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bluesylveon2 · 8 months

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Can't Help Falling in Love with You

Summary: When Yuu expresses concerns about the future, Malleus shows her just how much he loves her.

Note: royal au (sequel to "A Chance Meeting") fluff, some angst, and oc children mentioned. I'm aware my timeline of these fics are all over the place. It will make sense later on

Warning: not beta read, fem Yuu/reader, making out, and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 948

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"Malleus, can we talk privately tonight?"

Those words have been stuck in Malleus' mind all day.

Why?

They sounded off.

Malleus knew something was off about his wife's request. She had been acting differently lately, not the one he knew since she became queen. Of course, he cannot forget how she had changed more to accommodate their growing family.

It was the youngest child's 3rd birthday when Malleus noticed it. As he and his extended family sang to the boy, Malleus caught his wife's face turning sad for one moment and happy the next.

He did not want to pry about it since it was their child's big day. As Malleus headed to the master bedroom, it was time to address it.

Malleus opened the door to find his wife sitting on the bed, staring at the family portrait hanging across the room. Malleus remembered when that was done. It seemed impossible for him and his wife to wrangle four kids to sit still. Luckily, his retainers were nearby to help out until their own children joined in on the fun. Malleus smiled at the memory. It was one of the best things to happen in his life.

"Child of Man, you wanted to speak to me?" Malleus asked as he kneeled down on the floor beside his wife. She smiled as he took one of her hands and kissed it.

"Yes, I want to talk to you about something."

"I'm listening."

Yuu opened her mouth but hesitated to say something. Malleus, noticing her distress, rubbed her hand in comfort.

"Malleus, I want you to promise me something." She stopped again, feeling tears forming in her eyes. It was as if Malleus read her mind, and he immediately joined her in bed and wrapped his arms around her. Yuu hugged him back and rested her head over his heart.

"Yuu, you do not have to force yourself to tell me. I can wait until you're ready." Malleus ran his fingers through Yuu's hair.

"I think I can do it now." Yuu took a deep breath and pulled her head away to look at Malleus' green eyes. "I want you to promise me that, when I die, you will find a new queen to marry and help raise the children."

The room was so silent that Yuu was surprised a thunderstorm didn't happen yet.

"No."

"Malleus-"

Malleus picked up Yuu's left hand and held it up for the both of them to see. The big black diamond (about the size of a pinky nail) and peridots around it sparkled in the moonlight. Malleus felt proud of his ring choice. He thought the gemstone colors with the black band suited his queen as she deserved the best.

"I put this ring on your finger because I chose you. I wanted you by my side, and I do not see anyone else sitting there."

Yuu still held her stance. "But what about the future? Malleus, I think having someone there would be the best for the kids. They need a mother figure. What if I die when the kids are still young?"

"They have plenty of aunts to see as a maternal figure. My grandmother did not have that luxury, yet she ruled by herself just fine until I was ready. I would do the same for them, too, especially our daughter. She is receiving the best teaching from Lilia." Malleus let go of Yuu's hand and pecked her lips. "But she and our children still need their mother, not someone to replace you."

Malleus leaned his forehead against Yuu's. "You might see yourself as part of my life, but you are my entire life. Focus on what is happening now instead of later. I will always love you even past death." Malleus kissed Yuu's ring finger. "You are my wife." He kissed her cheek. "My best friend." He ended it with a kiss on her lips. He made sure to pour off of his love into it. "And the best thing that has happened to me. Do not doubt my devotion to you."

Yuu smiled and pulled Malleus back to her. Her lips met his in a passionate dance she knew all too well. Malleus' hands wandered around her body and caressed any exposed skin he could touch, sending shivers down her spine. Yuu pushed Malleus down to lie on the bed. She pulled away, breathing heavily, and stared into Malleus' eyes. She always loved how he looked at her like she was a star in the sky.

"Have I ever told you I always find a way to fall in love with you every day?" She whispered.

Malleus smiled and pulled Yuu closer to him. "Yes, you have, my love. You always tell me that."

Yuu smiled before placing one more kiss on Malleus' lips and relaxing. She let her head rest on the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his body.

"Goodnight, Tsunotarou."

"Goodnight, Child of Man."

Later that night, when Yuu's breathing had steadied, Malleus lay awake staring at her beauty. His heart broke seeing her distressed face earlier. He wanted her to be happy until her last breath. Malleus' finger glowed as he quietly whispered a blessing to his wife. "My Queen, I shall bestow the gift of eternal happiness. If you see the next life, may your soul find happiness forever. May you see your descendants rule the nation with your happiness influencing their hearts."

He pressed his finger against Yuu's heart, causing it to momentarily glow, but not enough to wake her up. Her lips curled up in a smile instead. Malleus finally let his body relax, and his eyes closed.

A/N: I wrote this because of new Book 7 content :) (do not spoil it for me)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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forgottenfourr · 1 month

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you cannot express the level of panic you felt approaching gyuvin’s dorm. nearly everything in you is telling you to turn back and tell him that something has come up. but next thing you know you are standing face to face with his front door, hand in the air ready to knock.

you WERE going to knock. you just… needed a few minutes. maybe a walk around the block? yeah, maybe that’ll help. just some fresh air and then you’ll come back and just tell him you got caught up at rehearsal or something.

yeah! just some fresh air will work- and hanbin just opened the door.

“yn?” thank god he was the first to speak.

you clear your throat. “yeah! hanbin right?”

the bright smile on his face lets you know you were right.

“i am assuming you’re here for gyuvin? for your little date thing?”

“it is NOT a date!” you jump at his words

“that’s what i’ve been telling him too,” gyuvin laughs at your urgency to set hanbin straight.

“alright and that’s my cue,” hanbin says, leaving you and gyuvin alone in the doorway.

“so uh, do you want to go to this cafe nearby?” you ask, nerves now taking over your body.

“yeah sure, i’d love to.” his words almost immediately calming you.

——————

the walk to the cafe is… awkward.

you can tell gyuvin has something to say but he won’t say it. and you sure as hell aren’t going to ask what he’s thinking about because what if he isn’t thinking about anything and you just straight up embarrass yourself? absolutely not.

“do you remember when we were trainees and we would sneak out when our manager wasn’t paying attention to go get food?” gyuvin breaks the silence.

your heart feels warm at the memory. things used to be so carefree when you guys were trainees. you didn’t have to deal with all of the pressure and then.

“of course i do. at some point they knew where to find us if we weren’t in our dorm.” his laugh joins yours, the sound filling your heart with joy.

——————

his order is still the same. which is something you probably should’ve expected. he wasn’t one to change much.

it was admirable about him. he stayed strong and passionate about the things he loved. he always had. even with life constantly changing around him. it was something you wished you could do. you always envied him for that. for his goofy and carefree personality.

“you drink coffee now?” he asks while gesturing to the cup in your hands.

“yeah, the boys are pretty exhausting. it feels like i am a father of 5 sometimes.”

his smile falters at your comment, making your heart drop.

“it seems like a good fit for you.” his voice sounds sincere, “ionic i mean, you guys work well together.”

“thank you gyuv, it means a lot coming from you.”

he sighs, “i used to be so mad whenever i watched your performances. i wanted to be up on stage with you. together.”

his words break your heart in a way you cannot explain.

“oh gyub, i’m sorry. if i was able to debut with you i would’ve.”

“would you have though?”

his question shocks you, “of course, i would’ve.”

“but you didn’t,” he sighs, “you didn’t even tell me you were leaving yn. you just left one day and i never heard from you again.”

he stares at his hands in his lap.

“i’m sorry gyuvin,” you sound defeated, you nearly forgot about why you guys were meeting up in the first place. “i didn’t know how to tell you. i didn’t want you to hate me and the thought of you hating me for leaving you destroyed me. i was scared.”

“but you did leave me. you know that right? you just up and abandoned me with no explanation. when you left i didn’t just lose my roommate, i lost my best friend.”

his words weigh on your heart.

“and when i saw your debut a few months later i was so angry. i was so mad at you. i had thought you died and there you were on stage doing the thing we promised we would achieve together.”

“and you did achieve it gyub! you debuted and i’m so proud of you!” even the smile you plaster on your face couldn’t convince you that what you did was okay.

“that’s not the point yn,” he sighs again.

“i’m so sorry gyuvin, i don’t know what else to say.”

he stays silent as he listens to you, expecting you to say more.

“but i’m here now. i know it’s a couple years too late but i am here. and i won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to. but if you don’t want me back in your life i understand.”

he perks up at your words.

“you’re here now? yeah?”

“i mean yeah, if you want me to be.”

“of course i want you to be, yn. i’ve missed you so much.”

you smile at his words, a familiar feeling fluttering in your chest.

“i missed you too gyub, so much.”

SYNOPSIS ✮ a company gave you the opportunity to finally live your dreams, but as a result, you had to leave the company you were at and your best friend. 2 years later you watch as he makes a name of his own on boys planet. the unrequited love you fought away for years coming back stronger than before.

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cocogum · 2 months

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There’s something off about Yugo now.

‼️ SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 ‼️

LEAVE AT THE WARNING IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE FIRST FOUR EPISODES.

Way before 2024 hit, when Tot was still teasing us with some snippets of Season 4 on Twitter, there was a time when one of his tweets made some people think about what he meant.

The specific tweet was made on the 10th of January of 2023 at 5:10 AM which showed a small scene of Yugo once said that THIS scene in particular was going to change Yugo forever

Here’s the full translation:

“Season 4 of Wakfu is going well my friends…Here’s a small snippet of Yugo that makes me want to cry. 🥲”

We didn’t know at the time what he could’ve meant by that or what that specific scene that saddened him was even about.

But now that Wakfu Season 4 is out, we were able to watch that same scene that happened in episode 3.

And omg it makes perfect sense now.

In his tweet where he addressed his feelings for the scene, Tot specified that this moment would be the last time we see Yugo, the last scene before saying goodbye.

Some people, back when the tweet was still recent, thought Tot might have been implying that Yugo would actually die or possibly gain his adult form through this scene where he’s surrounded by his mother’s blue hues.

But now that we’ve watched the actual episode where this same scene Tot was talking about took place, we can all finally confirm that neither of those two things happened.

Because what happened ended up being far worse than that.

Yes, what’s worse than Yugo dying or growing up to an alarming speed is nothing compared to what actually happened :

Yugo’s mindset changed.

When Yugo met the Eliatrope goddess for the first time (in this life at least), he explicitly told her that he does not know her, therefore, he cannot sympathize with what she’s saying to him. Yugo could see how she was crying when she told him, Nora, and Qilby she missed them as well as her other children and that she promises them she wouldn’t be away from them any longer.

Yugo doesn’t react to this, only Nora and Qilby truly understand the power behind her words.

But as soon as the Eliatrope goddess puts Yugo to rest for a while, the moment he wakes up was as if he changed his mind completely.

He claims that his mother is the purest of the pure and that she’s so perfect that she can’t express any negative emotions. Keep this in mind for later.

He truly believes what he’s saying and cannot fathom the fact that she may be imperfect in some ways.

His mind did a complete 360 to the point where he immediately joins the Eliatrope goddess, Nora, and Qilby’s cause. He changed his mind so quickly that even Nora noticed and brought it up.

When the assembly began, Yugo was proud of showing up first to welcome his mother and he proudly stated her arrival to the rulers. He had even told Joris that he insisted on being as forward as possible to the rulers and to welcome his mother appropriately.

Now, remember when I stated that Yugo does not believe that the Eliatrope goddess can express any negative emotions?

Well, it turns out he was wrong.

Not even a full hour passed, and the Eliatrope goddess was already in a full confrontation with one of the rulers, the queen of Bonta, Astra. When someone, especially a higher being, is claimed to be a pure being with no flaws, it usually means that they cannot even fathom the idea of expressing a negative emotion or struggling to keep it in.

But the reason why this scene was just so important to focus on was because THIS is supposed to be the goddess of love, the goddess that represents purity (no wonder people were beings suspicious of her. How are you gonna be called the embodiment of ‘love’ and yet express something that is out of your agenda?)

So the reason why we need to focus on this moment, is because the goddess hesitated.

This is what makes Yugo’s claims about her being perfect completely wrong.

And since his declarations were very much flawed, his current way of thinking can only mean one thing :

Something has gone wrong.

From what we’ve been able to witness from his slumber, Yugo was able to see how he and his siblings were created by their mother, how their original planet came to be, how their mother got thrown aside, banished by the other gods and ended up in the Necroworld, and how she got saved by Nora and Efrim.

To us, this sequence must’ve probably lasted for about three minutes or so but to Yugo, this moment lasted far longer than that. He must’ve seen the details, heard a lot of recrimination from the other gods, and seen his mother’s suffering from being cast aside. All of this pain and suffering that she must’ve felt was what made Yugo side with her and her cause.

But as much as his sudden want to be closer to her makes sense, it doesn’t mean that Yugo’s portrayal of his mother is true. Anyone can tell that the Eliatrope goddess had broken a very important major rule: DO NOT use a planet for yourself. She had betrayed the trust of the other gods without any explanation other than wanting to have children and making a world for herself.

Yugo saw it all and yet he did not think that she made a mistake. He does not care if she went against the other gods (creating a world for herself), he does not care if she wants to monitor the world (she has told this in front of all the authorities of the world), he does not care if she wants to infuse vigilantism (again, she told this in front of the leaders of the world), and he does not care if all the commanders of the world do not side with her ideas (he deliberately chose to follow her as soon as she left the assembly).

But it seems like even when he was not, at the time, sleeping under her energy, he didn’t care if people with bad intentions got paralyzed for some undetermined amount of time as punishment (he was watching Nora and Adamaï fight the rogues). That could have been an early hint that he would do much more than just stand aside and not say anything in matters like these but rather silently do what his mother wishes to do.

Since he embraces everything that she is, he embraces everything that she wants to do or has done.

Another thing I should mention is the fact that ever since he woke up, he started calling the Eliatrope goddess “mother”, implying that he now felt completely comfortable with knowing and understanding that she was truly his creator, mother.

As you can see, every time he addresses her, it’s always by calling her his mother, which is factually true, but again, he has just met her and is already completely enamoured by her. His admiration and respect towards her makes sense because he has seen everything that she’s been through while sleeping.

The problem is that even when he considers her perfect, he doesn’t seem to understand that the people around her (besides Nora and Qilby) DO NOT agree with her plans.

Yugo does not understand why Adamaï left because his intuition was telling him that something was very wrong about all of this (even though Yugo wasn’t too convinced by the Eliatrope goddess, he was still taking a neutral side at the time. Even though he didn’t completely understand his mother at that moment, this still counts as an event where Yugo did not think about the Eliatrope goddess’s ways even when his brother told him something was off. Also, if Yugo did see his mother’s suffering at that moment, he would have still most likely sided with her.)

Yugo also does not understand what the leaders are trying to say and how right they are (even though they have mistreated the Eliatrope goddess in the process). One of them, the queen of Bonta, makes very good points that the goddess should have answered and explained.

But instead of taking a moment to think about it or try to at least think about how the rulers are feeling right now, Yugo simply leaves them and goes right back to the goddess.

This is a very surprising decision of his because Yugo has lived his entire life in the World of Twelve. He has not only lived here but has met a lot of different people, gone through life and death for them, saved numerous victims and fought off enemies for them, and did all that in the same world where he is currently turning his back to the very rulers of it.

Tot wasn’t wrong when he said Yugo wouldn’t be the same.

And we’re starting to see it.

It’s becoming more obvious and I’m sure that at some point, there could be another fight between Yugo and Adamaï happening, or perhaps even a misunderstanding.

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brokebonewritings · 1 year

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Bless Me, Father

Priest! Matt Murdock x afab! reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+, violence, smut, mention of religion, hurt/comfort

Summary: Seeking a priest for guidance. You just weren't expecting this priest to be an ex, and a vigilante.

Word Count: 4.2K

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A/N: This was written for a really dear friend of mine. I love them a lot, and I hope they love this story just as much! Pair this fic with A Question of Lust by Depeche Mode and Church by Chase Atlantic.

You walk into the church slowly as you think about what you would say. The cold bitter air pricks your nose, immediately warming as you step into the sanctuary. It’s been a long time since you have been here, though you feel comforted by the environment. Setting your bag and scarf on a pew, you walk towards the confessional booth and step inside quietly. You inhale and exhale before speaking to the priest on the other side.

“Bless me, father, for I have sinned.” You start. Hearing him shift in the booth next to you, you continue on. “It has been 3 months, and 15 days since my last confession.”

You continue to tell him about things you have done in the past few months. About things you feel are wrong, and how it makes you feel. How you felt shunned by your family for expressing your personal thoughts and interests. You begin to tear up as you finish speaking.

He sits for a moment before speaking. The air felt tight around you as you anticipated his voice.

“My child, there is no reason to weep.” His voice was soothing, much like a cup of hot chocolate. He continues. “What you are feeling about yourself is not wrong. You are on a journey of self discovery. Embrace it, and those who shun you will see the butterfly they mistook for a caterpillar. There is no penance for you today.”

You glance over at him, and catch a glimpse at the young priest. He looked stiff, as if he were a mannequin. You nod at his words and wipe the tears from your eyes. Stating the absolution, you thank him and step out of the booth.

Lingering for a moment, you took in sight of the beautiful cathedral. Nothing felt more peaceful than the quietness of the church. A few nuns were staggered in the pews or kneeling at the altar. The smell of sweet incense flowed through the air.

Turning to look over your shoulder, you see the priest step out of the booth and turn his head in your direction. He smiles and makes his way towards you to walk you out.

“I haven’t seen you here in a long time, y/n” He starts, you can tell he was shifting uncomfortably.

“Yeah, it has been a while huh?” You avert your gaze to the wood flooring. “Not since our breakup”

He winces at that comment. You didn’t have mal intent behind it. Just stating the fact. It had been a nasty one at that. He wanted to become a priest, and you wanted to have a family. Simple as that.

“Listen if you ever need to talk…” He sighs. “You know where you can find me.”

“Sure, sure. For godly insight I suppose?” You mutter. “Since when did Father Lantom step down?”

“About a month ago. I was appointed here personally.” Seeing the grip he held on his cane, you decided to take your leave. Not wanting to further the conversation before it got too awkward.

“I, uhm, have to head to work. Those court documents are not gonna write themselves, I guess.”

“Right. Well. Hopefully I will see you back again soon..” He said, giving a curt nod before you turn to leave. “And, God be with you, y/n”

“God be with you too, Father Murdock.”

“He WHAT?!” Karen whispered in your shared office. She really was your closest friend so obviously you had to tell her.

“Right! So he was my ex from college which was so long ago, but god we were so in love.” You crossed your arms in defeat. “How could he look even better now?!”

“Oh no! You cannot go running back to that ‘used to be good’ feeling.” She stood and crossed to you. “Did you forget that, HE’S A FUCKING PRIEST.”

“I KNOW!” You huff. You were perfectly content without the knowledge of Matt actually achieving his dream. Sure it was extremely selfish of you to think, but he did break your heart. No wonder you hadn’t heard anyone talk about him, he basically fell off the face of the earth. Lost in thought, you hardly noticed when your boss approached your office.

“What’s up guys? What’s the hot gossip?”

You look up to see your boss, Foggy, leaning against the doorframe. Hardly a boss though, he liked to consider himself a friend to everyone in the office.

“y/n wants to fuck a priest!” Karen casually said. You gasped loudly at her sudden statement, and stood up from your chair.

“I never said that!”

“Woah, didn’t see that one coming.” Foggy chuckled at the response. “Why a priest though?”

You roll your eyes as you lean against your desk. “It was a really long time ago okay? And he definitely wasn’t a priest then.”

Foggy cocks an eyebrow and looks at Karen. Who in return gives him a look.

“So what was he then?” Karen asks, looking back at you. You considered the question for a moment before sitting back down.

“Just a good catholic boy, I guess.”

“You guess?” Foggy says suddenly.

“I mean, sure we had some fun.” You start quietly. “But we always found our way back to church on Sundays…”

“I thought you weren’t religious?” Karen asked curiously. You considered the question before answering.

“I’m not anymore. Not after how everyone made me feel after our breakup.” You turn back towards your desk to end the conversation. Foggy and Karen both shrugged at each other before going back to their own tasks.

Letting the tears fall silently from your eyes, you didn’t like when people watched you cry. Not that you liked to be emotional, but you didn’t want anyone to see you as weak.

The work day was long and strenuous. You worked quietly at your desk, only looking up to answer questions or find more paperwork.

Clients called and you helped to the best of your ability to answer questions, sending them to Foggy if you couldn’t. Until it was way past your time to head. You hadn’t realized it was dark outside. Turning around, you noticed Karen was also still working.

You gather your belongings and stand to leave. Giving Karen a quick hug, before heading out.

You walked quickly down the street after getting off the bus. Not that you were trying to act in fear, but you definitely knew that someone was following you down the street.

Hell's Kitchen was never the safest at night anyways. Working late was the worst, especially in cases that involved some sort of underground organization.

Turning down another block, you turn your head to see if the man is still following you. Of course he fucking was. What is the deal with men these days? Maybe you were overthinking it, and he just lived on the same street as you. Clearly you were too lost in your anxiety to not notice the second man coming from in front of you.

“Hey, pretty thing. Where are you rushing off too?” He says before grabbing your wrist. You gasp suddenly, trying to rip your hand from his grip.

“Please let go, I’m just trying to go home!”

“Oh honey… Our boss would like to have a word with you.”

Without missing a beat, the man wraps his arm around your waist, and begins to pick you up. The kicking and punches you were throwing didn’t seem to phase him. His other hand covered your mouth to muffle your screams.

That’s when you noticed a dark figure standing on top of the building nearest you. You prayed that it would help you.

And just like that, your prayer was answered. Maybe. You watched as the figure jumped down into the alley way. Forgetting that for a moment, you continue to kick and flail your arms to deter the man.

Of course there was a parking structure for these guys' convenience. You never understood how no one caught on to these things. While putting you into the car, you feel his body slamming against the door with force. Laying on the floor you scream as you see a man clad in a full white suit tower above you.

“Wait! Wait!” He puts his hands up in surrender “I’m a good guy I promise!”

Finally getting a full look at him, you realized you had never seen this hero before. Sure you’ve run into Spiderman multiple times, and even that Dr. Strange guy.

He stretches out his hand to help you up and you hesitantly take it. You narrow your eyes at him once you’re out of the car. The accent was not from around here. British. It was definitely British. “So who are you supposed to be?” You ask.

“Oh erm. Just call me Mr. Knight.” He starts and then continues with a bow. “It’s a little late to be walking around here, innit?”

You shrug and stand there awkwardly. Reaching for your satchel you finally realize it was missing. Turning back to the car you bend and reach around for it. Once you find it, you climb back out and turn to see that this “Mr. Knight” guy was gone and replaced with a scarier version of a mummy.

He sees the surprise on your face and the fear flash in your eyes. “Same guy. Don’t call me Mr. Knight though.”

The once crisp white suit had turned into a wrapped garment with a large crescent moon in the middle of his chest. It really did look like a superhero outfit.

“Stay right here. I need to get rid of these guys.”

You nodded and watched as both goons got back to their feet in a battle stance. The man in white pulled two crescent shaped blades from his chest, and waited for one of them to throw a punch. As they began their battle, you ran further back to avoid any debris flying around.

Turning your back against the violence, you didn’t want to see what was going to happen. Your eyes shut tight as you hear the gargled screams of your kidnappers. Once you determined it was all over you glance back up and see another figure standing in the dark parking structure.

Gasping loudly you trip over your own feet before falling backwards. You scramble back up and run over to the man who just saved you. He looked confused as to what you were frightened about. That was until he saw the figure.

“If you know what’s good for you then you need to leave.” He said.

The figure in front of him growled. “I’m only here for her.”

Wait. You had seen this silhouette before. Sometimes as you walk down the street you would catch a glimpse of him. ‘The Devil of Hell's Kitchen’ they called him.

“It’s him.” You let out slowly. The man in white looked towards you, before you noticed the grip on his crescent weapons.

“Listen, guy, the lady is not interested in getting kidnapped tonight.” He said harshly. “You look like you don’t wanna die tonight either.”

“What makes you so sure you’re gonna kill me?” The figure taunted before taking a step forward. You look at this stranger with begging eyes. Hoping that you wouldn’t have to be in the middle of a hero battle. He sighed as he looked at you and then back at the devil.

“You asked for it pal.” He muttered before running towards the dark figure. Each fluid motion of his fists were dodged by the other man. You could tell that he was growing tired of the devil missing his punches.

He snarled loudly before yelling, “I’m tapping out!”

Suddenly the wraps disappeared and the white suit returned. The crescent shaped knives were replaced with a long bow staff. Breaking it in half, he readied himself for the devil’s next attack.

He was quickly met with a kick to his face and the sharp inhale really proved how hard the kick was. The next rounded kick was stopped by the chain attached to Mr. Knight’s staff. The devil flipped back as he untangled the chain from his ankle.

It was like lightning the way that Mr. Knight moved. He threw his hook up towards a pipe and went into a sprint. Swinging himself around so that he could end up on the other side of the other man. Failing as the devil grabbed hold of his forearm and slammed him on the ground.

The sound alone made your ears ring. You stayed behind the car door watching them fight. It was the only battle you have seen up close, and boy did it not fail to both excite you and make you feel fear.

Continuing with his motion, the devil begins to punch the hero into the cement. Over and over. Until finally there was a sudden stop of movement.

Mr. Knight held the devil’s fist, straining to keep it from making contact with his face once again. You noticed that the man in red looked up suddenly at you. His intense gaze made shivers go down your spine.

“Oi, wait a minute I know you!” Mr. Knight said suddenly. “Daredevil! It’s Us!”

‘Daredevil’ snapped his head back down to look at Mr. Knight and pulled his fist away.

“Steven?” His rough voice sent more shivers down your spine. The tone sounded vaguely familiar, like you had heard it somewhere before.

“Yeah mate!”

The man in red stood up fully and held his hand out to help Steven up. You don’t understand fully how he didn’t recognize him, if you saw a suit that crisp you would have remembered immediately.

You stand surprised as the suit morphed back to the wrapped garment. It changed right in front of you, just like magic.

“Where’s your partner, Spector.” Daredevil asked. “You never go anywhere without them.”

He winced after the question. Something personal you supposed. “It’s the reason why I’m in America.” He leaves it at that.

Both men turn to look at you. You cower a bit not really knowing what they are about to do. The devil takes a step towards you, and you promptly take a step back. He holds up both his hands.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He states. “I thought you were in danger.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Yeah well, Sailor Moon beat you to it.”

“Hey!” The other hero said with offense in his voice.

You both turn to look at him. He hesitates a moment, most likely not going to say another word. How could you be meeting two heroes in one night? Well, not heroes, more like vigilantes it seemed like.

Clearing your throat, you looked around at the scene and wondered which lucky person would find that in the morning.

“This has been real fun, but I’d really like to go home and sleep.” You finally say. Daredevil and Mr. Knight both nod towards you as you start walking away.

“Let me walk you home.” A gruff voice says, turning to see Daredevil take a step towards you. It wasn’t a question, it was clearly a statement. “To make sure you get home safe.”

You shrug and walk towards the entrance of the parking structure. A voice calls from behind you both that makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hey Murdock, if you see my partner, give me a call…” Moonknight said with a hint of sadness in voice. You glance up at the vigilante beside you. Murdock. Matthew Murdock. The only Murdock you knew.

He reaches a hand up to touch your shoulder. Not believing what you had just heard, you flinch away. “Matt?” You managed to choke out.

“I’m sorry.” He says gently. “Let’s just get you home.”

“No.” Tears pricking your eyes. “You need to tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine.” He says before starting to walk again. You follow close behind him. Street after street you managed to keep up with him. Seeing the church come into view you realize that he was taking you to his own sanctuary.

Matt opens the side gate to the cemetery and steps aside so you could enter first. You step inside and head to the bench you both sat at when you were younger. He lingers a bit by the gate before entering and following you deep into the graveyard.

Once you both are inside, and he makes sure the coast is clear, he takes off his mask. Setting it down next to you, you stare at it. You cannot actually believe that you were saved by Daredevil. Well sort of.

And to make it all worse, Daredevil was your ex. Your knight in shining armor was someone who completely broke your heart. How poetic. You look up at him as he paces.

“You do realize how sacrilegious this is, right?” Your comment definitely breaks the ice. The smile that tugs on the corner of his mouth is only slightly comforting.

“This started way before the priest thing.” He stops pacing and sits next to you. “While we were together actually.”

“You’re joking.” Your mouth gapes open. He stays silent. “Oh god. You’re serious.”

He grabs the mask before speaking up. “ It’s partially the reason why we broke up.”

“What?” You his through your teeth. Was this guy serious right now? “What do you mean it's partially the reason why we broke up? You said you wanted to pursue a life of Christ, Matt.”

“I did! Didn’t I?!” He raised his voice. “I did what had to be done to protect you, y/n!”

You stood from the bench and put your hands over your ears. Not wanting to hear another word from his mouth.

“Okay what are you doing?” He asked.

“I don’t want to listen to you anymore!” You shout. “I mean do you even know how ridiculous that sounds!”

“I did it for you, y/n! I did all of this for you!”

Then there was silence. Not even the wind howled through the trees in that moment. Letting everything sink in, you felt your heart pounding against your chest. You bring your arms down in a folded position and stare at the man in front of you.

“I really was in love with you, Matt.”

“I’m still in love with you.” He stood as he confessed. “I think about you. Morning, Noon and Night.”

Air that was trapped in your lungs was released all at once. Like you have not been breathing for a whole year. You felt insane to think that this wasn’t some convoluted nightmare.

He took a step towards you, and you let him. Feeling like this had all happened for some divine reason, you let him take your hand. His glove was rough against your skin. You never broke your eye contact off of his face. Studying how his jaw tensed and untensed, or how his eyes always followed the sound of your voice.

“Please Matty.” You sniffle. “You broke my heart once. I can’t take it a second time.”

“I promise you, there won’t be a second time.” He says before leaning down and kissing you gently. It takes a moment for your brain to process what was happening. Once you realize it was in fact a real kiss, you kiss him back. Arms snaking their way around his neck and his around your waist.

The kiss becomes more hunger filled. You can tell you both were touch starved by the way your hands began to roam. His body was pressed into yours, and you could feel yourself getting more turned on every second.

“Sweetheart.” He says. “You smell so fucking good.”

You moan lightly against his lips. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you tug on it lightly earning yourself a low groan. The way it vibrated between both your chests went straight to your core.

“Matty. I need you.” You pant as you pull from him slightly. He cups your face with his hand and nods.

“I need you too, sweetheart.”

Rushing through the front door of the church, you kiss the man in front of you with an intense passion. You can’t remember the last time you were touched by a man. Let alone kissed by one.

The way he grabs your waist with his gloved hands was addicting. You feel every desire and you’re sure that he could smell your arousal. You begin pushing him towards a pew before he turns you around and stops the motion altogether.

“Wait.” Hearing his voice startled you. “We should move to somewhere more private.”

“Where? The only other place is your office, and I’m not about to be bent over a desk, Matt.”

He raises an eyebrow and looks in thought. Whatever was going through his head made your heart start to race. Taking your arm, he leads you towards the confessional booth pulling off his suit, and your own clothes in the process.

Once he is satisfied with how naked the both of you are, he climbs inside. You follow behind him and once he makes himself comfortable in the seat, you straddle his lap.

Leaving a trail of marks down his neck, you feel the heat of his hard cock against your stomach. Moaning from the sensation you readjust yourself and begin to slide him into you. You hear the way his breath catches as your tight cunt passes over his cock.

It’s silent in the church, the only sounds being made were the moans coming from you and the priest you had underneath you. You can’t help but wonder if this was the wrong thing to be doing. Despite those thoughts, you continue to lewdly whimper and sink yourself onto him.

“Oh Father Murdock, how fucking holy art thou” You smirk as you hungrily kiss him.

This makes him groan against you as he thrusts himself deeper inside you. Gasping loudly, you feel his cock in the pit of your stomach. How he managed to thrust that far into you was an act of God. You look down to watch his hips thrust up into you, and you push down onto his cock. It was absolutely breathtaking knowing that he was doing this to you.

“Y/N, you are going to be the absolute death of me.” He gapes, “You feel like absolute heaven.”

“I’m not going to last much longer, Matty” You clench around his length as you begin to bounce more sloppily.

You hear a slight growl creep up from the back of his throat before he grabs your thighs and flips you both over. This new angle had you at a curve, which made each thrust more earth shattering.

“You don’t get to come until I allow it.” His voice echoed through the small booth. Chills were sent up your spine. Looking up at this holy man through your lust filled eyes, you try to focus on every feature of his face. The way his jaw was tensed, and how his eyebrows furrowed.

The intensity of each thrust sent you into an overstimulated galaxy. Seeing stars was typically not what you experience in times like these. Then again, you both had not had sex in a long while.

His panting mixed together with the groans falling from his lips was drawing you to your edge. The little voice in your head kept repeating itself. ‘You don’t get to come until I allow it.’. Fuck did that have an affect on you.

Your moans began to sound more high pitched as the overstimulation hit you. He lowers his head to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. The gasp you let out pleased him even more.

He continued to suck before moving his mouth to your neck, leaving small bruises here and there. You could feel his thrusts start to slow down as if he were getting tired.

“Pl- please, I'm begging you.” You whimper pathetically.

He smirks before whispering in your ear. “On the count of three. Okay, sweetheart?”

You nod as you groan loudly.

“One.”

His thrusts begin to pick up, as he fucks you harder than before.

“Two.”

Your cunt starts to clench around his cock as you try to hold on for that third number.

“Three.”

You both moan and pant as you come together. The pulse of his cock as it releases his hot seed into you feels good against your quivering pussy. Never before have you experienced an orgasm this good.

Breathing finally steadying out, you stare up at him. The sweat running down his forehead was very prominent. You noticed a smile beginning to make his way onto his face. You smile as well.

“What?” You ask quietly.

“I think this is the most sacrilegious thing I have ever done.” He says back in a whisper.

“Oh and not the vigilante thing?”

He shakes his head before pressing his forehead to yours. “How bout you tell me about what has your heart racing at the moment?” He says instead.

“I just didn’t think I would ever be doing this.”

“How about you share your confession then?” He says while giving you another small thrust making you moan.

“Oh…” You ponder. “Then, bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”

#daredevil #matt murdock #marvel #fanfiction #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fandom #daredevil fic #charlie cox #imagine writer #fanfic writing #imagine #brief moonknight #moon knight #steven grant #marvel fanfiction #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fic #matt murdock smut

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thedomesticanthropologist · 5 months

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Tav tells Astarion what they think he needs is a friend, and he agrees. ((Angst ahead! Astarion x Reader...ish))

But then... It isn't easy

You have to stop yourself from walking to his tent, feet automatically going there as they always did. And then remind yourself that no, it's alright- a friend would still...

But not always first? Or not every night. Or...

It's an adjustment. And your heart aches. And it keeps not getting easier, as the days pass.

You approach him, one evening, and there's a knowing look in his eye.

"I think... We need to talk."

The same words he used, but this time from your mouth. He sits, pats the spot beside him companionably. Invites you immediately. But the look on his face is too composed, his body language... Practiced. He's been waiting for you to come. To speak.

"I will always be your friend, Astarion. I meant it when I said that. But I'm... I'm also in love with you. I thought I could set it aside, but I can't. I know you have so much happening right now- but... I just needed you to know.

I need you to know that in ten years, if I'm married with two kids and a house on a hilltop with a white picket fence and you came and asked me to leave with you, I'd leave. I need you to know that if you ever, ever want me... I'm yours. But I stand by what I said. I know you're not ready right now... We both do. It's just- if and when you are-"

And he stops you with a hand over your hand, between the two of you. You look at it, and then at him. His expression is honest, now. Open. His words are firm.

"You need to let me go."

"Astarion-"

"I've had time to think about this, too. You deserve someone who can give you the real thing. And- don't you dare say that you'll wait for me. I don't want you to wait for me.. I want you to live."

A long pause, the lump in your throat feels like a marble the size of a child's fist, your eyes burn with tears that begin to fall in rivulets down your cheeks. He caringly thumbs them away.

"We can be friends, you know. But if being near me hurts you this much, then one night after all this is over, I may have to leave-"

"NO!" The sound that comes from your throat is devastated, ragged, this is not how you wanted this to go, this isn't -

"shh, sh sh sh, darling. I'm not going to abandon you. Oh you sweet fool, no. I've learned a lot from you about love, recently. What I've learned is you deserve it, and I am not going to stand in your way. So don't try to walk beside me, my dear. Walk ahead, and let me protect your back. It's what I'm good at. And it is a lovely backside to be protecting, mm? But don't you wait for me. Promise me that, or I cannot promise I won't slip away when I know it's best."

".... What if I had said I wanted you back then? If I'd said I would wait, if I'd said-"

"You have given me a GIFT, sweet thing. You saw what I needed. I see what you need too, believe it or not."

His cool fingers give your hand a squeeze.

" Now, back to your bedroll. We have monsters to fight, evil to defeat, heroics to perform- all that and more, in the morning. But let me go, alright? Let me go. What we have is... Wonderful. The pain will ease in time."

"what if it doesn't, Astarion? What if -"

"It will, if you let it. Now, whats the appropriate thing to say before we leave for bed, hm?"

".... Goodnight."

"Good night, my Friend. Get some rest. I'll keep watch."

#i wanted to cry today #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #angst #astarion romance #spawn astarion

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walkingstackofbooks · 1 year

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DS9 2x22 The Wire thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)

I'm so excited to watch this again!

I guess we don't know that Julian had the choice to "entertain one of his lady friends" the night before, but I certainly choose to believe he did, he wanted to finish Garak's book more :p

Garak's stammering in "Doctor, what do you think you're doing?" :3

"In my expert medical opinion, I'd say it's sick." XD

"Keiko would be proud of you." Hah - the thing is I can imagine the overly-excited Julian telling her about this at some point and her just sweetly saying "well done, I'm impressed" but in her teacher voice she uses for seven year olds

"It's not like you two are really friends." Julian is NOT being subtle here that at the very least he WANTS to be real friends 😅 this man and lying...

Okay and now he's stabbing the plant with the hypospray because he's so frustrated with not being able to help Garak

VERY dramatic entrance, doctor.

😬😂That looked suspiciously like Quark was miming giving Julian oomax while saying "maybe a late night session in a holosuite".

"Try not to yell at any more admirals for a while." "I wasn't yelling. I was just expressing my feelings. Loudly." Gotta love Sisko

Oh, his poor dejected face at the information recurring taking weeks :3

Love how Julian is called to take care of Garak - this isn't Dr Bashir being called, it's not a medical emergency. It's Julian being Garak's only known friend who's requested.

Is it just me or did Julian check Garak or when he said "We'll go to my quarters"?

That drink exchange was VERY smooth of Quark and Julian

"I routinely monitor all of Quark's subspace communications." "Is that legal?" XD

"I see your point"... That's actually the exact same phrase as altered!Julian uses in Dramatis Personae - only this time it's ihm agreeing to do something questionable with Odo, last time it was to do something reasonable with him.

" I hope you don't have one of those little bugs hidden in my quarters." "Should I?" What's the betting Julian's going to be paranoid about this for a few weeks?

Julian's "What?! *sigh*" after being told Garak had left the infirmary. Idk it gave me feels.

I'm here for his Angry Pacing

"Doctor, did anyone ever tell you that you are an infuriating pest" "Chief O'Brien all the time, and I don't pay any attention to him either." That answer came SO quickly, he didn't even have to think about it

"I'm a doctor. You're my patient. That's all I need to know" JULIAN I CANNOT WITH YOU

Ohh, his sad looking downness <3 <3

Endless endless compassion, I love you so much

"Right now I'm not concerned with what you did in the past. I'm simply not going to walk out of here and let you die. We need to turn that implant off and whatever withdrawal symptoms or side effects you may experience, I promise I'll help you through them." Is he really not in love with Garak?! Because this is some gay shit Julian Subatoi Bashir. GAY I tell you

"In that case I want to talk to him now. Wake him up." "I'll do no such thing." "Doctor, these are murder cases and Garak may be a suspect." "That may be so, but he's still my patient and I won't have him disturbed." I am WILD about calmly resolute Doctor Bashir

I love a sleepy Julian :3

Garak's manic speech is incredible. WHAT a performance. My word. I couldn't look away.

" I can't believe that I actually enjoyed ... staring into your smug, sanctimonious face." Staring into Julian's face sounds pretty gay to me, Garak. (Who wouldn't enjoy staring at it though?)

Ah yes, wrestling on the floor with your alien crush while he is out of his mind. Definitely never happened before in Trek. No parallels here to be drawn.........

"I don't want to hurt you." And presumably he actually could.

Julian whizzing through all the samples, brining one back having seen it for all of 2 seconds and immediately knowing which one to overlay it with. THAT SEEMS PRETTY GENETICALLY ENGINEERED TO ME. I swear I don't know how that crackpot retcon worked so well, but it DOES

"More than I deserve." Oooh, callback to earlier int he episode when he said "Has it ever occurred to you that I might be getting exactly what I deserve?" .... My HEART

"I've about given up on learning the truth from you, Garak."I The FONDNESS with which he SAYS this!

"We were closer than brothers...."Sons of Train" welp, that's the 'true' bit

Holding handsssss!!!

There's no way Sisko sanctioned this, right? Did Julian just steal the shuttle craft?!

Okay then, just beam into the house of someone you know to be extremely dangerous and start poking around?! Your curiosity, Julian, I swear...

*wide smile* "I always drink Tarkalian! ..." -suddenly realises that this is VERY personal information Tain has on him- "...Tea."

Did he just GIGGLE? *rewatches* Yep, it's definitely there - "Are all the Starfleet Lieutenants as brash as you are?" "I couldn't say - hehe - though I doubt it."

"I thought you were his friend." "I suppose I am." YES HE SAID IT that's the first step

"Information is your business." Julian you are bold as BRASS

"he'll never come home again" oof, knowing the double meaning of home as Cardassia and to Tain

The disappointment in Julian's face at the answer to his "Who was Elim?" question

Ohhh, that last conversation. Julian's so damn fond of him. That smile at the end. They ARE in love.

Well this was delightful. What a good episode. I had forgotten, and wasn't sure if it had just been hyped up. But no. Truly phenomenal. Thanks, DS9!

#ds9 the wire #ds9 2x22 #julian bashir #garak #garashir #andi watches ds9 #THEY'RE SO GAY THOUGH #DAYUM #WSB

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iturmom · 1 year

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[id: a pack of naruto trading cards. the graphic on the pack shows (from left to right) naruto, boruto, and sasuke, with boruto in front and between naruto and sasuke. sasuke’s hand is on naruto’s right shoulder, and naruto’s left hand is on sasuke’s waist, pressing sasuke’s body to naruto’s. naruto’s right hand is on boruto’s head. naruto and sasuke are looking at boruto, naruto with a silly smile and sasuke with an affectionate, soft smile. boruto is looking up at sasuke with one eye, the other is closed, and he also has a large toothy grin, like naruto /end id]

hi i have brain worms. i have a disease and it is most definitely fatal and i got it from this picture.

i saw another picture, (some naruto family photo but i cannot for the life of me remember which family it was) the other day and i compared it to this picture immediately upon seeing it and i still had this picture open in a tab so when i looked at it i went sleuthing on the internet to see if i could find the picture i compared it to and no luck BUT i did find.

literally. sasuke has never looked so happy and comfortable in an official picture with his OWN family. THERE IS NOT EVEN AN IMAGE WHERE SASUKE IS TOUCHING HIS “WIFE” (except for when he poked her forehead which as we have established is NOT a loving gesture and if u think it is, ask your doctor if xanax is right for you) NEVER EVEN FUCKING MIND THEM SHARING SUCH A TENDER AND AFFECTIONATE EMBRACE, FORGET IT.

in my short research i found a gif of sasuke and sakura on a training field with sarada and sasuke is like holding sarada or something it’s kinda hard to tell. he’s looking at her with a happy expression and it’s precious. and then SAKURA LEANS IN TO HUG HER AND SASUKE BACKS AWAY!?!?!?!?!?

like. if u really loved ur wife u were in a happy loving marriage with a love child and it’s just a super fucking loving functional family, you would not back away when your wife hugs your child. a real family man would see that as the optimal opportunity for a nice loving family hug and everyone would smile and be so happy and. that’s not what happened.

HE DOES NOT TOUCH HIS “WIFE.”

BUT HE IS SO COMFORTABLE CASUALLY TOUCHING NARUTO. IN CANON.

IN THE UCHIHA FAMILY PHOTO HE IS NOT EVEN ACKNOWLEDGING EITHER OF THEM LET ALONE TOUCHING THEM.

but in THIS ONE PHOTO. ON A PACK OF FUCKING CARDS. we see more love then we EVER see between sasuke and his own family.

i mean just look at them. they’re holding each other. holding each other closer than sasuke has ever held his wife, with more affection than he has ever shown his wife IN TOTAL. and they’re so comfortable. not only is sasuke acknowledging them both but AFFECTIONATELY. (AND HOW FUCKING SAD IS IT THAT THIS MINIMAL AMOUNT OF TENDERNESS IS MORE THAN HE HAS EVER SHOWN FOR HIS FAMILY)

also i just want to say. if u put this into a real world perspective right. imagine with me if you will. two guys who are childhood best friends. they grew up and settled down with wives and had some kids right. imagine them doing this YOU CAN’T BECAUSE TWO STRAIGHT GUYS WITH WIVES AND KIDS WOULD NEVER DO THIS. they would never hold each other like this and dote over one of the guy’s kids it wouldn’t happen. and u can correct me if i’m wrong like maybe you know some guys like that maybe i’m just not at the age yet where i can speak from experience i don’t have any friends with wives and families u know what i mean? i could be wrong. but i can’t picture two straight guys in love with their wives doing this i just can’t. this is a perfect example of a loving family taking a family photo I HAVE EYES. if u showed this to someone who’s never even heard of a nuh-root-oh before they would be like ‘oh look at these two married men with their son diversity win love is love’ or some shit. I’M RIGHT.

now prove me wrong and show me an officially licensed image where sasuke looks like he loves his family as much as this and touches his “wife” with as much affection and i will eat my words i swear on my ass

#sns #boruto and his two dads #sasunaru

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killersnarl · 10 months

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// sfw alphabet for nine under the cut because i am sick and cannot work on cooler content rn 😔 go crazy

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

as a baseline i’d say he’s a very affectionate person. he’s not afraid of initiating it either, even in tense or violent situations he can be very warm and cordial. in situations like these i think a lot of people can take it as a mockery or some sort of weird threat, which can be partially true, but not always. sometimes his comforts are genuine but just happen to scare the shit out of people, he doesn’t give up tho.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

i’ll say that he’s very elusive and just disappears for days at a time sometimes. he’s a very hard person to be friends with because he’s notoriously hard to get ahold of. you’d never know much about him or his life, but he’d end up knowing everything about yours.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

nine is naturally a very touchy person i think, that’s kind of just how he is, very into tapping on shoulders and such. when he does actually hold people though it’s very very lightly because he’s always conscious of how much force he’s using. he’s automatically very heavy handed so he really has to be aware of himself.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

there will be no settling down ever. he’s mediocre at cooking it’s definitely not that bad but he’s no chef, i would trust him to cook me food and not kill me while also having it taste relatively good. nine is a very very clean person so even though his spaces might be kind of cluttered sometimes he’s very good with cleanliness upkeep. i will say there’s at least 5 empty water bottles on his nightstand tho.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

the most horrible way possible actually. nine will do almost anything to convince people to dislike him because he loves self sabotage and ruining everything that makes him happy. no matter what he will find a way to make you leave him eventually.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

don’t even get me started on how deathly allergic he is to the idea of commitment

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

very much so. physically it can be a litttle difficult because he has to be very careful with how much force he applies all the time but he does his best and usually he does it very well, very soft touches. emotionally he can be very gentle with people which might be surprising, even if he’s dropping his whole murder monologue bomb on you he somehow finds a way to be very calm and gentle about it a lot of the time.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

nine hugs are warm and all encompassing. very very nice and cozy if nine hugged me i would immediately fall asleep. he’s very soft and cushy. and i think we all know he doesn’t mind people initiating physical contact with him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

genuinely do not know if he’s ever seriously told another human being that he loves them except for his mother. it’s not that he doesn’t like or love people, he just doesn’t express it that way. i think part of him thinks it’s embarrassing to the other person so he just never verbally expresses it seriously.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

there is not a jealous bone in his body actually i don’t even know if he’s capable of this. maybe when he was like 17 and always mad idk. it’s actually comical he is not jealous or envious of anyone he’s like 31 and has already accepted that he is a depraved useless person that deserves nothing.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

very good actually. he talks to them like tiny adults and they tend to like him cause he’s big and nice. i will say he might curse around them though because he forgets.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

this is assuming you’ll ever see the day where you find a way to wake up before he dips

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

it varies very heavily because there’s a lot of things that could be happening at night and some of those things are nice but some of them are scary.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

never ever. he will actually go to great lengths to avoid telling people about himself, his only interest is knowing about other people. he’s somehow mastered switching the topic of conversation onto others.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

nine has absolutely incredible patience and he does not get mad ever, not outwardly at least. there’s not really anything for him to be mad about regardless. he’s a very calm and patient person no matter how intense the situation might be, he’s really just never in a rush. however in his late teens he was very different.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything, more than you probably remember about yourself. that’s the one joy he’ll allow himself to have, knowing things about people and asking questions about them. it’s a little scary.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

we all know how nine feels about the concept of relationships

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

very actually. nine doesn’t want to be protected in the slightest, but he does want to protect other people. he doesn’t want any harm brought to people that haven’t done anything, but i will say that most people have probably done something in their lives.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

nine does not do dates or anniversaries or gifts. on a broader spectrum it’s not that he doesn’t try at things it’s just kind of that he’s pretty mediocre. if you asked him to draw a cat for you he would definitely do it but it would be ugly.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

okay well i would say the constant self sabotage and destruction is probably not good. and when i say constant i mean constant sometimes it’s so stupid. sometimes he’ll get his favorite soda and then give it to someone else just so he can’t have it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

very but not in the way you’d expect. he’s concerned because he wants to keep himself ugly and hide his face from people. he doesn’t really put any effort into making himself “pretty” aside from basic cleanliness and hygiene but that’s only because when it comes to his body he’s a complete clean freak. plus all his clothes look pretty stupid.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

no ! to be honest he will never feel complete because he will not allow anything to make him happy and he likes it that way. there will always be something missing and he’s destined to walk the rest of his life like that. he thinks of himself as some sort of pyramidhead like figure, some sort of executioner and purveyor of doom cursed to do this until he can’t walk any more. there is no suffering but there is no lack of suffering.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

i can’t make headcanons because i made him so here’s some ezzy made:

dad mannerisms. he makes the most heinous dad-like noises when he sits down or gets up.

exclusively wears those dc shoes with the tongue halfway up the calf.

nails and nail beds are disturbingly well kept.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

the one thing that really grinds his gears is people who are ungrateful to be alive. he’ll make you happy to be alive in the most unnecessary and gruesome way possible. he does not like it when people don’t appreciate the gift of life and living and he especially doesn’t like it when they attempt to throw that opportunity away.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

overall he’s a very sleepy guy and he does have a bad habit of taking cat naps and not having an actual sleep schedule. i think i can also mention his horrible snoring and sleep apnea LOL

#carnalposting #no i’m not doing the other one because it looks corny sorry #if u have any more prompts like this one lmk :3

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sequinsmile-x · 7 months

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Forty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

As ever, thank you for the love on this story! It truly means the world. I cannot believe we are on Chapter 48.

I've got something special planned for Chapter 50 (a certain Agent Prentiss's birthday 👀) so I'm looking forward to that!

Please do let me know what you think <3

-x-

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A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

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“Will Daddy be home soon?”

Emily turns and looks at her stepson, her heart aching at the forlorn expression on his face. Ever since the sudden loss of JJ on the team, Aaron had been working even harder than usual. He was two people down and desperately trying to find a replacement for Emily and JJ, something he claimed was close to impossible. It meant his workload had increased, something he bore on his shoulders alone, feeling responsible for the gaps in the team, for not being able to stop JJ’s move. Emily knew she needed to speak to him about it, that she needed to convince him to take the steps he needed to make sure he wasn’t at work on a Sunday afternoon like he currently was, missing out on time with his son - something else she knew that weighed heavily on him.

It was something that was slowly creeping up on her too, the end of her maternity leave looming over her. She knew she wanted to go back to work, but she also knew that she didn’t have to. That she had enough money that neither she nor Aaron would have to work again, but it wasn’t who they were. They loved their careers and their children, and she knew they’d spend the rest of their lives trying to get the balance right.

“Not before Mommy comes to pick you up, sweetie,” she says, sighing when his frown deepens, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. She shifts closer to him, throwing a glance at Lily in her bouncer chair, the baby awake but content, and she wraps an arm around his shoulders. He immediately tucks himself into her side, seeking out the comfort that it seemed all the Hotchners needed from time to time, “He’ll be here all of next weekend, honey,” she says, kissing the top of his head, “I’ll make sure of it.”

It’s a promise she’d make sure she’d keep, even if it meant marching into Strauss’s office and yelling at the woman herself, something that, if she was honest with herself, she’d been waiting for an opportunity for.

Jack nods against her and sighs, “I wish I was here more.”

It was something he’d said before when she was still pregnant, but he’d never mentioned it again, so she’d dismissed it as a one time thought, a momentary show of sibling jealousy upon the realisation that Lily would live with her and Aaron full time. Emily pulls back and looks at him, running her fingers through his hair and idly thinking that he was overdue a haircut.

“You wish you were here more?” She asks gently, trying to get more information out of him. He nods in response.

“I miss you guys when I’m with Mommy, but I miss her when I’m with you,” he says, creasing his eyebrows together, looking so much like Aaron it makes Emily ache, “But I’m with Mommy more, so I miss you more. Does that make sense?”

It makes guilt that Emily knows is misplaced swoop through her gut. In moments like this, she had to remind herself it wasn’t her fault Aaron and Haley weren’t together anymore, that she hadn’t broken a family. It had already been broken, shattered around their feet as they tried to figure out how to put it back together, how to make something new and beautiful out of what had once existed. She’d simply added her pieces to it, bits of glass that were fractured themselves that fit amongst the bits they already had.

“That makes sense,” she assures him. She smiles softly at him and gives him the only promise she can, “I’ll talk to Daddy about it, okay? And then he’ll talk to Mommy.”

Even though she loved Jack just as fiercely as she did Lily, her place in conversations like this was somewhat limited. It was something Aaron and Haley would have to figure out, even though she knew her new job, and the more normal hours and additional time at home it gave her, would factor into Aaron’s reasoning for them having Jack more.

“Okay,” Jack responds, placated for now, and Lily cries out for attention, seemingly bored of her bouncer chair. Emily smiles and then turns back to Jack, pressing a kiss to his forehead before she stands up from the couch.

“I hear you, sweet girl,” Emily says, walking over and unbuckling her from the chair before she lifts her into her arms. She turns back to Jack and smiles to herself before she carries on, well aware that her plan would remove the final bit of melancholy from his face, “I think it’s tummy time.”

As predicted, his face lights up and he’s up off the couch in seconds, already on the floor in the spot they usually did tummy time for Lily, the cushion they’d bought especially for this in hand.

“Tummy time is funny,” he says, sounding delighted as Emily kneels down and then puts Lily in position. Jack lays in front of Lily like he’d seen Emily and Aaron do countless times, his face close to hers as he makes funny faces at his little sister, his joy only increasing when she laughs at him, her tiny giggle still enough to make Emily’s heart squeeze in her chest, “It’s silly.”

Emily chuckles, “Do you remember why we have to do it?”

“To help her with her neck,” he says, “So she can sit up by herself and play with me.”

She clears her throat to stop herself from laughing at his simplified explanation, something about the innocence of it, his desperation to play with Lily, enough to warm her from the inside out.

“Exactly, sweet boy,” she says, looking at Lily and cupping the back of her tiny head, smiling at the soft feel of her dark hair, “You’re such a good big brother.”

He beams at her and she can’t help but return it, love for him and Lily threatening to overwhelm her. They sit there and keep Lily entertained, taking turns to shake her favourite toys in front of her, or smiling at her to encourage her to smile back. It’s such a normal moment, something that she knows happens countless times with countless families across the world, but it's a reminder that this is her life now. That she gets to experience everything that, not too long ago, she’d convinced herself she’d never have.

The doorbell rings and it pulls her out of the moment, and she checks her watch, “That will be your mom, Jack,” she says as she stands up, “If I go get the door, can you please keep an eye on Lily for me?”

“I’ll keep both eyes on her.”

She smiles at his seriousness, something she hopes Lily, and any other future children they have, inherit from Aaron too. There was something endlessly funny about someone so young, so small laying there with the same stern expression she had often seen on her husband’s face back before she knew what it was like to make him smile.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she says, making her way to the door. She checks through the peephole and opens the door, smiling at Haley as she steps into the house, “Hi Haley.”

“Hi,” she replies, returning her smile as she pulls at the collar of her shirt, unintentionally drawing Emily’s attention to a small mark on her neck, “How has he been?”

“Good,” Emily says, smiling wryly, as they walk towards the living room, “Lily kept us up for most of the night, but I think he slept through it.”

Haley hums sympathetically, “She’s still not sleeping through the night?”

Emily groans and shakes her head, “At this point, I’m not sure she ever will,” she quips, turning her attention back to Jack as they enter the room, the boy still lying in the exact position she’d left him in, all of his attention on his sister, “Thank you, Jack.” She reaches down and picks Lily up, kissing the top of her head as she holds her close.

“Look at you Miss Lily,” Haley says, smoothing her hand over the baby’s soft hair for a moment before she steps back, “You get more beautiful every time I see you.:

Emily smiles, pride filling her chest, but any response is cut off as Jack jumps up and runs over to Haley, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I helped with tummy time!”

“Wow,” Haley replies enthusiastically, ruffling his hair, “I bet Lily loved that. Why don’t you go up and get your bag and we’ll head home?”

He nods and runs off, calling out Sergio’s name so he can say goodbye to the cat before he leaves. Haley turns and looks at Emily and she smiles, a tinge of awkwardness to the air they could never quite shift when it was the two of them.

“I like your haircut,” Haley says, and Emily grimaces, groaning as she scrunches her face up.

“Thanks, it was out of necessity more than anything,” she replies, shifting from side to side as Lily fusses in her arms, “I’m still getting used to it.”

“Well,” Haley replies, a wry smile spreading over her face, “As someone who has spent a lot of time wishing you were slightly less beautiful,” she says, drawing a laugh out of Emily, “I think you still look incredible. Even with your post-partum hair. It’s kind of unfair really.”

Emily chuckles, “Well, thanks. I guess,” she says, her gaze falling to the mark on Haley’s neck again, and she clears her throat, “Please feel free to tell me where to go since I’m your ex’s wife, but is that a hickey on your neck?”

Haley’s eyes go wide and she covers it with her hand, the way her cheeks go bright red with embarrassment enough of an answer for Emily, “Damn it, it’s that noticeable?”

“It’s really not that bad,” Emily assures her, “I’ve had worse,” she says, and they fall into a brief silence, “So, who is the lucky guy?”

Haley sighs and her hand drops down, “His name is Stephen, he’s…nice. He’s lovely actually,” she says, her cheeks still burning, somehow unsure how she still felt like a teenage girl when she talked about a guy she likes, “I’ve been thinking about introducing him to Jack.”

Emily tries to control her reaction, but she doesn’t, and she once again clears her throat as she tries to school her features, “Oh-”

“I wouldn’t do that before talking to Aaron,” she assures her, “I promise. I know I made him wait before you met Jack as Aaron’s girlfriend so I owe him the same. Can you…not tell him?” She asks, looking down at her hands as she twists them together, “I’d rather talk to him about it myself.”

Even though she hates the idea of keeping something secret from her husband, she nods. It wasn’t her news to share, or her story to tell, she just hoped Haley didn’t keep it to herself for too long.

“Of course.”

Jack bounds back down the stairs, his backpack over his shoulder, and his favourite teddy in his arms, and he runs over, “Mom, can we go home via McDonalds?”

Emily and Haley exchange a smile before she looks down at him, “Sure buddy, whatever you want.”

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Aaron groans as he wakes up, torn from sleep by his daughter’s cries. He feels like he’s barely been asleep for long, something that he confirms as he looks at the alarm clock and his nightstand and sees that he’s been home only for an hour or so.

“I’ve got her,” Emily rasps out, throwing the covers off of herself as she reaches over to the bassinet.

“No,” he replies, sitting up against the headboard and turning on his bedside lamp, “I’ll take her,” he says, reaching out for the still-crying baby, “I feel like I’ve barely seen her recently.”

Emily yawns and passes Lily over, smiling as Aaron settles her against his chest and pats her back, “I only fed her just before I went to bed, so I think she just wants attention.” She says as she rests her head on Aaron’s shoulder, reaching out and stroking Lily’s cheek, wiping away tears from her skin as she starts to calm down in her father’s embrace.

“Like mother, like daughter,” he quips, and she lightly slaps his chest, her wide smile all the proof he needs that she’s not actually annoyed at him, “I’m sorry you were already asleep when I got home.”

She shakes her head at him and reaches up to push his hair from his face, “It’s okay, I know you’re busy. You’re here now, She says, and he hums, looking down at Lily and smiling when he sees her eyes flickering shut already, as content in his embrace as Emily always was, “How’s it going finding mine and JJ’s replacements?”

He groans as he turns to look at her, “I think I may have found yours, JJ’s is proving harder, but there is someone from the academy who has been recommended, but she’s still a cadet.”

She raises an eyebrow at him, “Not sure what it says that it’s been easier to find your wife’s replacement.”

He shakes his head at her and smiles, the reaction they both know she’d been looking for, “There’s only one you, Em,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss against her lips, “You know that,” he looks down and sees Lily is asleep, “Lily would agree with me but she’s sleeping again already.”

Emily smiles and reaches to gently lift the baby from him, careful as she turns and places her back in her bassinet, “She’s very skilled at waking us up and then immediately falling back asleep isn’t she?”

She kisses Lily’s head and then yawns as she lays back down, dragging Aaron’s arm over her middle after he turns the lamp back off, content to have him pressed up against her, his back against her chest as they settle.

“So, who is this replacement for me?” She asks, linking their fingers together. It somehow felt more final than leaving the BAU for her maternity leave had felt, even though she knew then she wouldn’t be going back. But her job had still been there, hanging over her head like a test of some kind, one that she was determined not to fail.

“She’s called Dr Alex Blake,” he replies, pulling her closer, “She’s a linguistics expert,” he says, smiling into the top of her head as he feels her tense against him, “But as good as you sweetheart, don’t worry,” he kisses her temple, “And she’s a professor at Georgetown.”

Emily hums, the finality of it all sinking in. She looks over at her sleeping daughter, and any doubt, and regret, fades away. She’d left for her. She was breaking the cycle and putting her daughter first, no matter how much it might sting to feel as if she was being replaced.

“She sounds good,” she says, kissing his knuckles, yawning again, “What’s the issue?”

He sighs, the rumble of it passing from his chest to hers. The burden of whatever he was worried about was a shared one like everything else, “She lost her son a couple of years ago, it’s in her file. Our work is not easy, I wouldn’t want anything to drag that up for her if it’s too soon.”

She turns her head and looks at him in the low light of the room, her eyes narrowed slightly, “Says the man who went back to work a month after being stabbed in his own apartment by a sociopath.”

“Hey…” he says, squeezing her tighter, “Technically it wasn’t my apartment anymore, I was about to move in with you.”

She rolls her eyes and leans up to kiss him before she settles back down, “Semantics,” she mumbles, “So much has changed since then,” she says idly, reminding herself to talk to him in the morning about Jack and his comments about being with them more.

“For the better,” he whispers, squeezing her hand and she nods.

“For the better,” she replies, yawning again, “If this Dr. Blake thinks she's ready, you should give her a chance.”

He hums, “I know,” he says, kissing the top of her head again, “Just like I know we should try and get some more sleep before your mini-me wakes us up again.”

They both close their eyes, sinking into the comfort of each other, of their life together. Aaron thinks she’s fallen asleep, her breathing all but evened out, when she speaks again.

“Aaron?”

He yawns as he replies, “Yes sweetheart?”

“Is she prettier than me?”

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yuri-is-online · 3 months

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Could you share some of your ideas on improving the Twilight series?

There are a few ways that we can fix Twilight, but for now let's just focus on keeping its original premise: Bella moves to Forks, meets Edward, and is swept up into a word of supernatural happenings. I'm going to go through my issues one by one and then get to some overall points, this got stupidly long for no good reason I am so sorry.

I will note that I had to google some information about what happens in the first and fourth books because I did not watch those movies and I think I might have read the first book? But don't remember anything that happened in it.

Bella's Personality

Or lack of one is getting changed immediately. Stories are driven by the actions and desires of their characters and Bella is our MC. We need her to have reasons for making the choices she does beyond "she has to do this for the plot to progress."

Bella moves to Forks because she notices that her mother seems unhappy staying at home with her and not on the road with her new husband. From this we can assign Bella as being self-sacrificing, maybe to the point of self-sabotaging. She also is very self-reliant; she doesn't think she needs help from other people, especially not those who have a degree of authority over her because she assumes their help comes from them assuming she cannot take care of herself (and maaaaybe think that she's a burden) and not from a place of love.

When Jacob expresses a dislike of Sam, Bella supports him and validates his feelings. She is extremely upset and confused when he has suddenly changed his tune later and goes to confront Sam about it. In the movie this comes off as manipulative, as it seems like Bella is only really upset that Jacob isn't 100% focused on her anymore. I hate this! It makes the story much better if Bella goes to confront Sam because she is protective of her loved ones. Edward says he is afraid of not being able to protect her several times and she always responds with "then I'll protect you!" She should mean that! Let her be the over protective friend who will throw hands!!!

The one thing I do remember about the first book is an off hand remark about how "special and not like other girls" Bella was because she had already read Jane Austen for fun and that made her only able to relate to old people (something I had just gotten done doing which was probably why I stopped reading the book because middle school Yuri felt very insecure) and she also seems to like Shakespeare. But the books never seem to do anything with that, and it was pretty much the law in the early 2000s that your YA heroine needed to be into classic lit so it is a sort of basic trait. But it is still a trait, so Bella likes classic lit.

One of the things people unironically like about Twilight is how Stephanie Myer portrayed depression. Bella seems to be struggling from some pretty severe issues with her self-esteem and self-worth. She wants to be a vampire because she thinks it will fix her issues with herself; she's afraid of growing old and not being desirable to her partner which is sadly a very common fear people have so it makes her relatable which is good for the protag of a novel... but

If you are going to cover topics like self-loathing and depression we need to have a think about how to handle those topics responsibly which I don't think the og Twilight series does... for now let's just keep in mind that depression and self esteem are themes we should keep for Bella's personal character arc.

The Parents

Bella refers to both of her parents by their first names, unless she's talking to them. As someone who does this with her mother... that's not really something you do overnight or if you have an actual relationship with your parent. You can actually physically feel the gap between you, and it kind of sucks sometimes. It also explains a lot of those character traits listed above

Bella's mom sucks ass and I was surprised to find that's not as controversial of an opinion as I thought it would be. She is more invested in her relationship with her new husband than she is her daughter, Bella apparently was the primary cook, Bella keeps secrets from her mom because her mom's mental and emotional well being is extremely reliant on her, and to top it all off apparently she told Bella a bunch of intimate details about how she left her dad which IS NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD DO OH MY GOD. It isn't healthy for a kid to know the intimate details about the break down of their parent's marriage!!! Especially if it was messy!!! That's so damaging for a kid, it's a form of parentification where the child is forced to emotionally parent the person who is supposed to be doing the actual parenting. Charlie is a character no one seems to have any major complaints about, and that includes me: I think keeping him more or less the same works. He deeply loves his daughter and wants to have that personal relationship with her he never got to have while she was primarily living with her mother. His reactions to the things that happen in the series are completely normal and he shows the appropriate level of concern when Bella enters her depressive state after Edward breaks up with her.

The main thing I would change about how the parents are portrayed has to do with the break up between Edward and Bella in book 2. I think it was mentioned that Bella did not want to go to therapy... but given the circumstances: major depressive episode, night terrors, potentially abusive relationship, all after a major life change (the move to Forks) it would make sense to me for Bella and Charlie to go to a family therapist together before Bella goes to individual sessions. The breakdown of her parent's marriage, her mom's parentification of her, and her lack of real relationship with either parent is something I would want to see addressed and it's realistic for family therapy to be suggested with all those factors I mentioned. Bella doesn't need to have a fully mended relationship with her dad by the end of the series, but it would make the story a lot better if by connecting with him through family therapy she decides to trust him enough to tell him about Edward being a vampire and Jacob being a werewolf.

The Cullens

I have watched one episode of Vampire Diaries, so the concept of a why a bunch of vampire's would want to go back to highschool isn't too much of a concern for me. Using it as a way to re-learn what society is like makes sense… but that needs to be the stated reason and not vaguely implied. It also makes more sense to me if Rosalie and Emmet don't attend the highschool and instead pretend to be college students who live with Emmet's parents. Japser, Alice, and Edward are enough to work with, adding more characters to do nothing with doesn't actually help the flow of the story. And oh god does a lot of nothing happen in the actual series.

The overall concept for their characters doesn't bother me too too much. They're vampires who abstain from human blood and are empowered by not succumbing to their thirst, that's a pretty basic plot line and more importantly it gives us a conflict to work with. Everyone thinks the sparkles are dumb, so instead let's just go with the Dracula thing where they can't use their powers during the day. Since the Cullens are supposed to be stronger due to their lack of preying on humans, maybe they can use their powers but not as effectively? Alice still gets visions for example, but Edward has trouble telling whose thoughts are whose, Jasper can't always get a frim grip on people's emotions, Emmet isn't as strong, and Rosalie sort of just looks tired as opposed to beautiful.

The Volturi

They are the oldest vampire coven and potentially the largest. Again don't have much of a problem with this or wouldn't rather if they had some fucking character. I had to google Aro's name. He's one of their leaders and the only one who I felt was actually acting in the whole movie and I had to google his goddamn name. Also I am only going to mention this once and I am only going to talk about it here but:

Stephanie Myer is a Mormon and as a result her world building is very Mormon. Did you know Aro has a wife? I didn't, but pretty much every major character in the series is married and lives with their "children" and their children's spouses. Which is a fine way to live if you aren't weird about it but I don't trust these people aren't.

Anyway all of this section is to stay that they Volturi can more or less stay the same as they are already, but the rules they've established for vampire kind need to be introduced to the reader (and their existence) almost immediately instead of in book 2.

The Werewolves

The biggest thing I would change about the werewolves is the bit about them being "awakened" by the presence of vampires. I think it makes more sense if the wolves just awaken when they feel a strong need to protect their family period, the presence of vampires just makes the process speed up a whole lot because of the tribe's history. I also think it makes sense for the Pack to be viewed as sort of protectors of the land and the people from supernatural threats by humans who are aware, and for this to be sort of emphasized with Charlie's relationship with Jacob's dad and grandfather.

I mentioned that I would have Bella and Charlie connect after going to family therapy, but now that I think about it, I would also have Charlie know about the werewolf pack before Bella tells him. He leaves the supernatural policing to them and focuses on the human crimes, that way he's able to focus his resources and protect his people better. Maybe he comes to Bella first and admits he's been lying to her and lays out what he knows and that's what gets her to open up about Edward being a vampire.

Misc.

From what I have managed to piece together, the main "plot" of twilight is that Bella and Edward meet, they stare into each other's eyes a whole bunch and realize one has good smelling blood and the other is a vampire. Edward introduces Bella to his coven and some other vampires show up??? And want to eat Bella??? And then they run away and oh no. The evil vampires have found them again and try to eat Bella and then Edward kills him but leaves his wife alive so the rest of the books are just a girlboss trying to get revenge on Edward by killing his partner. Until the last book when the Volturi show up angry because Bella isn't a vampire yet and has given birth to a half vampire and while I am on that last point: no half vampire baby, we are throwing out that whole ass plot point. I think people sometimes go overboard in assuming Mormon creators make everything about their fiction Mormon but there is nothing more fundamentalist than immediately getting married and having kids at 18. It doesn't need to happen, we can just re-write that whole book. Ok? Ok.

This is probably where most of the variations in how to fix the series come in tbh. Is it just a romance series? Do you want supernatural adventures? What are the stakes? Do we address the abusive undertones to Bella and Edward's relationship and make it a plot point or do we try to fix Edward? The original series doesn't have much going on in it... except for one thing which I want to bring up now. If you like the idea of Twilight (vampire romance set in a small town where supernatural stuff happens) I would highly recommend playing the Wayhaven Chronicles by Misha Jenkins. Because she also has a protagonist with special blood that is enticing to vampires and blocks their powers… but in her interactive fiction series she explains it as being a natural mutation humans have evolved to protect themselves from supernaturals. Their blood also empowers all supernaturals, not just vampires. Both of these ideas are ones I like, but since the only creatures we are working with in Twilight are Vamps and Werewolves, let's keep Bella's blood to only effecting vampires.

For my part, the more I have thought about Edward's character, he doesn't seem like he's mature enough to be in a relationship. He clearly has some unaddressed traumas about his vampirism that are getting in the way of him making friends let alone a girlfriend, so for my "fixed" series he isn't Bella's endgame.

Anyway here are some more specific bullet points idk:

Book 1

James the tracker gets introduced before the actual vampire reveal happens. He tracks and attacks Bella, Edward protects her, and they start hanging out more based off of a mutual attraction fueled by Bella's desire to be needed and Edward's desire to preserve what he perceives to be as a pure human soul.

Alice becomes Bella's first real good friend and encourages her to explore things that interest her. Bella starts taking care of her appearance a bit more, not in a "oh good she wears make up now" way but in a way where she buys clothes because she likes them and not because her mom would approve of them and remembers to brush her hair.

Jacob is introduced and Bella thinks of him as friend, it's clear she sees him as still a kid and doesn't take him seriously. This bothers him, but we don't find out why in this book.

Edward tells Bella that James isn't something she should worry about any more, but that is a lie. He has been attempting to protect Bella on his own, with some help from Emmet and Rosalie on occasion, but he feels a personal responsibility to keep James away from Alice and Bella. (Alice apparently was turned by James or something? Anyway this should be a bonding point for Alice and Bella)

He still breaks in to watch her sleep and all that shit and Bella rationalizes this, even claiming to be flattered as all she's ever really wanted is to be cared about and this feels like someone cares.

But then she gets a call from James threatening her mother and because Bella sees herself as her mom's protector she runs straight into that trap.

Blah blah blah Edward has to drain poison from Bella, they officially start dating.

Book 2

Bella's birthday. She doesn't like being the center of attention or birthdays in general and no one really seems to get this. Her dad asks if she wants a cake or something and promises not to buy candles, and since Bella likes cake she agrees if he promises not to sing.

Her friends at school wish her happy birthday except for Jacob who gives her his present "just because." It's clear to Edward that Jacob is someone she cares about and this makes him jealous because he cannot stand seeing her interact happily with someone else.

Alice has planned a birthday party for Bella and is extremely excited to officially introduce her to the rest of the family, even though she has already met them, since she knows how much Edward likes Bella and she's rooting for him.

Blah blah blah, cut happens, Jasper freaks, Carslie talks a bit with Bella, and then oof

Edward dumps Bella in the middle of the woods the next day and she doesn't take it well. Speaking of which this pissed me off so fucking much "oh uwu I can't be with u because I am worried about how fragile u are and I'll huuuurt you" *proceeds to break up with her in the middle of the fucking woods where she can easily get lost and die*

Depressive episode like normal

Bella realizes she can still see Edward if she is about to do something dangerous and still goes to find those motorbikes and take them to Jacob.

Bella's human friends don't really get as much of a focus even though they are there, so I'd like to bring them back here for a moment. Maybe the pink one encourages Bella to go see a therapist after Bella brushes off her dad's suggestion because she's been thinking about the risk seeking behavior and is worried she encouraged it. She also admits to seeing a therapist herself and this surprises Bella, who decides maybe it couldn't really hurt.

As Bella talks with Jacob she says something about him being a kid and he gets offended by this, heavily hinting at maybe him liking her

But, as opposed to Edward who always brushed off Bella's offer of protection, when talking about Sam Jacob reacts positively to Bella's offer of help and makes the same promise. "You watch my back I'll watch yours."

Cliff diving scene stays but like it's not done on a whim, Bella gets a group together of kids from the highschool maybe? No weird movie date scene because that was cringe.

Anyway Edward thinks she dies, Alice comes for a visit, werewolf Jake freaks but trusts Bella when she says she will be fine and says he trusts her.

The book ends with Bella bargaining for the Cullen's freedom from the Volturi by agreeing to become a vampire, initially she offers to allow Aro or whatever the fuck to turn her but Alice intervenes and offers to do it herself. They set a date for after her graduation, and are warned of grave consequences if they do not comply.

Edward and Bella do not get back together at the end of the book.

Book 3

Bella and Alice are back to being besties. While Bella is not back together with Edward, but she is not dating Jacob either. She is attempting to maintain a friendship with both but it's not really working, as Jacob can tell she's keeping some sort of secret from him.

This secret being her impending turning, and the general theme of people trying to convince her that she doesn't need to do this remains.

There is a real focus on the lack of choice most of the Cullens had with becoming vampires and how that has affected them, with a heavy emphasis placed on Edward.

Edward and Carlisle have a long talk. Carlisle talks about the concept of soulmates and how he always hoped Edward would find his, but admits he maybe placed too much of an emphasis on that instead of actually addressing the problems he was having in the hopes that love would fix him.

Since this is my post, I think Aro should be a sort of character foil to Edward. Ed doesn't want Bella to become a vampire even though she would (allegedly) make a very powerful one, while Aro should be obsessed with making Bella into a vampire because of her blood. I would also make it so that Aro's "wife" was once like Bella, with the same good smelling blood, and directly contrast Aro's sense of ownership over her with how Edward had been thinking about Bella.

This terrifies Edward who also has a deep talk with Bella and apologizes, and while Bella accepts it they still don't get back together because-

Bella always had more chemistry with Jacob anyway. They share interests and hobbies, they like talking with each other, Jake is someone she is good friends with and someone she really is going to miss when she dies and becomes a vampire.

Idc let the plot with the newborn army remain, but like make the talk about imprinting actually mean something. Maybe Jacob has already imprinted on Bella but he's keeping that shit to himself because he doesn't want to pressure her.

Maybe it all comes out while he's wounded and Bella finally tells him about what she has agreed to do.

And then the book ends with them both agreeing they don't want that to happen

There's a book 4?

So I have no idea what goes on in the end of the Twilight series.

There's a war?

But not actually because it was just a vision Alice had?

Um I think there is potential for some sort of actual battle between the Volturi, other vampire covens, and the werewolves.

Apparently according to the wiki Aro's wife is locked in a tower somewhere in a trance because he killed her sister? And she was upset about that?

Uhhhh maybe they decide to use that to spark some in fighting between the Volturi

Jacob and Bella can get married at the sensible age of like 25 in the epilogue

And Edward gets with someone else idk. Maybe one of the newborns from Vicky's army who he goes on a healing journey with.

meh that's what I've got. I still like the idea of Bella being into catching beetles and moths and that's why she's ok with being in the woods a whole lot but that's not super important.

I think it should sort of low key freak both Edward and Jacob out. But that's just my opinion~

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I got a 4 word request: Peg Javi G Please

AN | This is filth. Pure and simple filth with no plot. Please read the warnings before proceeding - this is not everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay! Enjoy❤️

Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Sex [Oral - m receiving, mention of f receiving, mentions of PiV, pegging, cumplay, body worship], 18+ only

Word Count | 3.5k

Masterlist | PP Characters, Main

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You’d noticed that he’d been tense all day…there was something about him that was just off. There hadn’t been an opportune moment to bring it up, so your worry had been suppressed and pushed to the back of your mind for now. If things were still wrong tomorrow, you’d confront him about it. Maybe it was just an off day. You hoped it wasn’t you…it couldn’t be you. Right? Right.

It wasn’t until you were sitting at your vanity, dressed in only your silk, barely there, little pajama set as you went about your nighttime routine that the truth came out. It had been a long day and you were beyond ready for bed. Javi hadn’t joined you yet, much to your dismay. He’d retired to his study after dinner, claiming he had some work that needed to be done that night. As if.

What you didn’t know was that he had been lingering in the doorway, watching you go through each little step in your normal routine with reverence. There were days and nights like this that made him question what you saw in him. Why you had stayed with him, why you had decided he was was worth of your love and time, why you had married him, why you had-

“Javi? Cielito?” you’d caught a flash of something in the mirror, which had caused you to look up and notice him standing there. He watched in the mirror as the corners of your mouth turned up in a smile before you turned around to face him. You held out a hand to him and made a grabby gesture so he would come over, “you’ve deprived me of your company all day, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Mi preciosa,” he took a step towards and you could immediately sense the hesitation in body. You stood up and met him halfway, gently placing a hand on his face as you stroked his cheek. A small little sigh escaped his lips as he leaned into your touch, “I wonder how I am deserving of you.”

“Javi,” that small laugh still made him weak in the knees escaped your lips as his expression softened, “what are you on about? Of course you deserve my love - you are my husband and my best friend. If anything it’s me that isn’t worthy of you. You are so good to me, always, and I couldn’t love you more. Will you please tell me what’s been on your mind?”

“How did you know something was wrong?” the corners of his mouth turned down as those big brown eyes softened, “I did not think that -”

“That you were being so obvious?” you finished for him as he just nodded lightly, “oh, amor, you are not subtle in the slightest. I love you, but you…your handsome face cannot hide a thing. So, tell me, dear husband, what is troubling you?”

He could either get it all out in the open or keep it tucked deep within himself. What would you think of him if he told you the truth? Would you…run away? Would you go along with it? Would you judge him?

“Javi? You can tell me anything.”

“Alright,” he exhaled sharply through his nose before nodding slightly, “you know there are few better things in the world other than making love to you, or fucking you, or…we are adventurous in the bedroom, are we not?”

"I…yes," you raised an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side. There was an almost innocent look in your big, bright eyes that made him half hard already, "I would say we are….Javi, is there something new you'd like to try? You know you can tell me, no judgment remember? And I believe we did say we'd try everything at least once."

"I want you to fuck me."

Oh. Oh. Oh? So that was what had been nagging him all day. Interesting. Most interesting indeed, you realized, as a pleasant shiver of warmth ran down your spine. Heat was already pooling low in your belly as you watched his eyes darken.

"I do fuck you," you whispered, testing the waters to make sure you were correctly understanding exactly what he wanted, "I'm on top a lot."

"That's not what I…no," he huffed lightly as he studied his feet, finding them to be incredibly interesting, "I…"

"Tell me, Javi," your mind was practically reeling at the possibilities.

"I want you to fuck me," his breath hitched in his throat, "like I fuck you."

"Javi," his name dripped from your lips like the sweetest golden honey which caused him to perk up, "yes. Please. Let me fuck you."

"Really?"

"Yes," you grinned excitedly, a thrill running through your blood, "of course. Everything at least once, right? And who knows, maybe we both like it."

"You are more perfect than I describe."

"Hardly," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to your lips, "but right now, I need you inside of me."

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"Javi," you reached down and tenderly brushed some of his unruly curls off his forehead. He was lying underneath you, his face flushed with a content little smile. You'd practically dragged him to bed as soon as he got home, and he'd managed to get a couple of orgasms out of you. Now it was his turn, "are you sure you still want to do this?"

"Yes," he promised softly; you could see the desire glowing in his eyes, "please."

"Whatever you want, cielito," you leaned down and kissed him, "do you remember your safe word? If you want me to stop at any time for whatever reason, just say so, okay? I don't want to…hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable in any way."

"I know," his smile was soft as he touched your cheek, "you're so good to me, preciosa. Safe word is Paddington."

"Good," you turned your head so you could kiss his palm. Leaning over, you reached into the bedside table, pulling out the bottle of lube and setting it down. There was a moment of pause, a last opportunity to change his mind as you moved off of him and went to grab the dildo and harness. He watched, his eyes twinkling with adoration and reverence, as you stepped into the harness and pulled it up, situating yourself for the new experience.

It had been several weeks since he’d first mentioned his desire and the two of you were slowly working up to it. You wanted him to have an experience as amazing and wonderful as you always did. You wanted him to feel as good as he always made you feel. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in pegging him. The idea of it alone made you hot and flustered; you wondered if it made him feel this way whenever he had you. The idea that he trusted you enough to tell you what he wanted, and to let you try it out was thrilling. You loved this man more than you could ever describe.

“Lay back and relax, Javi,” you whispered as you crawled back onto the bed and held yourself over him, “let me take care of you. Let me love you.”

“Please,” his voice cracked as he watched you with wide eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you swallowed whatever else he could say, knowing he’d stammer incoherently to make up for his nerves. Your Javi had done that for as long as you’d known him; it was endearing. You tenderly cradled his face in your hands, “remember if anything is too much or you want to stop, just say the word.”

“I trust you,” he promised as you smiled at him, “fully.”

“Me too,” you agreed as you reached into the drawer for one more little thing. It was a thick, silky black ribbon. You moved to wrap it around his eyes and to your surprise, he didn’t say anything or try to stop you, “I want this to be a full experience. Now relax, amor.”

He made a small sound in his throat as you tied the ribbon into a light knot. Gods, he was a sight, maybe the most beautiful one in the world. His whole body was flushed, his lips turned up in a small smile.

You pressed your lips to his, kissing him gently before trailing your lips along his jaw, and slowly working your way down his neck. His neck was a glorious thing, deliciously freckled and calling out to you. You could feel his Adam’s apple bob up and down as the tendons in his neck flexed. He could feel you smiling against his skin as you kissed every inch of him, mapping out each little freckle on his warm, golden skin.

“You are so beautiful,” you nuzzled into the hollow of his throat before lightly nipping at the delicate skin to leave your mark. You didn’t care if anyone else saw; you wanted everyone to know he was yours. Javi made a small sound, almost a little whine, as you dragged your lips along his collarbones. His hands instinctively reached for your hips, causing you to giggle before pulling them off of you. That didn’t stop you from bringing them to your lips so you could kiss his knuckles, “this is about you, amor, not me. Hands at your sides.”

“But I want to touch you,” he pouted, which only caused you to laugh more, “you’re so warm and soft.”

“So are you, gorgeous boy,” there was something about watching him lie there, so open and vulnerable. You took your time to worship his body, making sure no part of his skin was left untouched as you mapped out the constellations of freckles. He didn’t say anything, but you weren’t immune to all the soft little sounds he was making, small moans and whimpers. Even though he’d already made you cum twice - first with mouth and then his cock - you were already dripping for him again. You could feel the slick building between your legs as his cock grew harder and you hadn’t even touched him yet, “my love, my sweet love, mi cielito.”

“Preciosa,” he almost choked on the word as he tried to reach for you, but stopped himself. Your lips left fire in their wake, every sense heightened since he wasn’t able to see. You could feel him bucking his hips up ever so lightly to find some sort of relief. You could feel him brushing against your cunt and you were half tempted to take him and let him fill you up again, but this wasn’t about you right now. This was all about him, “please.”

“Patience,” you whispered in his ear, grazing your cheek against his as you nipped at his earlobe, “just enjoy the ride, amor.”

He gave in without complaint, feeling your hands gently massaging his hips and thighs as you worked your way down his body. He keened into your touch as lightly raked your nails through the curls as the base of his cock, now fully erect with a few drops of precum at the tip. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly to the point where he was ready to beg, you took him in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed out in a strained whisper. Words flowed from his mouth in a mixture of Spanish and English as he cursed and praised you, “so good. Don’t stop, preciosa.”

“Never,” you cooed as you pulled off with a pop, using your hand to stroke him, “I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so beautiful.”

“Hnng,” you took him back in your mouth, using your hand on the part you couldn’t quite fit, making it as wet and noisy as possible. If there was one thing you always were, it was thorough; why do something halfway when you can go full on? Plus, you liked sucking his cock, liked watching his face shift through different emotions before you could feel him twitching in your mouth. Usually you just swallowed all of him down, unless he was in a mood where he wanted to paint you, cumming on your tits or ass.

But not right now, not today. You weren’t going to let him cum - not yet anyway.

When you could feel him getting close, you pulled off and sat back, trying to catch your breath as he made a sound of surprise. You grinned at the startled expression on his face, knowing he was shocked; you hardly ever opted to edge him.

“Preciosa,” he groaned as he reached for his cock, but you lightly slapped his hand out of the way, “so - so close.”

“I know,” you purred softly, feeling the desire for him, just as much as he did for you. You wanted to touch yourself, but decided that if you were going to edge him, you might as well hold off on yourself. Instead you rubbed your legs together, trying to relieve some of the aching need you felt, “it’ll feel so good later, baby. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You lightly raked your nails up and down his torso, scratching just enough to where he would feel the pressure, feel the touch ghosting over his body. You praised him, reminding him just how good he was to you, how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. A flush of dark crimson crept into his chest, neck, and face.

Reaching for the bottle of lube, you popped the cap off and motioned for him to turn over. He easily complied, already feeling boneless from your touch. You squeezed some of the thick liquid into your hand, warming it up before letting it drip onto his ass. He shuddered for a moment at the sensation before relaxing. You poured some more into your palm, rubbing it all over the pretty, glittery blue dildo you’d picked out just for this occasion. It was funny in a way, you’d done this plenty of time for yourself, but this was an entirely different experience and sensation.

Once you were satisfied with your work, you took a handful of his small, but pert little ass cheeks in each hand, gently kneading and massaging him. He moaned, a delicious warm sound, at the feeling; it went straight to your cunt as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep quiet. You wanted him to be fully relaxed and prepared and took your time to work the tension out of his shoulders and back before going any further. Only once he was satiated did you reach for the bottle again, using a generous amount to lube up his entrance.

“Ready baby?” you asked softly as he made an affirmative little sound. You gave him a little spank as you pulled him towards you, getting him to stick his ass up. Normally you were the one in this position; it almost gave you a sense of power, knowing you had the ability to completely wreck him. You could see why he liked taking you from behind, “if it hurts at all, or you want to stop for whatever reason, tap my leg twice or use the safeword. Yes?”

“Yes,” he moaned as he felt you drag the tip of the toy between his cheeks before spreading them, “fuck, preciosa, please.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” your voice was so soft as you steadied yourself, a hand on his hip and the other holding the dildo as you slowly pushed it inside of him. You eased it in, bit by little bit to make sure he was okay. Judging from the sounds he was making and how he lightly leaned into you, you were positive he was. It felt good for you too, a different sensation than what you were used to but not entirely unwelcome, “doing so good, cielo. So good for me.”

“You can…more,” he groaned as you squeezed his hip in response. You rocked into him, burying yourself fully into him and remaining there for a moment. You wrapped an arm around his middle, bringing him up so his back was against your chest. He placed a hand on top of yours, squeezing it gently as you slowly pulled out, giving him a moment to breathe before pushing in again, “fuckfuckfuck.”

You could hear in his voice that they were sounds of pleasure rather than pain, which prompted you to go faster. If he was going to cum from this, you were sure you would. As you fucked him, trying to keep a steady, consistent past, you used your hand to grab his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts. Damn. You liked this just as much as him, the only audible sounds in the room were your combined moans and pants.

“You like that, cielo?” you snapped your hips against his as you kissed along his shoulder, “you like when your sweet little wife fucks you?”

“Yes,” he gasped as you gave his cock a particularly hard tug, turning his head to try and blind kiss, “‘s good. So good. Like when you fuck me.”

“Me too, amor,” you kissed him, letting your lips linger against his, “gonna make me cum too. I can see why you like fucking me so much.”

“Mhmm,” he moaned, “‘m not gonna last. So close.”

“You can let go baby,” you promised, wrapping an arm around his chest to hold him as tightly as you could, wanting to feel all of his skin against yours. You slowed your pace little by little as you felt his cock twitch and his breathing grow stunted and ragged.

Before he could cum, you pulled out of him, causing him to gasp in surprise, “on your back, Javi.”

“I was-”

“I know,” you cooed sweetly as you helped flip him on his back, “you’re doing so good for me, letting me use you like that. But I want to watch your pretty face when you cum for me. Wanna see how good you feel.”

He muttered something in rapid Spanish under his breath as you took the silk ribbon from around his eyes. There was a blissful little smile on his face, his honeyed eyes more black than brown with lust. You brushed his cheek with the tips of your fingers, “so, so gorgeous. My gorgeous husband. I wish you could feel how wet I am, all for you.”

His breath hitched as you spread his legs, shoving a pillow under his hips so you could bury yourself in him again. He watched in what you could only describe as awe at the look of contented pleasure on your face. You paused once you were fully seated in him, grabbing his cock before moving again. His face contorted in pleasure, mouth gaping slightly as you pushed him closer and closer to that sweet, blissful abyss.

“I hope you feel as good as I do when you have me,” you whispered, “you’re so good to me, Javi. I want to do the same for you.”

“Preciosa…”

“You’ve done so good,” you praised, “let go - cum for me.”

It didn’t take much more than a few more sweet, golden words from you before he came with a strangled little cry of your name. You worked him through it, watching as his spend spilled onto his belly and all over your hand. He hadn’t cum that hard in a while; maybe you were better at this than you’d thought you would be. His face has the most beautiful expression on it, a little glow settling about him.

You didn’t move just yet, making it a point of licking his cum off of your fingers before leaning over to lick the rest off him. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching for you, pulling you to his lips as he kissed you deeply.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, delicately cradling your face, “thank you, preciosa.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted, “I always want to make you feel special and good. I’m glad you wanted to try this. I liked it. A lot. It was kind of hot getting to fuck you for a change.”

“Would you…want to do that again?” he appeared almost shy, a nervous little smile on his face, “we d-don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Absolutely,” you promised, “yes, I want to do it again. Whatever you want, cielo, you can have it. I take it that you enjoyed it then?”

“It was…a lot of new, different sensations,” he mused, “but it felt wonderful. It was even better because of you, my sweet little wife.”

“My gorgeous husband,” you nudged your nose against his, gasping lightly as his large hands settled on your hips, “Javi…”

“Did you finish? Did you cum?”

“Almost, but not this time,” you admitted, and really, it wasn’t an issue for you. You could easily finish yourself off at this point, “but this wasn’t about me. You already made me cum earlier, Javi. Twice.”

“Twice,” he dramatically rolled his eyes, which only made you giggle, “which is not enough for an angel such as yourself. You’ve got another in you, at least one more, right?”

“Javi…”

“Sit on my face,” it wasn’t a question, which sent an electric shiver down your spine, “sweet little wife.”

“Javi.”

“It was not a question,” he insisted as his hands started to undo the harness you still had on, “I am far from finished with you.”

“Fuck me.”

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Paradise on Earth (13)

Chapter: 13. Prayers

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Drugs and Language

Summary: Y/N and the rest of the pogues go on the road to Charleston after receiving a mysterious letter.

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Fuck this test was hard. It was your fault for not studying but honestly who could blame you? There was way too much going on in your life for you to be focused on your history test. You turned your head to Kiara whose seat was beside yours to the left, Pope in front of her, and JJ to the diagonally to the right. You didn't bother to look at JJ knowing he knew as much as you or less and Pope was too far to even try to get his attention. Just as you were about to whisper to Kie for help, a man in a suit opens the door asking Mr. Sunn-- your history teacher-- if he could speak with Pope.

"We're in the middle of a test." Mr. Sunn says.

"I'm from the Vanderhorst Foundation," The man in the suit says. If you remember correctly that was the same foundation Pope had to meet with in order to be granted his scholarship. You wondered if they came to talk to him about what went down in the meeting.

"Mr. Heyward, it's for you." Mr. Sunn allows Pope to take a pause on his test while he speaks to the man. Kie meets your eye with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she quirks her eye at you in question. You shake your head slightly, I don't know.

Mr. Sunn returns his attention from the door to the class, you feign your focus on the paper made to test your mind on the knowledge you did not bother to know. Not five minutes later Pope is speed walking to his seat.

"What was that?" You heard Kie ask him. Pope turns to show you, Kie, and JJ a gold envelope with a gold wax-sealed wheat symbol.

"Is that?" You started.

"What the fu-fudge?" JJ exclaimed loudly, changing his words at your teacher's facial expression of warning.

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You and your friends rushed to the library straight after class ended, JJ once again speaking loudly and being shushed by the school's librarian.

"Seriously, Pope, you are driving me insane." You whispered to the boy who was not revealing any information on what the man had told him until you were all gathered in a "secure location". That location being the library/computer lab.

"Okay, so that guy was from the scholarship committee," He explained. "Take a look at this."

JJ snatches the envelope from Pope's hand, tearing the seal open and then pausing. "Out loud, J." You encouraged. He looks between you, Pope, and Kie.

"I can't read cursive."

You slap your face with your hand, the sound echoed through the quiet room, you cringed at the noise. He gives you a face, Kiara grabs the letter from JJ and recites the words from the letter.

"Dear Mr. Heyward,

I am reaching out because I have material evidence that can exonerate John B. Routledge. It is of vital importance that you come and meet with me in person at my offices at 27 King Street, Charleston at 8:00 p.m. sharp tonight.

Please come alone.

Regards, C. Limbrey."

"Charleston?" JJ immediately responds to Kie finishing the letter.

"It's like an eight-hour drive plus the ferry. How will we get there tonight?" Pope paces.

"We would have to leave right now," You comment.

"I have a free period," Kie mentions. Fuck the free period you have a shift at the wreck right after school.

"'Material evidence'? What does that even mean, 'Material evidence'?" JJ thinks out loud.

"It means they can clear John B," You clarify.

"Oh shit, then we're going to Charleston!"

"I got to tell my mom," Kie groans. You give her a sympathizing look but also one that reminds her of your schedule tonight. She grimaces and you mouth the word 'later'.

"Look, if we get it this time we are not giving it to Shoupe." You said.

Pope logs on to the schools computer as you were talking to search the last name Limbrey. He sighs, "What?" Kie asks him.

"I'm not sure, but I think whoever this Limbrey person is, they might be related to the Captain of the Royal Merchant."

The four of you read the article with the black and white photograph of a man in a sea Captains attire.

~~~

The school day went on dreadfully slow with the newfound information, your nerves wouldn't let you sit tight to the point where several of your teachers had pulled you aside to talk. They let you off with a warning and you couldn't help but think it was because of your brother's "passing" despite their own opinion of him as a criminal. At this point you could not care less knowing he was alive, (and well, though that wasn't entirely accurate considering you had no clue about John B's general well-being), you and your friends would soon be on your way to clear his name. If you could get to Charleston in time for Pope's meeting with this Limbrey person.

Your first obstacle would be convincing Kiara's parents to let her go. Which from the view inside Heyward's truck, was not going well. They-- Kie and her parents-- were standing on her porch, in deep conversation. You could almost hear the conversation by how loud Mrs. Carrera's voice seemed to carry on. It only got louder with Kie walking to the side of the porch, to the truck, with her bag on her one shoulder.

"They're taking it really well," JJ says sarcastically from your right.

You let out a low whistle, "I am so fired."

"Mm-hmm." Pope agrees, you send him a side glare. JJ notices your look and changes the subject.

"How'd you get his rig? I know your old man didn't let you have it."

"I undid the intake valves on the carburetor. Made it start pinging."

"And now you're gonna take it to your cousin Jeff's house, just gonna get it fixed."

"Crash overnight." You all said in unison. The lie Pope told to his father was obvious. You turned your attention to Pope, "Don't tell me you pulled a JJ on your dad, Pope."

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely rubbing off on him. Lying to his old man, stealing his truck."

"Shame," You playfully shook your head in dismay.

Pope gives JJ and you a warning glance. "Alright, that's a sore subject. My bad."

"I'd say we have about 18 hours before he absolutely loses his shit." Pope calculates. "So as long as we get it back before then, I think we're good."

"Boarding school? What are you talking about?" JJ had the window open from his side, Kie's anger being heard and seen by the way she skipped down every other step from her porch. She opened the white gate door letting it slam behind her as she protested her parent's arguments.

JJ hops out to let her in, she would have to sit on your lap or JJ would have to go in the trunk. To avoid you all being seen in public leaving town you agreed prior to having her sitting on your lap, that you would switch when either of you got tired.

You got out as well if only to tell Kie's parents you would not be making it to your shift.

"It's good to see y'all, Mr. and Mrs. Carrera." JJ waves.

"Hi, uh, ma'am, sir. I-I promise to have her back at a reasonable hour and safe."

"What are you doing?" Kie snaps at Pope.

"Kiara, you listen to me. You wanna go, then you can go, but if you don't come back at the proper time, then don't come back at all!" Mrs. Carrera threatens, ending the argument. "Y/N," She begins and shakes her head furiously, you can feel her anger from here though most of it you knew was mostly directed at her daughter. "Same goes for you with your shift."

That's all she said, her intimidating stare of a mother piercing into you. You didn't have one growing up so having to feel that disappointment from someone you considered a mother figure stung. You could only imagine how Kie must feel.

"She's bluffing," JJ says to reassure Kie. You slip back into your seat, pulling Kie along with you.

Once you were all settled inside the cabin of the truck, you let out a breath as Kie spoke. "This shit would be so much easier without parents."

She wasn't wrong. Being able to do whatever, whenever wasn't ever a struggle. What was a struggle was living without the stability and comfort of having them.

~~~

"My parents are so paranoid of me being a Pogue like it's the worst thing that could ever happen."

Kie was able to pay for the ferry ride you were currently on, heading to the destination on the letter. The four of you sitting or standing on different parts of the truck.

"I heard they got good weed at boarding school though," JJ thinks of a silver lining while finishing rolling a joint.

"They're gonna have to kidnap me, tie me up, and throw me in a van."

You laugh at her statement, "That was me when DCS was threatening to take me and John B away. Look how that turned out."

"Your legal guardian is a serial killer?"

"But I'm here with you guys on my way to Charleston, it has a way of working itself out." You shrug.

"Well, I say we crush some herb right now." JJ hands Kie the freshly rolled weed.

"Hey Kie, have you tried to hit John B back on that number yet?" Pope asks.

"Like, twenty million times. Some random lady at a hotel keeps answering."

"They most likely borrowed it from her or something," You tell him.

"Until we hear from them again we gotta try and clear his name, right now, this letter's our best bet." Pope declares.

"Right," JJ nods. "Stay on task, that's why I love ya' Pope."

Kie takes her two hits and then stands to passes it to Pope, "What Pope are you gonna be today?"

"I'm good," He denies it and re-reads the letter for the millionth time. "I'm gonna try to focus."

"Good Pope," She purses her lips and takes her seat beside you. "Boring Pope."

"I'll take that," You pluck the drug from her fingers.

~~~

You all spent hours on the Ferry now you would spend hours on the road to try to make it in time for the meeting. Your lap getting numb from how long Kiara has been sitting on your lap but you had planned to tough it out for the next stop for gas.

"Guys, i've read this thing like a thousand times. It makes no sense." Kie states, "I mean the Limbreys own like, half of Charleston. What do the kook Kings of Charleston know about a murder on Kildare island?"

"Why you specifically? That's the other creepy thing." JJ questions Pope.

You peep from behind Kie, "'Please come alone." That's hella sus."

"I was thinking the same thing, I think it's because-" Pope began, the truck started making an abnormal clucking noise from the hood. Seconds later and it was smoking, more than usual.

"Pull over. That's a lot of smoke even for your dad's truck."

"Pope, I got sensitive lungs, man!" JJ coughs.

Pope concedes to the demands and starts to pull over at the side of a ride next to a ranch.

"No. No. No. No." Pope puts the truck in park even though it had already broken down. He slid out of the truck hastily going straight to the front where the problem was.

"It's gonna blow up, it's gonna blow up!" Kie hops off your lap and out of the cabin with you right behind her.

"It's not going to blow up!" JJ says, "You probably unhooked the radiator, Pope. I haven't seen this before. You knocked the entire hubcap off!" He claps and lets out a whoo! laughing afterward as if this isn't putting a major roadblock to your journey. Not to mention how much trouble Pope is going to be in with his dad for messing up his truck.

"You might wanna reschedule your meeting tonight Pope," JJ remarked unhelpfully.

You stressfully scratched your neck as you thought of ideas and begin to list all the things you can do to get to the meeting on time, "Plan B? We could do public transportation, hitchhike, We could rent bikes."

"Yeah, it's the radiator," JJ noted the problem from behind the hood.

"My dad's gonna kill me," Pope stared off with dread.

JJ nodded," Yeah, he might."

~~~

You were sweaty and gross from standing in the midafternoon Carolina sun, pushing Haywards truck for a couple of miles with Kie, Pope, and JJ until some guy who owns a mechanic shop offered to help you out. By the time you got to said place, it was already way past the meeting time. You and Kie sat on the wheel cutouts of the truck bed while Pope and JJ spoke to the man who run the place. Kiara was oddly silent as you waited patiently for the boys who were handling the logistics of what went wrong with the truck, timing, and payment.

It was obvious that she was replaying the harsh words her mom had said to her. You couldn't imagine how hard it must have been to hear her mom kick her out, all this for the loyalty of a friend whom her parents considered dead. You appreciated her devotion towards you and your brother, even if she takes it too far sometimes.

"We're definitely gonna be planted here for the night," You tried to end the quiet as you felt the anxiety of staying at a random person's farm. You swatted a fly that was getting way too close to your ear for your liking, the buzzing sound making you shiver.

Kie, who was zoned out for a while, wrinkled her nose at your reaction, "Hate when that happens." She spoke quietly and once again began to stare off into space.

JJ strolled back to the both of you, he reaches to tap Kiara's shoe, "What's going on here, You alright?"

"My mom is so worried that I'm gonna be a Pogue that she's willing to send me to boarding school." A ridiculous idea if you were being honest. Kie's parents should know that boarding school would not change Kiara's personality, it would be a waste. You could not imagine her not being around no matter how aggravating she could be at times.

"I guess that's what you get for hanging around the wrong crowd, Kie" JJ takes a swig from his flask.

"I'm not gonna go," She shakes her head in refusal. "It's too late anyway, I already am who I am."

You reach for the metal container in JJ's hand, unscrewing the top, "It ain't all that bad." You take a sip of the bitter liquid.

"Yeah, I mean, Just look at that guy over there" JJ points to Pope who's still negotiating with the man. "He would do anything for us, that's a Pogue if I've ever seen one. Bone-deep. That's just one man's opinion."

Kie looks back at Pope with a small smile. You nudge her with your shoulder and a smirk. She rolls her eyes and grins as she hops downs from the side of the truck bed, "I'm gonna go check things out."

"Yeah, you do that." You whistle at her teasingly as she walks away. She flips you off with her back facing you.

You hand JJ back his flask, "Who knew you could be so good at cheering people up?"

"Everyone, Y/N, it's all part of my natural charm." He winks at you.

"Careful, inflate your ego too much and your head will pop."

"You are getting way too bold now, pretty girl, we're gonna have to put a leash on you."

"Now that's kinky," You chuckle.

He chokes on his drink, "That's not what I meant" He coughs out. You let out a loud laugh, "I know."

~~~

There was barely any space on the trunk with You, JJ, Pope, and Kie but you all managed to squeeze together with JJ already asleep horizontally closest to the back window of the truck. You, Kie, and Pope laid vertically with your heads on the open door of the truck bed. You were on the left with Kie in the middle and Pope to her right.

"Goodnight everyone," Pope said.

You were about to respond when you heard the sound of a light kiss before Kie settled down finally, you peeked over your shoulder slightly to see her looking at Pope and heard her say, "Goodnight."

You almost didn't catch JJ pulling his cap to cover his eyes and turning his back on the scene. Guess he's not over her either.

Chapter 14

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notasouleater · 4 months

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There’s a ghost in my house.

“Ghost” may be the wrong word. There’s a spirit. An apparition. A burning hole in the shape of a person.

House is also the wrong word. Place. It comes out there, when I am alone. But even outside when I cannot see it, I feel it at the corners of my vision, falling into nothing.

There are more important things, than the ghost. I have a nursery and store to tend to. A life to tend to. Friends, to tend to.

My friend is a good man. In hard times, truthfully, but doing his best. His husband passed not long ago, a dear friend of mine as well. He took it as well as you would expect, especially when it happened so suddenly, to a man in good health. He barely spoke for a week, and even then his words were truly not for himself but for his young daughter. She was the only reason he started moving again. His older brother and his brother’s partner, his only family, came down to help for a while, but had to leave on business. He’s doing much better now, but I still help where I can.

He often forgets things as of late. He doesn’t like to admit it, not when he feels he must keep everything together. It’s getting better, but he still won’t hear a word on it. I help where I can.

I was at his house when I first noticed the strangeness, though I didn’t know it at the time. We’d had a lovely evening (I cooked), and were playing with his daughter. She’s a smart girl, and is enamored with stories. She takes great pleasure in reenacting the ones she reads in books, or ones she makes herself. She was just crowning her papa- with a paper crown decorated in crayon- when someone passed outside the window, loudly playing a song.

It was one that took me barely a moment to place. A favorite of my friend and his love, one they’d often danced to. I looked to him, and for a moment an expression I could not place flashed over his face, before it settled into something unreadable. This wasn’t unusual. He hardly let himself face things like that, or in essence, the one big thing. Not out in the world, where he needed to be a sole breadwinner, or in his house, where he needed to be a sole homemaker, and especially not in front of his daughter. Not after how hard he fell that first week.

I worried, but he immediately turned back to laughing as he took his crown, and the evening continued as a pleasant one. I worried too much, it seemed. Happiness was creeping back in.

It wasn’t long after that he started to take ill. Not that he didn’t try to hide it, but even for a man with a talent in illusion, he had little energy to spare for it. One day I was watching his daughter for him after school, and ended up walking her home when I was sure he’d intended to pick her up. He opened the door with his usual energy, seemingly as unaware of any mix-up as his child was, but I could see him blinking away sleep, and tightness around his smile. I cornered him the next day, and he confessed he’d been sleeping poorly, and was starting a cough.

I convinced him to let his daughter stay with my mother for the weekend (a visit both were more than excited for), and to stay with me for the same time. He was easier to sway than I would usually expect, but I suspect he was feeling worse than he was letting on. But I suspect he had a buried wish not to be alone that night.

We stayed mainly in the house. It was nice, we hardly had full calm days together anymore, even before. Work and families and all good things, but still with days like this one. He mainly kept to the couch, not quite dozing off, and I kept my work to the same room.

For the better part of the day I only left for long enough to bring back food. Nothing that took preparing. His husband was always the cook among us. In a way I was privately glad I was sure it would go without comment. What was there I could say? Some bring poetics to grief, but he’s just gone. I lived as before, and he was utterly gone.

I ignored the smoke in the corner of my eyes as I left the kitchen.

Eventually there came a time in the day where I had to head out for a bit. I made my friend promise me to stay on the couch (to actually rest) and left. My tasks were mainly in busy areas, groceries and such, but the crowds didn’t stop the burning hole in the corner of my vision, which ebbed and flowed to its own strange reasoning. Quiet as I looked through bulbs but a screaming silent void as I tried to find vegetables. I gave up before I entirely finished collecting the produce, lest I do something drastic in the middle of a store.

At long last I was able to head back, and looking through the window saw my friend had made good on his promise to rest. As I wished not to disturb him, I had nothing that would require refrigeration, and I had tasks to tend to anyways, I went around back to the nursery. It’s smaller than the one connected directly to the shop, but a more controlled environment for plants that might need more care.

It was peaceful there. The rhythms of the work were calming, and I relaxed into the feel of dirt under my fingers. There wasn’t much to do, but I took my time doing it. A hole started burning into the corner of my vision. I ignored it. I pushed the time before returning to the house.

But something within me bucked. Perhaps it was the strain of the preceding days, or just my growing frustration, but I found myself struck with fury at this emptiness, this void in the shape of a man. I told it to go, shooing it in ways I hadn’t tried since they failed when it first appeared, and worked just about as well now. As I did, it pulled away from the corners, starting to fill my vision as my voice raised, until I could stand it no longer, grasping around and wrapping my fingers around the first object I found to hurl at the monstrous apparition.

In a blink it disappeared.

This surprised me. I hadn’t honestly thought it would work. I ventured cautiously into the room, towards where the broken remains of what I could now tell was a small trowel lay. It still did not reappear. It was only when I truly turned my attention toward the ground that I realized what I had done.

It was a simple trowel. Hand held, mass-produced, with a wooden handle that often tried to splinter and was now split from the head of the shovel. It was simple, cheap, and broken. And it had been a gift from my departed friend.

Something broke. It felt like a second funeral, but if I had been the force that struck him down. He couldn’t be any deader than he was only minutes before but it felt like he was. I didn’t realize the volume of my grief, or even that I was crying, until my friend rushed in from the house, roused from where he lay.

I felt bad about that. I tried to reassure him but that ship had firmly sailed. I didn’t need to explain what happened at least, he saw the shovel and figured it out, though he assumed it had been dropped. I don’t think I could’ve handled admitting I’d thrown it.

Despite my attempts at downplaying, he remained resolute. He refused to leave or sit, and surveying the damage he informed me he knew a woodworker who owed him a favor (I swear half the town does), and that he believed that while modifications may be needed, all the original parts should be salvageable.

I don’t know how to say why, exactly, that last bit meant so much to me. But it helped. It helped a lot.

I still wasn't entirely back, and he could clearly tell. I tried to apologize for bothering him over something so small, but he waved me off with a scoff, and told me not to say that. I told him I barely had reason to be upset. Of course I was sad to break something our friend had given me, but it didn’t change anything. He was just as gone either way.

He gave me an odd look at that. But he gave in, and allowed me to pull him (and he, of course, pulled me), back inside.

Even as the daylight faded, we stayed up for a while, after that. I stopped it earlier than I might have under different circumstances though, he was still sick after all. He tried to convince me he would be fine if we just stayed on the couches, but I insisted he move to a proper bed. He took a familiar post in the room just across the hall from mine, but requested I leave my door open. He didn’t want me to get sick from him, but he’d sleep better with an extra assurance I was there. Truthfully, so would I.

I could hardly see him from my bed, of course, but I listened for the longest time through our twin doorways. It took longer than I would wish, but eventually his breathing steadied into the steady thrum of sleep. I waited, lying awake, but aside from the occasional faint cough it stayed strong.

I was finally able to settle down to sleep, but found it evaded me. Something felt just felt off, and anytime I started to drift I would suddenly jerk awake. The sense of wrongness grew until it reached a point where I decided to get up. I planned to do a quick lap around the house, just to reassure myself that nothing was awry, but as I stood I noticed a fog as I had never seen before outside my window. No sooner had I seen this than I heard creaking from the hallway, and when I rushed out I found my friend. His eyes were barely open, still caught in the delirium of slumber. Sleep-walking then, but he had a strange purpose as he passed me, stepping quickly through the house and pulling open the front door before I could stop him.

His husband stood there.

I stood frozen but- no. It wasn’t right. Not even a ghost, an apparition, like his deceased visage seen through the ripples of a dream. Its clothes shifted, like a picture that changes at different angles, and no matter how I turned I could never quite find his eyes. It held out its hand, and my friend took it.

They danced. I less heard than felt their old song as it swelled around them, guiding their movements the same as it so often had in life. As they swirled I caught my friend’s eye through the mists, though he didn’t see me. He looked only at the face of the vision, his own face serene in a way that spoke of coming home from a long trip, contented just to be among friends. Any waking worry was smoothed from his brow. I was transfixed, unable to move lest I interrupted the scene.

I don’t know how long they danced for. It may have been hours, but eventually the music began to fade. The dance came to an end, pulling back to the house, and the specter slipped out into the mist, away from my friend’s still outstretched hand. He watched it go from the doorway, an emptiness in his face.

As my friend seemed to go devoid of feelings in the apparition's absence, I felt my own rouse. No wonder he was getting sick, how long had he been losing sleep and spending nights barefoot out in the cold? What wicked thing cast this spell on him? Pulled him from his home with nothing to offer but a cruel reminder left in its wake?

I rushed to his side, and ushered him back into my home.

He didn’t say anything, for the longest time. He was definitely fully awake, but he just sat upon the couch, studiously avoiding my gaze. Finally, in a quiet sort of voice, he asked if I had seen it too. I said yes, and his face poured into relief. I told him we would find a way to stop the thing, but he gave me a funny look.

I thought he must be confused. I had seen it, yes, but it was still a dream. It wasn’t the person we knew and it was hurting him.

He immediately pushed back at me, distraught. He was under no illusions, he cried, he knew it was only a dream. But he needed this dream. He needed it.

This gave me pause. What good could something like that do? But I thought back over the events I had witnessed. The spirit itself, in truth, seemed to pose little danger, and after the shock wore off his face I thought looked empty before now focused into something wistful, not hollow.

I could admit he seemed happier for it, these past few weeks. But even if the vision wouldn’t hurt him, the problem stood, as I told him, that he only met it in the dead hours of night, and not in his home but out in the cold. Their meetings were pushed into the dark, and it was sickening him.

He sat in still quiet. He didn’t know if he could meet it anywhere else, he admitted. But he could try.

We slept in, for a long time, that morning.

We spent that next day much in the same way as the first. But sometimes, as I passed him, I could hear him humming.

The next week we made more plans together, after, of course, he was feeling better. He even started looking well rested. It was just simple shopping, or walking together to pick up his daughter from school. It was nice. Often, as we walked together, I could feel the hole at the corner of my vision. I’m sure he could see me glancing at it, but he let it go unmentioned. Somehow, its presence didn’t feel as oppressive as before.

There was still a moment again, when I was alone at home, where it grew, and I felt it should swallow me. I reached again for something to throw, but looked this time, before. It was just a winter hat, but one that belonged to my departed friend. Funny I’d barely noticed it these last months, it only became mine after he forgot it so many times I decided to just keep it. He hadn’t noticed for at least a week. When I remembered myself, and pulled back to the present, the emptiness had withdrawn back to its corner.

I wore the hat the next day. My friend noticed it with a smile, surprising me by actually speaking the memory. We laughed together about the only man in the world who could fail to find the hat he was looking for on his best friend’s head. There was no proper reason for it, but it felt like he was walking with us, and the specter hardly burned at all.

Later that week his family came to meet me at my shop. He pointed out flowers to his daughter, naming the ones that had been his husband’s favorite (anything yellow, really). In the quiet moments as I put together a last bouquet, I could see him swaying. We walked home together, sticking to each other up until the last moment when I split off to my home.

I sit there now. I have new flowers in my sills, now that it is warm enough, little golden buds peeking out. The void is still there, and perhaps it shall always be, but it is smaller now. And when I glance at the flowers in my window, it doesn’t scream, but sings.

#my writing #creative writing #ghosts #death mention #I've never claimed to be a subtle writer #shout-out to #@justheretolurk24 #for being the only reason this is at all edited #anyways the docs name (and. only name/title) for this one is 'barbie and the twelve dancing princesses'#for reasons I'm sure are completely and totally obvious for realsies #this isn't strictly about Lauren and Trickster so I'm not tagging them but. in my heart

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ftmshepard · 1 year

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random chaldea conversation #1, EMIYA and EMIYA Assassin

I think this still technically counts as father/son bonding?

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“Do I know you?”

The words hurt me more than I expect them too. Chaldea’s records are spotty in places, but they’re good enough that I know exactly who this man is.

Kiritsugu Emiya. The man who called himself my father for the years we knew each other, the man I allowed to adopt me.

My hero.

“Sometimes,” I say. It’s not as though Kiritsugu would recognize me like this anyway, not when he only ever knew me as a child. “Other versions of you.”

The weird heads up display Master depends on to tell the ten thousand versions of Altria Pendragon apart apparently calls him Emiya Assassin, the same way that the shattered gold version of myself I see in the halls sometimes is called Emiya Alter.

I am, apparently, simply “Emiya,” the implication being that I am an original to which the others are compared. I don’t know how I feel about that. I mostly try not to think about it.

“Oh,” this other Kiritsugu says. He sits down across from where I’ve been trying to have dinner, his chair scraping against the floor of Chaldea’s dining hall. He doesn’t have any food with him. He’s probably the kind of Servant who doesn’t bother remembering to eat, not when Chaldea is full of so much magic it could make you drunk. “Was he happy?”

Right in the gut then. The question is almost innocent, except this is the alternate future, bad end version of a man who was never anything close to that. “I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe by the end.”

Emiya Assassin nods.

“What happened to you?” I ask. The uncomfortable questions can go both ways, I decide. If I’m going to be haunted by my alternate futures I might as well haunt them back.

He frowns. “I…” he hesitates. “I don’t remember. I… the Holy Grail…” His brow furrows. I think about the woman who looks too much like the woman Ilya never got to be and try not to feel like Chaldea has been designed to mock me personally. “We won. We always win.”

His memories are fuzzy because he should have never existed. I think we both know that. He’s a Counter Guardian, like I am, but even less plausible.

Meeting someone whose existence is more absurd than mine is strangely refreshing.

I respect him just enough not to say that out loud. Or maybe not him, but the man he should have been.

“Oh,” I say. “Congratulations?” I know from painful experience that winning the Holy Grail War isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially not that Holy Grail. The rot at its core makes sure of it. If he even won. His past doesn’t need to make sense.

He shakes his head. “Death and destruction,” he says. “My wish. It granted… my wish. Why did I seek you out?”

I stare at him. That’s not a question I can answer, right now. I mean nothing to this version of Kiritsugu; he exists only to kill, a parody of the worst things I’ve learned about the real Kiritsugu.

“The Holy Grail has a habit of calling on our family,” I say, finally. I don’t mean to say our. I say it anyway.

“Our?” He latches on to it immediately. “You’re not—” He recoils from me briefly. I try not to let it hurt. “No, I would recognize my father even after all these years. You’re not him.”

“I’m your son,” I say. “In another life. You took me in at my worst moment.”

Even at my most self-loathing I cannot regret choosing to live with Kiritsugu. Shirou Emiya may doom his friends in more worlds than I can count, but the version of myself who refused that stranger’s offer is literally unthinkable to me. Whoever that person is, he is not Shirou Emiya, and he has no part of the strange gestalt of iterative selves I have become.

It takes me a second to realize, and then it hits me. The strange facial expression Kiritsugu is making is his attempt at a smile.

“Oh,” he says. “That’s good to know. That I did something good in the world.”

I return his smile with one of my own, still feeling strange about this entire conversation. “From what I’ve heard, this version of you has also done some good.” I wasn’t part of the party Master brought with them to that particular singularity—they were going through a period of obsessively hanging out with Medea and Medusa, which is their choice even if I don’t really understand it—but I hear about their adventures when we talk, and they’d mentioned this strange Assassin who looked almost familiar.

He shakes his head. “Don’t compliment me. I don’t deserve it.”

He leaves as abruptly as he arrived.

My food’s gotten cold. I don’t have an appetite anymore, but I should probably eat or I would get hungry, and then Master would make fun of me for skipping meals again.

I stare at my food. That was weird. Is this how Saber feels all the time, confronted by alternate versions of herself that range from silly to downright evil?

I’ll have to ask her about it. She can’t be that happy about this alternate universe version of her worst ever Master; it’ll be something to bond over, alongside the mutual awkwardness of remembering all those variants of our relationship dynamic.

“Would I look cooler with a hood?”

I don’t realize I’ve spoken out loud until a familiar voice answers, “Yes.”

“Oh!” I say, startled. “Master, I didn’t see you there.”

“You were nice to Assassin, right?” They sit across from me, though they don’t seem to feel the need to readjust the chair. “He’s fragile.”

I stare at them in disbelief. “That is not how I would describe him at all.”

They shrug. “He’s defrosting, but that just means he can be hurt more easily. What did you tell him?”

I explain our conversation. “I told him the truth,” I say. “I was his son in another world.”

They nod, apparently satisfied. “Good,” they say. “I’m glad to hear that.”

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