#((and that she deserves to feel safe and be protected just like anyone else! it's heartbreaking))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Are you alright, miss? ... Are you alright, miss? ... Are you alright, miss? ...

For what seemed like an eternity, Susannah didn't even register her savior's words, still reeling from...well, she wasn't sure what. Was it the attack itself, or being rescued that had stunned her, so much so that she was sitting frozen on the ground, trying to make sense of what had just happened to her?

Or...was she reeling because she realized, in that moment, just who had come to her aid?

Philippe de Clair?!

At that moment, Susannah snapped back into reality, her head jerking this way and that-to the direction her attacker had gone in, vanishing into the night, then back to Philippe, his injuries standing out like beacons in the darkness. Her heart jolted, her brow furrowed, her jaw dropped, and were it not for the fact that her father would come back to haunt her, she very nearly blasphemed right there in the street.

Muttering out a string of bewildered gibberish (something along the lines of "what in God's name did you do?!"), Susannah rushed to Philippe's side and rushed to help him to his feet before hustling as quickly as she could manage to get him to her house, trying not to trip over the skirts of her dress as she got him through the door and to her darkened kitchen, helping him into one of the dining room chairs before she rushed off down the halls and up the stairs, returning with a battered old first aid kit.

And as she began to patch him up, she couldn't help but ramble as she worked, shaking her head as she grumbled tensely and without a second thought, "I can't believe you did that...what on Earth were you thinking, doing that?! Getting yourself hurt like this, and for what? For what?!"

[cinnamanz]

# ONLY ON CAMERA — chapter forty!

when katseye's main dancer daniela avanzini accidentally throws shade at chart-topping singer y/n l/n on an interview, the internet erupts in chaos. with y/n already in hot waters with the press over her latest scandal, both their pr teams scramble for damage control. the solution? a 'picture-perfect' fake relationship to turn the headlines in their favor.

wc: 1573 (highly recommended to be read, very crucial to the story)

HEAVY

DANIELA HAD KNOWN LOVE.

it came in the way her parents' feet shuffled with the practiced grace of professionals across the tiles of their living room, their bodies swaying to the spanish song playing softly in the background. her father’s hand would rest on her mother’s waist as if she might slip away, while her mother’s fingers brushed his cheek in a silent reassurance that she was still there.

they danced as though the world beyond the walls didn’t exist, as if this fragile moment could hold off the weight of everything waiting outside, a memory to frame and look back on. every step they took was a promise, every touch a reminder of love that hadn’t faded.

it was beautiful, she always thought whenever she watched them dance—a glimpse into her parents’ past. but that didn’t stop her from wondering if she’d ever find someone who could hold her with that same gentle certainty—or if she was destined to only know love through someone else’s story.

she knew love.

love was a friend, a familiar face.

love became someone she could turn to whenever troubles started to arise, became arms she could run to and bury herself in. love started to become limiting. 

it was love the first time her ex told her not to go out with her friends. “i just worry about you,” he had said, brushing her hair behind her ear, his eyes soft and voice wrapped in concern. “they don’t care about you like i do.” 

she’d hesitated, her phone still in hand, but then he’d pulled her close, his arms encircling her like a shield, protective. obsessive. “stay with me tonight,” he whispered. “let me take care of you.” and she did. of course she did.

it became a pattern. “they’re not good for you.” “you don’t need anyone else.” “i just want to keep you safe.” it was love—the way he wanted her all to himself, how fiercely he cared.

but sometimes, at night, when the world was quiet and she was left alone with her thoughts, she’d stare at the ceiling and feel the weight of it all. it wasn’t loneliness—he was always there, she was never alone—but something just as hollow, something she couldn’t name laid on the pit of her stomach. she buried it deep, as usual.

because love was supposed to hurt a little, wasn’t it? that was love. that’s what it was.

love showered her with affection, sweet words that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. “you’re everything to me,” he whispered, pulling her closer, his eyes soft with love. “i need you.”

but the moment she let her guard down, the truth came crashing like bricks. messages on his phone, photos of another woman, his arm around her waist, his smile too wide she was sure it hurt. 

and when she confronted him, he recoiled, eyes wide with faux confusion. “you’re paranoid,” he snapped. “after everything i’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?”

she hesitated, guilt twisting in her stomach. was she paranoid?

he pulled her into his arms, pressing her so close she couldn’t breathe, his grip desperate. “don’t listen to the lies,” he murmured. “i swear, they’re all lies. that’s all there is to it. i love you. you’re the only one for me.” his words slipped into her mind like poison, drowning out everything else.

but she could still see the photos in the back of her mind, the unanswered questions gnawing at her. maybe she was overreacting. maybe he didn’t mean it. this is love.

he looked at her with glassy eyes. “i don’t deserve this.” and she pulled him closer, her chest aching, knowing he was right. that was love.

love apologized. love always did. “i’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft, trembling. “i never meant to hurt you. i love you, and i’ll do anything to prove it.” his hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing away her tears. “you have to believe me, i’m not like them. i just get confused sometimes, but i swear, it’s only you.”

she wanted to believe him. the way his eyes searched hers, desperate for her to see how sincere he was. he loved her, didn’t he? 

but nothing changed. she should’ve known.  the same pattern played out over and over like a mantra—more late nights, more secrecy, more broken promises disguised in apologies. he’d say, “i’ll be better, i swear it. just trust me, please.”

and she wanted to. she really did. she loved him. she did. but each time, she felt a little smaller. the words lost their meaning, the apologies hollow. why was it always her fault?

the guilt would settle over her like a heavy blanket. “you’re the one always pushing me away,” he’d whisper, his voice breaking. “if you just trusted me, this wouldn’t keep happening. you’re the one who makes me mess up.” no.

she pulled him closer, the weight of his words sinking into her chest. she could feel it all—the suffocating love, the never-ending cycle. but the thought of losing him felt like losing everything. he loved her, didn’t he?

and so, she forgave love again. because love was supposed to forgive.

love snapped, patience running thin. “you’re such a fucking burden,” he spat, his eyes hard and cold. “why can’t you just be normal? why can’t you just trust me?” he threw his hands up in frustration, the words cutting through her like shards of glass. “god, daniela! i do everything for you, and this is how you repay me? jesus, you make me feel like shit!”

she froze, the sting of his words locking her in place. every inch of her felt heavy, drowning in the weight of his anger. she’d been here before—over and over—but this time it felt different. it felt final. desperation clawed up her throat, voice strangled and small as she tried to speak up.

“i-” nothing came out.

the silence between them was deafening. she couldn’t move. couldn’t speak. couldn’t even breathe. this was love. she had begged, pleaded for him to change, for this to stop. but it never did. foolish. every time she thought she was leaving, he’d pull her back in with soft words and promises, only for it to be worse than before, for love to be unrecognisable.

she was trapped in this cycle of love and hate, of apologies and cruelty. maybe she deserved it. she knew what she was getting herself into. she did this to herself.

“you think i’d want to be with someone like you?” he sneered. “you’re lucky i even stay.”

the words twisted in her chest, a knot that wouldn’t loosen. a knot that tightened every passing second. she couldn’t leave him. she couldn’t even imagine being without him, not after everything. he was all she had.

so, she stayed. that was love.

then she met y/n. that irritating woman she’d been paired up with for a pr relationship to deal with scandals that could overthrow both their careers. she was annoying and weird, to say the least. always pestering her with questions like, ‘how was ur day?’ or ‘can we meet up for coffee?’ daniela wasn’t a fool. she knew what the woman was playing at.

so she indulged it. well, mostly because she had to. then, came to the point where this woman shamelessly threw money away for her, buying hundreds worth of pastries for her and her group whenever they’d go out, to spending $1700 towards books that would take her a year to finish with her busy schedule. ('love' never did that for her.)

was that love? the thought had inched itself into her head, settling in the crevices of her mind. was that love? the gestures felt like love. maybe it was love. but it wasn’t real. it was too much, too fast, like a tidal wave of affection meant to drown her, to make her feel like she owed something in return. and she did. she owed y/n everything for the time, for the gifts, for the effort. but she didn’t want it. she wanted space. distance. something real.

but daniela couldn’t pull away. not yet. she wanted to keep y/n around a little while longer. 

now, as daniela sat in the passenger seat of y/n’s car, the woman’s hand, gentle and warm, reached over and placed itself over daniela’s curled fist, still clenched in her lap, as though afraid to let go. the touch was soft, almost hesitant, but it was real. 

y/n squeezed her hand—once, twice, three times—and each squeeze was a lifeline, a promise, something daniela had been longing for. the simple act of being held. of being seen.

was that love? is this love?

it was the kind of question that made her stomach twist. love had never been this quiet, this still. love had always been loud, demanding, filled with heavy expectations and pain. but this? this felt different. too different. it felt right. for the first time in what felt like years, daniela allowed herself to believe—that, even for just one moment, that was love. y/n was love.

y/n didn’t say anything. didn’t have to. her hand was enough, the silence between them more than words ever could be. and for a fleeting second, daniela let herself believe she could stay, that she could let herself be loved, get attached, without fear. so for now, she closed her eyes, letting the warmth of y/n’s hand soothe her worries and bring her to another day.

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[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar characters and getting mad over silly, silly things

these are the things the characters get mad over, except they are super silly. 

This is a short one!

i.e. the only times they ever get mad at you, but it’s not toxic ❤️

Azriel

Just let this man zip your dresses up. He gets you want to be “independent” but just, let him zip the damn dresses. 

He also loves lacing up your corsets. 

He’ll press a kiss between your shoulder blades. Kiss the spot between your neck and shoulder. 

He loves the intimacy within the action, loves knowing that you are for him. 

Wrapping you up as a gift is just a plus. 

Cassian 

He gets mad when you open a door for yourself. He will race you to the door. Even shove you out of the way. 

it’s the gentlemen-like thing to do. 

He loves seeing your ass when you walk past him. 

He doesn’t want his babydoll lifting a finger. 

Rhysand 

if you don't let this man pull out your chair at a dinner table or function…. 

What a pouty bitch. 

It’s a simple claim of “they’re mine.” But also he just simply loves doing it. He loves to help you whenever he can, even if it’s something small like pulling out your chair. 

Plus, when he does it, he usually kisses your head or brushes his fingertips across your shoulders, making you shiver. 

Feyre 

Don’t you ever do your nails yourself. 

She loves working on a smaller canvas and painting your nails intricate designs is like therapy to her. She loves doing cheesy things like putting your initials together in a heart. 

Morrigan 

Let her do your makeup. It brings her so much joy to just stare at your face when you aren’t looking. It’s the one time she doesn’t feel like a creep doing it even though you’re her wife. 

When you close your eyes as she dusts some sparkly shadow across your lid, it making your skin tone pop.

And if you’re dark skinned? with metallic colors? That would kill her. 

Amren 

Putting your jewelry on for you. She’s a simple woman, just let her do your jewelry. You have hundreds nearing thousands of pieces she has given you. 

She knows what compliments your skin, or what looks good with an outfit. As well as what gems you like the most and what metals irritate your skin. 

When she puts your necklace around you, she’ll kiss the spot on your neck where the clasp is.  

Nesta 

She loves closing the clasp on your heels and tying your shoes. 

It’s the only time anyone will see her bow to someone else.  (besides the bedroom but they don’t see that). 

If you do it yourself, she literally makes you undo them, or she undos them, then she redoes it. She’ll be damned if you buckle your own shoes. While she’s down there, she’ll press a kiss to your thigh, calf, inner knee, ankle. Whatever she feels like.

Elain 

She loves doing your hair. Even brushing it after a bath, she doesn’t want you doing it. She wants to do it. 

She loves weaving flowers through it, braiding, any type of style. It’s therapy for her, to just sit there and play with her girl's hair. 

Lucien 

He doesn’t like you doing ‘boy jobs’, as in the dishes or some ridiculous shit like that. 

It’s not that he thinks you’re incapable it’s just, you’re his spouse you deserve better than taking out the trash! 

The definition of “my hands look like this, so theirs look like this” but again, not in a toxic way. Just a “my baby is my baby and i’ll be damned if they lift a finger.”

Eris 

He gets mad when you refuse to let him walk on the more dangerous side of a sidewalk or sleep in the spot closest to the door so he can protect you better if need be. 

He’s a natural protector and you are the love of his life. He’s not going to put you in danger even though you’ve told him nobody is waiting outside the bedroom door to kill you. 

But, you can never be too safe. 

Tarquin

Washing your hair, it’s really therapeutic for him to wash your hair. Even if you get embarrassed because if you have a flaky scalp it embarrasses you. But he loves just taking care of you. 

Nothing with him is embarrassing. Every hair wash day he’s there with your products as well as adding his own new thing, such as a mask or new leave in product.

[rose24207]

I. LOVE. MAFIA. LANDO. 🥵

Can I please request where the reader and Lando dated but lando broke up with her because he wanted to keep her safe, heartbroken and angry reader goes on date with a guy she met while shopping but what she didn't know was this guy an enemy of Lando and Lando being himself didn't stop loving reader and kinda stalks her with secrety camera everywhere she goes and his men looking after her from a far and when they tell Lando who they saw asking reader on date and her agreeing he goes to her house angry but reader just doesn't care and that's when Lando tells her everything. And a happy ending, please.

If he gets too close…

Summary: Lando breaks up with you to keep you safe from his dangerous world, but when you unknowingly agree to a date with one of his enemies, his protective instincts override his restraint, forcing him to confront both his feelings and the secrets he’s kept from you.

Genre: Mafia!Lando

TW: Mafia, breakup, stalking

A/N: et voilà! There you go!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The night Lando broke up with you was one of the worst nights of your life.

You remembered the way he stood in the dimly lit living room, his hands in his pockets, his expression distant. It felt as though the air between you had frozen solid. His usual warmth—the soft eyes, the small smiles—was gone.

“It’s over, Y/N.”

His voice was cold, resolute. It felt like a punch to the chest.

“What?” you whispered, disbelief rendering you breathless.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Lando said, avoiding your eyes. “It’s not safe—for you. I thought I could make it work, but I can’t. You deserve better.”

You stepped closer, your voice trembling. “What are you talking about? I don’t need better, Lando. I need you.”

He flinched at your words but shook his head, jaw tightening. “This world I’m in—it’s dangerous, Y/N. I can’t keep pretending that I can protect you from it. The people I deal with… they’d hurt you just to get to me.”

“So what?” you shot back, tears streaming down your face. “You think breaking up with me will keep me safe? That I’ll just stop loving you because you’re scared?”

He closed his eyes, as though your words physically hurt him, but when he opened them again, his resolve was ironclad.

“You have to move on,” he said, his voice like stone. “Forget about me.”

And then, without another word, he left.

Heartbroken and angry, you tried your best to piece your life back together. You threw yourself into work, met up with friends, and tried to forget the ache in your chest every time you thought of Lando.

One afternoon, while shopping in the city, a stranger approached you. He was handsome, charming, and persistent. You’d brushed him off at first, but after weeks of wallowing, you decided to give it a chance.

“Why not?” you said with a small smile when he asked you out for coffee.

You didn’t notice the man in the corner of the café, pretending to read a newspaper. You didn’t see the subtle nod he gave to someone outside. You certainly didn’t know that Lando’s eyes were on you the entire time, watching through the discreet camera feeds he had set up around your apartment and the places you frequented.

The sight of you sitting across from another man felt like a knife twisting in Lando’s chest. He stared at the monitor in his office, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

“Who is he?” Lando asked, his voice low and dangerous.

One of his men cleared his throat nervously. “We’ve identified him, sir. His name is Matteo Costa. He’s connected to the Mancini family.”

Lando’s blood ran cold. The Mancinis were one of his biggest rivals—a dangerous, ruthless crime family. The thought of you being anywhere near one of them sent a surge of fury through him.

“She doesn’t know who he is,” Lando muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

“No, sir,” the man confirmed. “It seems like a coincidence. She met him while shopping.”

Lando stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “I want eyes on her at all times. If he gets too close…” His voice trailed off, the threat unspoken but clear.

The man nodded. “Understood.”

When Lando showed up at your apartment later that night, you weren’t surprised. You’d expected anger, but the intensity in his eyes startled you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms defensively.

He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence overwhelming. “I need to talk to you.”

You scoffed, trying to mask the sting of seeing him after so long. “Now you want to talk? After you told me to move on?”

“Who was the man you were with today?” Lando demanded, his voice sharp.

You blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“The man,” Lando repeated, stepping closer. “At the café. Who was he?”

Your confusion quickly turned to anger. “Why does it matter? You don’t get to act possessive after breaking my heart, Lando.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” he said through gritted teeth.

You laughed bitterly. “Protect me? From what? From you?”

“From him,” Lando snapped. “He’s not who you think he is, Y/N. Matteo Costa works for the Mancinis. He’s dangerous.”

You froze, the weight of his words sinking in. “What are you talking about?”

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This is why I left, Y/N. My world is filled with people like him—people who would hurt you just to get to me. I thought if I stayed away, you’d be safe.”

“And what? You’ve been stalking me ever since?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

“Yes,” Lando admitted without hesitation. “Because I couldn’t stop. Because I can’t stop caring about you.”

You stared at him, torn between anger and disbelief. “You think this justifies what you did? Breaking my heart and then spying on me?”

“I never stopped loving you,” Lando said quietly, his eyes searching yours. “Everything I’ve done was to keep you safe.”

“You can’t keep doing this, Lando,” you said, your voice breaking. “You can’t just show up and tell me what to do. You don’t get to control my life anymore.”

“I’m not trying to control you,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m trying to protect you. Matteo isn’t some random guy. He’s a threat.”

“I didn’t know that!” you shot back. “All I knew was that someone finally showed interest in me after you left me shattered. What was I supposed to do? Sit around waiting for you to change your mind?”

Lando’s expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Well, you didn’t,” you said, tears streaming down your face. “You hurt me more than anyone ever has.”

Lando reached out, hesitating before brushing a tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I thought I was protecting you, but I see now that I was wrong.”

The next day, Lando didn’t waste any time. He arranged a meeting with Matteo, making it clear that their interaction wouldn’t be civil.

“Stay away from her,” Lando growled, his fists clenched.

Matteo smirked, unfazed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lando stepped closer, his voice dangerously low. “If you so much as look at her again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The tension in the room was palpable, but Matteo finally relented, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. Message received.”

When Lando returned to your apartment that night, he looked exhausted but relieved.

“What did you do?” you asked, your voice wary.

“I took care of it,” he said simply, sitting beside you. “Matteo won’t bother you again.”

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. “I don’t know what to do with you, Lando.”

“Just let me love you,” he said softly, taking your hand in his. “Let me make it right.”

You looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes breaking down your walls. Despite everything, you still loved him.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Lando’s smile was small but genuine, and as he pulled you into his arms, you felt the weight of the past few weeks begin to lift.

Whatever the future held, you knew one thing for certain: Lando Norris was yours, and he would protect you at all costs.

Thank you for reading!

[lexirosewrites]

Eddie starts courting Steve not long after Starcourt "burns down" and he picks him up off the side of the road. He was bloody and confused and dead on his feet but still trying to walk his way home since his keys were still in the bunker and the government said he had to give the Tod Father back to the original owner.

Eddie finds him, takes him in somewhat reluctantly, and falls head over heels in the process of nursing the Omega back to health.

Steve was happy to be courted, but he had three conditions. One, Eddie wasn't allowed to ask about what really happened to Steve at the mall. He knows it couldn't have been a fire, but he can't ask. Two, Eddie needs to meet the kids and Robin and be ok with their presence in both their lives. He needs to understand that sometimes they will take priority. And three, Eddie needs to stop dealing. Steve doesn't really mind the drugs so much as he isn't willing to see his Alpha's future go down the drain because he gets caught, let alone have to see him get thrown in jail on trumped-up charges after they've become attached. With Hopper gone, he's less likely to get by with a warning the next time someone catches him.

Eddie agrees readily, with the contingency that he will start seriously looking for a part-time job and quit dealing as soon as he gets one. He understands why Steve is worried, but he doesn't deal for fun. The bills need to be paid and Wayne is already breaking his back to make ends meet.

With both sides satisfied, they begin their courtship.

Neither of them has ever been so happy. Both of them have struggled in their own way to find love and ended up believing that maybe there wasn't anyone out there for them. Steve had been through more than one drop in his life, making him wary, but Eddie had a way of holding him that made him feel safe to fall again. Eddie has always been shunned, and no Omega has ever considered him to be a viable option, let alone The One. Steve looks at him with such love and adoration, filling every room with the scent of content Omega.

The only thing is, Eddie never stopped dealing.

He did what he said he would. He meets the kids, takes them under his wing along with Steve, and befriends Robin as much as she will let him. She's a little protective of Steve, but she's warmed up to Eddie in her own way. He never asks questions even when he gets woken up at 2am to the feeling of Steve thrashing around in bed next to him, whimpering about things Eddie doesn't understand. He even gets a job. He makes money under the table assisting at Berry's Car Repair on Main Street three days a week.

But the money isn't good enough. Eddie wants to be a good Alpha. The best Alpha. Doesn't ever want to give Steve a reason to leave and find someone else. Wants Steve to be showered in all the nice gifts he deserves. He knows Steve isn't with him for the money or the lavish courting gifts, but he also knows that his Omega has expensive tastes and the look Steve gives him when he presents him with a large cashmere blanket for his nest or a tin of the fancy face cream he ran out of the week before makes the lie feel more than worth it.

Because, really, it's not that big a deal is it? He doesn't get a real paycheck, just a wad of cash at the end of the day. He only deals in the woods behind the school, appointments only, and then sneaks the money into his envelope with the money Berry gives him at the end of his shift so Steve is none the wiser. He's as safe as he can be and he's making Steve happy with the extra money that doesn't have to go to Wayne. It's only until he graduates, he says to himself, just until he can get a full-time job and make it big with his band and really dote on his future mate.

It's fine.

It's all fine.

Until Chrissy Cunningham flags him down. Until she asks for a little bit of ketamine to help her relax. Until he's on the run, out of his mind, because he just saw something impossible. Something terrible.

Until he's slamming his Omega up against the wall of a dirty boathouse he's not supposed to have the keys to anymore.

noooooo 😭

[mossangelll]

good luck on your exams! would love to hear some vi or sevika yandere headcanons

thank you so much!! my exams are starting this week and i’m pretty nervous >.<

i won’t go into too much detail, so if you’d ever want smth more detailed just drop an ask and i’ll (eventually lol) get to it :3

Yandere!Vi

one of the more ‘sane’ yanderes

tries her best to avoid kidnapping you; whilst her feelings for you are anything but normal, she still wants to feel like she’s in a relatively normal relationship with you

charms the pants off you with no trouble at all

you genuinely wouldn’t know anything was wrong with her - she seems so put together

you say yes to being her partner and that’s when you notice how controlling she can be

vi is smart enough to make sure that her less desirable tendencies don’t show up until you’re deeply entrenched in the relationship

it’s all peaches and cream until she’s punching the wall next to your head because you dared to talk to that guy at the bar

then all of a sudden you’ve got a curfew and can’t go anywhere without her

and before you know it you’re trapped inside your house because “it’s not safe out there in the lanes”

makes you get a tattoo with her name over your heart (she does the same)

however, if you’re somehow not charmed by her, she decides to turn to more…unorthodox methods

hires a street gang to rough you up a little - not enough to seriously hurt you, no, vi could never do that to you; just enough to knock some much needed sense into you

i mean, how can you not like her back???

she swoops onto the scene to save you and ensures you’re caught in her snares

the happy ever after you both deserve <3

Yandere!Sevika

sevika is an interesting yandere

she probably comes off as more of a stundete at first - she’s not the most expressive when it comes to showing romantic affection like some of the other yanderes

she keeps tabs on you, a regular at the bar, all the time but you’re convinced she hates you and must think you untrustworthy

why else would you be on her radar?

in reality her checking up on you, making sure nobody tries to be funny with you is her way of showing interest

don’t get me wrong, she can make a nun blush with her flirting skills but she’s never felt so obsessed with anyone before and doesn’t know how to process it

it all comes to a head when she has a particularly rough day at work, a few bourbons deep and she decides to take you

quite literally hooks her arms around you and carries you over her shoulders

it doesn’t matter how much or how loud you scream, it’s hopeless

she’s so much stronger than you and onlookers that watch your struggle don’t even dare to move an inch - sevika has a fierce reputation and nobody would want to anger her

can be very threatening and acts that way often at the beginning of your captivity

scolds you often and when you go on a hunger strike she rolls her eyes and force feeds you herself

you don’t see this coming but she makes you kiss her cheek before she leaves every morning and when she comes back at night

she doesn’t care if you look like you’re on the brink of tears doing so, to sevika it’s only fair she gets this when she’s busy protecting you every day

has you help her clean her prosthetic arm in pure silence

her favourite part of the day/week <3

she may be angry but at the end of the day every cruel and calculated thing she does is for your sake

[yukioos]

hiii honey!! can i request a leon and ada drabble kinda like ur ashley and leon one? but this time reader takes a liking to both but leon and ada don’t like each other?

BE MY BABY

SUMMARY: leon kennedy x reader x ada wong // on september 29, 1998, you first met leon kennedy and ada wong. six years later, you are sent to rescue the president’s daughter from a town in spain. the last people you expect to be there are leon and ada, who both seem to have an attraction to you. unfortunately, they seem to hate each other more than ever.

WARNINGS: not proofread, cussing, reader’s in the military, ada and leon literally hate each other

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guys! please send resident evil asks because i had so much fun writing this! this is kind of like my ashley and leon writing, so it’s not necessarily a full-on oneshot. it’s basically just ideas. this is 1.1k words.

being in the military is hard work. hours on the field and time-consuming training and meetings have tired you out quicker than you expected. but there is one thing you know for sure: being in the military isn’t for everyone.

september 29, 1998 was the day that changed your life. living in raccoon city was great, it had a supportive community and historical sites to visit once and a while. you’d just gotten home from a mission that took half a month to complete. you quickly became a lieutenant, and ever since then, your days have been filled with leading troops through missions.

however, you didn’t have much time at home before you had to evacuate to the police department because of the zombies. on your way to the department, you met a man who claimed his name was leon kennedy, and he was a police officer who was supposed to start his job that day. he was a sweetheart, far too kind and caring to be deserving of dealing with a traumatic outbreak.

for the hours you spent together, you learned a lot about him, and vice versa. he was a sweetheart, but you could see the sadness and pain behind his eyes. this certainly wasn’t how he expected his first day to go. unfortunately, it was as if the zombies were perpetual, almost every time you’d turn a corner, a hoard would be walking toward you.

the two of you then met a supposed fbi agent, who introduced herself as ada wong. she was mysterious, leaving randomly with no answers, leaving you feeling annoyed. there was something different about her, something wrong. you believed there was no way an fbi agent would randomly leave an officer and a lieutenant on their own to do their own thing, especially not in that situation.

you eventually parted ways with the two of them and found yourself safe for a short period.

six years later, you still remember leon and ada, secretly hoping they’re still safe or in touch. the trauma had followed you, and when you were sent by the president to find his daughter, you of course accepted. it seemed iffy that she was kidnapped by a cult, in a rural town in spain, but nonetheless, you did what you had to do.

he stated you would be accompanied by an agent, who he didn’t name. only when you saw another person standing by the police car to drive you to spain, did you realize who the man was.

leon fucking kennedy. he was actually alive.

your heart flutters as he gently says your name, “y/n?” and you softly smile, you feel exhilarating, and happiness runs through your veins.

instead of a quiet ride, like you would have preferred with anyone else, you and leon discuss what had happened the past six years. he had become an agent with the role of protecting the president’s family, and at the same time, you were moving up the ranks as fast as lightning. the president wanted the best and most talented people to save his daughter. luckily, he chose the perfect team.

you ask what happened with ada, and your heart drops once he tells you she’s a spy.

she seemed genuine, but your suspicions were proven right, she was just trying to get the g-virus and bring it back to her boss.even after hearing all that, you still feel sad for her. she went through so much, and the only two people who went through exactly what she did probably hate her.

but when exploring spain, you never would’ve expected to see her again. you persuade yourself to trust her again, because, in the end, she desires the best for the world.

leon feels the opposite about ada. he hates everything she does, every little word she oh-so confidently says, and how she’s always doing so much for you. she left the two of you, she doesn’t deserve you, as he thinks. he doesn’t want you and him to get manipulated again, and he thinks the two of you share the passion of hating ada.

leon took in all the words you said in the car ride to spain, but was mostly focusing on your plump lips. the way your lips would stretch into a smile, the sides curving upwards, would make his body feel warm. he missed you so much, more than words could describe. every day, he thought about seeing you again. he didn’t even know you were still alive until he heard the president mention your name once. as he spoke highly of you, pride bloomed in leon’s chest. he knew you before you became a very well-known military asset.

leon knew he fell in love easily. hell, he fell in love with you the first time he saw you at the police station. you were in the prettiest outfit, and once you escaped the department, he saw your necklace that had been lying on your chest, dropped on the ground. he kept that necklace for the next six years in hopes of bringing it back to you one day.

he gave it back to you in the police car, telling you straight up, and how he had hoped he would see you again someday. the gratefulness and red cheeks made him quietly chuckle. he secretly relished in the idea of you being flustered and touched because of him.

in 1998, ada felt the need to protect you and leon, she thought she felt attracted to him at one point. she then realized the idea of being with you would be much more wholesome and better for you. leon was just a rookie who didn’t know anything! there was no way you would warm up to him quicker than her

the rookie hardly knew anything, he clearly wasn’t taught to be weary of other people. he was too gullible, in ada’s opinion. there wasn’t many good things about him. his jokes weren’t funny, he didn’t have many appealing qualities, so clearly she was a much better partner for you.

seeing you in your cute, dark blue button-up blouse and black skirt makes her eye you like a dog eyeing a cat. she wants you all to herself, and will do anything to gain that. she would gently lift your chin or tease you while talking to you, asking “are you listening? seems like your mind is somewhere else.” and hook her arm around your waist to redirect you to a different path.

but she and leon knew the other won’t give up on attaining your love. i mean, who wouldn’t want you? you are the most perfect person ever, perfect qualities, perfect beauty, perfect skills, and that’s something they can both agree on. the spy and agent both want you to have the best partner, but both believe they are the one for you.

you hate how they can’t see eye to eye on what you think about the two of them. you love both of them. leon’s chuckle and jokes make you feel like you have a heart attack— in the best way possible, though! he always finds a way to brighten your mood whenever you are feeling upset and will voice his concerns about you. he was straightforward, and you love that in a person. another reason why you love him is that he’s one of the most handsome people you’ve ever seen. whenever his eyes wander into yours, your cheeks feel a little too hot beyond comfort.

ada is beautiful, and you are sure of one thing. red is her fucking color. i mean, god, you’ve spent days just thinking about who could wear red better than her, and that wasn’t even one of the main reasons why you love her! the way she does everything in a confident matter makes you adore her, she seems so sure of herself. she was so strong and far more talented than anyone you’ve known. the way she effortlessly avoids danger like the back of her hand, and protects you from it as well, makes your cheeks flush.

how were you supposed to choose between two of the best people in the world? the hours you spend with them are supposed to be calm, besides finding ashley, but instead, it’s stressful. all that time you only think about finding the president’s daughter, and the two love interests that cloud your mind for eternity.

[peoplesgraves]

Could you do a yandere Caitlyn kiramman from arcane X fem reader?

Resolve

Yandere Caitlyn Kiramman X Fem Reader

“You know if you weren’t so stubborn this wouldn’t have-“ Caitlyn cuts herself off upon seeing the pouted glare you sent her way, probably supposed to be intimidating but Caitlyn has to bite back a fond smile as how cute it truly is. She hated to see you all laid up in bed, wrapped up from the injuries you’d gotten from a particularly close escape attempt.

“I was just trying to escape the psycho enforcer who seems intent on making my life miserable but it seems like the universe hates me as much as you do.” Your words practically drip with bitterness and had it been anyone else Cait would be just as cruel back but this was you. The zaunite who’d enraptured her, so how could she say anything pointed when you were right.

Not about her hating you, Cait could never hate you no matter how many times you ran or attempted to put her down for good to secure your freedom. She had been acting a bit crazy lately though, truthfully she’d been out of her mind ever since meeting you in the undercity when Vi took her to that hole in the wall… ’establishment’ to get information from an old friend. Leaving her all alone at your flirtatious mercy.

But ever since Jinx’s attack on the council she was even more feral. Back then she’d been content visiting you any free chance she got and paying lavishly for private visits up topside, hoping to win your heart honestly. Though after losing her mother, her hope and most of her heart, now she wanted, no needed you all the time. Needed you under lock and key at her place where she could keep you safe.

Cait sighs calming her bubbling anxieties at your rage and the general tension of her home, your home. “I wish you could understand, I only want to protect you” she brings a hand to you, pushing stray hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek. She shouldn’t relish in the pained wince when you attempt to lift an injured arm to swat her away, but she does just a bit. Hoping this would soften your attempts to escape just a bit and hoping the care you’d need from her over the coming weeks would soften you to her too.

“Understand?! I thought you were different. I thought you understood! Understood that we were different than you’d been told, that we were people just like you but you’re just like all the rest. Thinking your name and being from topside means you can do whatever you want to us…” your voice breaks and Cait feels her heart shatter along with it. “To me!”

She rests her forehead against yours like she used to, back before, back when the both of you thought maybe you could love her back. “I do understand, I know you’re different” your eyes meet hers and you feel a glimmer of hope, Caitlyn can see it in and she wants so badly to see that light forever. “But the undercity isn’t. That’s why you belong here, with me”

You let yourself go limp and Cait lets you fall from her arms, back onto the bed. Lets you curl into yourself as much as you’re able and sob until you both shake. No matter what she wouldn’t leave you and she wouldn’t let you leave her. Cait would prove every word she’d spoken to you and she would be deserving of being the light in your eyes as you were hers. Once she’d made the undercity worthy of you, she’d let you return as long as she was near. Her love for you would carry her and all of piltover through, not even Jinx would sway her resolve this time.

[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

A/n: A little bit late for Valentine, but here ya go! Idk when I'll continue this, but this has been stuck in my brain for a long time.

Goldwing

Chapter 1 > Chapter 2

You’ve heard about the story tales from your Mother Sera. How Lucifer has fallen because of his bizarre dreams.  To give humans a free will, which cost chaos to the world. 

As a punishment he was forced out of heaven with his Love Lilith. Sera claims that she wanted you to be safe, so there is one top rule she set up: Don’t Question heaven. 

You keep on holding tight to this one rule, not like your sister Emily. She gets into a lot of trouble when you’re not watching, which gets you also in trouble. 

Big Sister, Big responsibility, that’s what your mother always says. 

Sitting on the couch looking down at the apple sign on your wrist. It was a small apple with a snake surrounding it. It’s a Soulmate mark.

Every Angel gets a soulmate, so they get the perfect heir, some angels describe It as a heart pull and ache. You don’t really enjoy that you’re forced to love someone. It’s somewhere unfair that humans can marry someone they choose to love and trust. Meanwhile when Angels reject their bond, it will kill the two Soulmates in a span of time. 

Even when they’re too long apart it will show in a disturbing way. Aggression, Not eating, no sleep, the list goes on and on.

Putting your sleeve above your mark, not wanting anyone to see it. You got once because of it in trouble. Not a pleasant memory that you want to re live.

It does remind people of Lucifer, but he got Lilith, his soulmate. So that possibility is shrunk to zero. Why else sacrifice living in heaven for a woman?

Today was the meeting with Charlie the daughter of Lucifer. She wanted to talk about a hotel named Hazbin Hotel. 

…Time Skip…

The court room was all a mess, chaos has broken out whispering and hushes echoed through the pearly white halls. 

Emma broke the Silence with her soft singing voice “But she was right, Sera. She Showed us the soul can Improve. He saw the light, Sera. Checked all the boxes that you said would.” You Interrupted Emily and for the first-time in your live, you disobeyed the one set rule. 

“Prove a person deserve a second chance, now we turn our Backs, no second glance?” Sera looked towards you slightly disappointed but also guilty. 

Then the bomb was thrown in the room, extermination. It left you speechless. Why hide something like this and say it was for protection? 

It all went down so quick and with one move you started to doubt everything in heaven. Sera was scared, scared shitless that she’d loose Emily and you, but mostly you. 

You started to Ignore her and rarely left your room. The betrayal was harsh for you. You trusted your mother dearly and now you find out that your mother kills souls because she feels threatened. Threatened because of Lucifers dreams she said was once foolish. 

You started to break rules after Rules, causing a havoc in heaven when you leaked the Information about an extermination in hell. And in less than a week you were in chains in the courtroom. 

“Do you have any Idea what damage you’ve done Y/n?” Sera’s voice echoed through those now soulless halls. The seats now all almost empty. “What damage I’ve done? You call me the Imposter, but have you ever thought what you’ve done? You lied to your people AND your Family Sera.” 

Ouch, you never called her Sera just Mom. “Just do it already, I’m tired of hanging in here and watching my failure of a mother trying to push this longer.” You spat on the cold floor. The coldness reminds you how the last few days felt in heaven. Cold and lonely. “As you wish, do it.” her voice cracked, it was barely audible, but you could hear it. 

You shut your eyes tight and with a swift Moment you felt how your wings were cut off, your scream filled these cool, lonely court room. Sera was already gone, not wanting to see how she failed in one of her children.

The rest of your wings were ripped out of your back, making gold blood squirting all over the white floor painting it in a unique color. And then you fell, too exhausted to let out a desperate call for the comfort of your own mother.  

She didn’t even stay. 

Tears pooled lightly out of your eye. Even though heaven didn’t feel like home anymore, you’ll still miss heaven. 

The wind gushed on your Injured back making it only hurt more than it already does, you fell so fast, this is something you never really experienced you never fell as an Angel. But you fell, you fell deep and Landed on the ground. 

It the worst you’ve felt in these last hundred years of living. The bone that was connecting your wings with your body broke more into splinters at the impact. It had dirt sticking on your bones making you hiss as you tried to stand up making them move slightly in the dust. No success. 

You tried a couple more times, but you feel your stamina running out fast, so you just gave up. You laid there for a couple of seconds before you eventually pass out. 

Lucifer sat in his magic room, where his magical creations came from. The only thing besides Charlie what kept him happy. He took final glances at his old façade. 

It’s time to move on and move into the Hazbin hotel, even though he hates that radio guy, he does everything for his little Charlie. He walked out of his mansion closing it with a key. Taking a deep breath, he spun around and was ready to go. 

Something crashed loud in front of him, swirling all the dirt into Lucifers face. He coughed and waved the dust away. “What the fuck?” He looked at the cause for this early tumult, only to see a very beautiful woman in front of him. It didn’t take him a while to see that she was pretty bad Injured. His eyes dropped at the golden blood. “Oh no.”

The figure tried to stand up but fall multiple times and passed out after a while. No, no, no, no. Turning her around to see the damage, and it is bad. 

Three main bones ripped and broken apart, making him note down that she wasn’t just any Angel, she is a seraph. “Let me help you.” He carried her body very carefully, so he couldn’t do more damage towards her back. Teleporting himself and his other stuff in the hotel apartment, he laid you on his bed with your belly pressed on the mattress. 

He started to heal your back slowly and washed off the dirt from your face and the injury. He knew he couldn’t fully heal her wings back. But she could survive this with his help. And in an odd reason he couldn’t let her die. Some kind of pull on his heart making him already slightly attach towards the sleeping beauty. 

And this routine was repeated every day and when he realized her back was fully healed, he turned her on her back again. Seeing her now in all her beauty. 

“How can someone be this pretty?” he moved a hair strand out of your face and held your cheek. Stroking it a couple of times, it is as if he’s hypnotized. 

Shaking his head, he let go of her very quickly, “Lucifer you can’t just touch someone, she doesn’t even know you nor who you are.” He bit his long-clawed hand, debating whether he should go or not. 

In the end he left the room with heavy displeasure. Somehow not being near you made him angry. You were hurt and needed every protection he could offer. 

His mind screamed at him to go back to you, but he didn’t. This feeling confused the king of hell but, His mind and body were almost like two separate people.

 He pulled up his sleeve looking down at the red apple mark with a golden blue snake on it, like his halo. It was his Soulmate mark, he loves or loved Lilith dearly, but she wasn’t his mate. 

They both thought it may didn’t showed because Lilith is after all a human. Even when he had a soulmate, after landing in hell, he knew he’d never see his soulmate ever. 

He pulled his white sleeve again over the mark, not wanting to think about the what ifs. Maybe helping his daughter would keep his mind from you. “Let’s help Charlie.” 

After a while Lucifer still caught himself worried about you. 

You were laying on his bed for weeks, he healed you every morning and every evening hoping that you’d finally wake up. 

The arch angel Lucifer, and now king of hell, was worried about a seraph, what sarcasm. 

Getting ready for bed, Lucifer started to dress himself in his night gown and went to the couch. Since you’re sleeping on his bed, Lucifer decided to sleep on the couch. He didn’t want to disturb your healing progress

…

Hugging yourself into this blanket was heaven, and the smell of sweet apple and an alluring scent of musk. You never want to leave this place, for the first time since months you felt in peace. 

Fluttering your eyes open, you stretched you arms and legs, but one thing was missing. Your wings. And then reality came crushing down on you. You fell, from heaven. Your mother let you fall down the drain. She lied and didn’t even try to explain it to you. 

It was hard to breath as if you’d re-live the horror of falling from heaven down to hell.

You shacked uncontrollable making you Fall out of the bed. Out of habit you tried to fly those few centimeters. 

With a shallow thumb you fell on the floor. 

You winced from the Impact, and you tried to push yourself up with the next high object with shivering hands. 

This was a different gravity situation. 

Without your wings you slumped forwards, nothing to weigh your back. 

You pushed yourself upwards with the help of the shelf above you. The shelf lets out a creak from your weight and you fall back down with the shelf. 

The whole content on the shelf fell and crashed into pieces and you fell right into them. 

The ceramic pieces digged into your freshly healed wounds, you know that when you move, you’ll re-open the back wound. 

Out of panic your body began to move on autopilot.

With low groans and muffled screams, you leaned on the bed, golden blood smearing around the broken shelf and the white mattress. 

You started to sob at the pain. 

It was dark and all you wanted was to bathe yourself in the scent of that blanket. 

You searched for it. 

In the darkness you couldn’t quite figure it out where the blanket was but after a while you found it.

Holding the piece of cloth on your nose just to smell the comforting scent. You yelped when the light flicker on. A figure standing in the light. The figure was about 5’10 tall. 

You hid behind the blanket not wanting to look at the sudden appearance at the front door. 

…

Lucifer shot up at the sound of breaking ceramic. His mind told him to run towards the sound that came out of your room making him high alert. 

An Intruder? 

But who’d dare to come into the king of hells chamber?

Then he remembered that you were in his room, and without second thought he rushed towards your bedroom turning on the lights.

“You’re awake!”

[cantdothis-nomore]

how would the upper moons react if they found out that muzan wants to eat their partner since they suddenly gained the ability to survive in the sun

Upper Moons finding out that Muzan wants to eat their s/o!

Just a side note i now write for metal family :)

Kokushibo

• Would be horribly alarmed

• wouldn't know what to do because of his loyalty to Muzan but also his loyalty to you as your boyfriend

• he'd be stunned knowing you could walk in the sun amd understand muzans interest in you but after a while of thought he'd hide you somewhere safe

• well he thought was safe

• He'd have to repeatedly find different places for you to hide as Muzan kept finding you so you'd be in a different place every day.

• he'd be suffering aswell at Muzans wrath but also his own inner conflict about where his loyalty actually lies

• Muzan would use threat after threat after threat and even physical things to get Kokushibo to tell him where you were but he wouldn't no matter what

• because his loyaltys lay with you.

Douma

Would make the people of his cult help hide you

He'd straight go to hide you because you are the only person who has shown him proper affection and he doesn't want that to go away

He would admire you and beg you to tell him how you managed to walk in the sun but would remind himself there were bigger matters to handle

No matter the torture he underwent by muzan and the others in the 12 kizuki he wasn't letting go of you

Would always make sure nobody was following him on his way to see you

After finding out that Muzan wants to eat you he would try and be his normal self whilst mentally shitting himself thst someone would find you

He would always have someone to protect you whether it was him or one of his followers

He'd give false locations of where he had 'seen' you last but always in the day knowing that Muzan can't go in daylight just like thr rest of them

He isn't giving up on you anytime soon

Akaza

He would refuse to harm you or let anyone else harm you so his first instinct was to go into hiding and not inform anyone at any point of where you two were

Avoiding Muzan like the plague

He'd be wary about going out and only going when you two got really hungry to get a human

He already lost Koyuki, he refuses to lose you to especially to Lord Muzan

You guys would go from one hiding spot to another every week to make sure there was no risk of him or any of the others finding you

PROTECT YOU WITH HIS LIFEEEE

This man loves you too much to let you go

Would absolutely fight anyone who tried to get to you at any point

Enmu

Literally got nothing to say for him I'm sorry lol

Would turn you in to Muzan no hesitation

His love for you may be strong but his dedication to Muzan and his weird little blood fetish is stronger

Bye bye to you

Daki

She'd be torn between giving you in to Muzan or hiding you

Her dedication to Muzan, like Enmu, is strong but she has to decide whether her love for you is stronger

Her internal debate drives Gyutaro CRAZY

Would be desperate for Muzans praise but also doesn't want to lose the feeling you give her and the affection you show her

She would half hide you half leave you alone whilst she made her decision

If she chose to hide you, she would have to flee the Entertainment district and not tell anyone where she was going

If she chose to turn you in she would probably have that on her conscience for the rest of her days until eventually slain

Gyutaro

First reaction would be to flat down refuse and not turn you in to Muzan

You were the first one apart from Daki who showed him the love he actually deserved, who made him feel worth it when he didn't himself.

Would probably force Daki to hide you for him against her wishes as she is loyal to Muzan

After separated from her, he would constantly be at your side and in the day Daki would force one of the girls from her house to be with you instead

He would make you go into different spots regularly to throw any other demons off of your trail in fear of someone finding you

Would be constantly paranoid about everyone and everything around you

10/10 would make you trail after Daki if for his sanity more than yours

[itgirl-111]

PRETTY PRINCESS TREATMENT

aka the only treatment you should accept.

🎀I am worthy and deserving, i really am just because I was born, I deserve the whole world, i deserve everything I want and more, I am worth more than rare diamonds and gold. I am precious and priceless. I am worthy and deserving of happiness and joy and comfort and love. I know my worth and value, and I know people treat me with respect and kindness that I deserve. Actually, I am really treated like a precious princess. I don't have to do anything, i get everything handed to me on my lap. I get my desires on a silver platter with a side of diamonds. Like I'm actually treated with Care, affection, respect, love, kindness. I am treated like royalty I'm treated like a princess. I just breathe and I know I am worthy, I don't have to lift a finger. I am loved, adored, respected without me trying because I AM ME. I am amazing, talented, top tier, worthy, deserving. I am ONE of ONE. One thing about me is that you'll never find me struggling, I'm always relaxed and self assured because I know within the snap of fingers everything I want is mine. I really give off "effortless" energy. That's because I am a goddess a princess who gets everything she wants. You don't find anyone like me in this whole wide world. I just have to be myself and get everything that I want. I know I call the shots in my reality. I am taken care of , I am protected, I am safe. I don't have to do anything else but be me, I am so grounded and secure in my energy, my value, my worth that it feels so natural for me to get everything that I want. You want to see me succeed, you want to give me everything I deserve, you want to see me win, you want to take care of me, you want to beg for my time and attention because you know how valuable it is. It hurts for you to see me work hard because I'm such a pretty princess. I get spoiled to the point I don't even have to lift a finger, I don't even know what it's like to work hard or struggle because all i receive is spoiled princess treatment. I sit there pretty and all my desires fall into my lap. I am a luxury myself. I am a gift. I am a blessing. I am one of one. I am number one. I am Unmatched . I am rare. I am special. I am unrivaled. I am perfect. I am the blueprint. I am the best. My only job is to be deeply in love with myself, rest will follow. I don't chase I attract. I choose myself, I am chosen. I love myself, I am loved. I respect myself, I'm respected. I cherish myself, I'm cherished. I value my time and attention and effort, I'm valued. I'm obsessed with myself, the world is obsessed with me.🎀

[venomwrites]

Caitlyn wakes alone.

The nightmares are completely understandable. Vi is an almost militaristic sleeper. She focuses her breathing and sinks away in intervals that seem horribly short. Every so often exhaustion wins though. Usually when they are tangled together, when she has Vi tucked into her arms and Vi feel safe. Everything should be alright then. Sometimes it is. A lot of time it isn’t. Caitlyn knew that would be the case, but in the quiet moments when she wakes up like this she does have to fight the bitterness of failure. Vi’s embrace makes her feel impossibly safe. Caitlyn sleeps like a rock when she is wrapped in it. Nothing can get her there, not even in her own head. She hates the fact that her own embrace cannot do the same for Vi. Vi who deserves comfort more than anyone. 

Caitlyn rises and knots her robe. She finds Vi’s robe and her slippers. Just in case she slips the skeleton key into her pocket and makes her way out of their bedroom. The house is silent at this time of night. Or morning. Caitlyn isn’t certain which. Only that the moon is bright in the sky and it’s just a few people around for the night shift. They perk up when they see her but Caitlyn waves them back into casualty. There are no secrets here. Not anymore. Certainly not right now. The one at his post has already summoned the elevator for her. Caitlyn can see the key ring is still on his belt which is an improvement. She nods at him and steps inside, letting the box take her down to the bowels of the manor. She went years without ever setting foot in this place. For years she was terrified of it, convinced it was haunted. Now it’s scarcely a week in between her visits. And that is an improvement from when it was a near daily thing. 

The elevator drops her off and she steps out, acknowledging her younger self might have been right after all. 

It is haunted. 

The ghost prefers the most haunted cell. As any respectable ghost would. One glance tells her valuable information. Information she needs, but information that guts her none the less. She’s wedged in the corner, arms and legs drawn up. Her arms are tucked against her chest in a survival tactic. Preserve heat the vital organs. She’s got her arms crossed though and her fingers are digging into the material on her thighs. There’s no blood on the walls, but Caitlyn’s fingers ache in sympathy for the death grip she has on her pajama pants. Even though everything in Caitlyn shouts to open the door and run in, she knows that is not what the ghost needs right now. That’s not how she banishes this ghost. When she takes the key out, it’s only to tap it firmly against the bars. The ghost stiffens and Caitlyn forces her voice to be steady. 

“Inmate 516, it’s time,” she says. 

It’s sick that it’s automatic. 

Caitlyn thinks that helplessly every time they do this. She has screamed Vi’s name. Vi, Violet, love, darling—none of them get through the panic. Not when it’s true panic. Not when it’s like this. Her desperation does not register over Vi’s own. Her calm does. Vi’s prisoner number registers before her own name. Caitlyn has to remind herself this is normal. This was her life for ten years. It’s been ingrained and beaten into her to the point of second nature. Inmate 516 means she is with someone who is neutral. Pink means she’s with someone who might hurt her. Vi is somewhere else. Caitlyn hopes it’s somewhere protected. Just as much as she hopes one day this will be nothing more than a joke that passes between them. But right now it’s painfully real. Right now she watches Vi unfold herself and position herself in the same corner. So she can use it as leverage if she’s misjudged the situation. If Inmate becomes Pink. She can fight back more ways in the corner because she can get her feet under her. Because that sick Warden used to love dragging her up the wall. 

Caitlyn slips the key in and sighs when she realizes the door isn’t even fully closed. She watches as Vi’s shoulders soften. Her fist curls against the wall as her face turns red with embarrassment. Caitlyn barely remembers to prop the door open as she crosses the space as Vi crumbles. Inmate 516 falls away to the embarrassed woman Caitlyn loves and aches for with every fibre of her being. Vi resists for a moment before she falls into Caitlyn’s embrace. She’s flushed and sweaty and somehow also clammy. All the contradictions, all Vi. Caitlyn drags her close and wraps her robe around her shoulders, blanketing the bundle of Vi in her arms. She steers them over to the bed against the wall and drags Vi onto it. Vi only goes because she pulls her to it. Caitlyn has learned trying to get them to the main house is also not what is needed here. So she makes sure the bed has a proper mattress and sheets. And even then Vi will only go there if she pulls her. 

“Sorry,” Vi whispers. 

“Don’t be,” Caitlyn says.

“I made you get out of bed,” Vi mumbles.

“We’re still in bed,” Caitlyn counters, “I’m not even out of my pajamas.”

That at least gets something like a smile from Vi. She tucks her feet under Caitlyn’s thigh and that feels even more like a victory. Any indication the Vi she knows and loves is thinking about herself is a victory. Even something as minor as trying to get her feet warm. It’s another indication they will both be able to walk out of this cell. Even though Caitlyn knows they will, there’s some part of her that fears they won’t. Not when she finds Vi here tucked against the wall and only responding to the number. In the worst nights Caitlyn has to start a standard search just to get close to Vi. She’s never made it completely through the process before Vi relaxes, but it’s come close. Caitlyn clings to the fact that Vi always comes back. Each time she wills herself back. Most of the time it gets a bit easier but not always. Tonight is not a good night overall, Vi is already tucking in her toes. The blush is easing from her cheeks. They are sitting on the bed. Caitlyn does not have to coax her in the same way she sometimes does.  

Promise me you won’t change. 

Each time the plea echoes in Caitlyn’s mind. At the time she thought it was because of Vi’s fears with how much had changed. Sometimes she thought it was because of how she was changing. But now when she looks back, she thinks her instinct was right. Change is at the root of Vi’s trauma. Which makes Caitlyn sick when she thinks about it. It’s a textbook torture tactic. You don’t let the prisoner predict what is going to happen, you don’t let them develop a routine. It’s hard to reconcile how much torture Vi has been subject to with the woman curling her toes under her thigh. The fact that Vi chooses to participate in the world at all is the most humbling thing Caitlyn has ever seen. And Caitlyn has witnessed magic reshaping the world. Vi sighs and peers up at her through her lashes and Caitlyn tries to smile back at her, but she can feel tears stinging at her eyes. 

“I’m glad it wasn’t too bad tonight,” Caitlyn whispers, afraid to break the silence between them, “shall we sleep here?”

Vi nods slightly, just enough for Caitlyn to see the request. It’s so strange to think this is better, but she’s learning better is a relative term. Vi is letting her stay, which is the biggest thing. And she’s crawling under the covers with her, another monumental win. Caitlyn gently wraps her arms around Vi, pulling her close. It hasn’t been that long. Vi shrugs out of the shoulder of her robe, pushing closer to the sleeve of Caitlyn’s. Caitlyn picks up on the silent request and pushes Vi's robe down. Vi favors the bulky, fluffy garment while Caitlyn has always found robes like that too heavy. But she lingers in the hot water and Vi has not yet learned to trust it is not going to run out. She kicks the robe to the far side of the bed so she can embrace Vi fully. This is for Vi but Caitlyn finds she needs to feel her relax as she comes back from the nightmares and panic that drive her to this place. She can feel it like a spring uncoiling as Vi’s shoulders soften and and her head shifts against Caitlyn’s arm. 

“I dreamed about the early days,” she says finally, “when they put me in with everyone,” she swallows tightly, “it was so bright and loud—“ she trails off, “I thought I wasn’t fast enough again. Thought it worked this time.”

Caitlyn feels her muscles tense against her hand and strokes her thumb over the ribbed tank Vi wears to bed. When she gave her the Shimmer she healed the wound Sevika dealt. But at the time she hadn’t realized there was an even more devastating scar there. One from a sharpened bit of metal, plunged into the belly of a child because they looked like an easy target. The knot of scar is gone, skin knitted back together by Shimmer. But Caitlyn knows the memory is still there. The report in her file detailed it vaguely but Vi had confessed how terrifying it was. How alone she felt. How confused. Even though she had thought she was strong, within a week she learned she wasn’t. Not really. Not compared to the monsters in Stillwater Hold. All Caitlyn can do is hold and soothe and try to make it safe for Vi to confess these things. Like this early, terrifying brush with death. Caitlyn was scraping her knees when she was fourteen and Vi was getting stabbed. 

Often their lives feel so impossibly different, but somehow they have found each other. They fit together like puzzle pieces in a way she cannot quite wrap her head around. Vi needs a cell to learn how to leave, Caitlyn has a cell. Caitlyn needs to relearn to trust, Vi is impossibly steady.

“It didn’t,” Caitlyn says, rubbing over the skin, “we’re here.”

“Yeah,” Vi whispers, shifting her head against her arm, “sorry about this.”

Caitlyn shakes her head, not wanting to open the apology into a discussion. There are some days when Vi can debate anything about it being her fault. Even though Caitlyn wants to say that she shouldn’t apologize, she knows that will open a debate they shouldn’t get into. None of this is Vi’s fault. Instead she just tightens her arms around her and presses a kiss to where her neck and shoulder meet. Vi sighs softly and her eyes start to flutter closed. Caitlyn tries to exaggerate her breathing so Vi follows the rhythm. Slowly her eyes close completely and her breathing evens out. Caitlyn watches her features soften in sleep. It’s taken a while for Vi to remove her makeup before bed, to accept she will not be woken by anything but her own head. Without the makeup she looks impossibly younger. Too young for prison, even though Caitlyn knows that’s not logical. Caitlyn nuzzles into the short hairs on Vi’s head and closes her eyes. Just for a moment. Then she’ll go back to making sure Vi is alright. 

She wakes to Vi’s hand on her shoulder.

Caitlyn jerks awake, looking up to see Vi perching on the edge of the bed. She’s got two mugs in her hands. She looks well rested. Caitlyn realizes she feels well rested too. Instead of smiling she frowns and pushes herself up, looking around for any indication of the time. Of course there isn’t one. They are well below the earth’s surface. Vi smiles at her confusion and pushes the mug at her. Caitlyn sits up and takes the mug from her. Vi makes the perfect cup of tea. Right down to it always being the perfect temperature. She takes a sip and leans against the wall. Vi climbs onto the bed to join her. 

“Do I want to know what time it is?” Caitlyn ventures. 

“Nah,” Vi says with a shake of her head, “we needed the rest.”

Caitlyn smiles into the tea. Vi bumps their shoulders together as she sits next to her against the wall. She fits their sides together as they sit on the bed and look at the cell. Caitlyn is used to considering her nightmares in the morning, but she has no notion if it is even still morning. She doubts it, considering how well rested she feels and how well rested Vi looks. She feels relieved that Vi slipped out of the cell to get tea, even if it means she was in the cell alone without even realizing it. She looks out at the other corners of the cell before focusing back on Vi. 

“You came back quickly,” she says. 

“It’s getting easier,” Vi agrees quickly. Caitlyn looks at her and she wilts a little, “sometimes.”

���Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Caitlyn says, settling her hand on Vi’s knee, “I told you, we’re still at home. In our pajamas,” she squeezes her knee, “we can sleep wherever you need.”

“Thanks,” Vi says, though something shadows her eyes, “but you had to get up,” she finally meets Caitlyn’s gaze, “you need to rest.”

“We both do,” Caitlyn says.

Vi smiles at her and leans back against the wall. Caitlyn takes another sip of tea. She tries to focus on the moment but her head spins with everything she has to do. Everything she’s probably fallen behind on. She has more that she needs to do. She glances over at the bars and sighs when she sees that the door is closed. Vi’s slippers are on her feet. She looks from the door to Vi who is drinking from her mug. There’s no panic on her face, which is a good sign. But from this angle Caitlyn can see there is no skeleton key in the lock. She quirks her eyebrow at Vi who takes another drink of tea and quirks her own eyebrow back. 

“You know this is a horrible excuse, right?” Caitlyn asks. Vi nods, “do you at least have the key?”

Vi smiles though they both know the answer to that question. Of course she has the key. But Caitlyn knows she’s not going to get it from her easily. Not when Vi has deemed her needing rest. It’s aggravating and endearing in equal measure. Even though she knows that she has a point. Caitlyn rests the mug on her leg and lets her head fall to Vi’s shoulder. Her robe is still bunched under the sheets but Caitlyn loves the feel of her bare skin. Vi props up her knee and raises her shoulder to ease their height difference. 

“You know I used to be convinced this place was haunted,” Caitlyn offers.

“Really?” Vi says, “why?”

“No windows, one exit,” she shrugs, “my mother also forbid me from coming down here.”

“Was that before you had your forbidden girlfriend down here?” Vi teases lightly. 

“Nothing’s forbidden anymore,” Caitlyn replies, “it’s my house.”

Vi makes a noise in the back of her throat. Caitlyn looks up at the underside of her chin as Vi catches her eye. Even without her usual makeup, Vi is devastatingly lovely. She always has been. But there’s something about the new softness in her cheeks and the lack of shadows under her eyes that makes her even more beautiful to Caitlyn. Especially when there’s something mischievous building in Vi’s eyes. Caitlyn shoots her a questioning look and feels a shiver of delight when Vi hears her without a word. 

“It’s your house,” she says, “but I have the key.”

Caitlyn feels something warm in her belly that has nothing to do with the tea. Rather it has everything to do with the fact that Vi fucked her senseless against the wall a few feet from them. Vi’s smart enough not to tuck Caitlyn on the same side as the key, but that doesn’t stop Caitlyn from shift closer, turning her head towards Vi’s neck and sighing with her tea-warmed breath. She watches as Vi shivers in a way that has nothing to do with the cold as Caitlyn’s breath skirts down her shirt. Caitlyn shifts her cheek so her lips just lightly touch the skin by the strap of Vi’s tank. 

“I’m not just giving it to you,” she whispers roughly. 

“Never,” Caitlyn agrees, pressing her lips to the smooth expanse of Vi’s skin as she hitches her leg over and seats herself in Vi’s lap. She takes another sip of tea as the muscles in Vi’s neck go taut, “I wouldn’t waste this perfect cup of tea—“

Both of the mugs clatter to the ground as Vi cradles her head and lays her on the bed. Because of course Vi has chosen two of the metal mugs she’s brought back from Zaun. The ones she always favors no matter where they wake up in the house. They keep the tea warmer than any of the fine china Caitlyn has been drinking from her entire life. Caitlyn kisses her deeply. 

Vi tastes like tea and hope and the last echoes of Caitlyn’s teasing laugh. 

It’s Caitlyn’s favorite taste. 

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It's What You Make It

Dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female reader

Summary: Jake hasn't been on the best of terms with his parents since they found out about you and his baby, and now his mother decides she wants to meet her granddaughter.

Warnings: cursing maybe? Protective Jake

Notes: Suggested by an anon / Part of the Oh, Baby Universe.

Words: 4200

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“Jake, dear, your mother would like to meet her granddaughter.”

It was cruel, really, to have such devastating words leave the lips of one of those he loved the most, but maybe that was why she of all people was tasked with it. He wasn't likely to listen to another on the matter. Hell, had anyone else but she called, he wouldn't have answered, and he struggled not to see it as a bit of a betrayal. A trick.

"Gram," he sighed into the phone, running a hand through his hair, "I'm not doing this with them. After everything we just faced with her mother, why should we put ourselves through dealing with mine?"

"You know she had nothing to do with that email."

"Yea and nothing to do with discouraging it, either."

The other end of the line went silent. Jake looked to his left where his daughter was being bounced on her mother's lap just out of earshot. You smiled at the girl, but the stone now sitting on Jake's heart kept it from swelling as it normally would at the sight of your brightened face. 

His perfect little family. Safe and sound in California. Far from Texas. Far from the people you'd yet to learn criticized you for your past choices. 

When you first asked about them, Jake couldn't hide the fact that his parents were displeased with the coming of his daughter. He'd blamed it on their lack of open-mindedness to the girl being brought into his life under ‘unique’ circumstances, and while that was in fact a part of it, the bulk of their problems they placed solely in you and not trusting why you bothered to return when you left him to begin with. They buried you under a mountain of their judgment and you were completely unaware. But that was how he wanted to keep it. He wanted you in the dark. Oddly enough, the darkness was where you were safest. And that plan had been working so well, too. You had a healthy understanding of the difficulty of parents, and after the way your mother treated him the month prior you hadn't pressured him for more information on his. 

I only care about the three of us, Jake. As long as we're together, nothing else matters—that's what you'd said. You sealed that promise with a kiss that led to hours in bed full of sex and naps and cuddles and what felt like hundreds of exchanges of 'I love yous'. 

The issue with his parents wasn't brought up again.

And now his grandmother was ruining it. 

"What do you expect of me, Gram?" he asked; the first of his rapid-fire questions. "To bring them there? To subject them to that? You really want me to hurt my girlfriend? My daughter? What even makes you think Mom cares to see Eve? There's no way she admitted—"

"Breathe, dear," she soothed. And Jake did as told, but it didn't make him feel the slightest bit better. "I saw it in her eyes."

He sighed, chest noticeably deflating. "Oh, come on. I love you, Gram, but seriously?"

"Jacob Seresin, you hush," she scolded, her voice raised and tinny through the speaker. "You asked me a question, so listen up."

Jake grumbled, defeated. The senior Eve had that power over him. She was the mother his mother should have been. She taught him plenty and raised him well. He knew how to respect his woman because of his Gram. He treated you the way you deserved because she made sure to instill in him the value of women where his own parents had failed to do. 

So he listened. 

"When I returned from my visit a couple of weeks ago, your mother snuck in the casual question or two whenever your father wasn't around," she explained. "And I told her. Anything she cared to know. That Eve is beautiful and her mother is a stunner." Jake's lips curved upward despite the anxiety building in his chest. "That your girls are perfect. That you are happier than I've ever seen you."

"...And?"

"And she nodded and got a little grin on her face."

Jake waited for more, but it didn't come. His hand rose and fell, smacking against the side of his thigh. "That's your only argument to encourage surrendering the happiness of my family to a couple of snakes?"

"Snakes?" He could practically see the roll of her eyes. "Really, dear?"

"I read you the email."

The email he'd received a few weeks after he got you back and learned of his daughter's existence. The one that spat aggressive levels of disappointment in him, and called you an abundance of names that nearly had him crushing his phone in his palm. The one that expressed very clearly his parents' refusal to acknowledge the woman he loved and his baby as their family.

"No," Jake said as he shook his head. "No, I'm not doing it."

"I'm not saying you have to, dear. I'm just telling you that there is someone else who might want to be a part of your daughter's life. That's more family for Eve to be surrounded by. Another person to love her."

—-

He’d promised her he’d think about it. And while he really wished he could forget her words, they were persistent, nagging, and unwilling to get out of his way; like a damn fly buzzing around his face during all hours of his days and nights. 

His grandmother was wise and she was clever to tap into one of his life’s motivations: to provide his daughter with as much love as possible. Though Eve did have love—from him, from you, his team, his grandmother—the potential for so much more was taken away from her. 

She didn’t see your family. They lived across the country and after the way your mother behaved, you’d pretty much cut her off for the time being. His sister’s husband was in the Air Force, stationed at Aviano in Italy with no set date of return. And his parents had made their opinions clear, so he felt it best to never let you or Eve around them. But doing what he believed was best didn’t stop the guilt of denying Eve her family, of not giving her enough. He thought about Christmas coming up and how she wouldn’t have her grandparents. He thought about the major events in her life to come; the birthdays and school plays, the graduations, and the, hopefully only, wedding. 

Wait, he stopped himself, scratch the wedding. No wedding. How could his daughter possibly have a wedding if she would never be dating to begin with? 

But there was still enough remaining to worry him. 

Jake didn’t want a day to come when Eve looked around the room and wondered why she didn’t have the people in her life that her friends at school did. She deserved everything he could possibly give her, and his grandmother calling to inform him he wasn’t providing that was a stab to the heart. 

“You’re lost.” 

The voice—your voice—was one of two powerful enough to crack the thick shell surrounding his thoughts. 

Your fingers wove through his hair as he focused his vision on your face, letting the fog clear to make out the perfection he saw in each feature. You wiggled on the mattress, inching your body closer to his and he lifted his arm to drape over your waist. 

“What’s going on?” you asked. “You’ve been zoning out for three days.”

He wouldn’t lie to you—never could. And even if he tried, it would be a waste of breath with the way you managed to sniff out untruths like a damn bloodhound. The information he didn’t tell you he always preferred to label as ‘omissions.’ Those could just barely slip by your clever brain. And he’d only ever done it twice; when he’d neglected to spill his hidden love, and when he hadn’t provided you with all the details of his father’s email. Both seemed like good ideas at the time. Necessary. But now…

“According to Gram,” Jake sighed, “my mother wants to meet Eve.”

You tried to control your face, but the ceasing of your nails grazing across his scalp was enough to tell him you were plenty shocked. Likely plenty terrified, too, with the trauma of the last parental interaction.

“Oh.” You blinked once, twice, three times, as your lips parted and sealed and parted again. “So, that means…what? They're fine with everything now?"

"I doubt it, but…" Jake bit the inside of his cheek. Shook his head. “Honey, I’m really not sure.”

“You trust them?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

He didn’t know, not even after three days of thought. He cared about protecting his family, but whether or not introducing his mother to you and his daughter would be a choice he'd come to regret was hard to say. “What do you think we should do?”

“Baby, your family, your decision.”

With a groan, Jake pulled you closer and turned onto his back, settling your body on top of his. 

“But you’re so much smarter than me,” he said, wrapping his arms snuggly around your waist and tilting his chin up for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, despite the weight of the conversation surely causing you as much unease as it was him. You let him kiss you for as long as he wanted. Like you knew just how badly he needed it in that moment. How badly he needed you. 

“You’re no idiot, Jake Seresin," you said when he decided it was fair to let you breathe. "I’ll do whatever you think is best.”

He hummed, pushing some of your hair back behind your shoulder. “Why do you have to be so damn supportive and reasonable?”

You smiled so sweetly. Leaned in closer. 

“Because I trust you," you whispered, letting your lips slowly travel around his face, pressing gentle kisses where you could. "And I believe in you."

You pulled back, locking your eyes with his, and as you stroked his cheek, you said, “Because you’re my teammate, Jake.” 

He let your words soak in—filling him, sating him—before taking a deep inhale through his nose. On the heavy exhale he released a breathy “Fuck.”

You chuckled. “What?”

“It’s just extremely hot when you say shit like that and I am trying to make a decision that really isn’t helped by my dick getting hard.”

He swelled larger in his underwear as he spoke and he could see the very second that mischievous glint took root in your eye.

“Aw," you pouted, slightly grinding your hips into his, making his breath hitch, "Does my man get turned on by commitment?"

His fingers dug into your waist to hold you still, and with a scowl, he said, "You already knew that so quit teasing me."

“Who's teasing?" You asked as you gave him a peck. "You've been distracted for three days, and I miss you. So let me take your mind off it. Then we can get some sleep and talk it over in the morning."

He loved you for that. That you knew him enough to refrain from pushing him in any direction. You knew enough to know when he needed a distraction from the things that most bothered him. 

"Deal," he whispered. Then his fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your face closer to his. 

—-

It wasn't talked about in the morning. Not that one nor the weeks worth that followed. The distraction Jake had been so thankful for continued to find itself in the forms of wake-up sex, and invigorating work days, and evenings filled with dedicated family time—things he actually cared about. Thinking about what to do with his mother had been bothersome enough that at the first chance to brush it aside, it slipped from his mind without effort. And he didn’t care, just as he didn’t care how his life had completely split after his father sent that email. 

It was a clean severing, like a hot blade through butter, and the two new parts were far from equal. You and his daughter occupied one chunk of his divided world—the larger of the two—and the other chunk was where his parents remained, dwarfed under the shadow of its massive counterpart. It was too easy to let go of that extra bit that was hanging off the end of what was an otherwise perfect life, so he did. 

He didn’t follow up with his grandmother—

A mistake he discovered when his mother walked through the front door of the Hard Deck and disrupted the peace surrounding his little family.

His trio had decided to have lunch with Rooster at the bar well before opening hours, and it was the lack of overlapping voices, clinking glasses, and occasional drunken shouting which allowed for the clicking of heels across hardwood flooring to echo clearly throughout the room. 

Three voices went eerily silent, the only continuous sound being that of Eve shaking her rattle toy, lost in the sweet ignorance of childhood and completely oblivious to the thickness that had just swelled throughout the bar. 

Jake glared at his grandmother who was just off to the side of her daughter-in-law. She stared back, a look of complete innocence on her face until she grew bored with silent standoff and, with a roll of her eyes, made a beeline for you and Eve. She smiled wide, immediately popping the bubble that was holding everyone hostage, to give you a little hug around the shoulders before kissing the top of Eve’s head. 

“Oh, I missed you,” she said as huddled beside the small girl.

Jake stood from the rounded table and crossed his arms over his chest, the movement broadening his shoulders and thickening his muscles, like an animal determined to protect his mate and cub from any predator bold enough to test him. And as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what he was looking at. The woman standing still as a statue twenty feet from him was not someone he recognized anymore. He couldn’t guarantee that her next move would not be in the form of a threat, so he didn’t risk it. 

His mother raised her hand in a wave weakened by uncertainty. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Her voice was meeker than he expected, and she stood less confidently than he’d ever known in his thirty-four years. Her styled hair and perfectly painted nails and carefully applied makeup suddenly seemed unnatural on the woman before him, like an ill-fitting costume hanging off her body with an uneasy facial expression to match. 

“Gram,” Jake began, a deep grit to his tone. He didn’t tear his eyes away from his mother. “What did you do?”

Without glancing her way, Jake knew his grandmother had taken his seat at the table, holding his daughter and likely making silly faces at her as she inserted herself in what was his pleasant weekend.

“You two need to talk,” she said. There was a smile in her voice. A giggle from Eve. “You weren’t going to make the first move, and she was coming either way, so I figured it would be best if I tagged along.”

The crease in Jake’s brow deepened. That was not enough for him. “No warning?”

“Nope. You wouldn’t have agreed.”

He shook his head. His mother still hadn’t moved. 

"Is he here?" Jake finally asked her.

His mother startled at his directness, but she recovered after a moment’s passing and took a step closer that Jake immediately made up by taking a step back. She paused. "Jake—"

"Is he here?" he snapped.

The new silence in the aftermath of his sharp tone was loud, terribly loud, and long-lasting. Painfully so.

"Uh, family?" Rooster suddenly said from behind him. "Why don't we take a little walk on the beach."

Chairs scraped across the floor and Jake couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so thankful for his friend. Rooster was the only other person to know the full truth of what was said about Jake’s girlfriend and daughter, and he undoubtedly felt the storm brewing. A storm he knew Jake wouldn’t want his family to witness. 

No one argued, and as the others made their way outside, you appeared in front of him, breaking the tension of his steady stare. He looked at you, making sure to soften the hard edge in his eyes to soothe the worry in yours, but it didn’t work. His smile was tight-lipped and brief.

"Go with them, Honey," he whispered with a nod toward the door. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles before running his thumb over the top of them. "It's ok."

He tried that smile again, but the expression on your face made it known he was no more convincing than before.

With your free hand you cupped his cheek, then you stood up on your toes to press your lips to his—a little token of strength. When you stepped away from him, you snuck a quick look at his mother before you were on your way, following everyone else out the back door onto the beach. 

Only once you were out of his sight did Jake allow his eyes to land back on his mother.

She swallowed hard, her shaky hands clasped in front of her. "She's lovely," she said.

"She is," he replied, crossing his arms once again, stony glare back in place. "Where's Dad?"

Her nerves radiated through the room. He could practically see them—thin wiggly lines emanating from her form. 

"He's on a business trip. He doesn't even know I came. I just wanted to meet them. I'm only here for a couple of days and—"

"What happens when he finds out?” Jake interjected. “He'll lose his mind. He’ll show up here, and he won't walk away without making his point clear when it comes to my girlfriend and baby."

He could feel his voice raising as he continued to speak, but he couldn’t restrain himself. The pure rage he’d been trying to tamp down for months was yanked to the surface now that he was looking directly into the eyes of someone who had no issue insulting you, and therefore, hurting him. 

She said his name again, but the overwhelming combination of her gentle tone and the pain swirling in her irises had tears beginning to coat his own, a stinging at his nose. 

It pissed him off.

"He isn't coming anywhere near them,” Jake practically growled, that internal animal determined to protect his family slipping through the calm demeanor he’d been so close to regaining. “Do you understand me? After the things he said, the things he called her? It's not happening."

His mother nodded. "I understand."

"That little girl is mine. I'm not being tricked into raising someone else's kid!"

"I know, sweetheart,” she said as she attempted a step closer. He flinched but didn’t move away. She took another step. “Gram showed me a picture of her. She looks just like you." 

He frowned at her hint of a smile, at her hand extending his way like to earn the trust of an aggressive puppy. 

"Jake, I'm so sorry,” She near whispered. She was closer than he realized—he blamed it on his blurring vision—and her palm tentatively landed on his forearm. “This is not how I wanted things to be. You’re my son. The woman you love is outside that door and she birthed my granddaughter.” Her fingers lightly squeezed. “The last thing I want is to be alienated from the family you’ve made.”

For what felt like the hundredth time in the last week, Jake didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think right. He felt lost, and the only things capable of bringing him to safety were not within grabbing distance, separated from him by a door that might as well have been a mile away. 

Another palm met his other forearm and his arms were carefully untwined. One of his hands was sandwiched between two smaller ones. He couldn’t decide if it was comforting. 

He’d never been terribly close to her, less close to his father, but it didn’t change that she was, in fact, his mother. He’d always feel a bond, in some form. And knowing that her actions, her words, or lack thereof, were too often influenced by being under his father’s thumb stuck in the back of his mind. Rarely did she drift, knowing she’d have to face his frustration, but she had this time, for him, for his child, and it made things all the more difficult. Confusing. 

"I know what was said was…horrible. And—" Her eyelids briefly closed as she shook her head. She blew out a subtle breath before looking up at him. “I know I didn't do anything about it. I didn't call you and tell you I wasn't on his side in this. But that's what I'm doing now."

His lips parted but she continued.

“If it doesn’t work, if you don’t want me around them, then I’ll go. I’ll respect that, sweetheart, but I just wanted to try.”

The longer she stood there, the longer she had her hands around his, looking as desperate as she did, the harder it was for Jake to maintain the same depth of anger that he’d been so attached to. It seeped away with the nagging obligation to let her try to be a grandmother to his daughter. Not just for his mother, but for Eve. His baby girl, for whom he would willingly spend his entire life trying to provide everything she deserved and more. 

Jake sighed. 

“You can meet them,” he said, “But—”

She smiled. “That’s enough for now. I wouldn’t ask for more.”

Good. He wouldn’t give her more. Not now. Not until he saw for himself how she behaved around you and his baby. 

Nodding, he said, “Come on, then.”

He could feel her nerves again as they stepped out the back door of the bar, but the moment he saw your face, all of his attention went to you and what you were going to think about what he’d just agreed to. 

You only gave a brief look to his mother, a small smile with it, before your eyes were back on his. The question in them he responded to with a nod, then his mother stepped out from behind him. She hadn’t a chance to get a good look at Eve when she arrived, but now that the girl was right in front of her, snuggled in your arms, his mother couldn’t peel her eyes away. 

Her hand raised to cover her mouth and muffle the light sob that escaped as she stared in awe at the girl. She eased over to you.

"Could I—" She started but hesitated.

Jake understood her pause. His mother was asking another mother—a woman she didn’t truly know—if she could hold her baby. And what mother would hand her child over to a stranger? He respected her for recognizing that. For not assuming she had a claim on his child. 

A relationship with Eve would be a gift to her, but not one she could demand. It was a gift that must be granted. A decision; His and yours. And while he had decided he was ok with his mother being around Eve, you, too, would have to agree. 

“Would it be alright with you if I held her?” his mother finally asked. 

You looked at Jake again and he nodded again—extra reassurance that he trusted the intentions of the woman asking you to hand over your entire world. 

Smile spreading across your face, you said, “Of course,” and lifted Eve in his mother’s direction. 

"Oh…gosh,” she breathed, settling the girl on her hip. "You're so wonderful, aren't you." 

Her words were breaking as they left her lips, but she continued to murmur sweet praises as she hugged the baby girl close, and kissed the top of her blonde head, and ran her fingers over the much smaller ones. His mother looked at and held her son’s daughter as if she were unreal, delicate, breakable. And that’s exactly what she was. Eve was a miracle—one that brought her parents together again when it seemed so horribly unlikely, and she needed to be treated as such.

Jake’s heart squeezed so beautifully at the sight, and the tears he thought had come and gone threatened to reemerge. He felt full. Oddly complete in a way he didn’t anticipate. 

It was uncomfortable to realize how much he wanted that acceptance, for himself, for you, for his child, but he couldn’t deny the relief of seeing his mother care. Not judging but loving the way he chose to live his life despite it being so different than what was expected of him. 

A brush against his hand pulled him away from the scene. You tugged on his fingers and grinned when his eyes met yours. You pulled more, but Jake was already moving to sit beside you on the bench. 

“You ok?” you asked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him. 

“I’m giving it a chance,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll see.”

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A/N: this will have a 2nd part.

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i hope this isnt weird or too specific--- (ignore this if u dont wanna do it!!)

i was hoping you could write about ciel and alois (blck btlr) with a very dreamy s/o? like, dreamy in so many aspects. like they look like they jumped out of a painting in a museum, or they could look identical to some figures they've seen in paintings. and their voice would be very calming too, quiet but clear iygwim.... like s/o is basically angelic and all that and their presence feels surreal to the boys

gn! reader if that's fine:DD

You are my everything

Hey. No problem at all. It's totally fine and thank you for your ask. I like when people send me specific asks because it helps me understand better and not mess up. At first I didn't understand what you meant by dreamy but because of your explication I think I got it. I will try to do gn but I never tried so if something is not right don't hesitate to tell me. And if you have any more ideas don't hesitate to send an ask.😁

Summary: Ciel and Alois whit a dreamy reader.

Characters: Ciel Phantomhive, Alois Trancy.

Warnings: gn!reader, some posesiveness in Alois?

Masterlist

Ciel Phantomhive

He first saw you in town. He was with Sebastian to take some things and investigate a new case given by the queen. But the care was totally forgotten when he saw you. You were the most beautiful person he has ever seen. He knew that you are from an aristocratic family from your clothes and your maid but didn't know which one.

So he puts Sebastian to do some research on you and he learns that you were Elisabeth's cousin. He couldn't believe it. Even more when he first talked to you at Elisabeth's birthday party. You were just so calm and welcoming that he felt safe in your presence. Your quiet but clear voice made him feel like he could tell you everything and you wouldn't judge him.

And because of that he broke the engagement with Lizzy and started to court you. Elizabeth's mother was a bit mad but couldn't stop Ciel because he loves him as her own son and he deserves to have happy memories.

So you two start to date after some time whit a new engagement made between Ciel's family and your's. He started to call you often at his mansion and talk to you. He could've sworn that you were an angel from heaven when you first comforted him after he had a nightmare and you stayed at his mansion overnight. You were so gentle with him like he was made of glass and would break at the slightest touch. It was such a different feeling that he felt he doesn't deserve it.

All this time he thought that the only thing that counts is to revenge his family and to reestablish his family name but now he starts to doubt it. The only thing that he can think of is that he doesn't want to lose you ever like he lost everyone else. He will protect you whit his life and will make sure that you are always comfortable.

God forgive anyone that hurts or embarrasses you because Sebastian will take care of him.

Ciel would often come to you to talk about what is bothering him and would be grateful for who you are that he sends you different dresses and jewelry that he knows will look good on you.

In conclusion he will love and cherish you till the day he dies and will always be grateful for your presence even in the darkest times.

Alois Trancy

He saw you in a museum in the art section. He couldn't believe how much you looked alike whit a portrait of a very beautiful women that lived over 200 years ago. He couldn't take his eyes of you so he made a move. He came to you and introduced himself in the hope that you will see him as fascinating as he sees you. And you did. You introduced yourself and engaged in a conversation whit Alois.

Your voice and your looks made him not want to leave you alone at all. He feelt like he is talking to an angel who came to safe him. He learned that you are the grand grand granddaughter of the woman in the painting and that she was one of the most beautiful women that lived in that time and that you are happy that you could resemble her.

He started to court you and made the engagement whit your parents. He asks Hannah some things that you would like and if you don't he will punish her severely.

He will eventually tell you everything about his past and about Claude. He feels so safe with you that he couldn't bring himself to hide it. And the moment when you just tell him that it doesn't matter, it doesn't define him he swore he could die right then and there as a happy boy.

He would tell Claude to protect you and to kill anyone who comes too close to you whit bad intentions.

He would be very clingy. He doesn't like being away from you. He feels like you are his lifeline and can't leave you.

Do you remember the time when Alois was on his knees in front of Claude to prevent him of leaving? He would do that when you wanted to go have some tea time whit another girl. (What can I say he has abandonament issues.)

He feels that he is the luckiest boy on the planet because he can have such a beautiful and calm lover who sees him for who he is and not for his money.

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Soooooo....yandere ji-hyeok and yandere ji-woj from marry my husband?

(Of-course, apologies if it's a bit rusty...)

Yandere!Ji-hyeok, Ji-won X Reader HCs

Yu Ji-hyeok

⊷ Okay, let's start with the fact that maybe he found with playing with the Pang and was immediately enamored with you, your personality, your caring nature, your beauty and introduced himself to you and took the kitty home hoping to see you again the next day..

⊷ Now it depends, if you came everyday after that, he would slowly build a bond with you and get your number and become one of your close friends, and if you didn't come like Jiwon..then he would still visit everyday hoping to see you bringing Pang with him!

⊷ Jihyeok, though definitely have a strong enough family is very much cared for you, he was always scared something will happen and the paranoia was horrible for his condition..he wouldn't sleep or anything, Huiyeong got annoyed at this and she agreed to be your friend to keep tabs on you for him so he gets his rest..

⊷ Jihyeok is never one to use his power as the grandson of a huge chairman, but for you, he definitely uses it to his advantage, like having you get into his sector, having you work side-by-side with him or Huiyeong!

⊷ Would never let Minhwan or Sumin get near you, oh hell no..He has seen those two hurt Jiwon, so he helped his friend and he knows those two will try to get close to you as well..he's not going to allow that!

⊷ Makes sure you're with him AT ALL TIMES!! He cannot stand being away, he will hold your wrists tightly (a bit too tightly at times..) and has a hand on your waist if he can't hold your hand...he just gets paranoid when you're not around....Don't ask why, he just does...worried someone will hurt you..

⊷ Needs to have you at arms-length at ALL TIMES! if that isn't possible, you have to be in his eye range, he isn't afraid to falsely accuse people you care about of serious crimes if it means you'll be under his control and under his embrace..

⊷ Huiyeong is also around you at-least 99% of the time, he has her gain your trust and tell him anything you say or think or do...everything is passed through her hands to Jihyeok.

⊷ Most definitely blackmails Minhwan and Sumin under the threat of revealing their crimes they committed to Jiwon and getting them fired if they even try to gaze at you!

Kang ji-won

⊷ Jiwon is more of a protective yandere so say the least...she knows people aren't the kindest in this world and you were with her since childhood and you comforted her when her father passed, when Eunho Baek confessed to Sumin and when Sumin overall embarrassed her but she was too dense to see through it...

⊷ Jiwon will makes sure any one whom she sees as a threat is somehow suddenly away from you or trapped in a very bad situation, Jiwon can pull a few strings...she's not dumb!

⊷ Jiwon cannot stand Sumin or Minhwan being around you, she will blackmail them and isn't afraid to reveal info to certain people..She definitely got Huiyeong and Jihyeok under her fingers to help her if anything goes wrong.

⊷ Jiwon doesn't know it very well, but she's a rather good manipulator and can use people's words against them, she is absolutely not afraid to manipulate you into depending on her or staying with her.

⊷ Makes sure you're safe at all times, has given tiny trinkets and attached some type of camera to it to see you at all times! She is also kind of a stalker at times to make sure you don't get hurt, she gives your...so she can keep an eye on you.

⊷ She will not let you be with anyone else other than her, she has been feeling as though she had been through enough and she will take whatever she deems she's worthy of and all that she thinks she deserves! And that includes you darling.

⊷ She isn't afraid to extinguish a life-light of one of your dear ones, by a little mistake of falsely accuse them of a crime...she is smart enough and has connections through Jihyeok and Huiyeong.

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hey! i hope your doing well, i would love to see anything fluffy for mike (headcanons, blurbs, whatever you feel like suits it most!) - he deserves the whole world and sm more to me 😭

A/N: I get youuuu, hope you enjoy 😁 started off with the relationship hcs but let me know if you wanna see anything more specific!!

Warnings: FNAF movie spoilers, mentions of violence

⋆✮ Dating Mike Schmidt Includes: ✮⋆

➳ Mike's been through a hell of a lot ever since his little brother got kidnapped, so I'm seeing major protectiveness and sometimes even clinginess involved from him when you end up dating because 😭 guy's been through stuff and he's not letting anyone else he's close to get hurt

➳ To be honest, at first he's pretty closed-off with people, vulnerable with a tough exterior, so if you meet him in some scenario where you're tied up with the Freddy's murders and job, he'll try to be distant and professional and all... ending up failing 🙃

➳ Eventually you start. talking more about personal things, hobbies your lives, and he'll mention his sister Abby and having to take the job because he needs the money and is in the middle of the custody situation with his sister. He's got a lot going on and the trauma of what happened all those years ago still wringing at his guilt, so being able to talk with someone who doesn't judge in a relaxed place is a nice change for him having to be on guard all the time.

➳ When Mike befriends you, which is what happens first, he's got your back. If you need someone to vent to or hang out with or whatever, he'll do whatever he can to help, and when it comes to you being in a sticky situation or someone trying to hurt you or play you, he always seems to realise and is in no way afraid of confrontation to get them to back off.

➳ Like if William tries sizing you up a bit... and Mike gets annoyed with that cool, defensive glare as he asks if he needs anything (I've got to make an imagine of this nowwww). I think Mike would only realise that he's actually jealous if you teased about it, or if he really loses his temper with someone that's not leaving you alone or something. Then it really nags at him and makes him think about actually liking you as more than a friend, and then that initial reluctance because everyone he gets close to seems to have something bad happen to them, like it's a curse. At the end of the day, he just wants you to be safe.

➳ It would take something big for Mike to confess to you, unless you take the first step (aka Abby begging you to tell him you like him too because she's getting bored of him not concentrating on what she's talking to him about or the conversation somehow curving to you and the stuff you're into). Maybe you're attacked at Freddy's and you're all in on the crisis together when Mike stands firmly in front of you when William reveals himself, or he shoves you out the way so you won't get hurt, ultimately jumping in front of the threat without a worry of him getting hit instead. It's then that he realises how much he needs you in his life, how he needs you alive because you add some joy to it that he hasn't felt in all these years, a change from the darkness that his head's stuck in.

➳ It all comes out of him in a rush as he looks you up and down with wild eyes and a firm grip, asking if you're alright and saying in a rush that "you're one of the most important people in the world to me, and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt... I- I couldn't live with myself, okay?!"

➳ Okayyy Mike, just kiss them 😏

➳ After you fight Afton together and get Vanessa looked after, you can finally breathe and properly start dating, which includes that familiar protectiveness and slight clinginess... and also being best friends with his little sister, which you 100% would be. You'd spend time drawing or chatting or playing random games while Mike was out working, eliminating the need for a babysitter because you're the perfect fit and get along with her great. And when he is home, you do a lot of stuff together, like a mini family, and there's finally that security and stability in that life she needed.

➳ I feel like Abby would find it hilarious to tell you all the sappy things Mike says about you on the rare occasions where you're not around, ending in Mike's cheeks flushing beet red and him picking her up and whirling her around playfully until she's in fits of laughter. "I heard Mike say that he found another reason to keep going when he realised he was in love wi- hey!!"

➳ Mike would be a bit clingy, again because of what happened with Garret; Mike being distracted for one moment and then blaming himself for the rest of his life because it was that moment where his brother was taken and killed. So if you are out, on a date or just around, this guy will not leave your side. He's the kind of person to text you again and again if you don't respond to the first message, and it's kind of cute how much he worries, but then he doesn't need to, and every now and then he'll need your reassurance that you guys are safe and that you won't leave him, which stills ends with him burying his face in your neck for a long tight hug for a while.

➳ MIKE'S A BIG HUGGER. CHANGE MY MIND.

➳ Whether you're watching a movie with him and Abby, or you're out on a date or sleeping or whatever, Mike will always have some contact with you if you've told him you're okay with it: fingers linked under the table, pressed into his side while you're watching TV (with an affectionate forehead kiss every five minutes 🥺) or being half crushed to death while you're trying to sleep when he rolls onto you and traps you under his leg... good luck if you need to go to the bathroom. Chances are he'll end up trailing after you with mumbled protests.

➳ That protectiveness always kicks in when someone looks at you for too long, or in a way that he doesn't like the look of, or if you're obviously uncomfortable with. If you're quick, you can just convince him to walk away and you two go somewhere else, because Mike will end up getting annoyed and giving the guy a line to get him to make them go away. If he's not careful, he might end up getting in a fight again, but he'll really try not to when you tell him off for it and promise him that things are okay and you're not going anywhere.

➳ You and Abby are basically Mike's world, after all that's happened, there are only really two people left that he truly cares for and would do anything for. Once you're in a relationship with him, he'll do everything he can to make sure you're safe and won't have to go through anything he had to. If ever you're upset, he'll listen for hours with no judgement and major support, whatever mood you're in somehow rubbing off on him. Mike will admit his feelings in a rush, and when he does, he's not afraid to tell you that he loves you whenever you need to hear it, or whenever he wants to say it and wants you to be reminded. It's something that you can never doubt.