#when Angie is in that beautiful white dress

[softquietsteadylove]

We all know how buff Gil is build right? So how about Gil goes shopping for himself and Thena decides to go with him and he is struggling to find something fitting? Would be a funny story! You choose in wich AU it’s happening 😂

"Thena, thank fuck you're here!"

Thena laughs as Gil rushes over to her as soon as she steps foot into the department store. He called her at work, which had really freaked her out given they hadn't been back home for too long. And they had been keeping Gil in the flat as much as possible, careful about who might see him out and about if he roamed too freely.

But he likes running errands, like getting groceries and little household supplies. He keeps the flat immaculate and prepares beautiful meals for them, since what else is he supposed to do with his days, she supposes.

"Why are the sizes so complicated?" he frowns at her, holding a few different shirts of the same make in his hands. "I just thought I was stopping by to grab some clothes for around the house. But now I've been here for 45 minutes and I don't know what size I am anymore."

Thena laughs, taking the shirts from him to at least physically alleviate his burden. She flips through them, looking at the tags of each. "Did you really pick up one in every size?"

"Except small," he shrugs, joining her as she walks them back to the men's section.

"Does a medium fit you?" she asks, her eyes just starting to drift over him before she stops herself. That's not a good idea.

"Well, sometimes American sizes will fit me," Gil offers helplessly. "Korean shirts basically always had to be tailored for me."

Thena's eyes flicked down to his arms for just a second. Yes, she could see how that might be a problem for him. "Let's start with a regular old large for now."

Gil sighs, though. "That's the problem, though."

Thena raises her brows.

"Just," he takes the shirts from her hands again and leads her back to the changing room he had abandoned to go wait for her, "come with me."

Thena sets her purse down as she takes a seat outside of the stalls. She can see a mess of other articles of clothing in the room before he closes the door. She wonders if he's really only been here for 45 minutes.

"See?" Gil practically whines, holding his hands out in front of him in a helpless gesture. "They're too tight."

Thena blushes, although she tells herself not to. It's silly, really. She was so used to seeing Gilgamesh in business suits all throughout her time working for him. But just a t-shirt and jeans are working for him.

Gil pouts as she stands to examine the way the seams of the sleeves dig into his biceps. "It's kind of fine otherwise."

Actually, it's already a little looser everywhere else than he would like, she thinks. She tilts her head, "I don't know, Gil."

Gil slumps his shoulders again. "See?--this is exactly why I called you. I don't know what I was thinking trying to come here by myself."

Thena shakes her head; this is exactly the kind of thing that made her develop feelings for him in the first place. This man and his stupid sweetness. "Maybe this just isn't the type of shirt for you. Sometimes different brands will fit different, too."

"Why's it so difficult?" Gil bemoans as she sends him back into the changing room.

"I couldn't tell you, I'm afraid," she laments. She has her own troubles with clothes simply with a female body. "I did a lot of my clothes shopping online in Korea."

That and sometimes things wouldn't quite fit her in the bust, so she had to take up buying dresses and learning to live with a revealing neckline and just wearing a cardigan or sweater over them.

"Maybe I should just do that," Gil mutters as he emerges, all of his finds - and failures - piled up in his arms.

"We'll find you something," she assures him, taking his picks from him and leaving them in the bin to be sorted before returned to the shelves. She slips her hand into the crook of his elbow (just this once, she tells herself).

"What about you, Naekkeo?" he smiles at her.

This isn't the first time he's used some cute little pet name on her like it's nothing--like it's normal for them. She tells herself not to let it get to her every time. "What about me?"

"We're here," Gil states, gesturing to the store around them. "We should shop for stuff for you too."

"I don't need anything," Thena laughs at his eager face.

"But Thena," he pleads, as if he's asking for something for himself instead of trying to convince her to let him take her shopping.

"These might actually be a good choice for you," she muses as she feels the soft material of the thick-knit sweaters and cardigans. They'll stretch to accommodate those arms of his without them having to go two full sizes up from his usual.

"Huh," he notes as he takes one from her, slipping off his jacket and slipping the cardigan on in its place. "What do you think?"

Goddammit, it looks great on him. Despite the very mundane article of clothing, he makes it look borderline salacious with it unbuttoned around him, the sleeves pulled partially up his thick forearms.

Thena bites her tongue; he looks damn sexy, is what she thinks. "It looks nice."

Gil beams at her approval, proudly laying it over his arm as he continues to float next to her. "Maybe I should just be a cardigan guy."

Thena smiles, pawing through a few more stacks of sweaters and knits. "That's quite a shift from your usual attire."

"Well," Gil sneaks a look at her and slides their hands together. "I have to look the part if I'm gonna be a househusband here, right? Soft clothes and aprons and oven mitts?"

Thena just laughs, although she's already getting a little too use to thinking of Gil like that. She tries to tell herself not to, of course. They're not married--they're not together. She's protecting him by moving him here.

But whether they're together or not, his hand tightens around hers, and she lets it, smiling all through the rest of the store.

#Thenamesh Receptionist AU #when they first move to London #a few installments ago now #because I don't understand size conversions either Gil #also #in that clip and gifset of them during Eternals promotions #when Angie is in that beautiful white dress #and Don is in a white t-shirt and blazer to match #first of all the matching outfits I love it #but also #his jacket is visibly too small for him #like the sleeves are too short #but I think it's because of this #like it fits his arms and shoulders #but it would be too big on him if they sized up to account for them #I assume the suit he had on for the Eternals premier was custom fit

[alxstxrhazbin]

His Second Choice ~ Lucifer x Female!Reader ~ Part 1

“Once upon a time, when the world was first created by the father, ‘god’, there were two lovers. A bright young man, with fantastic ideas for the future of human creation—and a beautiful young woman, whom was created to be his lover. Unfortunately, while the woman loved the man very much, she was forced to watch from afar as he fell for a human woman on earth.” The woman paused, looking down at her daughter, pulling the little girl close. 

“Is this the story about Lucifer and aunt Y/N!?” The little girl asked excitedly.

“Mhm.” The mother nodded, continuing her story.

“Although Lucifer went to earth to visit Lillith—your aunt Y/N still had hope that one day maybe they would fall in love as they were destined to. However, with the help of Lucifer, Lilith ran from the garden and Adam. Together, the new couple gave Adam’s new wife, Eve, the forbidden fruit, damning both of them to hell for the rest of eternity.” 

“Poor aunt Y/N!” The little girl said sadly, looking down.

“Well-” The mother was interrupted by the creaking sound of a door. In the doorway stood Y/N, her h/c hair shining brightly in the mid-afternoon sun. She was wearing a short puffy blue dress, with pink and white stripes, white stilettos, and a small golden butterfly necklace. 

“Aunt Y/N!” The little girl squealed, jumping out of her mother’s arms and into her aunt’s embrace. “Mommy was just telling me the story of you and Lucifer!” She giggled, seeming happy about this.

Y/N seemed less excited about this news. Nobody besides ‘The Seven Heavenly’, Sera, Y/N’s sister, Evangeline, and the father knew about this. “Why don’t you go play outside,” Y/N stopped to look at her sister with a quick glare, before smiling back down at her niece. “I need to talk to your mother.”

~~~

“Evangeline, why would you tell her!?” Y/N shouted at her sister, eyes full of tears. “Why not? It's not hurting anybody N/N!” Evangeline yelled back at her sister. Y/N paused to wipe her tears, before speaking to her sister calmly.

“It hurts me, Angie. It hurts every single day. Knowing he won’t come back.” She broke into a full sob. “I…”

“I know it hurts. I understand your pain. But you’ll never get over it if you try to hide from it N/N.” Evangeline spoke softly, rubbing her sisters’ back gently.

“I have something to tell you.” Angie spoke sadly.

“What is it..?” Y/N spoke slowly, still half crying.

“Lucifer’s daughter is arriving today.”

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin x reader #alastor x you #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin lucifer #luciferxreader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer #radioapple #lucifer hazbin hotel #obey me lucifer #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel adam #adam #adamsapple #sinner adam #adam firstman #lute #hazbin adam #charlie x reader #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #vaggie

[minispidey]

Lust is a Drug.

Marc Spector x f!reader. Angie's first kinktober.

(a/n: i got writer's block! but i just had to put this out as soon as i could finish it and I finally did! and i just realized marc didn't take off reader's undies... mushi said it was ok so i'm not gonna edit it...)

warnings: corruption, breeding, p in v, cheating, reader is in a cult. english is not my first language.

word count: 2,394.

For as long as you can remember, you've never really known the world outside your house. You weren't taught basic math or science, you were just your parents' doll. So when they let you go, after 21 years of being under their control, you wandered off not knowing what to do. You didn't have a diploma or the basic education to even get a job.

And when a couple of nice people invited you to their small town, of course, you accepted. You were provided shelter, food, and clothing. You were as pure as an angel and untouched, and Arthur Harrow set his eyes on you, wanting you for himself. You were the perfect woman.

Of course, you said yes. He was kind to you. He was a decent husband, but your marriage wasn't what you imagined it would be. There was always something missing.

When your husband brought back Khonshu's avatar, you were curious. Finally, someone who knew what the world was like without being as brainwashed as everyone around you.

You poked your head out to watch your husband lead the man to the dining area. Your white dress swayed as you made your way to Arthur's side, holding his arm "How fascinating..." you whispered.

"Don't mind her. This is my wife, just curious like always." Arthur looks at you before patting your head "Dearest, I'd like you to meet Steven Grant and well, Marc Spector."

"It's very nice to meet you." you stared doe-eyed at him. Steven's eyes shifted towards you before nodding "It's nice to meet you too."

"Why don't you go ahead and help with supper, hm? Run along now." Arthur smiles at you before rubbing your back.

"Alright." you obediently nodded as you went off to the other tables. Arthur let out a small laugh "Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Your wife? Yeah, I guess- I mean, she's a real beauty." Steven stammered with his words "She's lovely."

"Don't be so tense. She doesn't bite." Arthur pats his back as they both sit in front of a table.

From afar, you continued to stare at Steven. Your eyelashes fluttered a bit and your body felt like putty. You squealed a bit when your fingertips accidentally graze over a boiling pot.

Right. Kitchen duties.

The night wore out, and you retreated to your quarters, washing yourself. The soft silk of your nightgown rubbed against your skin as you lay down on the sheets. You took a deep breath of the fresh cold air, relaxing your body.

Not long after, your husband joins you. He smiled at you "What do you think, dearest? Think he'll help us?"

"I can tell he's stubborn." you giggled, turning your head towards him.

"Well, Marc Spector is. Steven Grant is... gullible and he'll trust us. You can help gain his trust. You're always the convincing one." His finger boops the tip of your nose before he cups your face with both of his hands.

"If that's what you think best, my love."

He pressed a kiss against your temple "We must rest for tomorrow. You'll keep him company, won't you?"

"I will."

The next day, you dressed in your usual white dress and prepared to welcome Steven to your little town. While Arthur was off doing whatever he does, you stopped by the little cottage Steven was given for last night.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited with a soft smile until he eventually opened it.

"Good morning." you said "I brought you bread. As a welcome."

"Uh, thank you." he nods.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah, go ahead." his British accent was gone, you noticed. You blinked twice before smiling "Marc Spector?"

"Yeah." he opens the door wider "Come in."

"Okay." were you a little scared that it was Marc? Yes. Steven seemed nicer than how Arthur first described Marc to you, but now you were faced with Marc himself.

"My husband wanted me to give you a warm welcome. He has some duties today so he sent me in his place. Did you sleep well?"

"Not bad." he shook his head.

"Good to hear." you nodded "You must be starving-"

"What do you want?" Marc asked you, staring into your eyes.

Your mouth was hung open before you took a deep breath in "I just... want to welcome you. It might be just a visit but I wanted to make you comfortable..."

"Nothing about this whole... thing..." he waved his hand "...is comfortable."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Listen. You can leave. I'll tell Harrow that you did welcome me, and whatever. Just leave." he walks towards you, making you back up against the wall.

"I'm not very fond of lying to my husband..."

"Then keep a secret. Now, leave." Marc points to the door "Thanks for the bread. Now, go."

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You've never felt this way before. But something about this... situation, is making you extremely-

"Go."

"Y-Yes..." you stuttered as you kept eye contact with him. You slowly made your way to the door before walking outside.

Your legs were like jello. You felt an unfamiliar sensation down there, your... core. You gulped before walking back to the town and rushing into your house, running up the stairs. It confused Arthur who had just come home.

You hiked up your skirt when you reached the bathroom and sat on the toilet. You had thought you were on your period— but you weren't.

But clear substance coated your folds. You've never touched it before but you were curious, taking a finger and dipping it inside.

"No... it's a sin..." you quickly pulled your hand away "I mustn't...." you whisper.

You washed your hands and quickly fixed your dress. But the burning sensation in your core never stopped.

That night, you lay in bed alone, your breasts were warm as you placed your palm to feel your heartbeat.

Marc was just so intimidating. The way he looked at you made you feel things you've never felt before.

The way he towered over you, the way he stared at you, and the way he spoke to you...

Your hand was in between your legs again.

You let out a gasp before pulling your hand away and sitting up. Your heartbeat raced and your face heated up, feeling your soaked cotton panties.

Just as you clasped your hands for a prayer, you heard a click from the window, making you snap your head towards it.

The moon shines from behind the white curtain and suddenly the windows slammed open, the cold air hitting your face.

You shivered and covered your eyes from the bright moon before getting out of bed, the soles of your feet touching the cold wooden floor. You made your way to the window to close it.

Until you felt a warm breath against the nape of your neck.

It sent goosebumps down your spine and you turned to find

"Marc?"

His stare was hypnotic. You didn't even notice that he was walking closer to you, trapping you against the window.

He lifted your chin upwards to look at you closer, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. You quivered from under his touch as you fully surrendered yourself to him.

It wasn't right, but Gods did it feel right.

You shot up from the bed, beads of sweat falling down your delicate skin. Arthur was sleeping peacefully beside you and you quickly snapped your head up towards the window to find it closed.

You slipped out of the bed and grabbed a robe before leaving the house, off to see Marc in the cabin.

You didn't even knock.

"Marc?"

His door was wide open and he looked like he was just about to leave. He locked eyes with you "What're you doing here?"

You played with your fingers as you looked down "I-I know some of the townsfolk won't tell me anything about my uh... problems... but I've just been wanting some answers from someone who knows the outside world."

"What do you mean?"

"This morning." you immediately replied "You made me feel something. I don't understand what it was..."

Marc stood silent as he scanned your face. You looked clueless.

"Come in."

The cabin was dark, but moonlight peeked from the curtains. You sat on his bed and you kept eye contact with him, waiting for him to make a move. You weren't sure what but anything would satisfy you just to break the silence.

"How exactly did I make you feel?" Marc slowly approached you on the bed "Tell me.”

You hesitated. You struggled to get the word out, until finally “A-Aroused." It made you feel dirty, unclean, unworthy of your godly husband "I must go, this was a terrible idea-"

Just as you stood up, Marc grabbed your wrist, but he was gentle "Sit back down."

All you could do was stare up at him as you sat back down at his command.

A mischievous smirk curls on Marc's lips as he hears your admission. He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, his gaze was intense and filled with desire.

"Aroused, huh? Well, well, looks like you aren't as pure as I thought." he says "Tell me, what specifically got you all hot and bothered?" his fingers toy with the tie around your robe, teasingly brushing against the exposed silk of your nightgown.

"I want to know every little detail that got you all worked up. Don't hold back now. I want to help you." truth be told, he already knew.

His other hand cupped your cheek, making your breath hitch as you melted into his warm touch.

"Help me..." you mindlessly repeated. Marc leans in, claiming your lips in a deep hungry kiss.

"Tell me, what do you need from me?" he whispered against your lips.

"I need you..."

Marc hikes up your nightgown, holding your thighs as he knelt. He dips his head towards your core while spreading your legs apart. He could smell your essence from the wet patch of your cotton panties

He trails teasing kisses along your inner thighs, his lips tantalizingly close to where you need him most.

His hands slide up your body, gripping your hips possessively as he positions himself to give you the pleasure you crave. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue makes contact with your throbbing clit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped the sheets when you felt the sudden pleasure on your sensitive bud “W-Wait…” but you didn't want him to stop.

Marc's mouth works expertly, his lips and tongue exploring every sensitive inch, flicking and teasing with precision. His voice is a seductive melody as he speaks against your skin.

"You taste so good..." he murmurs, looking up at you.

As the pressure builds, Marc's pace quickens, his mouth working fast, driven by the desire to bring you to the edge. He listens to your moans, your gasps, your pleas, adjusting his movements to match your rhythm and intensity.

And as your stomach twisted, Marc's doesn't let up. His tongue flicks over your sensitive clit and went back to dip in between your folds, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.

“Marc…” you whined out a string of incomprehensible words. Marc then lets you wrap your legs around his head, letting him go deeper.

Marc continues to lap at your sensitive flesh, prolonging your release, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. He revels in the way your body shuddered, your moans of ecstasy echoing through the room.

“O-Oh, I… Marc…” your toes curled and you let out a loud moan as you reached your orgasm.

Marc slowly withdraws, his lips leaving a trail of lingering kisses along your inner thighs. He rises to his feet, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“T-This is a sin…”

“It’s normal. Everyone does it.” he licks his lips clean of you before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your lips “You’ve never done this before, huh?”

“No…” you shook your head.

“Not even with your husband?” he raises an eyebrow.

“He said it wasn't necessary.”

“That’s a lie, you know? You’ve never experienced pleasure— sex.” Marc’s other hand slides down to hold your breast “I can show you how it feels.”

“But my husband-”

“He won’t know a thing.”

He had you wrapped around his finger. You slowly nodded as you lay down on the bed, his hand guiding you.

His hands find their way to your hips, his touch possessive yet gentle as he got on top of you.

"I’ll go slow." he whispers, his voice gentle and assuring, making your body relax.

Marc pulls down his sweatpants, taking out his already-hardened cock. He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

And then, with a slow thrust, he enters you, filling you. A moan escapes his lips as he relishes the sensation of being inside you. You let out a gasp as his cock overwhelmed you.

"Fuck, you feel so good…” he groans, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "You're so tight, so perfect.”

He started with slow, painfully slow thrusts. Marc let you adjust to his girth and kissed you to ease the new sensation “That’s it… good girl…”

As the pace quickens, Marc's grip tightens on your hips. With each thrust, his cock massaged your walls, and he guides you towards ecstasy.

Marc’s thrusts become more relentless as you let him go faster. His breath was hot against your skin while he drove you both toward a mind-shattering climax. He talks you through it while hitting your g-spot “That’s a good girl…”

And when the release finally crashes over you, Marc continues to move to stuff his cum inside of you, prolonging your pleasure and drawing out every last sensation. He revels in the way your body quivers beneath him, your moans filling the air.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Marc eases his movements, his touch becoming more gentle and tender. He presses soft kisses against your lips “You can keep a secret, right?”

“Yes…” you nodded, a bit hazy from the pleasure “I’ll keep a secret…”

“Good girl.” Marc praised you as he wiped off the sweat from your forehead “Now, do you know where the Scarab is?”

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight system #moon knight smut #x fem!reader #marc spector smut #minispidey kinktober

[trippin-over-my-fandoms]

It’s my own personal belief/theory that the village does not celebrate Christmas or the typical American holidays and instead have their own built around the lords and Mother Miranda so here’s

Reader introducing the Lords to Christmas

* all are treated as romantic

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is the only one of the lords (canonically, as far as we know) that isn’t from the village and is most likely from America or somewhere else in Europe so she certainly knows about Christmas it’s not anything new to her. She’s probably even done a Christmas Jazz album from her singing days. But it’s been years since she celebrated it.

So when you bring up the idea of celebrating Christmas with your love, she is surprisingly into the idea. Granted it will be no different from the typical winter festival in the village and castle but what’s a few decorated firs and extra ribbon gonna hurt.

Alcina is a horrifically wonderful gift giver. She pays close attention to you whether you know it or not and always knows the perfect gift for any occasion. She gives big and sentimentally in ways that you yourself didn’t even know you liked something. Plus it’s expensive.

When you teach her daughters about Christmas they are all into the idea. Krampus and Dirty Santa/White Elephant being their favorite Christmas traditions. Plus hot cocoa. They’d kill for it. Just… don’t get your mug mixed with theirs… they add blood as an extra ingredient.

Alcina’s favorite thing is playing Christmas songs remembers on the piano for you with you humming or singing along. She’s still very much musical and loves sharing her hobby with you. A little holiday twist makes it even more special.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is a little apprehensive when you first mention Christmas to her. She doesn’t understand it entirely but she’s willing to learn. And once she figures it out? She becomes a huge Christmas freak.

She loves to create things and is very crafty besides doll work so Donna has her house decked to the nines in pretty garland, lights, cranberry and popcorn strings, paper chains, her dolls even have festive dresses. Angie is a huge fan of the glitter. She loves whenever she can get her hands on it and will sprinkle it throughout the house.

So I hope you like glitter.

Donna is eager for you to teach her everything about Christmas. She thinks it’s such a beautiful holiday and loves all the decorations. Doing up a tree is her favorite part. Especially to do with you. Handmade and special ornaments with your names on them.

Her second activity is baking different dishes with you. Sweet, savory, her favorite recipes, your favorites- everything! Christmas is her new favorite holiday.

Salvatore Moreau

Once again, Sal is a Christmas newbie. He’s apprehensive similar to Donna but rather because he’s so loyal to the village’s holidays that he was raised on rather than it being so unknown.

But! You’ve celebrated all his favorite things with him in the past so he decides to give this Christmas thing a shot.

He may not be into the decorations or the cooking but he loves all the fun songs that you teach to him. The silly ones about this Santa Claus man and the reindeer, especially the red nosed one.

His ultimate favorite is the porcelain light up Christmas village.

Sal starts to collect (and even try his hand at making his own) porcelain houses and people. He’ll ask for your thoughts on it and different ideas on what to do with it.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl does not give you a chance to tell him about Christmas. He asks you before you can bring it up. He’s so desperate to know about things outside of the village, he’s just barely picked up radio stations, read books, and seen a few movies before mentioning Christmas. Not to mention a few of the other big holidays as well. So Karl asks you about them all.

Christmas rolls around and he’s more or less all in. He’s not as ooohed and awed by the decorations or cooking (but he’s happy to step back and let you so that if you want and he’d certainly participate if you asked him to, he’d do anything for you).

However- he is wildly into light displays.

Especially if he can make them himself.

Yeah he’s big into lights on your home (or the factory), full Christmas Vacation Clark Griswold esc, so many lights your power supply is going to be straining…

But he likes the 2D (sometimes 3D) light displays that he can make himself and attach lights to make cool pictures and animations. With you as his creative muse of course. He doesn’t know as much about Christmas so he’s relying on you and your expertise to direct him. And it’s another way to spend time with you while he works.

Mother Miranda

While Mother Miranda is from the village, she’s existed long before the lords and was part of the time when the village still celebrated national holidays. She’s only somewhat familiar with modern traditions due to seeking out further technology and help in her experiments so she’s spent time outside the village.

She’s not exactly thrilled when you bring it up. She cares for you dearly but Christmas? It’s been so long, she barely partakes in the new celebrations the villagers made up for her and her lords, Christmas was Eva’s favorite….

You have your ways and convince her regardless, just at least to take a small break from working so tirelessly. Compromise is a huge thing in a relationship with Miranda, often meeting in the middle between something and nothing at all.

Miranda no longer cares for holiday specific tradition or decorations or food or games- a silently left (simple yet surprisingly heartfelt) gift being left behind on a table for you one morning is more her speed.

Her secret favorite Christmas activity is sharing stories with you that she grew up on- Christmas folk tales that floated around the village every year over a century ago. A history that she’s likely the last to remember. It’s very special to her to get to share it with you.

#resident evil #re8 #x reader #alcina dimitrecu #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #mother Miranda #Alcina dimitrescu x reader #karl Heisenberg x reader #Donna beneviento x reader #Salvatore Moreau x reader #Christmas #re8 imagine #Christmas imagine #headcanon

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hewwo! Can I request the four lords with a hyper-feminine reader(fem or gn please)? Loves pink, baking, always is in miniskirts or dresses, shit ton of makeup on a daily basis(not insecure or anything, just likes the look :3)

Please don’t feel pressured to write this right away!!!! Take a break if you need it

Ps I love your writing hehehe

Thank you!! Hope you like it!💖

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The Four Lords with a Hyper Feminine Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

-As one who detests all things masculine, she wouldn’t care at all about your love for pink or dresses. In fact, Alcina loves and encourages the behavior because she finds it endearing.

-She’s also into such things, but just a tad different and just a tad bit less than you. While you are for dresses, makeup, pink, and baking, Alcina is a bit the same. However, she prefers white and black. And wine-making more than baking.

-The two of you gossip about what dresses look good with what makeup and such. Cue the two of you trying stuff on for the other.

-Her daughters now have another feminine figure to look up on. You might not have as strong of lady power as Alcina (the power guys), but it’s someone they can take pointers from regardless. You might even teach them to bake.

-Speaking of baking, you and she would have the absolutely best meals and such because of her wine and your food. In fact, you try to incorporate some of her likes into your baking (we all know she has a taste for blood).

-Alcina would always have you in mind when she buys things. She will spoil you silly and call you her little doll. She finds you absolutely precious and as stated before, finds your hyper feminism endearing. Perhaps some of your likes will rub off on her.

Donna Beneviento

-Donna wouldn’t find it weird but she would be horrified. Being into black and a gothic style like she is, Donna would struggle with what’s to like about all things pink and other bright colors like that.

-Dresses and skirts she can get behind. After all, she loves to design. Perhaps she would practice with the colors and designs that you like and have you be the model.

-The best part is when you try to remove Donna’s veil and beg her to let you do her makeup. It’s hard for her to reveal her face to anyone, so she is a flustered mess the whole time.

-One thing that the two of you really have in is baking. Her tea plus your treats combine for an amazing experience. Donna might even try baking given she has a bunch of free time on her hands.

-Angie is loving what you got going on. She’s the complete opposite of Donna in that aspect. So, while the lady of the house might be out of the loop, you can always enjoy your hobbies with the doll.

-Consider it a huge win if you are ever able to get Donna out of her black dress and wear something else. After all, while she is a lady in all aspects, perhaps you could get in touch with her secret feminine side.

Salvatore Moreau

-Moreau would absolutely adore this. I think he’s the type to think of things like all women all super feminine like you are. However, with his experience with the other lords, he should know better.

-That said, Moreau does best to accommodate your hobbies. The things he went through so that you could bake at the reservoir and also have a decent room for your clothes and makeup was adorable.

-He’s also the type to let you do anything to him. Heck, some of the other lords have seen him wearing all pink at one of their meetings. Moreau didn’t mind, but Miranda was doing her best to say nothing.

-He tries his best to also get into your hobbies. However, he’s not the best at them. You have tried to show him baking once or twice but it didn’t end well. But he once made a treat perfect, and he was oh so happy.

-Even though you don’t wear makeup or dresses because you’re insecure (you just enjoy it), Moreau still takes the time to tell you you’re beautiful whenever possible. In fact, you’re his dream because you remind him of what he sees in the movies.

-While the location of his isn’t exactly a feminine paradise, you make it work because you appreciate all the love and understanding he gives to your character. You’re the first lady to ever treat him like a man.

Karl Heisenberg

-Heisenberg both loves and hates this about you. He loves it because he’s always pictured himself as a macho alpha man that has a sweet very feminine lady by his side, so that’s a plus. But he hates how much makeup and pink you bring into his life.

-There were times in the beginning that he’s compared you to Alcina. All the dresses and high class when it came to appearance were something he just didn’t understand.

-However, he’s been very open-minded since then. In fact, there was a time when he tried to put makeup on for you (you looked like a clown afterwards because this man does not understand colors, but don’t bust his pride by saying that).

-The one thing he adores is your love for things like baking. This man can’t really cook or do anything with food to save his life, so having you there to help take care of himself is a big win.

-In fact, he soon grows to adore these little feminine quirks and hobbies of yours. Heisenberg has a room dedicated to just you in his factory where you can splash your pink every which way. So long as it stays there, he’s all good with it.

-Just understand while he acts all bitter about it on the outside, he secretly loves it on the inside. Something about these hyper feminine traits of yours makes him feel all complete. You’re very feminine and he’s all masculine. A perfect set in his mind.

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[muffinsin]

Hey Muffin! Ive had an idea for a while. Some CassxDonna goodness request ig, i dont fucking know how to request shit

I also have like this vison in my head of Donna working on a doll or some other commission. Like super stressed out cuz its not going just how she wants it*Perfectionist Donna ofc* And rambunctious Angie is being chased by Cassie, tryin to have her steer clear of Donna when she is working you know? But somehow Angie gets in and ofc breaks something *that Donna had just finished* Angie just giggles and runs out will Cass is like 0_0. Leaving Cass with a very very angry and rather pent up Donna who has been working countless hours, no sleep, and ofc that means no hot sex with her lover. SO how would Donna react to this? Lets say Cass has on one of the dresses donna hand made for her, maybe one of Donna's favorites.

I'd love to see ur HC's on this

-Flyin Rizz

This is interesting!👀 and would you look at that! Some Cassandra x Donna content! XD (No smut in this but some suggestive phrases here and there)

Let’s get into it!🙌

Masterlists

It’s not uncommon for Donna to get very invested in her work. She crafts things on a daily basis, whether this is dolls, clothing, accessories, or toys

Everyone at the beneviento manor knows of her tendency to get really into her work, abandoning her regular sleeping schedule, most mealtimes and just about anything outside of her work until her piece of finished

In this case, a doll. A beautiful one, dressed in a light blue summer dress, according to the blueprints and sketches the dollmaker has messily drawn

Agatha, if Cassandra remembers correctly, a future play-partner for keeping Angie entertained

She, like all the dolls residing at Donna’s manor, is very much aware of how meticulous Donna works

And how badly she wants this doll in particular to be perfect

She brings her food and tea occasionally when she worries her lover gets too into her work, her posture straightening when Donna, even in her focused state, scolds her for the blood coating her and daring to slip down and mess the beautiful dress she is put in

While wearing her signature black dress at the castle and on hunts, her attire is quite different when visiting her girlfriend at her manor

The dress is to be discarded and replaced nearly immediately whenever she visits, instead replaced with one of the many Donna likes to craft for her

Whether light pink, lilac, yellow, red or white, they all share an older, more elegant aesthetic, so that Cassandra often feels as if dressed similarly, if not nearly the same way as most of the dolls sitting tight and proper for Donna

Not that this is entirely inaccurate in her case, in most scenarios

While Cassandra has learned not to disturb her girlfriend in such times, lest she wants to face dire consequences, Angie’s mindset is a little different

Fuelled by her excitement and anticipation of getting a new friend to play with, and her boredom stemming from Donna’s lack of attention during the many hours of the day she sits locked in the workshop, she likes to stir trouble

Trouble, which often consists of multiple things

1), to steal one of Cassandra’s weapons and force her to chase her about. Once or twice she has fallen for it and followed the mischievous doll outside, only to receive proper punishment after getting her dress muddy in the process

2), making a mess of the house and playing god while she watches other dolls clean it up again. She especially enjoys putting some of the blame on the Dimitrescu and watching her clean her mess off the counters, a sour grimace on her face

And lastly, a good old chase around the house, which usually, sadly, comes with many broken decorative plates, vases, flowerpots, paintings off the walls, and carpets curling in on themselves

Normally, Donna is capable of handling this. And normally, Cassandra couldn’t care less

However, with her girlfriend on edge after more than a week of intense working and perfecting her craft, restlessness and no true stress reliever, she knows it’s best not to test her

Naturally, Angie thinks differently

And as such Cassandra finds herself chasing after the little doll, frantically trying to keep the vases from tipping over and the paintings from falling from the walls

She chases her through the kitchen and dodges the many, tiny handfuls of flour thrown her way, yet when she reaches out to grab Angie, the doll only blows some of the flour in her face

And as such their chase continues

Down the halls, through the office where Cassandra throws herself against a wobbling shelf to keep it from falling

She knows, she would pay bitterly if Donna had to reorganise and put all the books and files back in

Yet, golden eyes widen when Angie nears the workshop. With a mischievous smile nonetheless

She slips through the small gap at the office, and Cassandra has no choice but to follow, swarming fast through the small tunnel and manifesting again at the other side. She barely still catches Angie’s veil as she rounds the corner

More and more, she catches up with each second

Then, she freezes when both of them stop dead in their tracks in front of the large, wooden doors leading into the workshop

“Angie!”, she hisses quietly, her hands fisting at the embarrassingly sweet dress she is put in

She doesn’t quite notice the state it’s in after her swarming through the dirty gap at the office, yet is soon about to find out about it

With wide, horrified eyes, she watches the door open just a crack for Angie to slip inside

Naturally, she follows

Her posture automatically straightens when she sees Donna across the room, her back turned to her and her fingers working meticulously on what seems to be the sketch of a dress

Cassandra gulps and hurries to the other side of the room when she sees Angie stand next to one of the dolls sitting on the shelf

It hasn’t get been brought to life, yet Cassandra knows it took her lover days to craft and paint it

As expected, it’s given a small push, and the brunette throws herself forwards to catch it. She sighs, her eyes closing for a mere moment when she manages to grasp the precious doll just before it hit the floor

Then, she flinches at the sound of broken porcelain. The torso, one of the few parts of the doll Donna has- after days- finished

Before she can act or even consider her next moves, the mischievous doll slips away behind the other dolls and Cassandra feels strong, thick vines shoot out from the plant pots next to her and tangle around her wrists, seemingly automatically

She hisses when her lower face is grabbed, then gasps upon realising her girlfriend stands in front of her, her free hand twitching in anger, her dark eye set on Cassandra

“I didn’t do it! It was A-AgnmMm!”

She can only whine and whimper pitifully when a slip of paper, the one containing scribblings of the dress, is crumpled and shoved in her mouth to gag her

Wide, dark golden eyes look up at a dark, nearly black one, as though begging for forgiveness. As though to protest: she didn’t do it!

Yet, there is one found. Donna is painfully riled up, and this seems to have simply pushed her over the edge

Cassandra’s shriek is muffled as dark, auburn hair is grabbed and used to yank her head to face Donna. She watches when the broken torso is raised to her face and whines in discomfort when its sharp edge is dragged alongside her cheek

For a moment, the dollmaker doesn’t talk. Her dark eye bores into Cassandra, her face sporting an angry frown

She whimpers when blood begins to drip from the cut and runs down her pale cheek. Before it can drip to the dirtied collar of her dress, however, it is caught with a fingertip

“Have you got any idea how long it took to craft this, doll?”

Her head spins at the low, raspy voice of her lover

All she can do is shake her head. With Angie gone and having left her in this compromising position, and the paper in her mouth keeping her shut up efficiently, she can only listen and whimper occasionally

Donna’s jaw clenches, and Cassandra jumps in surprise when the porcelain is dropped again

The vines around her wrists ease their hold, yet the one on her hair only tightens. She groans lowly when a skilled, pale hand wraps around her throat and strong, careful fingers dig into her neck

Perhaps, she shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. Yet, she can’t help it

She can’t help but melt into the touch, to push herself against the hand around her throat and to look through thick eyelashes to meet Donna’s dark eye with her golden ones

Then, she shrieks when the fingers suddenly yank her hair, tugging and yanking as though it was a leash making her follow like an obedient mutt

Naturally, Cassandra immediately attempts to protest and talk about the small doll when she is tugged along, across to the workbench and pushed hard against it

Of course, Donna has nothing of it

“You’re a brat today, doll... If you will not admit to your guilt, you will not talk at all”, she hisses

Her hair is released, and her eyes still follow every move of her lover’s skilled hands. Petite as they may look, she knows of the strength they possess, and the power they wield

Cassandra’s eyes widen in realisation when she finds her lover taking in her appearance

Her dress, so lovingly created, filthy of blood from her hunt and the dirt from the gap. Her face, partly covered in a fine layer of flour and blood, only adds to her messy state

She gulps when Donna’s hands grasp her collar tightly as it is cleaned. She is manoeuvred rather roughly, until some of the dirt is brushed off again at least

Her wrists are grabbed next, tightly and in a nearly bruising grip. Cassandra, was it not for the paper in her mouth, would grin widely at this

Ah, she loves the beautiful marks her lover leaves on her on a regular basis

“You’re filthy, doll”, Donna hisses, her low voice pulling Cassandra from her thoughts. “Must you always make a damn mess!”, she adds through gritted teeth

The Dimitrescu resists the urge to moan when her arms are tied by ribbons and yanked upwards

She is not treated sweetly or gently, and her body betrays her excitement regarding this

She knows, Donna too notices her rock hard nipples and quivering thighs

And she knows, having spent so much time among the plants at the manor, that her girlfriend is very well aware of the naughty thoughts and feelings she causes her to experience

Alas, it seems the dollmaker doesn’t yet grant her any of this special, painful kind of pleasure. Cassandra could whine in irritation at this

She watches her girlfriend move the tied hands to the hooks meant to hold and lift dolls, then gulps when a hand is held in front of her stretched mouth

Her arms are tied securely and held above her head, and with her legs spread slightly to allow her to sit comfortably with Donna’s body between her knees, she has almost difficulty adjusting to feeling this exposed

Not that it’s new, really

The underside of her chin is tapped impatiently, before Donna holds out her palm again

“Out with it. But I better not hear a thing from you, doll. You’ll start earning your right to talk back by helping me.”, she clarifies

Submitting to the obvious command, Cassandra’s lips spread apart wider and she allows the wet, crumpled paper to fall back out of her mouth

She stays silent, as commanded. She truly tries to

For a mere moment, that is, until she spots the mischievous doll that seems to take immense pleasure from getting her in trouble

“There! It’s he-MGM! Mhmm!”, Cassandra’s eyes are wide when a hand is clasped over her mouth, golden orbs flickering to Angie’s mocking face on the shelf behind Donna

Another hand shoots to her throat, and all she can do is whimper breathlessly when warm breath hits her skin and soft lips move across her jawline

“Did I not say, not. a. word?”, she hisses, each word delivered with a squeeze of Cassandra’s throat

The woman moans shamelessly at this, her eyes pressing shut and her thighs pushing together

With a proper squeeze of her neck, she whines. She feels lightheaded for a mere moment

Then, she whimpers when her lover leans in, her lips and teeth ghosting over her neck, all the way up to her ear

“What was that, doll? Must I put you in your place again?”

She shakes her head quickly, as though overly aware of the beautiful, carefully placed mark of the beneviento symbol carved into her back

The mere feel and thought of it has her attempt to subtly rub her thighs together

She wonders; if only she acts out enough, will Donna renew it for her?

“That’s what I thought, principessa”, the older woman husks out, and again she feels as though her head is spinning from her words

She shivers when the dress is peeled off her, Donna’s hands careful and precise in their movements

“If you’re so keen on sabotaging my work and setting me back-“, Cassandra attempts to protest at this, blame the doll, but at another squeeze of her throat, all her words die on her tongue and only a throaty groan slips out

Donna’s expression turns almost sour at her repeated misbehavior, before she closes her eye for a moment

Upon opening it again, she smiles

“You will be of good use to me, doll”, she whispers

Cassandra tries her best to stay quiet as the woman moves from her, golden eyes following her strong, veiny hands and slender fingers as they shimmer over her workspace

Scattered on the table are scissors, ribbons, wood and porcelain dolls, knives and sewing needles, and much more Cassandra can’t quite catch a glimpse of

She tenses when she hears a breathy chuckle from Donna. The woman’s back is turned to her as she organises her desk, yet Cassandra hears the smile in her voice as she talks lowly

“Seeing as you are so keen on setting me back, you will make up for the lost progress”

For a moment, she doesn’t understand

How can she make up for it? Cassandra doesn’t know how to sew, or craft dolls. Nor is she about to learn it

When Donna holds up her sketches however, realisation dawns on her

She practically sees the gears moving in her girlfriend’s head, her mind coming up with a punishment fit for “her” crime

She knows, her girlfriend is already calculating the amount of fabric and time she will need to craft the light blue dress in Cassandra’s size, rather than the doll Agatha’s

Yet, when her lips part to protest and blame Angie yet again, she feels a hand slap over her mouth again

She jumps at this, not ever used to her girlfriend simply turning and moving in the span of seconds

Donna hums as she regards the tied and bratty woman in front of her

“Whatever will I do to you?”, she hums, a smirk curling on her lips that makes the brunette Dimitrescu’s thighs push together and has goosebumps overtake her pale skin

“Hey! Fly face! Here!”

Cassandra groans, a bright pink blush on her face as she pours some more tea into the doll’s cup

Really, she wouldn’t do such a thing, participate in such a tea party with the doll, if it wasn’t for the tight collar hugging throat and Donna’s watchful eye on her

Both serve as a reminder to do well, she knows

The dress she’s put in is tight, yet elegant and fits her well

She’s careful not to dirty it with every move, and can’t help but bite her lip to hide a grin whenever she is praised for just that

Longingly, she stares at the doll, Agatha, laying unfinished on her girlfriend’s table

How much longer will she need to endure such humiliation of being Angie’s “doll” friend? Dressed up sweetly and made to serve tea and biscuits to the doll and Donna herself, all for something she didn’t commit in the first place!

Yet, the doll, Agatha, is hardly finished. Not even nearly done, even

It seems, Donna is taking her sweet time finishing her

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x donna beneviento #donna beneviento #flyin anon #I’m sorry this one sucks- #I’ll blame it on sleep deprivation I think #omg imma sleep

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 21: In Which Strings Are Tightly Twisted

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

The weekend was almost over which meant the long visits between the two of you was coming to an end, which Alcina disliked greatly. But the last two nights had been wonderful, as always.

For the first time in a long time her mind was noticeably mellow. 

She was stretched out on her cream colored chez lounge enjoying the quiet, puffing slowly on her cabriole as she watched the ornate ceiling above do absolutely nothing.

Alcina was becoming more and more grateful for you as time continued on. The circumstances of reality slipped through her fingers when she was with you; she was feeling awake, strong and tall in the present, alive and free. You were freeing her mind, her heart, her long dormant passions and drawing her back into what she thought she could almost remember life feeling like.

She smiled.

A soft knock at her bedroom door rattled her thoughts loose and she sat up.

"Yes?"

The door was opened slowly and Daniela's innocent grin greeted her.

"Mamă, mătușa Donna este aici." (Mother, Auntie Donna is here.)

Odd. It was easily 10 or 11 in the morning by now. What a perplexing hour for her to visit.

Alcina nodded, "arată-i dragostea de studiu, spune-i că voi fi acolo pentru moment." (show her to the study love, tell her I'll be there momentarily.)

She sighed heavily as she rose, donned her white robe, ruffled her hair and made her way through the manor to the other side where Donna was waiting patiently by one of the many bookcases.

"Donna, my apologies for the delay. What brings you at this hour?" Alcina asked with a soft smile, closing the big red oak door behind her.

Donna was dressed in a usual tight fitting, plain black dress. Hair done up in a loose but beautiful bun, her dark brown locks curled and pinned on her head with precision. She was nothing if not meticulous.

"I came to tell you I found the culprits responsible for disturbing the priests, as you had asked me to look into."

"Ah, and who was it?"

The rolling of her eyes was an answer all its own and they began to chuckle.

"Angie, and a few of the younger lycans. Apparently they've been terrorizing several people recently. I, of course, have spoken with her."

Alcina folded her arms and shook her head with a smile, "it is still wondrous to me the two of you are related at all."

"The irony is not lost on you or I," Donna laughed.

The lightness died out. Alcina knew from the moment she walked in that there was something else; this news required only a phone call, there was something much more pressing for her to come all the way to the manor. Donna couldn't hide a thing from her, that was her only downfall.

"You didn't come here to tell me just that, did you," she said, watching Donna's eyes harden at the rhetorical question.

Her sigh was telling enough.

"I'm afraid not," Donna began to twiddle her thumbs slowly as she walked towards Alcina, only looking down once before she was much closer, "the news from Karl reached me only this morning. There has been some odd activity in some areas outside of New York. Mitch, along with a few of his men who still travel quite frequently, have reported what they believe to be rogue vampires."

Alcina's eyes narrowed, "rogue vampires? In what sense?"

Another sigh, this time, sharp.

"That's the troubling part. They don't know, they had no other way to describe them. Mitch explained when he and his party stumbled upon them they fled immediately. They found 4 dead hikers where they were gathered. When his men attempted to follow them they were at a complete loss; they left no scent trail to find. They all had... white eyes."

Her mind began to turn at the news. White eyes? And no scent? Everyone has a scent.

"Did he say how many? Where was this?"

"Half a dozen, possibly more. Connecticut, outside of New Haven."

"That's..."

Mother Miranda's territory.

The two looked at each other without a word, unreadable expressions exchanged.

If Mother Miranda brought in or made new fledglings, Alcina was the first to hear about it. Always. And she'd heard nothing thus far from her. While new vampires not of her making were not uncommon, like any other clan, they were to report all new bloods to Mother Miranda and now Alcina herself, that's how it had been done for centuries.

"I have told Karl to tell his men to not interact, pursue, or intervene. I came also to ask if I may take a team and investigate myself."

"No," Alcina replied abruptly, "I don't want you out there, and there are very few vampires I trust down here as it is. If I send anyone, it will be Mateo and Gerard and I will join them... but as it is..." she stalled as she wondered how drastic of action this truly warranted; were these really rogue vampires? Had news just been delayed from an outer clan?

"I don't want anyone doing anything yet, not until I know more. I will make some calls to the clan leaders. Please relay to Heisenberg and his men to keep their eyes open and report anything else they might come across, but I agree; I don't want anyone searching these vampires out intentionally. Unless a problem is directly presenting itself, I'd rather not cause a fuss and put out a fire that didn't need starting. However, their actions will be addressed the minute I find out who they belong to."

Alcina was normally the first to jump at the chance to fight, protect and defend the city; she was one of the greatest warriors the vampires had ever seen and never batted an eye at a battle. While Donna knew the underlying reason for her hesitancy, she worried deep down that it may be misplacing her attention and focus. If a problem was brewing, which in her core she felt may very well be the case, the root of the weed might be too deep by the time it spread to their door.

Donna nodded gracefully, accepting the Matriarchs decision, "as you wish."

Oh, Alcina knew that tone anywhere.

Her eyes darted back and up to Donna's, "I mean it, I don't want you putting yourself in danger. Please, obey this without making it difficult."

Choosing the right words and tone for this required the biting of her tongue for a moment.

"Alcina, I need you to hear me without losing your temper," Donna began gently as she stepped in closer, placing her hands lovingly on the side of Alcina's arms, "I will adhere to your command. As my leader and my friend, I will respect your decision. But I humbly request you think on this carefully... I know you are in a place where making decisions to run off to a possible altercation is undesirable, but we depend on your guidance and wisdom. Please..." her voice sank very low, "love and care for your human, but don't forget you are our Matriarch."

That burned.

Instead of reacting with rage as she might normally, Alcina considered Donna and her words deeply.

It was all true.

"I have not forgotten," she began softly yet with a sternness, "you must understand the truth to your statement is more bitter and apparent everyday that passes, it does not go blind in my eyes. You should also know that my initiative to fight for all of our protection is more prevalent than ever before," Alcina lifted her chin slightly, "if there is any altercations to be had, I will be at the forefront as I always have been and there will be no prisoners taken."

Donna smiled. Alcina had always been fueled and driven by a blazing fire, and now the flame that was once brilliantly orange and gold, was now blue and white; it burned hotter, longer and fiercer. Perhaps this human lover of hers was more good than bad after all.

She pulled Alcina into an embrace and held her tight, "I could never question the fight within you, my friend. You were born a fighter and will die kicking and screaming until your last breath if it is to your liking, that I have no doubt."

The two of them chuckled, parting slowly and regarding the other with warm grins.

"Please inform me of anymore news, but keep this as quiet as possible. And while I don't necessarily wish to get Angie involved, she is awfully cunning, sneaky, and observant. Her services may be required down the road."

"I will formulate some plans. In the meantime... give my regards to your human, she seems to have tamed a beast I thought to be forever feral."

Had Donna not moved as quickly as she had, Alcina would have landed the swatting to her arm. She left giggling through the door and down the hallway leaving Alcina to send the glare after her, the smirk on her lips nullifying any terror behind it.

Shaking her head with a tumbling laugh, Alcina sat at her desk and mulled over the news once more.

Was she being under-cautious? Did this need military attention? Should she lead a team with Mitch and travel to said location and see for herself immediately?

She shuddered as Mother Miranda came wafting through her thoughts like a suffocating fog. Miranda's main stronghold was in Connecticut, near where these supposed rogue vampires had been seen. White eyes, no scent, repeated in her mind. They must have been mistaken. They must have.

Unless...

Mother Miranda had spoken about dreams and plans of a pristine, unmatched vampire army at great lengths to her when she was first turned. But that was when the internal wars between vampire clans and the external wars with lycans were still alive and thriving; the need and drive for such a thing had been abandoned many years ago, hadn't it? Once the treaties had been solidified Miranda never mentioned it again. Alcina couldn't imagine her work would have continued.

Alcina shook her head. It couldn't be.

Leaning back in her chair she closed her eyes and huffed.

This isn't news she wanted to receive tonight.

~

Yes.

Yes, you were once again listening to Alcina's cassettes on repeat all day today.

It was Sunday and you'd made a commitment to yourself to sleep at least a few hours after she left you in the early morning. It wasn't as difficult as you were expecting and you had to admit you did feel a little better getting some shut-eye. But, the moment you woke you grabbed your old as hell portable cassette player you had since you were a kid and hit play.

What better way to enjoy a lazy Sunday than listening to the lilting melodies of a voice that caressed your mind and soul like a soft velvet glove. You wished there was a way to get these digitalized so you could listen on your phone while you were at work.

There wasn't much for you to do today but you tidied your apartment. Some odd tapping sounds kept catching your attention in the later afternoon. Where it was coming from was annoying you beyond belief. You searched and looked and investigated but was never really able to put your finger on what the cause was. You gave up after it all seemed to stop and grabbed a book, plopped on your bean bag chair and read away the rest of the sunny day.

You were in the kitchen when Alcina appeared. She stood leaning against the door jam with her palm outstretched and a puzzled, inquisitive look on her face.

"Is there a reason a pen, a silver hair clip, $1.82 cents worth of coin, a shiny piece of blue glass and a silver ring much too big for your delicate little fingers were on the ground outside your balcony door?"

Placing the last cup you'd washed on the drying rack your grin tilted into the same perplexed visage.

"Uhm, I have no idea," you said as you walked over to her, gazing at the items in her palm. 

You held out your own hand and Alcina carefully rolled them into your grasp.

Weird.

Really weird.

Looking back up at her with a shrug, you smiled, "I honestly have no clue where they came from, none of these things are mine."

"Hmm, well perhaps you've got little fairies or gnomes leaving you gifts?"

"Yeah I certainly hope not, I don't know how to make peace treaties with those folks."

Alcina laughed and pulled you into her, kissing you deeply as she held you there for her to admire, "if I catch you with another mythical creature I will be terribly heartbroken, draga mea."

"Psh, yeah right. You're the only one for me babe," you sighed nuzzling into her with a warm smile.

She grinned brightly and pulled you deeper into her embrace.

"Come, our hours together tonight are short, I don't want to waste a moment.

~

Latching the antique rotary phone down for the ninth time tonight, Alcina propped her forehead against her balled fists as she sat fully discouraged at her desk.

The study was unsettlingly quiet. 

The girls were out who knows where doing who knew what, the other vampires and lycans of the underground were going about their own nightly business, you were hopefully fast asleep, and she was no closer to having any answers about these "rogue vampires" Donna had told her about this morning.

She was, of course, as vague as possible when she spoke with each clan leader over the phone; simply calling in to check if any new fledglings needed to be added to the books. Nothing out of the ordinary for the Matriarch to call about.

Nine resounding no's.

It was still possible these vampires had moved in from another state, or even another country, and had not reached or gone through the appropriate check points done for all vampires when entering new territory. But, if that was the case, then perhaps action did need taking before their bullshit got out of hand.

Regardless of who they belonged to or where they were from, she was in command and responsible for what fuckery took place in this area when it came to vampires and lycans alike. And yet, no one had heard one damn thing about their appearances, killings, or activity across the board from what she could tell.

No human city officials had come to make her aware of their presence, no vampire leaders, no lycans, no one outside of Donna had told her about anything.

For fuck sake.

Alcina sat back with a huff and she tongued her teeth and mulled this over again and again.

Yes, something had to be done.

She didn't want to risk Mother Miranda finding out about these rogue idiots anymore than she wanted her finding out she knew about that and didn't do anything about it from the beginning.

Was it time to mobilize?

This would mean several nights away from the city. Meaning she wouldn't see you for as long as it took to track down and understand the whole of the situation. Which, in hindsight wouldn't be too unbearable if you were aware of her absence from the start, but that also meant leaving her post here; risking the chance these rogue vampires have already moved into the city, leaving it all the more vulnerable and weaker without her being here. Her military forces were capable, yes surely, but the fact of the matter is the city is her responsibility and she should be the one at the front lines regardless of what is happening anywhere. But where was the current front line?

"Christ al-fucking-mighty!" she exclaimed as her thoughts engaged a 'what if' match inside her echoing skull.

Frustration slapped her back with a sting and she lit a cigarette, puffing the smoke through her nose with virile determination to get something under control. Whether that be her anxiety, the actual situation at hand, or a fucking plan to tackle this, so be it.

She had to get something figured out and quickly.

-

"You and I really outta stop meeting like this."

Donna didn't share his humor as she slipped quietly in through his shop door.

It had been 3 days since her meeting with Alcina and nothing more had been said between the two of them about it. And it didn't appear anything was being done, either. 

She had also revisited with Karl the same day she spoke with Alcina, explaining her stance, to which they both left in an agreed displeased mood. There was no pushing or pressuring the Matriarch if she wouldn't have it. While Donna hadn't pushed too hard, she was beginning to wonder if the stubborn woman actually needed a violent shove instead. Her instincts were on high alert and she hadn't been able to turn them off.

"Karl, I know you often lack the capacity for seriousness but is now the time?"

He just looked at her. 

"Look, a twisted and inappropriately timed sense of humor has always been part of my charm. Angie is your sister for god sake, I don't wanna hear it."

"Yes, often two peas in a pod. You're only redeeming quality is the lack of complete and continual destructive chaos," she tossed back with her hands on her hips.

After a brief pause she rubbed her forehead. 

With a sigh she retreated from her bark and walked closer to his work table, "sorry, I'm trying to not be as bothered about all of this as I am."

"I know," he replied much softer, "I'm still pissed at Alcina's reaction and silence about all of this. Maybe that's what's putting me over the edge. She's always ready for a fight, that's what we love about her; never having to question if our leader is prepared and on our side."

Donna huffed, "I'm feeling the same. I know if it came to it she'd be here, rallied and hungry for a fight... I'm just... wishing she was more present with us right now. It isn't as though we can't act without her knowledge or approval, but the mess that comes afterwards is another headache I don't wish to pursue. If Mother Miranda hears about us enacting military measures without Alcina... that bitch will be down here quicker than we can blink."

"She's visited enough for one year, she can fuck off for another 20 or so and I'd be happy. Actually never seeing her smug crumpled face would make me happiest but... I digress."

They sat in silence for a while as they stared down at the mangled wood of Karl's workbench. 

Finally he huffed.

"Look, I might as well tell you because you'll find out eventually; I've got men on it. Not directly, but I couldn't let this sit. I've got 3 patrols: one near New Haven, Port Chester, and outside of Yonkers. If this is what you think it is, I'm not sitting idly by while super-sized bitch is off with her human play -"

"Karl!" she hissed.

"Eeeey, eey, relax - you know I don't mean it... You know I care about that giant banshee as much as you do... I'm just having a really hard time deciding how long to wait before we get or find real answers. I know she's preoccupied, but now is really not the time for this shit."

He was right as much as Donna didn't want to admit it. She felt the unnerving pressure of something coming, something awry, but if Alcina wasn't going to listen or heed the warnings, someone needed to be on top of it.

She finally gazed over to Karl, "thank you. I know you'll be careful and I won't hover. You will keep me updated?"

"Of course, D. You're the only one outside of Mitch and those on patrol that know, and even they don't know all the details. If we do get busted it'll look better that it's just us and none of you being involved."

Before Donna could respond a ruckus could be heard down the hall from Karl's shop. They both stood quickly as the sounds came closer and through the door burst a lycan soldier.

He was ragged and bleeding, holding to his left shoulder that was hanging limp and disjointed. Panting and sweating he stumbled to the neighboring bench and slumped.

Karl was immediately to his side to hold him up, Donna was right beside him to look over his wounds.

"Blake! What the fuck happened, kid?!" Karl nearly barked.

His response was a little garbled, but Blake shook off the immense pain in his shoulder with a growl through gritted teeth.

"Ambush."

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #fic #wlw #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #daniela dimitrescu

[mishwanders]

Chapter One {Saint}: Fish in a Birdcage

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!Disabled Reader

Summary: Today’s your first family meeting.

Warnings: cigarette/cigar smoke, Heisenberg being a bit of a meanie head, ghosts, mold.

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Goddamn snow…

It was cold in the village of shadows, ever present and as unrelenting as the icy wind that was piercing through your clothes, pricking your skin like an angry troupe of ants, biting you against your will, leaving your body in more pain than it had already been in before you stepped out of the comforting warmth of your home. You trudged your way through the thick blanket of snow, carefully placing your cane with each step, trying to keep it from sticking into the mud underneath. You had been called by Mother Miranda to meet at the cathedral for your first meeting with the Lords now that you had been promoted to a higher position, becoming Saint to the black god.

A worthy position to be in, one that was coveted amongst the faithful villagers.

Mother Miranda had seen your potential, had seen your faithfulness to being the black gods servant. When she had spoken to you about taking the position, you were ecstatic to take the opportunity - to be closer to her, to your god, to truly do something good for the community that was here in the village. You wanted to make your mark and Miranda was glad to give you that chance, even stating that if the black god so willed it, she would bestow upon you ‘the gift’. When you heard those words leave her lips, how could you say no?

So here you were, making your way through the cold snow to become everything you had ever dreamed of.

When you made it to the door you stopped for a moment, looking back behind you, taking everything in. You could see how the ground mirrored the sky above, blanketed in white, save for the buildings, monuments, and graves that broke up the seamless reflection. It was beautiful in its imperfection, and you couldn’t help but take one last look, smiling softly at the view as you pushed your way inside.

The large door creaked as you walked in, the sound of your boots and cane clopping against the uneven stone floor. You looked around the entrance, seeing the candles that had illuminated the stone room and hall with their dim orange glow. You closed the door and began to walk down the hall, smiling to yourself as you heard the sounds of the Lord's voices reaching your ears.

You entered into the large and darkened sanctuary, taking in the sight of it all. There was a large crimson rug that had spanned between the empty pew and the large chair you had seen Lady Dimitrescu sitting in, leading all the way up to the platform. The entire place was still lit by candles, except for a spot over the platform where the roof had caved in many moons ago. You knew that the men of the village were still working on fixing it, but Mother Miranda had stated that she did not see it as an urgent problem nor a disruption to her meetings for the time being.

Your eyes moved away from it, glancing around the people in the room. You could see Lord Salvatore Moreau standing next to the pew, wearing his darkened navy captain's coat over his body with his bone crown adorning his head. You knew that before he became the village doctor he was once a great fisherman, having sailed many voyages before settling here in the village. Once he met Mother Miranda he became enthralled in the religion that she had so gracefully renewed. After that he laid down his nets and soon became a fisher of men, converting newcomers and villagers alike to the service of the black god, and bestowing the gift upon them.

Across from him sitting on the stage you could see Lady Donna Beneviento, dressed in her all black ensemble that covered her body from head to toe, and her wonderful companion Angie the doll, who was dressed in a white wedding dress and a veil that was uncovered from her face. You didn’t know much about the lady or her doll, except for the fact that they made wonderful toys for the children. Other than that, the woman typically kept to herself and served the black god in her own ways.

And finally your eyes caught sight of the woman everyone in the village revered. The great and honorable Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. She was dressed in her pearl white empire waist gown, adorned with a pearl necklace, a broach of three obsidian roses, and an equally dark hat that spanned far over her shoulders. She was one of the Lords that provided many services to the villagers, whether it be through her personal winery or work in her gracious home. She truly had the definition of a servant's heart, with the way she gave back to the community, providing her home to be open for those in need.

You watched as she took a long drag of her cigarillo, blowing smoke in the air as her pale blue eyes caught sight of you.

“Well, well, what are you doing here, sweetness?” She asked

The woman had always been kind to you, always giving you some sort of name other than the one you owned. You had helped her once before when her vineyard was being plagued by blight - able to give her the solution on how to properly handle the situation quickly. She saw your kindness and ingenuity and took it to heart, always treating you as such in return after the event.

“Mother Miranda asked me to come.” You replied, “I’ll be working alongside her now.”

She looked at you, pleasantly surprised at your words.

“I assume we’ll be hearing more about this during the meeting then?“

You nodded.

“Yes, my Lady.”

“I already knew thaaaaat ~” Angie chimed in her sing-song voice.

You turned your attention to her and she came flying off of Donna’s lap to you, getting close to your face.

“Mother Miranda requested a present!” She said, pointing at the pew. “Lookie!”

Your gaze followed her wooden finger all the way to the dark stained oak pew, seeing the golden pillow embellished along the edges with metal beads. You stood there in surprise, your eyes going back to Donna. You couldn’t see her smiling but you could hear it in her voice.

“Mother Miranda had requested it to be made in time for today.” She explained, “I hope you like it.”

You walked over to it, gently touching the plush material with your hand before sitting down. It definitely took some of the pressure off of your hips, providing some comfort that the hardwood would never be able to.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You replied

You took to your bag, rummaging through it, quickly pulling out your journal and pencil. Mother Miranda was a busy prophetess and had asked you to take notes for her during each meeting, specifically items of importance from the Lords.

That’s when you heard the sudden stop of boots in front of you, feeling a heavy presence before you from the looming stare coming from above. You could smell the scent of leather and metal mixing together with the cuban cigar as the smoke from it was blown in your direction. There were only two people you knew who smoked cigars in the entirety of the village and only one of them was invited to this meeting.

Lord Heisenberg had arrived.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked

You looked up at him with a small grin. You could see his messy dark hair wisping around his face, his unruly dark beard, and scared face etched with irritation.

“Mother Miranda asked me to be here.” You replied

“Why?”

“Be patient and you’ll soon find out like the rest of us.” Lady Dimitrescu remarked, “Now take your seat, Mother Miranda will be here any minute.”

You could see the scowl on his face at the sound of her voice. You were half afraid he was going to bite straight through that cigar of his, dropping the remains of it in your lap. You knew the two never liked each other, and never quite understood why.

“Fine. But you're in my seat.” He said, lifting his left hand.

With the flick of his wrist he had taken hold of the embellishments on the pillow with his power and forced you over to the side, knocking you into your bag and cane. The old wooden walking stick began to fall over to the stone floor, but Heisenberg was quick to catch it, bending down in front of you. He looked up at you from under the brim of his hat, and you caught a hint of glimmer from his hazel eyes above his mossy green sunglasses.

“My apologies. Don’t want to break this.” He said with a sly grin.

You huffed at him, now you were staring down at him with an irritated look. You knew he’d done it on purpose, always enjoying the attention. You were ready to call him every foul name that you could think of, but Lady Dimitrescu was already doing so, coming to your defense.

“Heisenberg, you insolent Buffoon.” She said, pinching her brow in frustration. “Take your seat and leave them be.”

For once in his life he didn’t argue with the woman, which came as a surprise to you. He handed you the cane back and took his seat beside you, splaying himself out, legs spread open, and resting his right arm atop the pew while the other was resting atop his thigh. You placed your cane beside your leg again, allowing it to rest against the edge of the pew before you flipped to an empty page in your journal. You knew Heisenberg was looking down at your hands, and you half expected him to make a comment about it. But that chance was taken when you all heard the murder of crows making their way in through the ceiling, encircling each other and forming together as one. A feathered figure appeared from within the midst of it all, with golden clad hands, a matching beaked mask, and adorned with a large golden headdress.

You smiled at the entrance of the figure knowing them to be none other than the great Mother Miranda herself.

“My apologies for my late entrance, my children.” She said, looking around the room.

Her eyes took in each person, gracefully smiling upon them until her eyes caught sight of you - and you noticed her smile grew wider.

“Thank you for coming, my dear.” She said, addressing you before turning her attention back to the group as a whole.

“Now we can get to the order of business.”

Mother Miranda went about her duties, giving out specific orders to the Lords, each of them asking specific questions of their tasks - divvying up the ways in which they needed to get the villagers involved in their projects. You sat there jotting away notes the entire time until the meeting had come to its close. Mother Miranda addressed them as a group one last time.

“And finally, my children, I would like to inform you of all the new additions to our little family.” She said gesturing to you, “They will be taking over a new role as Saint to the black god and will be working closely with me, assisting in our current endeavors with the situation plaguing the villagers.”

Everyone else around was looking at you with a sense of joy having you alongside them, but you could feel the piercing gaze of Heisenberg staring at you from behind his glasses. You could sense he wasn’t happy about it.

And it bothered you, because you didn’t understand why.

“So you’re tasking them with writing the damn manuscript then?” He asked, looking up at Mother Miranda.

“Well of course.” She replied, “Our Saint has been the most faithful and has shown great reverence for the black god. It’s like you said, there is only so much that blind faith can do. I have all trust that they will be able to prove their worth where needed. Isn’t that right, dear Saint?”

You nodded.

“Yes, Mother Miranda and I’m glad to be chosen to help bring forth the written word of the black god under your guidance.”

Mother Miranda turned her attention back to Heisenberg.

“See? They’re perfect for this and their knowledge of the written word is impeccable. I have all faith that our dear Saint will be able to bring forth this living word with all the grace it deserves.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks under Miranda’s praise. You were used to being looked past as just another face in the crowd, but here Miranda had put you in the middle of the spotlight, on the pedestal she had raised you up on.

You couldn’t help but enjoy the recognition, even just a little bit.

But the moment was quickly tarnished when you heard the voice of Heisenberg next to you, whispering under his breath.

“Welcome aboard then, Saint.”

The way he said Saint came out differently from him than it had from Miranda, the click of his tongue on the T sounding more like an insult rather than praise. You swallowed any insults that you were ready to hurl at him all the way down. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of the gracious Mother.

“With that, I bid you all farewell for the evening. Saint, when you get a chance, please come see me down in my chambers.”

You nodded, and just like that, her physical form had changed, morphing into a murder of crows once more and taking flight out of the sanctuary.

You turned your attention back to Heisenberg, ready to give him an earful, but he was already up and gone as well. You let out a sigh, seeing the empty space beside you. He always knew how to evade you, how to sneak out of your presence when needed - and you absolutely hated it.

The others began to make their leave as well, Lady Dimitrescu stopping beside you as you gathered your things.

“Do pay any mind to my insolent little brother.” She said, “He’s a child when it comes to things like this and prefers to keep to himself.”

You knew that much about him already. Once upon a time, you two used to be close. He was even your only friend there for a while, having sat beside you as kids in the orphanage and read you books when you were unable to move because of the pain your body succumbed to. But since he’d become a Lord, he had completely changed and continued to put more distance between you, making it impossible to get to him again.

“I know.” You replied, throwing the strap of the bag over your good shoulder, taking hold of your cane and gingerly standing up from your place on the pew.

“Thank you though. I just have not let him get to me.”

“Precisely.” Lady Dimitrescu said with a smile, “If you ever need anyone to talk to or anyone to knock some sense into him, you may always come to me, my door is always open for you my dear.”

You looked up at her with a surprised smile on your face, taken aback by her invitation.

“Thank you my Lady. That's most gracious of you.”

She gave you a bow and took her leave from the sanctuary. You turned around, taking one last look at the now empty room. You walked over to the platform, looking up to the clouded sky above through the slotted boards. You felt like a fish inside a birdcage from this position, unable to move up, unable to fly out like Mother Miranda. But maybe one day you would be able to move like her, maybe one day you would be granted wings too for your service.

You brought your attention back down to the platform. The gentle smile left your face when you caught sight of a figure standing in the darkness, feeling the fear grip your heart, wrapping its way around your throat like a snake.

‘No please - not now, please.’

You began to back away from the platform, eyes never leaving the figure in the dark. You knew it wasn’t real, just some damned thing that haunted you - taunted you when you were vulnerable. You never even understood why, even asked for the black god to take it away, but there it stood, regardless of your efforts to remove it from you and your mind.

It was a phantom of you, with roots trailing along your body, eyes glazed over like death as your mouth hung open in anguish, as if it had gotten stuck in place mid scream. You could see a larger black root wrapped around your neck like a noose ready to pull you up, completely and utterly bound to its will.

The real you continued to back away from him, whispering ‘it’s not real’ over and over again to yourself, like a prayer until you finally reached the door you had entered the sanctuary with. You placed your hand on the hard surface and took one last look down the candle lit hall. You saw the figure of yourself again, this time illuminated by the orange light. For a moment you thought that you had caught the hint of a smile on its face, one filled with evil intent, like a devil waiting for you to turn your back on it so it could strike you down. This version of you did not move from its place though, it only stood there, staring forward, pointing.

Pointing directly at you.

“Fuck this.” You whispered, pushing the door open.

You felt the blast of cold air hit your face, filling your lungs. You inhaled it deeply, allowing it to bring you back to your senses, killing the rising anxiety that was within your chest. You couldn’t worry about what you had seen right now, you had things to do, very important things - and you were not going to allow some phantom to keep you from it.

You had important things to do, business to attending to -

And a god to see.

Prologue: God Help You Dumb Boy

Chapter Two: Distance Oneself

#resident evil fic #resident evil fandom #resident evil fanfiction #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x y/n #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #heisenberg x you #resident evil 8 #resident evil viii #resident evil village #mother miranda #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #disabled reader #disabled fic #our moral decay #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #series: our moral decay

[tu-sugar-mami]

The things that could have been (2.2/3)

You can read part 2.1 here

You can read part 1 here

You can read part 3 here

Roughly 4k, the chapter is 8k but Tumblr crashes so half and half it is

Warnings: fluff but mostly angst, no happy ending, read at own risk

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You could have sworn everything was perfect, and after bugging your beloved with many questions about how would be the best way to –hypothetically– woo someone (using a book as a cover for the info search), you felt ready to take the next step and finally let your heart out.

Everything was ready to put your plan in motion. All was as it needed to be, one more step and the dream life by her side would come true… right? If only you had known that not all stories were as pink looking as they appeared…

Between giggles and cookies, a song on the phonograph caught your attention. It was soft and had a slow tune. You took the idea of one of the many movies (Before Donna, you had never even known what electricity was, let alone a movie, and learned to be thankful of the whole new world Donna had so kindly shown you) you watched with Donna, and in a bold move you stood up only to offer her your hand with a light bow.

A dance, you offered, and a dance she agreed to.

She was breathtaking. Beautiful indeed. The warm light from the lamps made her look inviting, and her lips looked so soft. Licking your own, you wondered if it would be a mistake to claim hers and finally savor their sweetness. If you did, would she kiss you back with the same need? Your heart desired to have her lips dancing desperately with yours until you both were left out of breath.

“Have you ever been in love, my Lady?” 

The words left your mouth before you could even think about stopping them, but once they were out, you waited with anxious expectance for the Lady’s response.

But that simple, innocent query arose many feelings within Donna.

'Why, yes. I'm reminded of that every time i look at you.' Is what she wanted to say.

“Why do you ask, dolcezza?” Is what she said instead.

Her heartbeat picked up when she noticed your eyes fixed on her lips with such intensity that she couldn't help but blush. If she had been a bit braver, she would have closed the gap in a heartbeat, but then again, what if she was mistaken? She didn't want to risk giving a step forward and ruining your friendship.

“I’m just wondering.” You both kept swaying along with the music, her hands touching each other behind your neck and your arms circling her waist, holding her close, in such way that in the moment the two of you were the only ones existing in the world. “Say, if you were to declare your love to someone, how would you do it?” 

A huff came from Donna, before she stepped back enough to twirl you and then hold you by the waist, now being her the one to take the lead. 

As every second passed, doubt and insecurity began to find their way into you, and despite your need to declare your love, the sudden fear to mess things up kept you grounded.

“I’m sure you know that is not possible for me, darling. If it were I would have done it a long time ago.” Donna said.

If she noticed the way your expression saddened, she didn’t comment on it.

The night kept its course, and the two of you danced the night away, sharing secrets and stories that only you and the walls could be the only witnesses of.

The next day -quite windy-, you spent the day in, and Donna took you to the workshop with her. She had just finished her most recent project, a beautiful tanned doll with white curly hair and cream colored freckles splattered along her whole body, but the new girl needed clothes, and as you found yourself reading one of Donna’s favorite novels, the Lady was busy finishing the new doll’s dress with Angie’s help. 

Between playful banter and quips going back and forth, you decided to try again your failed attempt at confessing.

“Donna, i–” Your hands grip on the book was so hard that they began shaking. The courage you spend all the night gathering finally took effect, and you decided it was now or never. You thanked any deity that was listening that Donna was facing away from you, presumably engrossed in sewing the dress embroidery. Swallowing the lump on your throat, you forced yourself to keep talking. "I am in love with someone.” You took a deep breath and noticed that Donna had stopped her stitching, presumably to give you her full attention. You took a moment to calm yourself before continuing. “When I think of her my stomach feels fuzzy and my heart starts beating faster, and I don’t know if she loves me back but I really need her to know. I’d really like to move in with her if she allows me to–”

Donna Beneviento, a woman who could be considered a master in the art of sewing, had never missed a stitch since she perfected the craft, until that moment where the last words she expected to hear from you came to be.

The needle punctured into another section entirely, it was quite the misstep but certainly something that could be fixed, alas, Donna’s train of thought was far, far away from the embroidery in her hands, instead fighting with the bucket of cold water that was your confession. In her mind, your strange behavior from the last days was finally making sense. Of course you’d ask her what how to woo someone, probably intending it for your beloved. She should have known…

“Oh…”

The air felt thick in your lungs as you waited for more words to come. Your hand found its way to your pocket where a small present was hidden. You took all the advice from Donna and made her a small token of your affection to finally try and ask her to let you be her life companion. 

“I…was not expecting that, to be honest.”

Donna tuned towards you, and your eyes widened at the serious expression, and the way her voice was devoid of all the prior playfulness stung. The churning in your stomach became almost unbearable with the heavy way Donna’s dark eye was on you. The anxiety kicked in and you knew it had been a mistake.

The Lady’s eye refused to meet yours, focusing instead on a slowly retreating Angie.

“Perhaps I misread everything.” Her voice was so low that if the room wasn’t as silent as it was, you would have missed it.

“I mean– if you want me to–” You cursed yourself for stammering in such an important moment, but your Lady didn’t even blink. The knot in your throat prevented you from taking back your words.

“Don’t bother.” In a second, the embroidery was all but forgotten on the table as the Lady collected herself and strode away with hurried steps. “If you don’t mind, I’ll head to bed now.” Donna said, which would be completely understandable had it not been for the fact that it was barely 4 in the afternoon.

Needless to say, you tried to stifle your sobs when Donna, in fact, never made it to your shared bed that night.

Or the next.

Thanks to Angie you knew that the Lady had been cooped up in her workshop, but every time you tried to bypass the hall, a few dolls would gently herd you back to the hall’s entrance and wouldn’t let you see your Donna. You wanted to apologize, to offer to pretend you hadn’t say anything and beg for her to forget of the whole issue, but how could you fix anything when the Lady wouldn’t even let you near her?

The sheets were cold, and by the third night you felt it foreign to spend the night in her bed, despite how much you needed to feel her comfort even if it was just her scent lingering in her nightgown. After that, you took shelter in what was once your room, right across the hall.

Unbeknownst to you, Donna was in a similar position. Though your Blinky the blankey was less comfort and more pain to her as she surrounded herself with it at her workshop, your own perfume –a present from her– embedded in the fabric, with the delicate embroidery slowly getting crumpled and ruined by the white–knuckled grip of a heartbroken woman.

The tension became palpable the next days. Not a single laugh had come from you in a while, not even a smile. Donna eventually came out from her secluded space, but to your disappointment, it was not without her face covered again, and Angie noticed how you couldn't even look at her for more than mere seconds before having to turn away.

It was so strange to see Donna wearing her veil again, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't sting.

While Donna's heart felt like a million needles buried themselves on it at night, whenever she saw you felt as if she couldn't breathe. She had to fight to keep her tears at bay.

Until…

Yet another morning, yet another night spent crying. Since it was impossible for you to conceal the sleep you decided to use the time to do something productive, or at least something that would keep you busy enough to not think, and if you were good at something, it was working with your hands. If Donna could coop up in her workshop, so could you.

It was around five in the morning when you decided you had enough, and your hesitant steps took you to the kitchen. It was still dark but you waltzed through the halls of the manor easily despite your lack of vision just like you had done on many occasions before to try and surprise Donna by preparing her favorite meal, although this time you were unsure if it was appropriate after last night’s event. The scene of your failed confession repeated itself on loop in your mind, and as you climbed down the stairs you recalled the cold tone in the voice of your beloved as she so dismissively rejected your feelings, not to mention the way she had been avoiding you like the plague.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you almost missed the leather pouch that sat on the kitchen’s countertop. The same pouch you always received after a job well done. Judging by the size though, and if your calculations were correct, the payment in the bag was several times bigger what you were usually given. 

While certainly you weren’t expecting a payment so soon (or at all actually, as you had since decided that a payment wouldn’t be necessary as long as you could be close to Donna) what was even more confusing was a folded paper waiting next to the pouch, with your name written on it with Donna’s scribbly handwriting. 

Not knowing what to expect, you opened the letter, but the contents in it had made you wish you’d never opened it.

“Your services will not be needed anymore. Here is the payment for the last pieces and enough to cover the expenses of your unwilling stay at House Beneviento. I expect you to be on your way by tomorrow noon. Thank you for your work.”

Needless to say, the pouch wasn't even acknowledged.  Your feet carried you to Donna’s bedroom and you began frantically knocking on the door.

“Donna! Please let me in, we can pretend this never happened, but please don’t shut me off like this!” Tears were already blurring your vision.

Donna, laying on her side of the bed, knew she was being unfair, cruel even, but she was hurting so much. Even something as simple as looking at you reminded her of how foolish she had been for daring to hope. Having you near her was torture. Knowing you were in love with someone else left her completely destroyed. She needed to send you away or her heart wouldn’t stand it.

Your cries and begging didn’t stop, and while Donna did her best to ignore you, she could do that for only so long. She stood up, and marched towards the door, almost ripping it from its hinges with unmeasured strength.

“Would you stop with that.” Her voice was low, and she did her best for it to stay that way, even if the sight of a defeated carpenter greeted her from across the doorframe.

You looked so small and defeated. Despite the lack of light, she could make out the bags under your eyes and how tired you seemed to be. Donna had to turn around to avoid caving in and hold you until you felt better.

“Donna, why are you sending me away?” Your voice was fearful and broken, barely keeping your sobs at bay. 

"It's Lady Beneviento for you." Donna’s voice was harsh, and the coldness of it stung even more when she didn’t even turn to reply.

It was shocking, but you pushed through. Another opportunity wouldn’t show up again.

“I need an explanation!”

“I don't owe explanations to a villager like you.”

And It felt like a slap to the face. Donna, the person that showed you that if you cared enough, the rest didn’t matter, had just left it clear that you were not equal at all, contrary to what you had believed. 

She was lying, it had to be…

That was a backstabbing betrayal, and your mind struggled to recognize the person in front of you as your beloved Lady.

But it must have been a mistake, right? So you kept pushing.

You took a decisive step towards her, trying to get ahold of her hand, only for her to turn and slap it before you could get to close. It was hard enough to sting.

For a moment, you saw the room closing in around you, the ground began shaking and the roaring of the waterfall became thunderous. The vision went black at moments and a heavy pressure overcame you. The Lady was nowhere to be seen, but deformed creatures from the corner of your eye were slowly approaching with wicked smiles. Whispers became screams and the air left your lungs. You fell on your knees and closed your eyes until you saw dots of color behind your eyelids.

And then, in a second, everything returned to normal.

In front of you stood the Lady, her veil still covering her face and thus making you unable to read her expression but in your mind, a cruel smirk graced her lips.

“If I see even the shadow of you roaming around I will not be held responsible for what I do to you, am I understood?”

Your head was pulsating, and your glazy eyes couldn’t stay on her for long before they went astray.

This was it. 

Lady Beneviento had done a small display of her power but that was more than enough.

Just like that, every single one of your fears had come true, and you forced yourself to not cry. No matter what it took you wouldn’t break in front of her.

Just like that too, the woman so sweet and caring you loved, became the monster everyone in the village said she was.

“I– of…course, Lady Beneviento…”

Not even an hour after, you found yourself packing the nearest belongings in the guest room, and trying to hold back the sobs you ran and ran away from the estate until your legs felt they couldn't go another step without collapsing. Not even Angie frantically chasing after you and incessantly apologizing in behalf of Donna could stop you.

Angie knew, when she saw your figure quickly disappearing the furthest you went, that all of it was a big mistake, but that no matter how she wished, that was not something she could fix.

Later in the hall, Angie tried to get answers from Donna, only to be roughly dismissed after the first question.

That afternoon was spent by two women with broken hearts crying their sorrows out until they fell asleep…

No matter what anyone believed, Donna Beneviento was not a morning person. Of course she always made a point to wake up before the sunrise to start with her tasks and some house chores, but that didn't mean she particularly enjoyed it. She always struggled to start her day in the morning, but after so many years of doing it her body got accustomed to work on autopilot. She found herself, still sluggish from the uncomfortable night sleep but already in the kitchen making your favorite breakfast while thinking on what to do later, maybe she could finally get some work done on that jacket she planned to gift you for your upcoming birthday…

The knife she was holding fell out of her grasp and clacked against the countertop as her eyes landed on the untouched coin pouch at the countertop and the memories of the day before finally registered in her mind. All those hurtful words she had said to you, the way she threatened you not only with words but with her power, by Mother Miranda, how could she? 

The clock marked 8am, plenty of time before her deadline kicked in, or more like kicked you out. Donna ran upstairs towards the guest bedroom, and by the way it looked, nothing had been moved. Although there was no trace of you. The bed was made and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Donna thought that maybe, for some saving grace, you were in what once was your shared bedroom, but even there your side of the bed was intact. Even after the fallout Donna couldn’t bring herself to invade your rightful place in her bed.

No matter, not even with her dolls eyes searching the whole Beneviento land could they find a trace of your person, finding instead a familiar book in the yard, just before reaching the elevator. 

The book was picked up by the Lady, and she recognized it as the journal you always carried with you, that not even she had been able to peak in its contents, until now. She was positive it must had fallen from your pocket, and she felt hesitant to read it, but the lack of you moved her to invade your privacy and switch through the pages.

Measurements, notes, sketches, designs for furniture details, one or another recipe, but above all the thing that flooded the pages were personal entries the first day of your permanent stay at the Beneviento estate

Many entries in that diary made her open her eyes, but at the same time crushed her heart and filled her with regret.

Notes about how your day was brighter because ‘Lady Beneviento offered me homemade cookies today. She's always so caring and kind.’

Or…

‘Today she held my hand as she bandaged the knife cut, her hands were trembling and I feared I made her uncomfortable.’

Some of the notes made her heart twist, how did she miss this?

‘Lady Beneviento is so pretty. I can't help but to stare at her portrait and long for a smile of those full lips. I wish one day she can see me the way i see her.’

‘Donna, Donna, such a beautiful name for a gorgeous woman. Donna, sounds like birds chirping on a tranquil morning. All i can think about is you, Donna.’

But then… Donna's heart clenched upon reading an entry a day prior to the date of that horrible afternoon when you uttered those dreadful words.

‘I’m proud of myself for once. A great job I did indeed. I managed to make Donna tell me some of her favorite things so I could add them to the bracelet. Hopefully soon I’ll find the right time to ask her to be mine. I love her and I can’t hide that truth from her anymore… I think she’ll love it!’

And in that same page, a beautifully handmade bracelet was acting as a bookmark, but it had pieces missing. The wire had been twisted in a brutal way, almost as if someone had tried to tear it apart, and the glass charms were chipped, with some places letting Donna know that there were ripped pieces. The bracelet was beautiful indeed, not even it being mangled could take that away. 

Donnas heart twisted almost as badly as the wires when she read the next two and last entries that were longer than the previous ones, and had many scratched sentences. Some parts were even barely legible and on some spots the shaky ink was marred.

‘I made her upset. I stupidly told her about my feelings for her but she's not happy about them. I have never felt more ashamed in my life. How did i fool myself? How did i even believe for a second that i was different? That i had a chance at winning her heart? I take it back my Lady, please forgive me. Don’t deny me your presence for long, I need you.

Please…’

And the last entry…

‘Lady Beneviento left me a notice and urged me to leave her property by tomorrow noon. I tried to confront her about it and… I guess I disgusted her enough to kick me out. I’m so stupid, I knew it was a mistake. I’m leaving now. I don't think I'll be able to face her. It's best that i leave all this behind as soon as possible…’

Donna held the journal close to her chest with mixed emotions. The realization that your mysterious beloved was her! It was herself! You loved her as much as she loved you!

How could she be so blind?

No, how could You be so blind?

It was all a misunderstanding! Why did everything have to go downhill? She was doing well.

If your words were true –and they were, Donna hoped– it was just a matter of time before you returned… right? How long was it since you moved in, around two years? All of your belongings were still in the manor; the handmade clothes Donna made for you, your tools, your books, your favorite tea set. Everything, if not in your room then in your workshop. You had to return for them, and that's where Donna would talk things through with you. She'd confess to you how you always made her feel safe, how you made her days feel like a gentle breeze in a flower field on her face. She'd tell you how she grew to love your particular way to brew her coffee and how well she rested when she slept in your arms at night.

Of course you had to return, if not for your things at least you needed to talk to Donna, right?

So she waited.

And waited…

You did not return.

Three days after, and Donna realized that you would not come back, at least not anytime soon. 

Reading the rest of the journal did nothing to quench the guilt. Full pages of your daydreams were only fueling the fire of sorrow in her.

‘Please love, all I want to do is look at your beauty forever. I yearn for the day I can taste your lips and call myself yours.’

She had to go find you before she lost you for good. It took her a lot of effort but after weighing her options she decided you were more important than her discomfort.

Desperate, Donna did something she wouldn't ever do if she didn't have to.

The trek to the village was bumpy, and the Lady couldn’t recall when was the last time she set foot on the village limits. If not for Karl –who received a call from a desperate Donna whilst in the middle of trying to convince a blonde man to reign with him– that lead the way, she wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for.

But such was Donna’s surprise when Heisenberg forced open the door to your old cabin, only to find it empty. Not even a sign of anyone living there, at least for some good time, almost as if it was abandoned altogether. But Donna didn’t lost hope, as there was still one place left to check.

Angie is with her, the carpentry shop is open, and a young man is sharpening some tools when he's startled by her sudden entrance.

“Hey, you!” Angie's sudden interruption makes the man drop the heavy-looking tool, effectively landing on his toe and making him cry a pained hiss. “Where is she?” Of course they didn’t have to specify, you were known in the whole village for being Lady Beneviento’s carpenter.

“My Lords!” The boy quickly bowed to the pair (and Angie) to pay his respects. “I- well um, yeah she was here a few days ago but only picked up her old tools and left. I swear ma'am she wouldn't stop crying and babbling about breaking her promise or something… but I don’t know where she went.”

After the visit to the workshop, Karl took it upon himself to find answers.

No one in the village though could tell them where you had gone to, not even when Karl threatened people mercilessly for answers, as he hated to see his little sister hurting so much.

The journal was held snuggly against Donnas chest, but not even hugging it with all her might made it her feel comforted.

The sun was finally setting, and the darkness began to engulf the village in shadows. 

And just as the warmth of the sun dissipated and the chill air of the night overcame the village, Donna’s heart also felt cold.

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The Proposal Headcannons

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A/n: hi guys! i have been completely unable to write anything more based on The Proposal, but i’ve gotten a few requests. while i’m not really up to writing the epilogue (yet, i promise i’ve been trying very hard to find some direction. it’s just…been hard), i would love to share a few little headcannons about this story that’s meant so much to me.

idk how many of you know this, but the proposal was my first series i wrote period, so it’s got a very special place in my heart. enjoy <33 without further ado,

the proposal headcannons

after the events of the proposal, you and natasha have a lot of catching up to do

needless to say, you don’t regret anything at all, and neither does natasha. technically you’re married, but you hardly know other

your first real date would be breakfast before work because, let’s be honest, you don’t have a lot of time. natasha’s started working less, which is amazing for both her and you, buy the schedule is still fairly rigorous

anyway, you’re first date is at the coffee shop where you usually pick up her coffee. she’s never actually been there despite the fact that she’s had their coffee for years. there’s a small table in the corner up against the window where you can watch people pass by the busy streets

for the first time, she orders coffee and brings it to you, and you drink what you actually like (not a second drink of hers unless you spill it)

across from you, natasha looks just like she always does. hair pulled half up and half down, there’s a golden flower clip holding her hair up. her white short sleeved dress shirt is tucked into a grey pencil skirt. you still haven’t been able to convince her to stop wearing insanely high stiletto heels

that first date is where you make a rule about no work-related talk on dates, which makes the beginning a little awkward, but it’s easily overcome when you spill coffee all over yourself

afterwards, you walk together to work, and it’s actually really nice to just walk along with her presence beside you

your third date is wedding ring shopping. legally, you’re already married, but neither one of you has a ring. you don’t go for anything traditional, because so far none of the rest of it has been traditional either

it’s natasha who suggests in a quiet voice when you’re sitting in the couch together at her apartment that you pick out each others rings

when you first arrive at the jewelry store, you’re a little overwhelmed because there are so many options, but natasha is there by your side, holding your hand

“it’s okay, love. i’m sure whatever you pick out is going to be beautiful. and if jt isn’t, then i’ll wear it proudly anyway. not everyone can say that their wife picked their ring out three dates after they were married, huh?”

she kisses you on the cheek and sets determinedly on her way to find your ring, and you wander around looking for hers

nothing sticks out to you at first, all diamonds and twisted bands that look the same to you, but you’re passing by the back counter something sticks out

it’s a bright red gem placed in the middle of a rose gold and diamond lining, shaped circularly and attached to a similar rose gold band. you immediately know it’s perfect for natasha. it’s her fire, her hair, her passion. it’s perfect.

you pick it out and pay for it then wait by the door for natasha. she doesn’t take much longer, and you two head to her apartment together

over the time you’ve spent with her, you’ve become much more comfortable in her living space. part of that, you’re sure, is that it’s bigger than yours used to be, but it’s also a mix of both of you’re styles, natasha’s modern-comfortable furniture clashes wonderfully with your many blankets and brightly colored pillows.

tonight, you sit together on the floor by the wall of windows that overlook the city, facing each other crossed-legged. she’s got a famaliar looking red dino in her lap and you have a blanket thrown over you shoulders. in between you are the jewelry boxes of both of your rings

you go first. with shaking hands, you give natasha her box. her smoothing smile does little to calm your nerves.

“if you don’t like it we can take it back,” you say quickly, praying that she does like it.

“calm down,” she chides, reaching across the space in between you for your hand. “i trust you.”

you had absolutely no reason to worry. when she sees the ring, she covers her mouth with her hand and her gaze flits excitedly between you and the ring. “love,” she breathes, taking it out of the box carefully, “it’s beautiful. thank you.”

once she has it on her finger, your box is handed to you and you open it slowly. inside, nestled between black velvet is a vintage blue stone, outlined by rose gold and diamonds.

“i picked it because it matches the necklace your grandma gave me,” natasha explains softly. “i love having part of your family around my neck, and i want you to be part of that too.”

(natasha always wears the baby blue necklace around her neck. since she’s gotten it, you haven’t seen her without it, and it’s become a habit of hers to take it between her fingers and play with it)

it’s so completely well thought out and picked with such sentiment that you feel tears spring in your eyes. natasha takes your newly ringed hand and kisses the ring in your finger gently, and you can’t help but get closer to her.

your hands go around her neck and you wrap your legs around her waist. natasha laughs and brings her hands to cup your face.

“i guess we’re really married, huh?” she asks, running her thumb across your cheekbone. the metal of the ring on her finger is cool against your skin and you lean into it.

“i guess so,” you grin. with her hands holding you and her body underneath you, there’s no where else you’d rather be.

p.s. here are the rings that i had in mind for you and natasha :))

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Blue Ain't Your Color

George Weasley x ________ just fluffy things i guess

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____ was sitting with her best friend on the steps of the shop after hours George and his girlfriend broke up a week ago and she had been harassing him non stop and he has been down hes been plastering a smile on his face acting like hes fine but ____, ____ could tell he was miserable having to grovel with Angelina to leave him alone. Ginny and Fred decided to take him to a muggle karaoke bar that ____ frequented, the group was a few drinks in she broke away from the crowd paying the machine grabbing the mic choosing the song the song started playing as she walked up to the group her white body con dress bringing the mic to her lips “i can see you over there staring at your drink watchin’ that ice sink all alone tonight” she started George’s head snapped to her Ginny’s mouth fell to the ground never having heard her sing before out of their seven year friendship, and surviving a war together. Fred gave her a small smile giving her a slight nod knowing how they felt about each other he thought that George and ____ were both blind and in denial. After all its not just a river that theyve been too in Egypt. George was already there when it came to ____ Fred believed that George? He was just too shy to show it he glanced to his twin who was staring right at ____ as she continued to sing to him. Out of every single person in the crowded bar. She was singing to George.

“and chances are youre sittin’ here in this bar ‘cause she Ain’t treatin’ you right” she stopped right in front of him holding her hand out for him George looked at her hand then back up at her face. Her eyes softened at him as she waited for him to take her hand. _____ knew that he was hurting and that his wings were damaged but she wanted to give him that push he needed to fly again. It was killing her seeing him so low and so sad. ‘Cmon George arent you going to tell me what happened between you and Angie? You always tell me everything’ ____ put a comforting hand on his shoulder ‘its nothing important Lady’ George gave her a sad smile ‘im just done with it. Its not worth the hurt anymore’ he continued ‘you ever going to stop calling me Ladybug?’ ___ said frustratedly ‘you ever going to stop being afraid of Ladybugs?’ He shot back ‘OH SHUT UP YOU PRATT!’ ___ whacked his shoulder laughing the first good laugh George had all week he looked at her biting his lip ‘you always knew how to make me feel better when im feeling down ____. Even if you gave me the space i needed to let my relationship grow.. you didnt push you let me figure out my emotions you read social ques and you just made everything so easy. Its always easy with you’ he whispered the last part ‘its easy because i knew you and you knew me since we were in nappies. Our mums are best friends they always said me you and Freddie were jointed at the hip’ ___ smiled at him George gulped down shaking his head again looking at her palm then back up at her the sparkle in her eye he noticed right away its the sparkle she got when she looked at him and only him George’s heart sped up at the thought

 “well its probably not my place but im going to say it anyway ‘cause you look like you havent felt the fire had a little fun hadnt had a smile in a while baby” she sung waiting for his hand slowly he smiled softly at the beautiful girl in front of him Fred looked at her face as she looked at him it was so full of love and kindness he smiled and shook his head at his brother he looked at George and rolled his eyes “you idiot.” Fred whispered before he nudged George with his elbow “dance. Shes asking you to dance with her.” Fred rolled his eyes George glared at Fred “shut up” George said to his twin as he grabbed ____ hand allowing her to pull him up and into the middle of the dance floor he stared deep into her face studying every square inch of her face trying to memorize this moment ____ bit her lip as she put his hand on her hip the hand not holding the mic around his neck slowly rocking back and fourth keeping the mic close to her lips delivering the next line in the song “blue looks good on the sky. Looks good on that neon buzzin on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes” she sung as he brought his other hand to her hip George couldnt help but notice how this… this moment. Him and her together on this dance floor. Just felt right. It felt like the world was slowing down. The crowd that was cheering her on as she sang was getting softer and softer as he started to lead her in the dance he sighed out fluttering his eyes closed, fingers slightlu digging into ladybugs skin… his Ladybug… pulling her closer to him she smiled at the gesture butterflies filling her stomach dancing here. With the bestfriend she was crushing on since third year ‘i really dont feel like going out tonight Fred, Gin. I just want to stay home and finish doing inventory. The shop needs to get this stuff done’ George protested ‘I’ve already done all the inventory and catalogued all products that need to be restocked and created. You and Fred have a to do list to for fill tomorrow morning and over the weekend curtsey of Ginny and i’ ___ smirked ‘you have no excuse. You are getting dressed. And coming with us no ands ifs or buts about it George Fabian Weasley!’ Ginny scolded him ‘has anyone told you that you sound like mum when you yell?’ George smirked at his favorite sibling she pulled out her wand ‘you want to say that again George?’ She said lowly ‘you wouldnt dare’ he said smiling ‘try me’ he smirked at the memory when ____’s voice pulled him out of his memories again

“im tellin’ you you dont need that girl, its so black and white shes stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she looked deeply in his eyes trying to tell him exactly how she felt about him without actually having to say a word Fred leaned into Ginny ‘ten galleons’ he whispered ‘nah. Its going to happen after her birthday theres no way he’s going to jump right in’ Ginny crossed her arms over her chest ‘youre wrong little sister’ Fred chuckled looking back at ____ and George ‘he’s been in love with her since we were six’ Fred huffed ‘i have no idea what he was thinking dating Angelina so long’ Fred added ‘probably didnt want the dynamic to change. Scared of losing her’ Ginny commented looking to her Older brother and then to the dance floor again ‘besides. Im sure mum wins this one. She called it from the start’ Ginny shook her head. George breathed out pulling her body closer to his as they swayed in each others arms he brought his head down to hers as he listened to her sing to him. He thought back through everything how she had comforted him listened to him rant she’d just sit there and listen she didnt say anything she gave him that shoulder to lean and cry on constantly his eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to everything. For as long as he could remember its been ____ and George. George and ____. She was the one who helped him fix things with his girlfriend for years how she wanted him to be happy… things finally started to click into place for him everything shes ever done wasnt because she was happy for him it was because she wanted him to be happy even if it wasnt with her he shut his eyes furrowing his brows “I'm not tryna Be another justPick you upKinda guyTryna drink you upTryna take you home” she paused cupping his cheek in her hand making him snap his eyes open again she looked at him like he was the only man in the world. The way she was looking at him in this moment caused Georges mouth to run dry and his heart to stop the nerves and butterflies he felt when he realized that this is how she had always looked at him she had always looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. Like he was the only man she saw. ‘Hey you look dashing’ she walked into the room as he and Fred got ready for ule ball she straightened Georges tie before going to Fred ‘ready?’ She smiled up at Fred glancing back to George ‘Angelina is a lucky girl.’___ commented with a small frown ‘you look beautiful ____’ Fred said as he put the corsage on her hand she pinned his rose to his dress robe jacket George mentally cursed himself for not seeing the hurt in her eyes as the three of them walked out he slightly gripped her hips more dancing a little more enthusiastic as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He bit his lip leaning closer to her noses butting up against each other. He looked into her eyes… his chocolate orbs looking into her ____ ones. The eyes he could stare into for hours and get lost in them she hoped that this song could get him to understand what shes been trying to tell him not knowing he finally understood he understood everything ‘there it is Gin’ Fred commented ‘he finally figured it out for himself’ Fred smirked ‘yeah but that doesnt mean that hes going to do anything about it!’ Ginny whisper yelled to Fred ‘oh come on. Have a little more faith in George’ Fred rolled his eyes again 

“but i don’t understand how another woman can take your sun and turn it ice cold” she sung to him staring straight into his eyes his brown eyes staring back at her as he grabbed her hand and spun her out and back to him intertwining the hands as they danced free hand on her hip much like when they danced together at yule ball only now it wasnt platonic. Not for him. Not anymore. He softly smiled at her placing a small chaste kiss on her head right where her hairline began as they danced together ‘hey hey hey!’ ____ yelled ‘TOO FAR! George shes your girlfriend youre out of line!’ ____ yelled at George after he had yelled at Angelina ‘she was just trying to get you better your hip is broken. And you need the PT!’ ____ yelled again ‘YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY’ ____ stared him down ‘i know youre in pain but you dont get to take it out on her get your ass out of fucking bed and do your fucking PT.’ She scolded ‘i did not take a wall to the back of my head to save Fred just to let you lose your ability to walk’ she muttered as he stared at her blankly for defending his girlfriend ‘thank you ____’ Angelina said while taking the other side helping George walk _____ has always been fearless, George thought to himself spinning her again effortlessly “well, i think ive had enough to drink and its makin’ me think i just might tell you if i was a painter id paint you bright” she sang with gravel in her voice as he dipped her bringing her back up tighter to him swaying again small smile playing at his lips he flushed red as she cupped his face brushing her thumb over his chapped lips catching a tear that shed out of his eye he looked at her with the same amount of adoration she was looking at him with he nuzzled his face into her free hand looking at her trying to communicate what he wanted to say to her through his eyes like how she was with him their entire lives as he danced with her “baby blue looks good on the sky… looks good on that neon buzzing on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes”

she smiled softly at him his breath caught in his throat ‘are you sleeping with ____’ she asked hands on her hips george was taken aback ‘youre crazy shes my best friend theirs nothing going on between me and ____’ he laughed ludicrously ‘do you think im stupid George i see the way you look at her!’ ‘And how do i look at her tell me love seriously youre over reacting!’ ‘You look at her like shes the most important thing in the world youve NEVER looked at me like that and im your girlfriend George!’ She yelled ‘yeah. While youre running around with Blaise Zabini!’ He finally yelled at her ‘YOU THINK I DIDNT KNOW! HES BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE FOURTH AND I SIT BACK AND GRIT MY TEETH CAUSE YOU SAY ITS NOTHING! I RESPECT YOUR FRIENDSHIPS BUT SUDDENLY MINE IS A PROBLEM!’ He yelled ‘suddenly?!? Suddenly?!? Shes always been a problem shes always wanted you!’ She yelled at him chest heaving trying to catch her breath ‘me or her.’ she said crossing her arms over her chest ‘im not doing this with you love’ he mimicked her stance ‘how long have you been sleeping with Blaise’ he shifted his weight on the balls of his feet ‘you came home last week. With his cologne all over you. And a hickey on your ribs. A hand print on your ass. How long have you been cheating on me Ange. I know. So might as well just out with it. You get rid of him then we’ll talk.’ He asked calmly ‘her. Or. Me. Whats it going to be im not doing shit George. Not until that slut is out of your life’ he pinched his head in frustration he laughed a frustrated laugh ‘her.’ Her jaw dropped ‘her because youve already chose him. Now pack your shit and get. Out. Of. My. Flat’ ‘you dont mean that George’ it was her turn to laugh as he flicked his wand her clothes packing itself into a bag ‘i want you out of my flat. Now.’ He re iterated ‘you’re seriously choosing that skank over me!’ She yelled ‘___ never cheated on me. You did. This is the third time ive caught you cheating im done. DONE.’ He yelled ‘I never touched _____. Youve touched Blaise.’ George walked into his room dropping her bag outside the door and locked his door with magic “im telling you you dont need that girl its so black and white she’s stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she brought her nose to his shaking the memory from his head as his hand pulled her hips flush to his as she sang the chorus again “youre amazing ____” he whispered her eyes widened at the softness in his voice. A voice he’s only ever used with his girlfriend before blush creeping to her cheeks “im sorry… im sorry for everything Ladybug… i…. I understand now. I understand it I understand you” he said softly pulling her body closer to his he bit his lip “could you ever forgive me? Im so dumb” he whispered in her ear spinning her again she smiled at him

“Blue aint your color mmmm, mmm no baby come here baby let me light up your world Baby blue aint your color, blue aint your color, blue aint your color” she wrapped the mic arm around his neck foreheads together as her hand came to the back of his neck “theres that smile… that real smile…” she whispered to him “you should wear it more. Its beautiful” she felt his arms tighten again she turned slightly giving the mic away turning her attention back to him “youre beautiful.” He said she wrapped her arm around his neck again foreheads still touching his hot breath on her face “you’re beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, romantic, kind, and caring. All those love letters you helped me write. The advice you gave me for her. Keeping us together for so long. Those cheesy poems you wrote. They werent really for her were they? They were for me. You wrote them for me. Youre in love with me arent you?” Her breath caught in her throat “wipe that scared look off your face because” he breathed out opting to kiss her instead his lips brushed against hers softly when she didnt pull away he placed them fully on hers “i love you ____” he whispered against her lips “Finally” _____ whispered kissing him back “lets go home baby” George whispered into her lips again leading her out of the bar 

Fred smirked at Ginny. "you owe me ten galleons" he laughed watching ____ and his brother leave the bar "shut your face you arse" Ginny rolled her eyes as she handed him the galleons "thank you" Fred smirked

#george weasley #george weasley x fem #george weasleyxreader #george wealsey imagine #fred and george

[warmcoals]

trans dunmeshi cast

(just the ones i like basically bc im lazy)

laius - trans girl who just has Not figured it out yet. everyone hates her bc they know she's trans but she doesnt (common pretrans ailment). above and beyond special interest as we all know. her fursona is a beautiful fluffy white doggirl knight but she still has no clue bc she's never thought about gender. will not wear a dress, unlike her sister...it's not cool!

marcille - used magic at a young age to alleviate her huge dysphoria. her transition is responsible for none of the problems in her life, which just makes her even angrier. creates new problems to compensate for this (non)issue. deep voice. only other trans girls can reach her. simp 🙄

chilchuck - only a couple years into his transition, not handling it yet. manlet complex, ran away from his wife, claims he's divorced but she still likes his selfies and he's trying to figure out how to apologize. always passes but is so defensive regardless. yes, he can suck his o—

senshi - this guys the best. he's like 10 (times dwarf multiplier) years on T, he figured his life out before you knew you were trans. you wish he was your dad, he sort of is now. doesnt know a single thing about pop culture. top tier chaser

farlyn - sickly airheaded genius girl. wore a dress once as a child and refused to ever wear anything else. tried the femboy thing for a bit, realized her aptitude for nature and magic, transitioned. has softballed the trans thing to laius but she's too dumb. clocked marcille frame 1 and set her heart on that disaster...it worked. could have overcome her mind control but being a dragon is so euphoria inducing and she wants to impress her gf...once again, working.

izutsumi - aggressive babytrans nb who is so pretty and everyone loves despite their bad attitude. literally a catgirl what is there to say it's all there in the text dude. has the mean lesbian x girl tuxedo cat bond with marcille

kabru - extremely nb, sexy and beyond gender and being so annoying about it to their social advantage. has a new flirty answer every time someone asks the gender question. cycles thru presentations, is rly fond of the cropped hair. famous for hatching eggs, absolutely does not want to hatch laius' but here we are. one weakness: feminine angy helpless mages

misurn - agender, responds to all pronouns. he literally forgot that was a thing. used to wear extremely pretty feminine garb, to the delight and dismay of her loyal simps company... showed kabru old photos, caused critical psychic damage. secretly experiences just a tiny bit of euphoria when kabru refers w it/its. "why does kabru call you babygirl"

thistle - transitioned before this world even came into being and is making it everyones problem. was born, molded in the discourse, cant turn it off for even a second. their arguments are fully nonsensical but their destructive power is unparalleled. block them.

#dungeon meshi #a post

[megaphonegirlk]

❄ donna beneviento

Donna Beneviento feels at peace in the snow.

In the mountains of the village , it often snowed during the colder months. It was a time where things went quiet. When the sounds of the forest were muffled and the gently falling flakes would land and melt upon the sleeves of her dark dress, and in Angie's delicate hair. Angie would dance around among the bare branches, throwing snow in the air and cackling with childish glee as Donna watched with a gentle smile behind her veil. Once upon a time, before things had gotten so bad, Donna would take trunks of puppets and toys down to the village during the darkest days of the year to bring joy to the local children. Puppet shows by a small fire, with fresh baked treats distributed by the ever energetic Angie as Donna played out local folk tales of Miss Madelina, and gentle plays about the Lords and their various fictional exploits. Once upon a time, it was one of Donna's greatest sources of joy to see their faces as her dolls danced and played. Once the curtains closed, the dolls found new homes among the village children, There wasn't a child around who didn't know the local dollmaker and her toys as the first snow touched the trees of the unnamed village. But time passes, and things change. When Donna no longer could face the fearful looks of terrified reverence at the sight of her newest dolls and her deteriorating visage, she retreated to her family home. So now the winter is spent alone, in the quiet snowfall with Angie playing about among the graves of all those who'd left her behind. Perhaps...Perhaps Karl or Alcina would visit this year, passing through the driving snow to enjoy the beauty of the snowfall together over a cup of fresh tea. Or perhaps not. Not with the Ceremony quickly approaching. Donna was sure nobody would have time for cozonac and tea...or puppet shows by her fireplace...or an old reel of film in her study. So instead she would sit on her sister's graveside, watching the snow fall and the world turn white and still. Donna Beneviento felt at peace in the snow...and this year, she hoped that the peace could last forever.

#Donna Beneviento #Resident Evil #Resident Evil Village #prompt answers #ask answers #🪆🐍

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

hi hi ! whenever you want, could you do a request for nick jackson. maybe include some smut :) maybe base it off jealousy ? but you can do what you want with it :)

Hello, dear! I LOVE Nick and this was very fun to write so I hope you enjoy it 💋

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @cuzimacomedian , @thebestintheworld , @josiewrites , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @sxmmarie

The brutal force of the door slamming made the windows of your living room tremble. “That’s right, break all the windows, Nicholas! That’ll for sure solve everything”. His usually warm blue eyes were cold and distant.

Filled with venom and anger before Nick loosened up his tie and slammed his car keys on top of the coffee table “You know what, Y/N? Give me a FUCKING BREAK!” His sudden scream made you slightly jump in fright, being caught by surprise with the scream, the curse word and your name.

Unlike you, Nick never cursed. His heaviest form of cursing was “shit” and “frickin”. He also never screamed, or called you by your name. You were always “angel” or “angie” if he felt like shortening up the nickname, even when you had an argument, you were always “angel”. So this could only mean that he was about to explode with anger.

“Nick?” You called for him with a soft voice. His cheeks were red, jaw clenched, fists closed tight and his eyes stared at your wedding pictures on top of the fireplace. The first picture was of your church ceremony - that was planned to Nick’s liking since he always dreamed of a traditional wedding. And the second picture of your beach ceremony - your idea of a perfect wedding. The first was taken in front of the church, its beautiful architecture served as a background for the kiss Nick was placing on your forehead.

He was dressed in a dark blue suit, clean shaved, hair in a ponytail with a hand on your cheek as you leaned against his kiss, with your gigantic bright white dress and massive bridal veil falling behind your back. The second picture was a loud contrast in comparison to the first one.

This one had a beautiful orange sunset, hundreds of flowers and a crystal blue sea as a background for a bearded Nick, with his hair down, dressed only in white while holding your face and smiling against your lips.

The soft breeze blew on the hem of your long pastel blue dress, an intricate braid decorated with beautiful real roses fell on your back, your hands rested on top of Nick’s and your gaze was locked together as you also smiled against his lips. “Did you ever regret it?” Nick broke the silence, his voice was hoarse as if he held back tears while he walked towards the pictures. “No” The certainty in your voice left no room for doubt, “Did you?”. You watched Nick’s fingers softly caress both pictures before he took a deep breath “No, not at all, but…”

“But?” The fear and hurt in your whisper was evident, making Nick turn around to face you “But I was scared that might happen eventually”. The mention of the fight that took place earlier tonight brought a bitter taste to your mouth. “We didn’t have to go if you weren’t ready to face him, Nick. I would never allow anyone to force you to go”, unable to stay away from him any longer, you closed the distance between you and took his hand in yours. “I know, angel. It's just that I needed to see it for myself, you know” His blue eyes roamed your face as if he was looking for something “I needed to watch Kenny marrying Kota so I could then stop thinking he’s a-”

“Threat?” You asked softly and Nick just nodded in return. “Yeah…but when I saw him taking you to the backyard part of the venue, I couldn’t help myself. I had to follow you and… when I heard you telling him that you loved me and he continued talking about how his wedding was a mistake, how our wedding was a mistake and that you two should just run away leaving everything behind while everyone was at the party…I just lost it”.

You and Nick stared down at his split knuckles, the bleeding had eventually stopped, leaving a small pool of dried blood on each knuckle. “I’m not judging you, Nick. Trust me, I wanted to punch him myself!” Your annoyed statement earned a soft giggle from him, making you smile “I love you, but please don’t do this again. You could’ve ended your career if someone called the police”.

“And I don’t care” He whispered against your lips, “But I do!” You whispered back before placing a chaste kiss on his soft lips “Now c’mon, let’s go upstairs to get this cleaned before it gets infected”.

The digital clock on top of your white bedroom drawer had its neon green numbers blinking “2:34 am”. Neither you or Nick had been able to sleep yet, tossing and turning on the bed for over an hour now. Your bodies were mildly tired, but your minds were restless. Finally having enough, you sat on the bed and looked over at him, “What’s wrong, angel? Do you want some water?”.

You remained silent as you straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss his lips “No, Nick. I want you, please?”. His hands roamed up your thighs to your hips, he squeezed the supple meat between his fingers before turning you around so he could cover your body with his “I thought you would never ask, angel”.

#nick jackson imagine #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson #masochist headcanons #masochist writes

[justahopelessaromantic]

I can't breathe, please don't say you love me (A Poem)

Fandom: Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony and Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair AU: Medieval/Fantasy AU Ships: One-sided Tojouma (Kokichi/Kirumi) Accompanying Playlist for this Fic on Spotify and Youtube Summary: Your king has always been one to clean up after himself. At least, he has since you've been here. Normally he'd do his best to pick up the pulsating appendage and lock it back away in his chest, wiping up as much oozing red as he could. He'd cite giving you more time to focus on him as his reason, and you'd fire back that perhaps he just wanted to make your job a bit easier that day, but the mischievous sparkle in his eyes would shut you up. For now. Still. Kokichi leaving his bleeding heart on the floor he knows you clean first is the same as him leaving a crude ghost drawing at Kaito's doorstep, regardless of any innocence he feigns. He wants you to find it. The only difference is he doesn't actually mean to scare you.

He’ll be here any minute now

He’s called for no royal invitation

You’ve made no plans

But he’s already on his way

You know it

The door will groan and gag against his greasy fingers

Slamming wood against rough stone walls

Echoing across the snarling maw of the winding hall

Eager to swallow you whole

The scratches etching away over the door’s refined paint job

(Mahiru's work, you believe)

A reminder of who owns the place

The floor blooming with bruises

Caving underneath the weight of a dirty dress shoe

Tapping

Like clockwork

Scuffing pristine tile as he chases after you

(All that wide open room

Where will you hide?)

Brown smudging blinding white

Sweaty hands staining your gloves

Slimy fingers tangling in yours

Slobbering all over your tight-lipped mouth

Drool

dripping

down

to

the

floor

Pooling into the tile grooves

He’ll make a mess of everything

Of you

So you clean!

You roll up your sleeves

The bright silk digging into your forearms

(A gift from him, of course)

Cutting the circulation

(You feel as if you could puke up the blood

You'd only leave more work for yourself)

And put yourself to use

You scrub away any sense of innuendo

Pray the sparkling floors distract his wandering eye

Toss the freshly chopped firewood

Scattered around in the game of tag he “demanded”

(See: pleaded for)

So he gags at the smoke

Sick as the heat

Seeping into your shielded shoulder

From his arm

Restrained by bandages you so lovingly wrapped

Yet so invitingly naked

Coiled around your shoulder

You know,

Like he’s slick

Like the lopsided crown and newly crafted red cloak could only bury the sly little jester boy hiding underneath

Only peaking out to trick and tease you

Like you don’t keep watch for those kind of things

Pick apart intentions like you pick at grimy china dishes

Till they're white enough to smash against wiped down walls

Chipping ethereal murals

(What fine work Angie and her god do)

In grief,

And frustration,

And loneliness

The sort of loneliness you handle with worn gloves 

 Shaky hands and emboldened care

In sickness and in health

The shatter clanging against gold tableware

Leaving glass shards you’ll never stop finding in odd places

(Reminders of what you’ve wrecked)

You polish glass windows

(Let a pretty thing walk by and catch his eye

See what happens)

And the tile

Permitting your boots to clack against it

(They say a glimpse at your reflection can talk you out of plans better than your closest friend

And you're too frightened to do it anyway)

Clear the table with patience and resolve

Straighten the chairs

Careful not to scratch through your hard work

You look filthy and disheveled in comparison

You hope it covers up all that beauty he finds in you 

Your palpable fear buried by the tight-lipped smile and droopy eyes

Underneath the blood, sweat, and tears

You've smeared all across your face

And when you still hear no clatter of doors

You will dust off the throne

(He will plop down

Bouncing on red velvet

Kicking his feet

And drag you down with him

Only tugging harder when you move to stand

You both will relish in the warmth of your meal and each other)

Set the table for two

(Checkered place mats

And no complicated utensil systems

Just how he likes it)

And pour poset ale

Older than you

And call for Ibuki

To let the favorites you share with him

Float in the background

And Ruraka

To bake “freaky little peasant horse bread”

(Such a way with words he has

Not a good one, mind you

Just a way)

 The ones he insists on sharing with you each morning

Until busy, achy feet finally land

Square against the doorframe

(To distract your nerves

Of course)

Waiting

Rudely clean air waiting back at you

…

…

...

…

…

…

…

...

He’s requested so much of you since your arrival

(A tad ungrateful

Considering you only work for a roof under your head and a way to spend your time)

Ruling advice

Ring around the Rosie

Courtship assistance

Tic tac toe

Guidance exploring the town

Hide and seek

Kisses for good luck

(His words

Not yours)

Bedtime stories

You’ve served him without hesitation

(Whether out of duty or desire

You’re too petrified to know)

Each order verbally signed off with an “Of course, my lord”

He’d dramatically wave away

You will lay down your life for him in battle if he orders it

(He won't

Would scold you for even thinking it

It would only draw an unnecessary smile out of you)

Even rip out your balled hand from its tight grip on your gown

To offer it in marriage

If truly necessary

The demon child resting on his shoulder

Wines at him to take

And take

And take

All his growing soul thinks it needs

You have only the few constricting desires

Sewn into the borders of your heart

The lace so delicate

You find it easy to ignore the brush against your ribcage

As your

Still

Late at night

Esteemed royalty nestled between your chest

The fireplace crackling louder than your careless whispers

Empty wine bottles

Sitting at his bedside

Watching you

In eager anticipation

Stray embers tickling the arms wrapped tightly around him

His nimble, calloused hands dig into your open skin

Blood trailing down your gown

(You offer to scrub it out of the carpet come morning

He says the carpet stain can be a reminder of your talks

And how could you sneak out of bed that early

Just to let him wake up alone,

You cruel mistress!)

He plays doctor

The white wine you’ve poured and he’s offered acts as middle age anesthesia

Filthy, jagged fingernails

(Bound to infect your willing immune system

With trickery and lies

You'll pocket

Just in case)

Gingerly drag each thread out of its meticulous stitching

Tickling and kneading the offending origin with each gentle tug

Weaving each mortifying need

Into a growing tapestry

Hung above his bedside

He tends to it every day

With a spot right next to him at the banquet table

Mandatory playtime breaks

Careless affectionate touches

(Unbecoming in his case

Unprofessional in yours)

A place in his bed

Chess he “totally let you win, anyway!”

Unwanted help in the kitchen

And with greeting guests

And cleaning

And organizing

And anything to silence the rude question he found neatly embroidered on your heart

Lovingly tracing over it with his thumb

Tearfully trying to kiss it better 

(You handle his scraped knees the same)

“What else can I do to help?”

How dare anything

Anyone!

Ask that of you?

He laments

One bratty night

Empty champagne glasses

Diligently washed and packed away

(Why leave his buzzing mind visual clutter?

Brutal peace negotiations have worn him out well enough)

After all you do for us!

He cries

He calls for you to tuck him in

(You suspect the “us” is mostly him

But his pride is a silly, wounded thing

The only thing you enjoy nurturing)

Today you’ve poured your everything into your presentation

All your concern and trust and care

All you know how to give

Into your hospitality

If there’s any magical force out there watching over you

(And with all the wild and overbearing magic this kingdom runs into

There might as well be)

You hope and pray it’s enough for his aching heart

It is

Just this once

#fanfiction #danganronpa #tojouma #drv3 #kirumi tojo #drv3 kirumi #danganronpa kirumi #drv3 kokichi #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa v3 #dr v3 #v3 #friendship #poem #poetry #long poem #long poetry #angst #contemplation #contemplative #feelings #unrequited love #complicated relationships #emotional #medevial au #fantasy au #au

[litgwritersroom]

Ok so ik this is random but as I doubt we are getting a reunion I have this vision of Mc and Angie going to the reunion but it’s karaoke don’t ask me why and they sing say you’ll be there by spice girls

SAY YOU'LL BE THERE

Angie/MC - 2300+ words - @crimswnred

One year after winning the show, Angie and Hazel go to a karaoke reunion party with the other former islanders!

read more about Angie and Hazel here:

You can hear it in the silence | You can feel it on your way home | You can see it with the lights out | You are in love. True love.

Angie squeezed Hazel's hand, the same one that had the friendship bracelet she did for her so long ago circling her wrist. By now, she was used to the format of their hands together and how soft Hazel's hands were in comparison to hers. She was an artist, after all. She had soft hands, a lovely heart and a sharp mind that always amazed Angie.

"We are almost there," Hazel whispered to Angie, her words sounding like sweet music in her ears.

Angie turned to Hazel, her eyes sparkling with the borderline lights of the streets and her freckles hiding in the dark of the night. Her long, brunette hair fell down her back like cascades, nothing like the short strands that stubbornly escaped Angie's hairdo. In every way Angie was flawed, Hazel was perfect.

How they ended up together was beyond her.

When they won the reality show, the 50 thousand pounds and their 15 seconds of fame, Angie felt like the real prize was Hazel. How did she find someone so supportive, a best friend and a lover in the same person? Someone she could trust with her life and tell her secret – the deep shit that she only would share with her sisters. She was luckier than most, she knew that. And god, how she appreciated it.

Loving Hazel was so easy that it came to her like second nature. Now, being a year and a few months together, Angie was sure she couldn't love anyone else. At least not so honest and real like she loved Hazel. 

"Can't wait to see everyone else," Angie smiled at Hazel as if she held the world in her hands.

"Me neither." 

The Uber driver turned around the corner, stopping in front of the karaoke bar Kelly had rented for them. She had barely stayed more than 20 minutes in the show but she was the one most enthusiastic about the reunion. "We should rent the entire bar," she had suggested on the group chat and they just went with it.

But now, looking at the empty establishment, it did look a little exaggerated.

Hazel and Angie hopped out of the car, Hazel's black sparkly mini skirt shined against the place's neon lights and she looked so beautiful with her spaghetti strap black top tucked inside of it. Angie had tried her best to match her, with dark trousers and a white buttoned-up shirt also tucked in, but she would never look so beautiful. No one could.

"Angie! Hazel!" They heard a voice as they got closer.

Kelly eagerly hugged them, squealing with absolute joy. She had a pink glowing tiara on the top of her head that weirdly matched her blue velvet dress that accentuated her eyes. She broke the hug, still smiling at them.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you came!" She looked between them. "Come on, come on, everyone is already here! We are just waiting for you guys and Kobi!"

Angie doubted Kobi would ever show up. For the last few months – after a long time of healing and therapy – Kobi had been taking Angie's younger sister, Aparna, to different dates and now, even if Angie thought it to be strange at first, they looked stronger than most couples she knew. 

She guided them inside, talking non-stop about how her bakery had taken off and that she would love to visit their flat one day, if they were up to that, of course. When they finally met the rest of the islanders – who were all clustered on a corner that evidenced how empty the bar was even more – she clapped her hands.

"Let's start this party, everyone!"

The islanders greeted both Angie and Hazel with warm smiles and sweet words. At least, almost all of them.

Thabi and James – the couple Hazel and Angie saw the most after the end of their season – kissed their cheeks and hugged them tightly. Cora and Najuma – who looked cosier side to side than the last time Angie had seen them – also greeted them energetically, as well as Hazeem, Will, Youcef, Valentina and Tom.

Lexi, Juliet and Tiffany were a little bit less friendly about it but polite anyway. Angie could understand why Lexi and Juliet would be more distant but she didn't expect the cold shoulder from Tiffany. They were not the best of friends in the Villa but they kept a good relationship until the end.

But Bruno barely looked at them. Angie knew he was still hurting over the fact Hazel had ditched him after the #DylanGate (also known by some as her #LesbiHonest moment which was funny, but that was not the point) but she couldn't believe he would still be bitter about it.

It's been a year, mate, get a hold of yourself.

Kelly clapped again, this time being sure she got their attention, and she jumped onto the stage, grabbing the microphone. "Ok, if no one else wants to go first, I'll do the honours."

She grabbed the little tablet over one of the speakers and scrolled on it. Angie sat down with Hazel, hugging her waist and bringing her closer, the familiar summer scent and peachy skin making her feel comfortable.

"Oh!" Kelly exclaimed on the stage. "This one is perfect!"

A familiar melody started playing on the speakers and next to Angie, Hazel clapped to the song, hyping up Kelly the best she could. The song's lyrics started to show behind her as a projection of the karaoke machine in front of her.

"I come home in the morning light my mother says when you're gonna live your life right? Oh mommy dear, we're not the fortunate ones. And girls, they wanna have fun, oh, girls just wanna have fun." 

Kelly sang, spinning around with the microphone in her hands as the islanders giggled and clapped along. She got closer to Hazel, pointing her mic at her to sing the next part.

Hazel laughed, hanging her head back and clapping her hands like she always did when she was embarrassed. She shook her head but Kelly only nodded with a grin and pushed the mic further. 

"The phone rings in the middle of the night," Hazel sang, her voice so beautifully in tune that would leave a bird envious. "My father asks what you gonna do with your life? Oh daddy, dear, you know you're still number one but girls, they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just wanna have fun."

The islanders clapped again, Kelly going back to the middle of the stage, twirling around and laughing as she sang the rest of the song. Angie leaned forward, whispering to Hazel's ear: "Your voice is so fucking beautiful."

Hazel smiled at her, scrunching her nose and shaking her head slightly as she slipped her hand to Angie's. God, what did she do to have her by her side? Because she would do it again and again and again just to have her forever.

They watched as Kelly jumped across the stage screaming the words to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" at the top of her lungs in an insanely high pitch that somehow fitted her. It wasn't the best karaoke performance Angie had ever seen but it was fun enough to make her glad she came.

"I'll sing something for you then!" Hazel giggled and walked to Kelly.

Angie could feel her cheeks burning slightly as the eyes of the other islanders studied her reaction but she kept her eyes glued to her. The love of her life.

The beat dropped and Angie flipped her hair to the side, making the islanders clap and shout. She smiled, spying on the karaoke machine as she also tried to eye Angie. Her hand raised a bit, just like her face, and now it felt like she was singing just for Angie.

Hazel smiled as the words fell out of her mouth in sweet tones and melody. "Never had so much faith in love or miracles. Never wanna put my heart on the line. But swimming in your water's something spiritual. I'm born again every time you spend the night. 'Cause your sex takes me to paradise, yeah, your sex takes me to paradise and it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah. 'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven…"

"For too long…" the islanders sang back. 

Like one of the hundred stars in the sky, Hazel sparkled as she danced around the stage, giggling between words as her sweet voice echoed inside the karaoke bar. It was safe to say every single one of the islanders were mesmerised by her voice and performance.

After Hazel was done with her song and watched everyone applauding her with starry eyes, Angie was sure that, if she could ask Hazel to be her girlfriend again, she would.

"Did you like it?" Hazel asked as soon as she sat down next to Angie. She looked tired, but the smile on her face was priceless.

"I loved it," Angie answered in a whisper, kissing her on the cheeks, not minding if she was sweaty from all the jumping on stage. "I love you."

"I love you too."

After that, it was song after song. Lexi and Hazeem sang an interesting version of Total Eclipse of The Heart – and Angie still couldn't see how they were still trying to date but Hazeem looked happy and Lexi looked… better – right after Hazel and Thabi tried her luck with a very sweet Taylor Swift song that Angie didn't know the name of.

Bruno did an off-key version of I Will Always Love You that stung Angie a bit, especially because he kept looking over their table. She tried to ignore it but it was clear as the sky that he meant something with it and Valentina must have noticed it too because she sang her Dua Lipa song very angrily.

When it was Angie's turn, she decided to put herself a little more out there for Hazel. She fiddled through the song list, trying to see if one of them would catch her eyes and suddenly she stumbled across the perfect song. 

She took a deep breath and pressed play.

"She plays the fiddle in an Irish band but she fell in love with an English bird, kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand. Said, baby, I just wanna dance."

"Oh, no!" She heard Hazel laughing from their table and smiled. She knew her girlfriend would love it, after all, Hazel was a Galway Girl herself. Angie wanted to sing it while looking at her but she had to keep an eye on the lyrics. God, that was a fast song.

"I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar, she shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar. She asked me: what does it mean, the Gaelic ink on your arm? Said it was one of my friend's songs, do you want to drink on?"

The islanders started to clap along, following the beat that came from all the speakers. Angie was now singing louder, getting more and more comfortable with the lyrics. 

"She took Hazeem as a chaser, Tom for the fun. She got Youcef on the table with Willem riding a shotgun. Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar. Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance."

Angie could hear them laughing as she went on. When the song was over, everyone was clapping again and Hazel was standing, wolf-whistling with her cheeks painted in pink. 

The night kept going like that as the islanders drank and chatted about their lives. Will was having another exposition that weekend, Valentina was constantly being called by brands, James got a deal to publish his new romance and Kelly was finally leaving the little town she lived in. There were more songs and cheers throughout the night but neither Angie nor Hazel sang again.

That's until Kelly asked them to get on the stage.

"Pleaseeeeee," Kelly pouted. 

"It's getting late, Kels, we should go home…" Angie said, averting her pleading eyes.

"Don't be like that, Anj!" Hazel told her, hugging her arm. "We should do a duet, all the couples did."

This was all Thabi and James' fault that just had to do a redemption of Barbie Girl by Aqua together, triggering the couples to all do their own duets.

And how could Angie ever tell Hazel "no." Have you seen Hazel? It was impossible to say no to her!

"Fine," Angie tried to sound mad but God, how could she ever? Instead, she bit down a smile.

"C'mon, we are doing Spice Girls!"

They stood in front of the karaoke machine side by side, hand to hand. Angie took a deep breath as the first lyrics for the song started showing on the screen.

"Oh, say you'll be there, I'm giving you everything, all that joy can bring, this I swear, ow," they sang together as Hazel squeezed her hand.

She turned to face Angie, her microphone in her hands as the words to the song slipped out of her lips as if she had written them herself. "Last time that we had this conversation. I decided we should be friends, yeah. But now, we're going 'round in circles. Tell me will this déjà vu never end? No!" 

Angie felt the rhythm taking over her body as she moved side by side in sync with the song. "And now you tell me that you're falling in love. Well, I never ever thought that would be, hey. This time, you gotta take it easy. Throwing far too much emotions at me."

With a smile so big she couldn't hold it back, Angie turned to face her girlfriend. "But any fool can see they're falling."

"I gotta make you understand…"

The song went on and on, Angie's heartbeat syncing with it as the words became a sort of oath between them. All the love they felt for each other embraced them in their own little personal bubble and suddenly, there was no one else in the bar, in the world.

All there were was Hazel, Angie and their love for each other.

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