is on your thigh, and the sensation alone nearly takes you out.

You drop your face into her neck again, kissing and nipping her skin, leaving faint pink marks in your wake. While your lips begin their descent to her chest, your hand runs down her ribs. You slide your leg back, and your fingers find her clit, rubbing small circles over the overly sensitive area. A soft “oh” falls from her lips when you run your tongue over her nipple, then suck on it softly. Her hands are restless, her nails running down your spine, up the back of your neck, softly gripping your hair only to release and begin again.

She’s not twitching away from your fingers anymore, her body recovered and ready for round two. You run your fingers through her, groaning around her nipple as you feel how warm and wet she is. You slide two fingers into her, and she sighs in relief. Like she’d been waiting for you all day. Like nothing was more desirable than your fingers filling her up. You release her nipple with a pop and breathe slowly through your nose, fending off your own orgasm feeling how tight she was around you. Once you’ve recovered, you begin to pump your arm, curling your fingers softly before you pull out. You graze her G spot and she shouts, clenching down on you and sitting up on her elbows. You stop moving, looking up at her in alarm.

“Did I hurt you?”

She swallows, her eyes wide, “No, no, it’s just. What was that?”

Of course, RJ hadn’t ever hit that spot. You internally roll your eyes at his ineptness. It was criminal, she hadn’t even known the spot was there.

You curl your fingers again, pressing into it, “You mean this?”

Her eyes roll and her lashes flutter, her arms shaking under her, “Yeah, yes. How?”

You pull out slightly, then push back in and do it again, pulling another whimper from her throat, “Do you like that?”

She nods, dropping back to the ground.

You lean over her, your mouth close to her ear, “Tell me.”

“I like it,” she sighs, her hands moving into your hair, “Oh god I like it.”

You smile and press a kiss to the side of her jaw, “Good.” You say and begin moving your fingers again.

You use your thumb to circle her clit gently, and her breathing speeds up. One hand in your hair, and one squeezing your shoulder. She pulls you down, kisses you feverishly, groaning through her nose as your tongues slide across each others. Your pace is steady as you fuck her into the ground, alternating between kissing her lips and down her neck. Her nails drag across your back, digging deep into your skin, the sting giving you goosebumps.

Her neck is straining and she’s panting, arching her back up into your body. Her moans grow closer together and louder.

“Oh, fuck y/n, right there,” she groans, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“

The rest of her statement is cut off by a low pitched moan, her body seizing up and her legs squeezing your body. The sound of her orgasm sends you hurtling into your own, stiffening your back and clenching your legs. She drops into the hay and dirt just before you drop onto her, bodies spent and hearts racing. You slide your weight off to her side, pulling your hand out from between her legs, your head resting on her shoulder. You lay your arm across her, careful not to let your fingers fall into the dirt.

Once the post orgasmic high wears off, you sit up, looking down at her. Her eyes are far away, distant in thought. You caress her cheek with the back of your hand, smiling warmly.

“You okay?”

She blinks quickly, her eyes shifting over to you. She nods, “More than okay.”

“You wanna do it again?” You ask her, smiling coyly at her.

She looks dumbfounded, her mouth opening and closing without speaking. You smirk at her, feeling smug about the state you’ve put her in.

She finally comes around and nods, “I just need a minute.”

You shrug, “That’s okay. Take all the time you need. My day is yours now.”

She sits up, her eyes wide and a half smile tugging at her lips. She pulls you over, kissing you slowly and softly. As the pace begins to pick up, the sound of car tires on the gravel outside rip the two of you apart.

Lorraine gasps, her eyes wide with terror, “Daddy.”

You frown, “Well, no one’s ever called me that before, but I’m not against the nickname.”

She shoves your shoulder and scrambles to her feet, looking for her clothes, “No idiot. My dad, he’s home.”

“Oh shit!” You yelp, joining her in the search for clothing.

It’s a mad dash, pulling on underwear and pants and shoes, shuffling around in the barn, both of you trying not to giggle. You hear his footsteps approaching and run into the horse stall, frantically grabbing the abandoned pitch fork. Lorraine scrambles up the side of the stall and sits perched on the edge, pretending to watch you muck out the hay.

Her eyes are wild, and she whispers to you, “I couldn’t find my panties.”

You blanch, knowing full well if Mr. Day saw the Sunday panties in the hay, he’d know exactly what had gone on. You pop your head over the stall, your eyes scanning the barn floor for them. You finally catch sight of them, half hidden under the rusty old tractor in the corner. Too far for you to run over to hide them. You cross your fingers, hoping he doesn’t catch sight of them. Lorraine is doing a horrendous job of appearing nonchalant, twisting her fingers and swinging her legs. You glance up at her as he walks in and give her your hardest ‘be chill’ look before you start shoveling horse shit.

“There’s my beautiful daughter,” Mr. Day’s low, scratchy voice rumbles out as he saunters over to the stall, patting her back and looking over the wall at you.

“And my favorite ranch hand. Hard at work, as always.”

You stop shoveling to stand and smile at him. You shoot him a wink, “You know me sir, always workin on somethin.”

He barks out a laugh, his mustache getting caught between his lips. He sighs, patting Lorraine’s leg, “You’re a good kid, y/n. A damn good kid.” He looks up at his daughter, “Good company for my baby girl, keep her around, Lorraine.”

He pats her leg once more and turns to shuffle out of the barn, making his way up to the house. Lorraine lets out a breath you hadn’t realized she was holding and slouches over. You grin up at her conspiratorially. She grimaces at you, making you frown.

“Whats’a matter? He didn’t suspect a thing.”

She starts wringing her hands again, looking down at her fingers, “What if RJ finds out?”

You snort and shake your head “Baby, he’s got his head so far up his own ass I’m pretty sure I could make you cum in front of him, and he wouldn’t notice.”

She shoots you an exasperated look, picking up a loose screw off the post next to her and throwing it at you.

“He would too notice, and he’s gonna notice these.” She says, softly running her fingertip over the bite marks and hickeys on the inside of her thighs.

She shivers, closing her eyes and licking her lips. You dip your head down, pretending not to see but grinning like mad at the hay in your pitchfork. Hopefully, he did notice the marks. Hopefully, she figured you were better for her than he was. Hopefully, the first petite mort you had given her opened her eyes to the possibilities of satisfaction. When you lift your head to look at her again, she’s smiling at you.

“Your apartment got room for two?”

“You gonna buy me dinner first?” You ask, smirking.

“If you do that to me again, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“I want a great big ranch house and a new truck.” You tell her, dropping the pitchfork and strutting over to her.

You put your hands on her knees and open her legs, stepping between them again, her hips at face height. You rest your head on her thigh and look up at her. Her eyes are soft and warm, and she reaches out to run her fingers through your hair.

“I think I can find a way to make that happen.”

“Put it on your tab.” You say, kissing the bite mark on her thigh.

“It’s gonna run up pretty high.”

“You can afford it.”

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artificial-transmutations · 9 months

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Transformation Letter: Charlie

Hi my name is Charlie, I would like to be transformed into any man you want. But not an object please. I am 26 yo, 170cm tall with a slim twink body. I have white skin, blue eyes and short dark hair.

You hesitate slowly before putting the envelope into the box. It is not that you are unhappy with who you are, but somehow, the thought of becoming someone else is oddly interesting to you. With a silent thud, the letter falls into the box - it's done now, and you can't retrieve it.

The shady online ad had promised that changing your body was not only possible, but really easy to do, too. All you had to do was write a letter to the company and they would care for the rest. To be honest, you don't really believe in all that. It was scientifically unlikely that anyone had developed a technology to change bodies - let alone at a distance knowing nothing more than your name. But still, you had been curious enough to try it.

So, you composed a lengthy letter, describing exactly who you are and what you want changed. That you are happy with your slim build but would like to change certain details. For example, your dark hair could be a bit more interesting. And your butt could be a bit juicier. Oh, and if they shaved one or two years off, leaving you at 22 again, that would certainly not hurt.

It's not like you are old, not even having hit 30 yet, but the gay community was somewhat superficial - picking up guys had been easier a few years ago.

You even attached a picture to your letter showing how you look right now.

What you didn't do though, is read the description of the ad thoroughly. Instead of monetary compensation, they reserved the right to choose your transformation. All the details you worked out for your change will ultimately be in vain - and you are entirely at the mercy of a faceless internet company, having unknowingly sealed a contract that grants them all rights on your physical appearance.

Of course, you know nothing of that. After having put in the letter, you head back home and fix yourself a salad before heading to bed early.

Over the course of the next few days, absolutely nothing happens and soon, you have already forgotten the strange ad and the letter you sent. You continue to live your life without knowing your letter has been dispatched, delivered and processed at its destination. Until, a good week later, suddenly, your face feels itchy. Thinking nothing you scratch at the itchy spot, but the itching returns a few moments later.

When you touch your chin again to scratch it again, your hands meet an unfamiliar feeling. There are short, bristly hairs on your chin! But that's impossible! You never grow a beard, and you distinctively remember being entirely smooth this morning. You quickly rush to the bathroom to have a look in the mirror and almost can't believe your eyes:

There is a clearly visible five o' clock shadow in your face, looking alien and ill-fitting. But it's definitely there. When you touch the short hairs again, you can feel the short hairs bend slightly to your touch. They are dark and clearly visible against your skin. This is definitely *your* stubble! You are growing a beard!

Suddenly, you remember the letter. But that can't be, can it? You certainly didn't wish for a beard! Perhaps this is some kind of side-effect?

You have a closer look at your face, searching for further changes. You notice a dirty spot on your cheek.

Has this been there a minute ago? You try to rub it off but only manage to smear it across your face. You try again, this time with water, but as you look up, you find the dark smear having spread all over your face. Even worse, when you try to wash it off, only some of it comes off. The rest of the dark muddy dirt seems to have seeped into your skin and has made it darker than before, like a tan.

You can even watch the tan spreading in the mirror. Going down your quite hairy chin onto your neck and disappearing into your shirt at the collarbone.

Quickly, you try to wriggle out of your shirt, only to find that surprisingly difficult. When you finally manage to do so, you understand why at once: Your body has bulked up considerably! Your torso that has darkened with the spreading tan and is also covered with stubbly dark hair is way more muscular than before. Your shoulders are broader, and your entire frame is... bulky to say the least. There is not much left from your original slim and twinky body. By the second, you're becoming buffer and darker. When you look back into the mirror, your face reminds you nothing of what it was! It even appears as if you have actually gained a few years, putting you at least past the mark of 30.

This is impossible! You have to stop that. You need to call the company right now!

With that thought, you rush to your laptop and try to remember the company name. Artificial something was it, right? Transformation? No, wait. Transmutation. That's it. You start entering the company name into the search engine but find it increasingly difficult to do so. You do know how to type, of course, but your hands are getting bigger and less precise. When you finally hit enter, the search engine lists the results.

Or, at least you think it does. You blink once, squint your eyes and blink again. You can clearly read the letters on the screen, but the composition makes no sense at all. It's like trying to read an entirely different language. But that can't be! English is your mother tongue, you should be able to read it clearly. Instead, you only recognize very few simple words. "and" for example, or "I".

It's no use. You have lost the ability to read English. But certainly, you can read another language? You try not to think about anything as you type a new query in the address bar of the browser.

Well, good news is that you can read the texts again when the site loads. It's clearly Spanish that you have no problem understanding. But instinctively, you have entered a porn site. Gay porn, to be precise - good. At least this hasn't changed.

Just looking at the pictures makes your cock grow in your pants. And grow. And grow. When you look down at your lap, you recognize a massive beast of burden that certainly wasn't there before, either. Curiously, you unzip your pants and are greeted by a large, throbbing, uncut cock, framed by dark curly pubic hair. Of course, in your old body you always shaved your pubic hair neatly. However, here it's ungroomed and a dark contrast to your tanned brown-ish skin. With the cock that has sprung free, you also freed a cloud of musky smell. The manly smell of unwashed groin and sweat, along with traces of piss and precum.

Without thinking, you take a deep breath and then another one. That smells good, you decide, and your throbbing cock agrees. You grab your large cock with your large hand and start a video with your left one.

As you watch the manly figures on the screen fucking each other, your quickly start to move your hand up and down your length, too. A deep, rumbling sound escapes your throat and soon, your heavy balls begin to churn. You are going to cum!

The thought makes your head spin, and you quickly aim your cock at your laptop's screen. Your mind is so overwhelmed with lust, it's not like you can even think anymore. When your first rope of cum lands on the screen, splashing all over the photos, the second shot flies even further and lands in a pool of white semen on the keyboard.

Huffing and panting, you slowly regain clarity. God damnit, you didn't really do *that*, right?

Worse enough that you snuck into your clients home and used his laptop to watch porn, no. Now your sticky cum is slowly running down the screen and dripping under the keys. There's no way you’re able to clean this up properly.

Awkwardly, you use your shirt to wipe over the laptop superficially. Still, there is a clearly visible spot of dried cum on the screen and the keys will be sticky to operate. You briefly consider cleaning the machine with water but don't want to damage it.

It's no use. You just hope your client won't notice until you are gone. On that note, you quickly make your way back into the garden, resuming your work in the heat of the summer, only clad in a short pair of shorts that accentuates your huge Mexican cock.

Gone is Charlie the twink. Your new life is Carlos, the dumb and randy Mexican gardener.

What is this? A "Transformation Letter"? Yes, you heard right! Over at my riot page, you can send transformation letters that will change your life forever. The only catch? You can't choose what you will become. Carlos here is certainly changed a lot, but not like he intended. Would you be luckier if you tried? Head over to the instructions to try your luck!

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smuttykdrama · 4 months

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[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]

Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.

(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!

"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“

You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.

“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."

As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.

"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"

You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.

"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."

Your eyes widened in anger.

"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"

Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.

“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."

Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.

"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"

Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.

SLAP.

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."

Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice.

“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."

You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.

"Harder..."

He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.

"(Y/N), fuck, im yours. I'm yours, so own me."

That's what you liked to hear.

[END]

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upheavalofmemory · 11 months

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Intuitive PAC | Who is your next lover?

Howdy! I had this one in the drafts for a little while! I think I intended to have more than three piles, but since it's been a while since I've started it, we are keeping it at three! Choose a pile and get some intuitive predictions on your next lover! This may or may not pertain to your future spouse, use discretion as needed.

♢ There are three piles to choose from. Pile one is the green bow, pile two is the pile of papers, and pile three is the green fan. Feel free to pick one or several piles.♢

Due to the fact there are only three piles, you may not have a message here. Take what resonates and leave the rest!

Pile 1 ♢ Green Bow

Someone shady/snake-y. Slithers like a snake, might walk very quietly and elegantly. Firm boundaries. Misunderstandings. The color blue (favorite color or blue eyes). Tattoo that wraps around the arm. Brilliant blue (lots of blue coming through). Snakebites. Elegant.

Masculine/Males: May be tall with darker features (brown/black hair; seeing curls) with possible blue eyes. Thin & agile. Wears a lot of black, somewhat mysterious and seductive.

Feminine/Females: long black/brown hair, red lips, somewhat of a devil's smile (whatever that means), player energy.

Both/All/Other: dark on the outside, but a softie on the inside. Still dark inside though, it just softens for you. Nice hands. Gold jewelry/a watch. Black & white layered tops, dark academia aesthetic, or old money aesthetic. Possibly wealthy or a very good thrifter.

Pile two ♢ Pile of Papers

Bright and cheerful; red, cherries. Kissable, huggable, adorable. Exit sign, might leave soon (out of town for a trip? For the summer?). Black pearls. Picnic blankets and caressing under a big oak tree, Summer vibes.

Masculine/Males: blonde, strawberry blonde. Boy next door vibes. Sweet and cute, very rosy and sweet. Buys you a lot of flowers, flannels are a closet staple with silver jewelry. Might have a silver or gold tooth, or possible missing teeth (punched out?)

Feminine/Females: shoulder length, poofy light brown hair, almost ginger. Friendly smile and appearance. Cute summer dresses and floral patterns. Brown sandals, crocs with lots of jibbits.

Both/All/Other: friendly vibes! Soft lovers. Happy to have you in their arms, treats you like a gift. May be clingy. Slightly tanned skin. Romantic softies. The relationship may not last long due to outside influences, but it'll be one to remember and one you'll look very fondly at (you may stay lifelong friends because the relationship simply wasn't meant to be; platonic but mistaken for romantic).

Pile three ♢ Green Fan

Heather? Heathen? Black tongs, barbecue or cookout, might meet them there. Plastic cups, drinking and a poolside. They might be a bit drunk when you meet them (liquid courage I heard). Crop top with possibly the American flag? With black mesh?

Masculine/Male: jock? Physically strong. Baseball caps & a large sneaker collection. Nice hands. Dark eyes, like the galaxy (heard that specifically).

Feminine/Female: darker colored makeup, dark under eyes, large eyes (very white & clear), long lashes.

Both/All/Other: doesn't take alcohol well, you might meet them while helping them to their car or something. If it doesn't resonate, you still might be helping them do something when they're struggling under some type of influence and not at their best (injury? Exhaustion?). Might be really embarrassed after this encounter, but fell for the way you care for them. Possibly Black or Hispanic, maybe foreign which is why they need help (possibly you speak their language? Or are incredibly patient?). May take a while for the relationship to start due to ego issues on their end (embarrassment), they really care about a good impression. Might be interested in business, politics, or international affairs.

I didn't get much appearance on this, I see that you might be focusing more on helping them rather than their appearance so you might not get a good look at them.

Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to check out my masterpost with more readings, or you can support me by purchasing a reading by clicking here. Thanks for the support, let me know which pile you picked and if it resonated or not :)!

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undercoverpena · 1 year

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hi! Requesting something like these “On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other's touch while the streets bustle outside. “If we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it's on you."” For price please and thank you! I personally would love to feel this big man push me against a wall haha

#mmvalentinesevent

small, dark and kind of shady

john price x f!reader

It’s sudden. One minute the two of you are walking along the street.

Pretending, hand on his forearm, fingers dancing up and down a vein as the sun kisses your face.

The next you’re in an alleyway. The cool air cooling your skin, spine against firm brick, as the building casts you both in shadows.

His hand, large and calloused, captures your cheek. Pulling your eyes to him, keeping you exactly where he wants you. Feeling his knee between yours.

Did y’need to wear a dress? You said blend in—like a tourist. I am dressed like a tourist, John.

Recon. That's what he had said. The two of you to roam some cobbled European streets, take photos, and pretend to be a couple.

The latter being the easiest part of the whole thing.

Naturally, you weren't sure what recon needed to be collected on your face. Not when his fingers had wrapped around your elbow or when he had pulled you into the alleyway.

Less so now as he studies you, letting his eyes draw across every single part of your face. His eyes were almost hidden by the shadows, thankful his cap is backwards—not that you’d never find his eyes.

You always find them. Across rooms, across streets. A silent conversation is always able to be had through them.

Not that you care. The two of you rarely get a chance to do this, to watch, observe and admire. So many eyes on you both—the captain and his sergeant.

You almost speak, feeling yourself need to. But, you don’t want to shatter the moment. Snap whatever this is and whatever it could become.

Instead, you allow the cars driving over cobble and stone to disturb the peace at the other end of the alleyway. The entrance closest to you both has people peppering the air with languages you only partially understand.

But, no one notices the two of you.

The two people who should know better, but are acting like teenagers. Even with the clouds heavy above the two of you, threatening to spill and rain down on your plans for the day.

Making the task harder. Making the trip last longer. Again, you didn’t care much. The fake story of being a couple in Europe allowed you both to benefit from it. Allow you to lie with him undisturbed.

Meaning now, the lines are blurred. Allowing you to be lost in him, and he in you.

It makes you not want to go home. To return to base and go back to pretending.

You pull him closer by his jacket. The once-tan but now-a-worn-brown one. The one he’d put over your shoulders months ago, not saying a word as he did, side-eyeing you as you buried your cheeks against the lapels. The ones which you suspect had once been soft, but now were bobbled and overwashed.

His chin tilts, staring into your eyes like you have the answers to all his questions.

"If we get caught kissing in a small, dark, and kind of shady alleyway, it's on you, Captain."

"Won't get caught, love."

"Overconfidence, I like it."

He smirks, his low laugh brushing over your skin. The scent of his last cigar flowed in the little space between the two of you. One you wish would attach itself to your clothes, your skin, your bedsheets.

Merging and mingling with the scent he leaves on your skin. When his hand hooks your leg over his hips and calls you pretty, and good, and a bunch of other praises that make your cheeks and chest burn.

"You going to kiss me then, John?"

He strokes his thumb across your cheek, inhaling deeply, his eyes staring into yours. "Y’always in a rush."

“Have you seen yourself?”

His thumb brushes your cheek. “Enough.”

You grin, light and easily. One he pulls from you without trying—has done since this all began.

Licking your lips, you tilt your head. "If I was pissin' around with Soap, you'd rip me a new arsehole."

He chuckles, low and deep. The corners of his mouth twitch, the wired hair catching the limited light. His other hand slid under the hem of your dress, palm grasping your upper thigh.

"You're not wrong."

"Never am, am I, John?"

He shakes his head. "No, love."

Sighing, you roll your hips against his. Watching his throat, seeing how he swallows.

He tries to hide it. He fails at it like he did when he denied he didn’t want to fuck you that first time. The internal war he had with himself almost allowed you to walk out the door.

You’re thankful he lost to his better judgement. Even more glad that he’s changed his judgement, realising how worth it you are.

He presses his forehead against yours, seeing how his eyes have darkened—just enough to know that his original thoughts of a quick makeout were turning into something longer, something which would have you likely walking funny.

The loud sound of a bang is followed by a car horn blaring. But, neither of you pulls your gaze from the other. Not that he’d let you. His hand still holding your cheek in place.

Even if your pulse quickens—even if he feels it—your hand almost flexes to reach for something. Something you don’t even have on you—

“It’s alright, love. I’m here.”

“I know,” you whisper, hooking your finger inside the waistband of his jeans.

Stroking your touch lightly against his skin, hearing the noticeable inhale.

“That’s the problem.”

“I’m the problem, hmm?”

“Well, I’m not the one in charge, distracting the impressionable sergeant who has to collect intel…”

He runs his tongue over the front of his teeth. The first indication you’re going to be warned, your thighs squeezing around his knee at the thought.

“Already got enough intel, love.”

“Oh? So, we’re what? Seeing the sights?”

“I am.”

Your skin warms. Eyes flicking down, never sure what to do with his praise, with his flattering words.

“Look at me.”

You do. You’d do anything he asked. “Still the problem?”

You nod lightly, watching him smirk. “If you kissed me, I’d reconsider though.”

He licks his lips, mumbling a fair, and then he crashes his mouth to yours.

Chapped lips against yours, filling you with warmth similar to the European sun on your skin. You whimper, the sound stolen by his tongue and his mouth.

Mostly, you let yourself feel how his hand keeps you close—so close, there's no space left. His lips burn words into you he hasn’t yet said. Your hand tugging his hips flush against yours. Wanting him. Needing him.

Even if you had him this morning. Even if you'd spent hours, when you should have been sleeping, getting your fill of him.

The two of you are like teenagers when the parents are away. Two people who are not scared of being caught.

Nothing like a captain and his sergeant.

Not that you care at all.

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Broken Prism

Chapter 1

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: Some violence, Batman level of violence

Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Jason Todd assumed Gothamites didn't have souls let alone soulmates, so when he as Robin saves a girl from thugs attacking her school he is shocked when their eyes meet and the world is suddenly a vibrant rainbow. Before they can speak she passes out and he decides to keep her safe he has to watch from afar. Until he dies.

You saw Robin and you saw color. You knew it must be dangerous to be Robin so you let him stay away, hoping someday you could meet and at least hear his voice. Then, it's all black and white again and you mourn the loss of a soulmate you never knew.

A year later you wake up and the world is back in color. You are confused and frightened, not sure what is happening, but you know one thing, you accepted your soulmate hiding before, but now you would find him.

Notes: Hello! This Jason Todd fic is brought to you by the people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. I thought how crazy it would drive someone to first know their soulmate is a masked vigilante, then they die and everything is back to black and white, and then its color again. That person would probably be obsessed with finding out what happened, why it happened, and who exactly their soulmate was to go off and die and then come back to life. I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques always appreciated! PS. once again, my Jason Todd fancast is Lewis Tan (but also this GIF of baby Jason Todd brings a sweet tear to my eye)

The first day of high school could be a lot of things. The day you met a new friend, the day you get a lunch tray dropped on you, the day you have a mortifying wardrobe malfunction. What it shouldn't be was the day you almost die AND meet your soulmate. One or the other, not both. However, your life always seemed unnecessarily complicated so when a pair of armed thugs arrived, taking teachers hostage and diligently searching lockers and bags it shouldn't have surprised you. Honestly, it didn't surprise you when they found what they were looking for inside your backpack. You knew your foster dad was shady, shady enough to try and steal money from Two-Face and hide it in your bag like the coward he was. The minions took you, kicking and screaming, out a side door, dragging you by your hair. You tried to fight, swinging wildly and trying to pull away, yelping when you were yanked back easily.

"What are we taking her for? She's just some snot-nosed kid," one of the thugs said, looking around warily. "We don't have time to take a hostage, the Batman's out early today." The other minion scoffed, yanking again on your hair.

"I'm not scared of that psycho, and I want a new plaything, this one looks fun," he said. "A little young normally but she's filling out well." You felt sick rise in your throat at what he had planned for you. He pulled you ahead of the other attacker, letting him fall back to watch his back. You were rounding the side of the school towards the alley, certain you were going to horribly mutilated and murdered, when you swore you saw a shadow amidst the dumpsters.

Then you heard the other thug collapse, grunting. You tried to turn and look, worried that some other gang was coming to join the fun, but the one holding your hair threw you. Your head rocked against the brick wall of the school. You muttered out a curse as you sat down, starting to see black engulfing you, when you made contact with Robin. Before you lost consciousness you saw it, his eyes suddenly in full color, then you succumbed.

Gotham wasn't the place Jason thought he would find a soulmate. He didn't he'd ever see color in the world. Between the rich trying to buy, sell, or steal anything and everything their sick hearts' desired and the criminals who would kill you on sight just for fun he was surprised anyone, including himself, has a soul to begin with. So when black and white suddenly became color he froze, almost missing the fist coming for him face. Almost. His dodge was late, the thugs punch grazing his cheek, not enough to knock him down but enough that he felt pain in his jaw. He still recovered before the attack, throwing his own punch that was reinforced with black brass knuckles, landing true right to side of the thug's head, knocking the man down and out.

Batman looked at him, gaze dark. He dropped the other attacker on top of the first, grabbing the backpack and getting the money from it. They had been tracking this cash, needing it collected before the toxin that it was doused in caused anyone to start laughing. He promptly lit the stack on fire, making sure it burned to ash, while Jason picked up the girl and took her out of the alley, nearer to the school. He waved down the GCPD that was there and saw two officers come running, waving for an ambulance to follow them down the street. He took one more glance at her, his soulmate, before going back to the alley. Batman motioned to the building next to them and Jason followed, grappling to the roof and landing just after Batman, knowing he was going to get chewed out for at least two things.

"Brass knuckles Robin?" Batman asked. "Those are something you aren't able to use properly yet." Jason glared, but bit his tongue. Better a tongue lashing now than extra training drills in the evening. "And what happened back there? You hesitated, that isn't like you." Jason didn't answer again. The last thing he needed was Batman knowing that the world wasn't in shades of gray for Jason anymore. He could see the red of the bricks of the school, he had seen the brown in your eyes, and the auburn of your hair. He had no idea what these colors were actually called, he would have to borrow the flashcards Dick had bought when he'd met Barbara. "Start talking Robin."

"The brass knuckles are helpful, I didn't need to use more energy to take out that guy who is literally twice my size," he said. He hated to remember that while Batman was fully grown, in his mid-30s, and the peak of his physical self, Jason was still just 16, a little scrawny despite his weight training, and maybe had some growing to do. "And I don't know why I hesitated, maybe it was seeing a kid my own age almost getting her head smashed in." He was watching the EMTs carting her to the ambulance. He felt the need to follow them, make sure she was safe. He wanted to find her tomorrow and talk to her, hear what she sounded like when she wasn't screaming. Batman watched Jason as he watched the girl they saved. Something was up, but he wasn't sure what. They weren't in an area of town that Jason had ever lived, nor did he go there when he wasn't Robin so he didn't know the girl. He would have to keep an eye on his sidekick. For now he just told him to go home. He would do one last sweep of the city and make sure the tainted cash was all collected and destroyed.

Jason should have gone back to the manor, but instead he followed the ambulance to Gotham General, perching on the roof. He watched them drive inside and wished he had a change of clothes, he could at least sneak in easier. He moved to the access stairs and headed down, keeping to the quieter hallways and stairwells until he was able to find her. She was still unconscious, though it looked medicinal now. He stared at her, memorizing her face, counting every freckle, watching her chest go up and down as she slept. He heard voices in the hallway and looked back at her for a moment, silently promising her that she would safe from now on, he would make sure of it. He disappeared into a vent, heading back outside and starting back towards the manor. After about three blocks he knew that Nightwing had found him, so he stopped, waiting for his big brother to catch up.

"Batman wanted me to keep track of you little bird," Nightwing said. Jason rolled his eyes at the name but didn't say anything. It secretly made him feel special, hearing his brother call him a nickname. "So who was the girl?" It figures he had seen him in the hospital room.

"We just saved her from some of Two-Faces bitches at Gotham North high school," he said. "The asshole threw her into a wall, I looked at her and her eyes, they're the most beautiful color I've ever seen." Nightwing's eyebrows got high enough that Jason saw them peeking out of his mask.

"Going to need those flashcards, did you tell Batman?" Nightwing asked. Jason shook his head. "I get it, but he should know..."

"No Dick," Jason said. He knew that Batman would have him running laps around the grounds until he collapsed if he heard Jason calling Dick by his mortal name, but right now he needed his brother to understand how serious he was. Jason didn't want Batman to know, didn't need Batman or Bruce Wayne worrying about him, about what finding his soulmate might do to him. He would be considered a liability, too young to handle the responsibility, balance the need to see her, to protect her, with the need to keep Gotham safe. Dick had already been Nightwing when Barbara had come along, Bruce had simply told him to not let the soulmate urges distract him, and that had been enough. Jason was younger, more reckless, more unpredictable and Bruce would be waiting for him to screw up, another thing to add to the list of things Jason didn't do as well as Dick with.

"He will figure it out," Dick said. Jason stood up and shook his head, grappling away, wanting to get back home and get a shower before patrol tonight. He needed to think.

You started learning the names of colors as soon as you got home. It was amazing, seeing everything the world had to offer, so much beauty and so bright. But nothing could drive the image of Robin's eyes out of your mind. You knew that he probably hadn't come back to see you again because he was Robin. No one knew who Batman, Robin, or Nightwing were and despite being soulmates its not like he knew you, knew he could trust you. So you went about your life, telling only your closest friends that you had a soulmate. They of course questioned you on who it was but you said that it was a quick glance, no names exchanged, no phone numbers, nothing, so you weren't sure how to find him. They had plenty of suggestions that you pretended to entertain but you knew it was useless, if Robin didn't want you to know him then you wouldn't. You would gaze at every boy with dark hair and brown eyes you came across, at school, at the arcade, the library, your job at Big Belly Burger, everywhere, just trying to find someone who's eyes matched his. You never found him. Then everything changed.

It was evening, you were sitting in your room, watching a movie, once again marveling about the colors in the mountains as the camera swept over the scenery. Your new foster parents didn't understand your fascination with nature documentaries but you didn't want to tell about Robin, they would be worried you were crazy and send you back to the group home and you didn't want to be there ever again. The documentary was just changing to the ocean, your favorite part, when suddenly the world went back to black and white. Your breath stopped, eyes getting wide. You blinked once, twice, three times, but it stayed black and white. You stood, wanting to run out the door, find Robin, but you couldn't, you had no idea where he might be. You knew what had happened, the world only went back to black and white when your soulmate died. You couldn't believe this. You'd never even heard his voice and now you never would. You collapsed on your floor, tears streaming down at the future you had been imagining, all of it crashing down around you. Your parents found you like this, inconsolable, and despite not wanting to go back to the group home that's where you were taken a few days later, the world still dull and gray.

You spent the next year in gray, unable to bring yourself back to the person you had been before. You bounced around homes, therapy seeming useless for you, new parents not sure how to draw you out of your depression. Your friends told you about support groups for people who lost their soulmates, people who could help you recover, but you didn't want to. You wanted to hear his voice, feels his hand, know what his name was. It wasn't fair, nothing in your life seemed fair. You went to bed every night with dried tears on your cheeks.

Until, one day, you woke up, and the color was back.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jasontoddxreader #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #redhoodxreader #brokenprism

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lou-struck · 9 months

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Operation: Stay Away Cupid Pt. 3

OM Brothers & Datables x reader

Featuring: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Still in the dark about the details of Solomons prank you continue on with your Valentines dates with the brothers. But after awhile you begin to realize that there is something they are not telling you.

Part 1

Part 2

a/n: wow this has taken awhile! My bad!

Part 3 ~

Mammon’s feet have never moved so fast as he rushes back to the House of Lamination to find Lucifer. He swears he saw Cupid’s arrows fly by your head.

If it had hit you, would you really belong to someone else?

It makes him feel sick to his stomach, and he hopes that this cupid thing doesn’t get its hands on you.

He bursts through the doors to Lucifer’s study, only to find Levi already there. The Otaku is panting even heavier than Mammon is despite being in the office longer.

“Wh… You…. MC…” he pants out, doubled over from the overwhelming amount of cardio he has done today.

“Sit down, Mammon,” his elder brother says, gesturing to the vacant seat next to the frightened Otaku.

“Sit down? The Great Mammon will not sit down.” he breathes, puffing out his chest, ready to face off against his older brother. Typically he would’ve just sat to save his own skin, but today, if different, you are in danger. Something is out there trying to steal your heart.

“Mammon,” his brother says sternly. His eyes glanced down at the seat next to Levi as one final gesture before the Avatar of Pride truly loses his patience with his younger brother. “Solomon tricked us; it was only a prank.”

“A prank?” I saw one of those damn magic arrows fly past mc’s had at the races.” Mammon argues, still feeling very worried about you running off into the sunset with some strange magic baby thing.

“An illusion, I’m sure,” Lucifer replies. “Leviathan saw enchanted floating hearts during his date and almost fainted.”

“That true?”

Levi nods, too tired to speak at the moment. Looking to Lucifer to continue the explanation.

“When Mc and I were having our Valentine’s Date, they talked about some human world traditions for the holiday and brought up Cupid themselves. They mentioned that they don’t exist, and we continued on with our romantic date, kissing, chocolates, dancing, etcetera.” Lucifer didn’t have to mention that last part, but it fills him with pride to know that he was the first one to have your lips that day and Mammon knows it.

“Wh- you mean that I ruined a perfectly good afternoon with MY Human because of a little prank?” Mammon stammers, clenching his tanned fist so tightly he is surprised they haven’t fallen off yet. “That shady sorcerer has another thing coming.”

“Yea, Mc and I are going to have to redo our isolation date,” Levi whines at last, his amber eyes blazing with envy. “We didn’t even get to finish our milkshake.”

“That is true, but so far, the two of you haven’t ruined their day; in fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Lucifer hums, “Our dear human, for some reason, loves the chaos you create and will find something to enjoy no matter what. Solomon, of course, will have to reimburse the two of you for any expenses you incurred during your dates, but for now, we shouldn’t tell the others.”

“Operation Stay Away Cupid is still a go? Levi asks. “But why?”

“Damn stupid name for an operation,” Mammon grumbles, picking at his armchair.

Lucifer laughs, swatting his brother’s hand from the upholstery. “Because it makes sure the six of you keep your eyes on Mc during your date. The others will figure it out soon, but I have a feeling a few of them have caught on to this little ruse of Solomon’s.”

“Like who?” Mammon wonders aloud…

Satan ~

Surprisingly, you haven’t seen anything of the Avatar of Wrath today. Surely he would’ve tried to do something to interrupt your date with Lucifer.

After running across the Devildom on your strange yet enjoyable dates with a Mammon and Leviathan, you excitedly head to Satan’s room for a change of pace. The gift you had prepared for him tucked neatly under your arm. Not bothering with knocking, you let yourself into his room as the gentle smell of paper and earl gray tea reaches your nose.

“Is that you, Mc?” his voice calls from somewhere behind the mountain of books near the wall. “I’ll be right out.”

“I’m here.” you smile, stepping toward the center of his room. “I know I’m a bit early, so there is no need to rush.”

“I’m almost ready,” he calls, are your ears pick up on a faint rustling sound. He must be ignoring your previous statement. It’s only a few seconds until you see him come out from behind the book wall wheeling out a little cart with a peaceful smile on his face as he meets your gaze.

“Oh, what’s all this?” you ask, setting the gift down onto one of the many stacks of books that must be older than your grandparents, a step closer to looking at the contents of the cart. It is filled with a strange assortment of art supplies, including thread, glue, thick blank sheets of cardboard, and various paints and stamps.

“Just a little activity for us to do.” He explains, bringing the cart to a stop and walking toward you, holding out what looks to be a gold-leafed book without its cover. “I heard book binding was getting quite trendy in some areas of the human world, so I thought It would be fun if we could decorate the cover of one of your favorite novels.”

“That sounds amazing; you are so creative when it comes to things like this.” you beam. “I think we will have so much fun, but I have never done this before, so you may need to help me.”

“I would be delighted to,” he hums, glancing back at the window.

‘Has it always been boarded up like this?’ you wonder before the handsome Demon recaptures your attention.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, MC,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms almost protectively around your waist. When you hug him back, you swear he starts purring like a cat.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you giggle, scratching the top of his hair and messing with his blond strands. “I have a gift for you too.” You pull away just enough to grab his present, clad in the cheesy kitten-themed wrapping paper you found while in the human world.

His eyes widen when he notices the adorable wrapping, and he takes it from you, holding the gift gently as if it is made of the brittlest of glass. “Thank you so much,” he murmurs, undoing the ribbon with an even pull.

“You can open it faster, you know,” you point out as he carefully slices through the tape, not tearing the paper in the slightest.

“But then I would rip the paper, and I cannot bring myself to ruin such perfect paper,” he says defensively at last opening the gift.

On the outside, the cardboard box is modeled to look like a book, but on the inside, there are different themed chocolate truffles that are set to match some literary classics from the human world. When you say this at a small bookshop, you know this would be the perfect gift for Satan, and judging by the elated grin on his face, you realize you were right.

“This is wonderful,” he breathes, reading the little key on the top of the box. I believe I will have to try each chocolate while I reread the novels they are inspired from.

He looks so excited at the excuse to spend even more time reading it makes you giggle. “I’m so happy you liked the gift. It’s then you notice a bright pink stack of paper and other reading materials on the little side table next to his usual reading chair.

“Oh, how cute, it’s Cupid,” you say, picking up the image of the winged baby on the glittery card. “I didn’t realize you guys had him down here.”

Setting down his present Satan comes up behind you placing his head on your shoulder as you read the card. “We don’t; these are from the human world.”

“I see; then how did you end up with these cards?” you ask cautiously, features falling slightly, “You don’t have other valentines from the human world, right?”

“No!” he says much louder than anticipated, “you know you’re the only one I feel this way towards. I just bought these for research purposes.”

“Research? About the holiday?” You ask, raising a brow. Strangely, you feel like you had this conversation with Lucifer only a few hours ago.

“Y-yes, the holiday. He replies simply, a pink blush settling on his cheeks. What you don’t realize is that Satan’s mind is currently processing the fact that he had been tricked by the sorcerer. You had never been in any danger. “You humans certainly have wild imaginations when it comes to magic.”

“That we do,” you say proudly. As the two of you begin your book binding date.

In the back of your mind, however, you are beginning to realize that there is something suspicious going on with the Brothers.

Asmodeus~

Asmodeus looks even more handsome than ever as he giddily leads you down a cobblestone pathway to the river. “Just wait until you see the romantic date I have planned for us, Hun.” he purrs, looking at you with such intensity your knees wobble slightly.

You may be immune to the charming effect of his eyes, but the Avatar of Lust never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies.

“I can’t wait,” you say earnestly, giving his ringed hand a little squeeze. After some of the strange encounters, you have had with the others today, a cutesy, stereotypic Valentine’s date is just what you need to give you a sense of normalcy. And maybe a little PDA, but come on, this Asmodeus we are talking about here, PDA is normal.

“He flashes you a brilliant smile and takes you on to a lightly stained wooden dock overlooking the river. “Alright, surprise.” He gestures to a white-painted rowboat with the cutest little bucket of demonus placed perfectly on the seat. He looks a bit nervous as he looks back at you with pink cheeks. “D-do you like it?”

“I love it,” you say, allowing him to eagerly guide you into the little boat that magically does not rock at all, “This setup looks like it came right out of Devilgram.”

At your praise, his smile gets just a bit sweeter. “I’m glad you think so, darling. I want this little date of ours to be as romantic as possible.” he coos, sliding into the seat next to you; closing the little space between the two of you is second nature to him by now, and you love his teasing little touches with all your heart.

Without even touching the oars, the boat begins to move on its own, riding the rapids and carrying your lovebirds farther and farther from the dock. You look to Asmo with confusion as you wait for him to give you an explanation.

“Nothing to worry about, hun; the boat is enchanted to steer us through the river safely. Think of it as an enchanted lazy river ride.” he giggles, popping open the cork of the bubbly demonus and pouring the light pink liquid into the heart-shaped flutes.

“You certainly were made for Valentine’s Day, Asmo.” you giggle, accepting the flute from his freshly manicured hands. “Oh, before I forget, I have a gift for you.” reaching into your bag, you pull out a long parcel adorned with the biggest pink ribbon you could find and give it to him.

“For me?” he asks seductively. “Doll, you know all I really want from you is a bit of alone time.”

Your skin heats up at his not-so-family-friendly insulation, but you compose yourself quickly. “True, but I think you deserve something else today as well.”

“Oh, aren’t you a tease.” he laughs, carefully opening the gift, The sweet specialty cologne in the gold and crystal molded rose bottle. “This is lovely,” his eyes shine in wonder as he spritzes a bit on himself.

The scent is even better than it was in the department store you found it in. “Smells good. Do you like your gift?”

“I love it,” he purrs, leaning in close. Just as he is about to take your lips with his own. A single white feather floats between your faces, tickling your nose slightly.

“That’s strange; I haven’t seen any birds out.” you hum, turning your attention to the feather that floats down the river further and further away from you.

You may not have an inhuman smell, but there was something familiar about the smell of the feather. Perhaps Asmo knows where it came from.

“It looks like someone has been bad,” you hear him mutter darkly, the statement pulling your gaze from the water and up at the Avatar of Lust.

“Asmo?” you ask, taking in the annoyed expression on the Demon’s face. “Is something wrong?”

The dangerous expression melts away once he looks back at you, and it is replaced with a deep and genuine smile. “Not at all, dear; that little feather just smelled like a friend of mine; it put me in a sour mood thinking about them at a time like this,” he replies, waving the whole thing off.

“A friend?” you ask curiously. “What did they do to make you so angry with them?”

He gives you a soft smile and cups your cheek. “Oh, nothing, then just lied to me about something rather important.”

Beelzebub~

The Giant box of chocolates you are hauling to Beel’s room strains your muscles, but you are determined to get it to him in one piece. It takes far longer than you had anticipated, but you are now outside the double door leading to the twin’s room, where your sixth Valentine’s date of the day awaits. After the first five dates, you are definitely feeling a bit peckish and hope whatever Beel has planned for the two of you involves some food.

How on earth are you going to let yourself into the room? The heavy box in your hands has you quite occupied. Just as you are about to try and open the door with your foot, it swings open to reveal the massive physique of Beel on the other side.

His eyes light up when he sees you, “Oh Mc, you’re here. I thought I heard something.” he smiles cutely. “Do you need any help with that box?”

Too out of breath to answer with your words, you nod urgently. He takes the box and walks further into the room with it as if it were as light as the wight feather you saw while out on the river.

“Thank you, Beel,” you breathe, “Your gift was too heavy for me to carry on my own.”

His cheeks turn a deep crimson color as he stares down at the massive heart-shaped box curiously. “This is all for me?”

“Of course it is,” you laugh, “I think you have the biggest sweet tooth out of everyone.”

“Can I open it?” he asks shyly. He looks like he is holding himself back from tearing into the gift for your sake; it’s too cute, so you nod.

He pop’s off the lid quickly to see the layers, and layers, and layers of human world Valentine’s Day chocolate.

“Ohh, more human world treats,” he hums dreamily, licking his lips.

“More?” you ask curiously, looking to him for an explanation.

“Oh,” he sighs with chocolate already in his mouth, “Those heart candies Solomon gave everyone earlier were delicious; I wonder if he has an~” he pauses and looks as if he had said too much. “N-nothing, Mc. I don’t know what I am saying.

“Oh?” you frown as you try to figure out if this little meeting supposedly everyone had with Solomon has something to do with how strange everyone had been acting today.

“Oh right, I still have to give you my gift,” he says, changing the subject with an absentminded smile. “It’s in the kitchen. Will you come with me?”

It’s not fair to waste your time with Beel playing detective, so you agree happily, but as you start to follow him, you realize that your legs are still tired from hauling his gift up the stairs.

“Are you tired?” he asks, “I can carry you.”

Before he can even finish asking, you hold out your arms so it is easier for him to scoop you up. “Yes, please.” you giggle as he does just that. You feel so safe and secure in his arms as he walks the familiar path toward the kitchen.

The kitchen is unusually clean as he sits you down on one of the tall bar stools next to the island. On the counter lies a big bowl of freshly washed Blood Strawberries and smaller bowls filled with various kinds of melted chocolate and sprinkles.

“It’s not much, but I heard Chocolate covered strawberries are popular for people who like each other to share during Valentine’s Day,” he mumbles. “I asked Lucifer to enchant the doors earlier so I wouldn’t be able to come in here without you, so I wouldn’t eat it all.”

Beel waited to eat?

The sweet sentiment makes your heart skip a beat as you look at the range-haired Demon affectionately.

“This looks delicious, Beel. Let’s start making some; I hate to steal your line, but I am really hungry right now.” you tease, grabbing one of the berries and taking a well-deserved bite.

Belphie ~

This little Valentine’s date marathon you have been on today is far from over, but after making and eating your fill of chocolate-covered strawberries with Beel, you are beginning to feel a bit fatigued from the whole thing.

With Belphie’s little gift bag secure in your arms, you walk up the long spiral staircase to the observatory for your date; you wonder what the Avatar of Sloth has planned for you and if he will act with the same mysterious cautiousness the others had had throughout the day. The doors part for you as you enter, hitting you with a gentle breeze that carries the smell of lavender.

The room has been completely cleared out of all furniture safe for the telescope; now, two easels adorned with black canvases and a cart full of silvery paints stand proudly in the center of the room, along with what looks to be a fairy lumpy mattress.

It’s strange; the little mattress seems to be moving slightly. Your feet tread lightly across the ground so as to not disturb the breathing lump of blankets and pillows.

“Don’t tell me you fell asleep without me?.” you call teasingly, looking down at the drowsy brother, Belphie stirs and pokes his head out from under the pile and rubs his eyes. Shifting to a more comfortable position on the mattress. He smoothes out the ruffled blanket on his lap and gives you a big smile.

“M’sorry,” he mumbles. “I just wanted to make sure our spot was comfy.”

“And was it?”

“Very,” he hums, sinking into the pile of pillows, “would you like to try it out?”

“I do, but first, I have to give you your gift,” you say, holding out the light purple gift bag eagerly. So far, all of the brothers have loved your spin on valentines Day gifts, so you hope that he will appreciate the thought you put behind his as well.

He sits up straighter and eyes the bag curiously. “You got me something too?”

“Of course I did,” you beam, watching as he crinkles the tissue paper. “But if you don’t want it, I can take it back.”

“Hmmm, sorry, no take-backs.” he laughs, pulling the paper out of the bag. And pulling out the foil-wrapped chocolate bars. “Oh, these look different than the treats you brought back from the human world last time.”

“I’m glad you noticed,” you chuckle, “These are special chocolates that are made to help you sleep. It’s a good nighttime snack that can calm you down and hopefully give you good dreams.”

His eyes widen as he reads the back of the packaging. “They really can help me sleep?” he asks. “We should try them right away.”

You briefly glance back at the prepared date supplies before looking back at him. Your tiredness wins over your curiosity. “I could use a rest; I’ll share a piece with you.”

He gives you a smile of soft victory and breaks off a piece of chocolate. He then breaks the large square in two.

“Here you go,” he says, holding out the larger half to you. “My brothers must have thrown a lot at you today; you should get the bigger piece.” His words send memories of the past couple of hours flashing through your brain as you taste the rich and creamy treat. The light hints of chamomile soothes your taste buds as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“Mmm, this is good,” he hums. “Thank you so much for giving them to me; you must have put a lot of thought into this.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” you say, cheeks heating up at the praise, “I just saw them when I was out shopping, and I thought you would enjoy them. If you ever want more, I can bring you some.”

Why is Belphie acting so normal? He hasn’t seemed irritated or paranoid at all? If something was up with him, wouldn’t you have realized it by now?

“Come on, Mc.” he beckons, opening his arms, “Come and take a nap with me. We both need it.”

You give him a look of soft affection that you seem to only have for him. “Well, how can I refuse when you ask so nicely?”

“What’s with the easels?” you ask, snuggling deeper into his arms and feeling the soft material of his lavender-scented cardigan.

“Oh, never mind that,” he yawns, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a koala bear. “We can do that later; for now, I don’t think opening any of the windows is a good idea. We might let something in.”

“The windows?” you murmur, looking up at the sealed glass ceiling of the observatory, “What would come in?

“Just that stupid Cupid thing,” his voice barely escapes his mouth, and his eyelids are so heavy it’s a miracle he hasn’t fallen completely asleep yet. Just before he dozes off leaving you with more questions than answers, he speaks again, “Mn’ don’t wanna lose you…”

#obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me headcanons #belphegor x reader #belphegor fluff #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #omswd x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader

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hasarjunadoneanythingwrong · 1 year

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Amakusa is so funny to me. He’s 17. He’s been 17 for 60 years. He got really tan in a desert and it never went away. He’s legally related to kirei kotomine and this never becomes relevant. He’s from feudal japan. He’s catholic. He successfully started a rapture analogy. He keeps trying to do this again. He has a goth Assyrian elf girlfriend. He killed Dracula. It’s heavily implied he killed Zouken. He has beef with jeanne d’arc. he’s also the mentor of her child Santa alter self just because. He taught said child how to shoot energy beams like him. He takes child servants on field trips including such places as: Japanese hell. An alternate universe version of him is a satanist. He also has beef with a 3 week old homunculus. Almost every person who meets him agrees he’s the most shady person they’ve ever seen. He cosplays. He commits identity theft. He really does it all.

#do we have proof he doesn’t run the chaldea union tbh #one of the guys of all time tbh #my post

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Micah Bell III (The Third)

(The above photo was taken at Clemen's Point)

(Warning: This post contains spoilers!)

About

Name: Micah Bell III (Referred to simply as Micah Bell)

Age:* 39 (RDR2 Ch1-6) 47 (RDR2 Ep1/2)

(*In a newspaper clipping found at his Strawberry camp, it states that in 1877 his father was wanted for murder with a 17 year old son that was Micah based on this quote "suspects are believed to be one Micah Bell, age 38, and his son, also Micah Bell, age 17")

Description: (official description from R*)

A career criminal and hitman, Micah fell in with Dutch's gang about five months ago. He claims he met Dutch when he saved his life in a bar fight over some stolen gold. He comes from a long line of bad men. His father and grandfather before him were also called Micah Bell and, at one point, his father was wanted for murder in five counties. He has a brother living in California, whom he despises. Wild, unpredictable and something of a nihilist, he lives for the action, and is great in a gun fight.

Quick Facts

He has a younger brother named Amos (a letter from his brother can be found at Shady Belle)

We know Micah is the older brother because of the tradition of naming the first born son after the father, hence Micah Bell the Third.

Though his description says he "despises" his brother, it's clear by the letter found at Shady Belle from Amos that Micah was the one to reach out to Amos first, though his intentions were not clear as we didn't see what was in the letter he sent Amos.

He's been a criminal since as young as 17, a newspaper clipping can be found in his camp near Strawberry about him and his father being wanted for murder.

During a conversation he implies Jenny Kirk might have been carrying "Micah Bell the fourth" which many fans assume wasn't consensual, but there is no evidence either way or even that he was telling the truth since she isn't alive to deny it.

He has some sort of lung/respiratory issue as he is constantly snorting, clearing his throat, and coughing.

Outfits by chapter

Ch 1: Colter

Like everyone else he only has the one outfit in Colter which is also the only time he wears the coat shown, it's a shade of red, and a greenish head wrap.

Ch 2-4 & 6:

His outfit after Colter is pretty much always the same with small variations. Photo 1: Black short coat buttoned, red long sleeved shirt buttoned to the top button. Photo 2: no coat, same red shirt with only a few buttons buttoned.

The only time his coat is buttoned is at Horseshoe Overlook, above, but the rest of the outfits are pretty much the same: Some variation of black and red with tan/dirty white pants, with and without his hat.

He also has one outfit where he wears black pants tucked into black boots which are different than the boots in every other outfit (They are possibly the ones he wears during the heist in chapter 4 and on Guarma.) The coat shown above is also the one he wears at Clemen's point.

In the first outfit below he has a red vest over a black shirt and a different black coat, second he has his red shirt and necktie to the side with black jacket from previous, and third he's in his red shirt, no jacket, and the necktie is in a different position.

Bank Heist Outfit

Ch 5: Guarma

He only has one outfit which looks two different ways: before the shipwreck and after. (Since they went from the heist to the ship it is presumed that the shirt below simply wasn't visible under the white jacket, red vest, and white puff tie he wore.)

Outfit Details

He always (except for two instances) has his signature weapons, the custom double-action revolvers. (those two instances being before retrieving them in Strawberry where he'll use whatever weapon Arthur hands him and on the island of Guarma - even though he had them during the bank robbery and presumably on the ship.)

His custom double-action revolvers: The words "Vengeance is hereby mine" are etched onto each barrel and the grips are black with a red skull design.

His guns on Guarma: Seem to be plain double-action revolvers, presumably borrowed/stolen.

Epilogue (Part 2)

His outfit is similar to the one he wore in Colter only the green scarf isn't over his head.

Life/Events

Micah Bell III was born circa 1860 to Micah Bell Jr. According to a newspaper clipping found at Micah camp near Strawberry, when he was 17, in 1877, he and his father were on the run for the brutal double homicide of Roscoe and Jean Briggs, who were hung from the rafters with their throats slit.

It is presumed he also ran with his younger brother for a time before the latter settled down with a wife and kids. A letter found at Shady Belle implies Micah reached out to Amos, but the younger Bell told him not to contact him again and if he heard Micah was "within fifty miles of [him], [he] will come and find [Micah] and then [Micah would] meet [his] maker and apologise to him on both [their] behalves for them things [they] did".

Missions

Chapter 1: Colter -

Micah is in four of the six missions in chapter 1.

He is in the very first mission of the game Outlaws from the West. He is part of Old Friends and is the one to find the map about the train for Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? And like everyone he is part of Eastward Bound.

Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook -

Micah is in one and a second (player determined) mission in chapter 2.

After freeing Micah from jail in Blessed are the Meek? the player has the option of completing the next mission, An American Pastoral Scene, (which will bring Micah back to camp) either in chapter 2 or chapter 3.

Chapter 3: Clemen's Point -

Micah is in 3 of 16 missions with possibly another if An American Pastoral Scene wasn't completed in chapter 2.

He goes with Dutch and Arthur in Blessed are the Peacemakers, he waits with Sean and Bill for Arthur in town for A Short Walk in a Pretty Town, and while he doesn't go to the Braithwaite Manor he's in a cutscene for Blood Feuds, Ancient and Modern so he's listed as being in that mission on the wikia.

Chapter 4: Shady Belle -

The only mission he's in for chapter 4 is the bank heist in Banking, The Old American Art. Though, like most other characters in camp, he is present for Horsemen, Apocalypses as well.

Chapter 5: Guarma -

As one of the group on the island he is in 6 of the 10 missions for chapter 5.

The first mission, Lost and Not Quite Found, Welcome to the New World, Hell Hath No Fury, and finally the mission to leave the island Paradise Mercifully Departed. And then back at camp with the rest of the gang he is then in Fleeting Joy where it's shown he and Javier arrived in Lakay before Arthur, Dutch, then Bill and he's shown in cutscenes in That's Murfree Country.

It is assumed he was picked up by Pinkertons sometime between arriving back to the US and meeting back up with everyone in Lakay and that that's how the Pinkertons knew the gang was there. However, there are two alternatives 1) if Arthur doesn't find the letter at Shady Belle one of the Pinkerton agents will find it and read it aloud. They'll even state that they're going to check there. 2) When Bill finally arrives last he says he was asking all over for them and not long after, the Pinkertons are there. Both are plausible ways the Pinkertons could've found the gang that didn't involve Micah. (Yes, at that point he was a rat and it's 100% plausible that he did just tell them, I'm just giving two other ways that also make sense.)

Chapter 6: Beaver Hollow -

He is in 5 of the 15 missions in chapter 6.

Arthur meets Micah and Dutch in Annesburg in Just a Social Call where Dutch kills Cornwall and the three have to shoot their way out of town. Micah sends Arthur and Bill to get dynamite in The Delights of Van Horn. He goes with everyone to Cornwall Kerosene & Tar in My Last Boy. He's part of the train heist in Our Best Selves and the following mission Red Dead Redemption he is in all four of the various endings you can get.

Epilogue 2: Beecher's Hope -

The only and final mission he's in is the final mission of the game, American Venom where he ultimately gets gunned down by John.

Camp Life

Micah can be seen whittling a stick, sharpening his knife and cleaning his guns. Arthur can challenge him to five finger fillet. He never goes on guard duty, but occasionally he will announce at the donation box that he's putting money in (usually $25).

He never sleeps; when everyone else is in bed he'll sit at the main fire. The only time he's seen sleeping is if he's been drinking as part of a camp scene (i.e. drinking with Javier) and passes out at a table (shown below) or in a cutscene.

Death

During the final mission of the game before free roam, Micah is shot to death by John in 1907, after he, Charles, and Sadie track Micah down to his hideout atop Mount Hagan. While holding Sadie hostage and while he and Dutch hold John at gunpoint, Dutch makes the decision to shoot Micah, allowing John to shoot as many times as the player wants. After his death if the player returns to the area they can loot one of Micah's custom guns and find his now frozen body beside it.

-If there's something incorrect or something missing from this post you think is important or should be added please don't hesitate to either reply, reblog, or send in an ask about it.-

#micah bell #rdr2 #red dead 2 #red dead redemption 2 spoilers #rdr2 spoilers

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the-broken-truth · 4 months

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Missing Piece - Yandere Leona Kingscholar [Part 3]

Summary: Under the cover of darkness, Leona pulls up to a rather interesting club where the answers to his questions are waiting for him after a month of being patient.

Tag-List: @vee-love

A firm hand gripped the top of the steering wheel of the black Acura NSX as the car slowly crept into a parking lot across the street of the driver's target - A Night Club known as the Viper's Pit. The light of the car turned off as the engine died when the key was removed from the ignition and placed into the jacket pocket of the driver, who looked out of the window of the car before using his hand and opened the car door, stepping out of the car, and closing the door behind him. The green eyes of Leona Kingscholar looked upon the building before him before putting his hands in his pockets and walking across the street before reaching out, grabbing the handle, and pushing the heavy wooden door open before slipping into the building.

The Viper's Pit was a nightclub with a calm atmosphere; good food, calming music, and dim lighting gave the place an air of secrecy; Leona knew that some shady people did business there due to the hidden rooms. As much as the Kingscholar Heir didn't like being in places like this, this was critical information he needed and he was going to do whatever he needed to do to get it. He took a few steps into the room when a familiar and cheerful voice called out to him.

"Leona! It's been a while! How are you?!" The voice came from Leona's right, causing him to look in that direction and come face to face with Kalim Al-Asim, Co-Owner of the Viper's Pit and Younger Brother of the Other Owner [Yes, in this story, Jamil and Kalim are brothers].

Kalim Al-Asim was the definition of a walking ball of sunshine, always looking at the bright side of things and trying to see the good in people; even those with the darkest of souls. His snow-white hair and crimson eyes along with his tan skin and bright smile made him rather easy to recognize; even during their time at Night Raven College when Kalim was Dorm Warden of Scarabia, his kind and naive nature never changed. How he became Co-Owner of the Viper's Pit alongside his brother is a complete mystery to him.

"Where is Viper, Al-Asim?" Leona asked as he looked around the bottom floor and bar for any visage of the hoodie Former Vice Dorm Warden of Scarabia but didn't see him anywhere down there; was there another floor where he could be lurking?

"Jamil is in his office on the top second floor; he told me to let you know where to go when you got here." Kalim smiled before returning to the bar to continue serving drinks to the clients with the rest of the bartenders while the cooks were in the back preparing food. Leona looked towards the stairs before heading in that direction and walked up the stairs, his very aura commanding respect as he reached the second floor. Leona scanned the nameplates on the doors until his eyes landed on the one he was looking for.

Jamil Viper - Owner

Leona marched towards the door and opened it without knocking; coming face to face with the hooded male he was looking for who was sitting in his chair, looking at Leona from the shadows his hood cast on his face.

"Still lacking manners as you always did, Kingcholar. Did your parents tell you to knock before entering someone's room or place of business?" Jamil asked with a smirk on his face.

"I don't have time for manners or other ridiculous things at the moment, Viper. Do you have the information I asked you for a Month Ago? I've already sent you the payment in advance for services." Leona said as he glared at the hooded man, Jamil exhaled before gesturing for Leona to sit in the chair across from him, he reached into his desk and pulled out 2 folders; one containing images and the other containing written profiles of everyone involved in those images. Leona grabbed the folder that contained the images first and started looking through them; the first one he saw was of a house in a rather decent-looking neighborhood, according to the black Sharpie writing in the corner - this was the house where Yuu and Leonis lived.

"Yuu was gifted this house when she came back from the hospital with Leonis; her father - Issac Sato - purchased it in full in one payment while her mother - Yuna Sato - purchased all of the furniture and other things for the house. From what I understand, Yuu has no intention of moving from that location at all since it was gifted to her by her parents for her and her son." Jamil started.

"Our Son, Viper." Leona corrected before flipping to the next image but Jamil's chuckling caused him to look up, "What's funny?"

"Can you truly lay claim to Leonis as your son when you wanted Yuu to get rid of him when she told you that she was pregnant? Can you really say that you have that right when you haven't been there for that boy for the past 6 years, Kingsholar?" Jamil asked as he leaned against his fist with a smile on his face.

"It was my mistake, Viper, I would have been there for my son and Yuu but I was too blind to see that; I'm going to make up for that." Leona looked at the next image - Leonis standing in front of a school building in his uniform as he waited for someone, the image after that one was of Issac in a black shirt, black jeans, and boots coming to pick Leonis up and there was a picture of his license plate for identification later.

"Issac Sato is a retired veteran, well respected and commanded respect in his platoon; he is known for getting his team out of enemy lines during a stealth mission, he managed to take down everyone without alerting a single solider to his presence. People around here call him 'The Silent Stepper'; regardless of his massive size and strength, he's able to get anywhere he wants without being found." Jamil explained.

Leona kept looking through the pictures and Jami explained everything about the targets; he found out where Yuu worked, where she lived with their son, and where Leona went to school; those were the real critical things he wanted to know. He reached the last image and his blood appeared to start boiling as two new faces entered the image - faces he knew very well.

Ruggie Bucchi & Jack Wolf - His Two Former Dormmates from Savanaclaw House at Night Raven College.

They were in the image with Yuu and Leonis and appeared to be playing at a park; from the time stamp, this picture was taken yesterday. That meant...

"They knew. They knew about Leonis and never told me. They kept that a secret from me!" Leona said as he jumped up fro his chair and grabbed the folders before marching out of the room, down the stairs and out the Viper's Pit, back to his car before getting in and starting it up again before flying out of the parking spot and down the darkened street; anger swimming his in green eyes.

[Ruggie's Kitchen]

Ruggie exhaled as he turned off the Open Sign and turned to face Jack, who was gathering the last of the dirty dishes from the tables; it was another successful day for the business but that made them rather tired. Ruggie thanked Jack for doing the dishes this time even though it was his turn before the wolf went into the back room while Ruggie started wiping off the table; he was on the last table when the door burst open, and he was about to tell whoever it was that they were closed but his eyes locked with green eyes and he gasped at who it was standing before him.

"Leona? What are you...?" Ruggie tried asking but was cut off as the Kingscholar Heir marched up to him and grabbed him by his apron.

"Bucchi, you bastard! You knew! Both of you bastards knew and you kept that from me!" Leona roared in anger before socking Ruggie in the face, making the Hyena Beastman crash through one of the tables, his nose started bleeding and he looked at his former friend with shock in his eyes

"What the hell is wrong with you, Leona?!" Ruggie asked as the lion once again grabbed him by the front of his apron and slammed him into the floor through the broken table pieces.

"You knew about Yuu! You knew about Leonis! You know she gave birth to my son and you have been spending time with them! You knew about them and you never told me! You were supposed to call me the moment you found Yuu and yet failed to do that, You Useless Hyena!" Leona roared as he started punching Ruggie in the face over and over again, holding nothing back; he was so fueled by anger that he didn't notice the back door opening until he was grabbed and thrown off Ruggie by Jack Wolf.

"That's more than enough, Leona!" Jack started, "You are correct, we knew about Leonis, and we knew about Yuu's Whereabouts, but we didn't tell you because she asked us not to! She didn't want to see you after what you did to her and Leonis! Can you blame us for following her wishes?!" Jack barked.

"They are my family! MINE! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT YOU KNEW SHE GAVE BIRTH TO MY SON AND WHERE SHE WAS, INSTEAD, I WAS IN THE DARK ABOUT MY OWN SON FOR 6 YEARS BECAUSE OF YOU!" Leona roared.

"You have no right to call them yours, Leona; you wanted Yuu to abort Leonis and she decided to keep him and discard you because you refused to change your stance! Leave before I call the police and have you arrested!" Jack said.

"You both... You've betrayed me for the last time; I'll make you both regret keeping me away from what belongs to me." Leona growled before turning his heel and walking out of the restaurant; he was going to get what belonged to him, now that he had Jamil's Information, nothing was going to stop him now or ever again.

'They belong to me and I am going to get what is mine.' Leona swore to himself as he drove off into the darkness once again.

[END]

#twisted wonderland #yandere leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x yuu #leona kingscholar x mc #modern like au #yandere #romantic yandere #platonic yandere

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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How To Let Go 101

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Charles grossing out his kids, just a day with the leclercs and their kiddos on the yacht, coming out indirectly (sorta??), shady behaviour between friends, mentions of pregnancy and having kids, Charles is gonna lose his mind, a few swear words, tiniest kitchen injury, little bit of blood, one snarky comment but it was said out of pettiness (no hard feelings please lmao), alcohol and the consumption of.

Word Count: 5.7k

Author’s Note: this one is wild lmao so buckle up lmaoooo

Daddy & Me + Three Masterlist // includes this ask -- one

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Hot and sunny, the breeze sticking to your skin as it blew. It was the perfect day to spend on the water and that’s exactly where you were all headed.

Three cars headed to the port at the moment; you and Charles in his beloved pista, Christoper drove himself and Sofia, along with Eloise and Anthony, who had met you at the house that morning. Gabriel took his own car to stop off and pick up his friends.

At some one point or the other, you all arrive and everyone picks off their own corners of the yacht.

Charles was playing captain for the day, no matter how much the boys promised their father they were more than capable of sailing, they were not up to Charles’ standard apparently.

The kids were spread across the front of the yacht, taking in the sunshine. The 3 girls; Sofia, Eloise and Georgina were all in the middle of a photoshoot for what you could only assume was Instagram.

Georgina was the twins’ first friend aside from Sofia. She was 2 months younger than the boys, 4 months older than Sofia which made her 19 as well.

Georgina was George’s daughter and though the names bare great resemblance, she looked nothing like her father. The only thing she took from him were his big blue-green eyes and lashes. Now, Georgina wasn’t even supposed to be named that; everyone called her that the moment they found out her parents were having a baby girl. A little tease on George turned more because even George himself slipped up and called her that the first time he held her.

On the other side of the girls, the boys were mid debate; which car of their fathers’ was the fastest. A usual topic amongst them, their family pride gearing up.

Anthony obviously said his father, Pierre. Gabriel and Christopher were claiming their father, Charles, has the best track record all while Oliver was reminding them that his father, Max, had won the title of world champion.

Oliver, who was affectionately known as Oli, was Max's oldest and only son. 18 years old and just as bold and full of himself as his father was. Much like Anthony, you saw Max in Oli. It was painfully clear in his ways who’s child he was but despite that, the blue eyes and hunched over laugh were tell tale signs of Max.

Gabriel rolls his eyes at the mention of Max's win; Gabriel loved Max, looked up to him even but he despised Oliver with a passion. He always told you that Oliver was full of himself and he despited the way he ran around town hopping from girl to girl. You understood where he was coming from but you couldn’t imagine sweet little Oliver, the same little blonde hair, blue eyed, fat face baby boy sleeping with half of the city.

The older twin walks off, dropping himself down next to Georgina. The girl shifts, resting her head on his lap as they chat.

The boys dispersed, Christopher returning to Sofia, hugging her from behind as Anthony mirrored him with Eloise, the 4 of the chatting.

Oliver was on the other side of Georgina, her tanned legs on his lap. Despite Gabriel’s dislike for the dutch boy, Oliver was friends with his siblings and Georgina.

You often wondered if they were dating; Georgina spent so much time with Gabriel, the two of them slept in the same bed most nights when she stayed by the Leclerc residences; the kids’ nickname, not yours.

“What are you staring at, amour?” Charles asks you, sitting beside you in the shade.

You nod towards the 3 kids on the seat and Charles follows your eyes to them. “Okay, what am I meant to see?” He asks you, confused.

You roll your eyes, this man always missed what you were trying to show him. “Georgina and Gabriel, seems like they’re dating, no?”

“He doesn't kiss and tell honey.” He tells you, pulling you into his side. “Yes but-” Charles cuts you off with a kiss. “It was you that told me they need to grow up, make their own choices, right?”

“Oh fuck off,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at your husband.

Charles smirks, kissing you. “I’ll fuck you-” “Dad! Ew!” Eloise groans as she turns around and walks away from you two.

You laughed at her reaction, “oh grow up Elly! How do you think you were made?!” Charles shouts after her, making her gag.

While Eloise and her father bickered, your eyes were glued to Gabriel, Georgina and Oliver. Georgina was reading her book, she could care less about Gabriel’s wandering hand on her stomach.

Oliver’s gaze fixed on Gabriel.

Gabriel’s fixed on Oliver.

There we go.

The yacht anchored as you kissed your husband before heading down to put together lunch. You were below deck, trying to open the stupid jar of peppers because Charles insisted on buying the fancy glass bottle with the clearly indestructible lid instead of the regular one and you could not get it open.

“Need help mama?” Gabriel asks; your sweet boy to the rescue.

You hand him the jar, the boy opening it with ease before handing it back over. He sat in the little booth by the counter, eating the strawberries you cut earlier as he watched you mix the peppers into the pasta sauce.

“Can I ask you something ?” You look over at him and he nods, popping another piece of strawberry into his mouth.

“What’s going on with you and peach ?”

You had called Georgina ‘Peach’ since she was a little girl because her name reminded you of Georgia, hence Georgia peaches.

“Nothing, we're just friends.” He tells you, munching on strawberries.

You hum, cutting the cucumber for the salad. “Could you grab the bowl from the cupboard for me?” You nod towards the cupboard above you and Gabriel gets up, reaching for the glass bowl in the cupboard.

You turn around to face the boy once he sets the bowl down. “And Oli?”

“What ?” he asks, brows furrowed. Your eyes meet his blue ones. “Oli - is something going on?”

“I- Mom, what are you-” he stutters, unsure how to explain himself to you.

Not that you needed an explanation.

“Are you two.. seeing each other?” You ask him quietly, unsure if he has come to terms with his feelings or if maybe you misread the situation.

“No!” Gabriel shook his head, “I just-” he sighs, running a hand down his face as he leans on the wall.

“I like him, mama.” Gabriel whispers, you smile at your boy as you pull him into a hug.

“I’m happy for you, baby.” You tell him, kissing his cheek. Gabriel lets out a breath, his blue eyes teary. “Really ?” he asks, smiling.

“Of course, honey. You know I love you no matter what, right? Who you’re sleeping with is your business,” you laugh, patting his cheek. “As long as you’re happy and safe, and you’re being treated well, then that's all that matters, isn't it?”

Gabriel nods, hugging you tightly.

“Can I just ask; do Elly and Chris know?”

“Elly figured out before I did.” He chuckles, “Chris knows too.”

“I take it daddy doesn’t know?” Glancing out the doorway at your husband who was napping in the sun; surely, he had no sunscreen on either. Gabriel shook his head, “I'm not sure how to tell him.”

“You don't have to. Take your time baby, I know your dad feels the same way I do so no rush, okay?” You smile at him.

Gabriel nods, smiling back at you. A weight lifted off his shoulders.

“But wait,” you grab his hand, “who’s lipstick was on you the other night?”

“Oh, some girl I met at the bar.”

“Oh,” you look at him slightly confused. “Good for you babe,” you chuckle, letting go of his hand.

You always tried to keep an open mind when talking to your kids. It’s hard to know they’re all grown up with their own lives but you had to get over it, they lived their lives how they pleased now -- well, except for when you bullied them into family affairs. Then they had to play by your rules and only your rules.

It didn’t take long for you to get lunch together, it was just a matter of putting the stuff from the baskets into the bowls and carrying it out to the table on deck.

Charles had come down to check on you, hugging you from behind. “What were you two talking about?”

“Who?”

“You and Gabriel.”

“Oh nothing, just asking if he can use the cottage next month. It’s peach’s birthday and they want to throw her a little party.”

“That’s fine.” Charles hums, “I know, I gave him permission.” You smile, turning to give him a kiss before you two carried the stuff out for lunch.

All the kids were sitting around the table, Chris and Georgina passing out drinks when you sat. “Want one?” Georgina asks Eloise, tipping the beer bottle in her direction.

“She's still too young for that one,” you took the bottle from the older girl, setting it in front of you.

“Anthony is drinking!” Eloise points out to you, causing her boyfriend to put his own beer down.

“Anthony is 18, he’s allowed.” You remind her, cracking the bottle open on the edge of the table and taking a sip. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” Chris asks you, eyes wide. He tries himself, knocking the cap on the side of the table.

“I had a life before you guys were born, just in case you didn’t know.” You laughed, taking the bottle from him and pulling the top off on the table, handing it back to him.

“Your mother is a woman of many talents,” Charles smiles, kissing your head as he moves to sit beside you.

“Dad, again - ew!” Elly groans, Charles’ brows furrow before he realizes what she meant. “Eloise! No! I didn’t mean it like that! God, why is your mind so filthy ?” he groans.

Christopher and Sofia sat together, Chris sat between her and Georgina. You were beside Georgina, Charles at the head of the table and across from you sat Anthony, Eloise, Oliver and Gabriel in that order.

Lunch was quiet, the 9 of you chatting about summer trips, plans for school come September. Oliver and Gabriel were bickering about something at the end of the table, the two of them quietly fighting and the way they were looking at each other was anything but subtle.

I mean, even Charles picked up on it and he usually never does.

Your husband nudged you. “what’s going on there?” He leans over to you and asks. You look in his line of sight at the two older boys.

You shrug, “he doesn’t kiss and tell.” You remind your husband of his words earlier.

“Are they-” “I don’t know but if they are, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.” You pat Charles’ hand, getting up to gather the empty dishes and he gets up to help you but Sofia calls for him.

“I got it, you relax.” She tells him, grabbing a few of the plates and helps you carry them to the kitchen.

Christopher and Georgina had been chatting, she and her parents were going to Spain at the end of the month and from what you could overhear, she wanted him to come along.

Sofia had been sitting right beside them, she heard the whole conversation.

It struck Sofia as odd that Georgina would invite her boyfriend on a family vacation when they were all friends and they could all go together. Along with the fact that Christopher was even being invited when everyone knows she and Gabriel are much closer.

“Auntie y/n?” Sofia calls for you, leaning on the doorframe.

“Yeah babe?” You look over at the girl.

Her bright blue bikini matches Christopher’s shorts, her tanned skin glowing in comparison; the picture of beauty.

“Is Gabriel going with the Russells’ to Spain ?” She asks you.

“They’re going to Spain ? He didn’t say anything to me.” She hums, you look over at her again. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just wondering.” She smiles at you, “need any help?”

“No, no. You go have fun, I think the boys are going for a swim if you want to join them.”

“Yeah,” she hums, walking up the few steps. You wondered to yourself what that was about but you didn’t want to push her. Nonetheless, you returned to the deck and peeked over the railing.

All the kids were in the water, Charles in there as well. “Having fun?” you call out to no one in particular.

A chorus of yes coming back as you sit on the swim platform, Charles swimming up to the edge to rest his arms on your thighs as your legs hang down into the cold water. The kids were off in groups, Anthony and Eloise together, Oliver and Gabriel were having some competition to see who could swim the fastest and Sofia, Christopher and Georgina were together.

Your hand passed though your husband’s wet hair, “you okay?” He asks you, noticing your zoned out gaze.

“Yeah, just thinking.”

Charles pulls himself up, sitting beside you before shifting to lay back and rest his head on your lap. “About?”

“Sof asked me if Christopher was going to Spain with the Russells.”

“I didn’t know they were going to Spain.”

“Yeah, me either. Now I was wondering what prompted that, but I think I found my answer.” You tell him, turning his face so he can see what you were.

Georgina was laughing, her hand resting on Christopher’s arm as he laughed as well. Sofia looked pissed, her face turned into a scowl as she looked away from them.

“He’s not cheating on her by having friends.”

“Yeah but if I was Sofia, I'd be pissed too. He brought her here and now he’s spent all day with Georgina, like come on.” You tell him.

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

“And say what, Charles ? Stop flirting with other girls in front of your girlfriend?”

“...Yeah, basically.”

“No,” you shook your head, “they’ll figure it out.”

To the other side of you was your youngest and her boyfriend. Eloise’s arms were around Anthony’s shoulders, the boy peppering her face in kisses. “I have to tell you something,” She whispers to him.

Anthony pulls her with him a little further away from her parents, he looks at the girl. “What’s up? Everything okay ?”

“I uh- I'm not sure how to tell you this.” She starts, running a hand over her face. Anthony looked just as worried as she did, unsure what she could possibly have to tell him.

“What’s wrong?”

Eloise finally spits it out after a breath. “I’m late.”

Anthony’s brows furrow, “late for what?”

“Late as in, I didn’t get my period yet.” She tells him.

Anthony’s face goes white, he looks like he’s going to be sick. “What do you mean you didn’t get it? Like how late are we talking? Are you sure you’re not stressed ? You know sometimes that happens-” Eloise put a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“A week. A day or 2, sure, but a whole week? Something’s not right, Anthony.”

“How did this even happen? We were saf- fuck.” he sighs, remembering the morning they snuck out to watch the sunrise.

“Yeah.” She says quietly, the news weighting on both of them.

Somewhere towards the front, Oliver and Gabriel were still racing. “Calling it quits already ?” Oliver taunts, stopping to look back at Gabriel who was a few feet behind him.

“Fuck off Oliver.”

“Oh, full name. So scared.” Oliver laughed, rolling his eyes at the other guy. Oliver was fully aware of Gabriel’s distain towards him and he made it his mission to irritate him.

Maybe Gabriel would finally make a move if he kept going.

Oliver was more than aware of the conflicting feelings twirling around in the brunet’s head. He saw the way Gabriel looked at him, the way he shifted in his seat anytime Oliver took off his shirt or the way Gabriel used Georgina as a cover for his feelings, pretending to be interested in a girl he looked at as his best friend.

Gabriel rolls his eyes too, ignoring the blonde boy and the butterflies in his stomach. Oliver, on the other hand, kept pushing him. He swam over to him, the two of them all but maybe a foot apart from each other.

“So tell me, you and Georgina are a thing?” Oliver asks him.

Gabriel’s face twists into disgust for a moment before catching himself. “Sort of, we haven’t put a label on it.” Gabriel gives him a bare minimum answer.

“Is that why she’s flirting with your brother ?” He never turned so fast.

There goes his cover; his best friend giggling with his younger brother. Fucking Christopher, dude can’t keep it in his pants to save his life plus he had a girlfriend, did he really need to take his fake one too?

Gabriel wasn't sure what to say, ignoring his mixed feelings at the moment. Not getting the chance to process them because when he turned back to Oliver, his lips met his.

It was a few seconds before Gabriel pulled away, looking at Oliver in shock.

He didn’t know Oliver was into guys, let alone him. He had only ever seen him date girls as did Oliver only see him date girls too.

“So I wasn't imagining those looks, was I?” Oliver asks, a smug smile on his face. Gabriel can’t help but roll his eyes.

It was his default reaction around the younger Verstappen.

“I suppose not.” He answers, “but I'll race you back.” Gabriel shouts as he starts swimming back to the swim platform.

Sofia was the first one back onto the yacht, walking past you and Charles to dry off. Christopher hadn't even noticed she got of out the water until you shouted for them to come in.

It was starting to get late into the afternoon, you wanted to head back and drop the kids off at home. You were having the girls over tomorrow for drinks and lunch so you wanted to head home and start prepping the stuff.

Georgina gets out next, Gabriel and Oliver right behind her. You stopped Christopher as he hosed the salt water off his skin.

“What the hell Chris ?” You look at your son, arms folded across your chest.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“Why the hell are you flirting with Georgina? And apparently going to Spain with her?”

“Who said I was going to Spain ? She just invited me today.” He tells you and you smack his arm. “Mama! Ow!”

“Your girlfriend is right there, stop being an asshole and fix it. Sofia is a good girl, do not hurt her or I'll hurt you and let your uncle Carlos have his turn.” Your words reminding him of Carlos’s promise to hurt him if he hurt his little girl.

Christoper rolls his eyes, you can’t be serious.

You were most definitely serious.

Once Anthony and Eloise get back to the yacht, you all headed back to port.

The trip back was much quieter than coming. Georgina sat between Gabriel and Oliver, their arms resting on the railing behind her and yet, their hands grazed each others’ arms softly in the late afternoon sun. Sofia sat a few feet away from Christopher, her eyes fixed on the water while he was coming up with a way to apologize for his blatant stupidity. Anthony and Eloise were whispering to each other quietly, cuddled up next to each other.

Before you got off, you wanted to sort out who’s going where and how they were getting home. You and Charles were headed back to the house. Eloise and Anthony said they were too, he was already planning to spend the night with you guys, heading home after lunch with his mum tomorrow.

Georgina said she might have other plans but Oliver, who suddenly took a little more interest in Gabriel, was headed back to the Leclerc residence.

As for Sofia, she and Christopher were headed for a drive, probably to talk before coming back to the house. It was looking like you’d have a full house tonight.

Eloise and Anthony were going to ride back with Gabriel, Georgina and Oliver. Sofia and Christopher had left a few minutes ago and now you and Charles were the last two to head home.

“What’s rolling around in that brain of yours?” Charles asks you, resting a hand on your thigh as he drives.

“Why must something be rolling around my brain, Charles ?”

“That’s how it always is, y/n. Spit it out.”

You laugh, he wasn't wrong. “Nothing, I’m hoping Chris makes things right with Sofia.”

“Yeah, me too.” He says.

Somehow Gabriel and the rest of the kids get back before you, you and Charles getting in maybe 15 minutes after them. The house was quiet so you assumed they were in their rooms as you prepped stuff for tomorrow’s lunch and Charles unloaded the car.

You were cutting veggies in the kitchen, Charles dropped something in the backyard and it startled you, causing you to knick your finger on the knife.

You hadn’t even realized you were bleeding until you looked down, you moved to wash the blood off your finger just as Charles came inside. “Baby, what happened?” He asks you, rushing to your side.

“I’m fine, cut my finger. Can you get a bandaid for me?”

“Where are they ?” He asks, starting to open the drawers.

“Upstairs, the kids’ bathroom I think.” You tell him, he heads up to look for the bandaids. Charles digs through the drawers, tossing stuff out of the messy drawers only for a little rectangular box to hit the wall, he looks over his shoulder to see what it was and to pick it up.

Pregnancy Tests.

Charles’ brows furrow, confused as to why the kids would have a test. He ignores it, finding the bandaids and taking it down for you. Charles wraps the red bandage around your finger, before kissing it.

“Darling?” He calls as you toss the veggies out. The blood dripped onto the counter so you had to toss everything out.

“Yeah?” You turn to get something from the fridge.

“Are you pregnant?”

“What?!” You shut the fridge and look at him, “No! Charles, we have 3 grown children, I don’t intend on having more.”

Charles sighs, nodding. Your brows pull together as you look at the man. “Why? Is that something you want ?”

“Wha- No, I mean- We’re getting off track. I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom.”

“Was it used?” You ask him, moving to wipe down the counter.

“The box was empty so I'd assume so.”

You hum, confused. “It’s not mine, maybe Chris and Sof?”

“Already ? They’ve barely been dating for a year.” Charles laughs, thinking it’s impossible for him to become a grandfather so soon.

“We were barely married for 2 when we had the boys.”

“Fuck,” he reaches for his phone to call Christopher just as he walks in, hand in hand with Sofia. You smile at the sight of them, all is right in the world again.

“Sofia, can I ask you something honey ?” You call to her, reaching for her hand as you pull her off to the living room with you. Sofia is completely confused but follows you anyways. The two of you standing in the living room, her brows furrowed and her big brown eyes staring at you; she looked so much like her father right now.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I-” you suck in a breath, unsure how to ask her. “Did you, by any chance, take a pregnancy test and leave it upstairs ?”

Sofia laughs awkwardly, “what ?”

“Charles found one and we’re not sure who it belongs to. It’s not mine and I’m guessing it’s not yours based on that reaction.”

“Not mine. Did you ask Gabriel if it was Georgina’s? I heard she gets around these days.” Sofia blurts instantly covering her mouth afterwards. “Sorry, I didn’t-”

You wave her off, “I didn’t ask but I will.” You walk back over to your husband, “can you go up and ask Georgina if it’s hers?”

Charles’ eyes widened, “what?! No! You go, that’s so awkward.”

“Please, that’s nowhere as awkward as me asking Sofia if it was hers. Go ask.” You give him a shove towards the steps, he grumbles the whole way up the stairs, turning back to look at you once more before you shoo him away.

Charles knocks on Gabriel’s door once, walking in before he hears a come in. Usually he waited but he assumed they were all in there so what’s the big deal?

He instantly regrets his choice to walk in.

Gabriel and Oliver were laying on the bed, limbs tangled under the sheets. “Dad!” Gabriel sits up; Charles doesn't think he’s ever seen Gabriel move so fast.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Charles shuts the door, his back to it.

Clearly Georgina wasn't in there.

“Where’s Georgina?” Charles asks, Gabriel answers back. “Dropped her off to see Adrian!”

Adrain was Alex’s son. Georgina and Adrian had been notoriously close since they were children. Not a big shock to hear they were a thing.

“Can you two, um, could you come down when you're done?” He asks from his side of the door. Gabriel shouts yes and Charles walks away.

So that was something he missed.

You and Christopher were in the kitchen when Charles came downstairs again. “Well ?” You ask Christopher.

“We’re fine.” He glances over his shoulder at Sofia who was on the phone with her mom.

“Good. I hope you’re not going to-” “Spain ? Yeah, but with Sofia. Uncle Carlos wants to visit some family and he said I could go with them if it's okay with you guys.”

“Depends on when but it should be fine, I'll talk to your dad.” You pat his hand, smiling.

Both Sofia and Charles walk into the kitchen at the same time, Sofia slides in next to Christopher at the breakfast nook, Charles looks like he saw a ghost. You look at your husband, confused at his reaction. “What happened ? Is it hers? Wait- is Gabriel the father?” You asked him and he shook his head.

“She’s uh- she’s not up there.”

“So why do you look like you got the shock of a lifetime?”

Charles leans toward you, whispering so the kids don’t hear. “Gabriel and Oliver were in bed.. together.”

“Okay, so?”

“No, nothing. I just thought they hated each other, sort of caught me off guard.”

“Well, apparently they don’t. Good to know it’s not Gabriel’s then.” You laughed, Charles relaxed at your joke, smiling.

Oliver and Gabriel made their appearance in the kitchen, hand in hand. “Yeah!!! Go Gabe!” Chris shouts, clapping for his brother. Sofia joined in on the fun, whistling for the new love birds.

You smiled at your children, it warmed your heart to see them all happy and in love.

Charles hugs you from behind, watching as the two boys squeeze into the breakfast nook; A habit they had since they were kids. Made for 2, but 6 children would squish into it.

“Good to know we’re not getting any grand- where’s Elly and Anthony ?” Charles asks, the dots finally connecting in his head as he lets go of you, jogging up the stairs.

It’s not long before you hear a door hit the wall and shouting. “Why can’t your father ever deal with things rationally ?” You ask the twins, running after Charles.

“Charles!” You shout at him, pulling the man away from the rant he was on. “It’s her test!” He shouts at you.

“Okay, so you yelling at them is going to fix what exactly?” You ask him, not that you were pleased about the situation either but Charles needed to get his shit together. “All of you downstairs, right now.” You pull Charles away from the room, letting the kids walk down to the kitchen.

You can hear Christopher asking her what’s wrong.

Charles was fuming, he was already planning to toss Anthony over the side of the yacht in the middle of the ocean. You ignore his red face, your hands cupping his cheeks.

“Breathe, it’s fine. Sure, it’s not the ideal situation, but we’ll help her figure it out.” You remind him, holding his hand as you both walk downstairs. Charles stops you before you walk into the kitchen.

“What if she’s pregnant, y/n?” He asks you, his blue eyes watery and the same look he had on his face when you found out you were having twins was back after so many years.

“We’ll help her figure it out, it's our job to help her and support her.” You give his hand a squeeze. Charles nods, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. You can’t help but feel sorry for your husband at that moment, you pull him into a hug, holding him tightly and rubbing his back softly.

“Okay, time to go be parents.” You chuckle, the two of you walking into the kitchen.

The 4 older kids were still in the nook, Eloise squished in next to Christopher who was rubbing her arm, kissing her head as she wiped away her tears. Anthony, on the other hand, was pacing the length of the counter.

“Anthony, sit.” Charles says to him, the boy finding his way to the stool by the counter.

“Boys, you're welcome to leave - not you, Anthony.” You look over at the boy who sits back down, a sly smile on his lips.

“I'll stay if you don’t mind.” Oliver smiles, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. Gabriel smiles, proud of his boyfriend and his love of drama. “Well, in that case, welcome to the family.” You smile at him.

“Okay, the test.” You look between Anthony and Eloise. “Do we have a result ?”

Eloise nods, “negative.”

You, Charles and her brothers let out a breath no one seemed to notice they were holding.

“Okay.” You nod, gathering your thoughts. “I thought your brothers were telling you two to be.. safe.” Charles brings up awkwardly.

“I know that much,” Anthony pipes up finally. “It was an accident, I promise it won’t happen again.”

Out of all the conversations that have happened in the kitchen; the numerous pregnancy reveals, the break ups, the makeups, the odd ball marriage proposal, this was the most awkward conversation you’ve all witnessed.

“Well this is fucking weird.” Oliver breaks the silence in the kitchen, saying what everyone was thinking. The room bursts into laughter, the tension lifting momentarily.

This wasn't the ideal way to teach your children to be safe and use protection but no one said parenthood was easy.

“I uh- I think I'm gonna call my dad and head home tonight.” Anthony says, pulling the focus to him.

“No need for that kiddo, you can stay if you want to. It’s fine.” You put an arm around him. “They’re not allowed to sleep in the same room,” Charles butts in, causing Eloise to groan.

“Sofia and Christopher do,” She points out, Chris pinches her arm for snitching on him.

“Sofia wasn't the one that had a pregnancy scare, was she?” Charles asks her, this was the only time you had ever heard him be stern with her. She was always his baby girl who can do no wrong.

“Fine, whatever. Where are you gonna put him? On the couch?” She asks her father.

Christopher speaks up, scooting his sister out the nook as he and Sofia get up. “Actually, I’m staying by Sofia’s tonight. We're getting breakfast with her cousins in the morning.” He announces.

“Perfect. Anthony, you can take Christopher’s room.”

“Okay.” He answers Charles, unsure how to get out of this predicament.

“You guys can go back to whatever you were doing.” You tell the kids, all of them getting and heading off. “Doors stay open!” Charles calls out to the ones headed upstairs.

You and Charles walk Sofia and Christopher to the door, hugging them goodbye before watching them get in the car. Charles has got his arm around your waist, the two of you waving them off as Christopher backs out the driveway.

Returning to the living room, you flop down on top of the couch and Charles makes his way to the kitchen. You switch on the TV, finally some peace and quiet -- that lasted all of 2 minutes, something shattered upstairs.

“Sorry Mama! It was the vase, I'll sweep it up!” Gabriel shouts and you groan.

Your favourite vase sat on a side table with some flowers Anthony had brought for you in an attempt to win you over after the fiasco a few weeks ago, Charles has gotten a bottle of scotch as well, surely Pierre’s pick.

Speaking of Charles, your husband returns to you with two glasses of wine in hand. He hands one to you, “we deserve it.” He says with a sigh, sitting beside you.

All 3 kids in relationships meant you’ve now gained 3 more kids, more stress but you wouldn’t change a thing. You loved these crazy ass kids with your whole heart.

You rest your head on his shoulder after you take a sip. “This parenting shit keeps getting harder, huh?”

Charles laughs, “I don’t think it ever gets easier.”

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