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thisgirlnamedblusy · 3 months ago

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Hey!!!:) I can’t really remember if I've requested this before, but just in case, I’m sending it again. 😭

could I ask for a story where reader and Donna are struggling to have a baby? They’ve been trying for some time, but nothing seems to be happening, and they’re feeling really desperate to make it work.

Maybe reader starts to feel a bit insecure and scared, worried that Donna might lose patience and idk throw her out if she doesn’t get pregnant. She thinks that Donna is disappointed in her and blames the situation on her.

But at the end, it finally works out, and they’re overwhelmingly happy!

Thank you, and I wish you well, as always! ;)

Yesss!!!! I don't remember a similar request, but thank you for it!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

Patience

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst (G!P Donna slightly implied)

Word count: 6,827

Summary: You wanted to give her a baby, to start a family, but you didn't know if you could...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

You paced back and forth, nervous, thinking about what the best words would be to confront the problem, wondering if those words really existed in your entire vocabulary. You were nervous, alone in that big house, with your mind too busy to be aware of the passage of time.

You were already accustomed to the darkness of a place that once seemed sinister to you, a dark, isolated and almost forbidden house.

A couple of years ago you decided to face your own fears, to enter the forest which gave you nightmares, that forest no one entered, and from which no one ever returned.

It could be that you were born in that place, in that village isolated from the world, under the protection and mercy of the Black Gods. Neither they, nor Mother Miranda, nor the Lords were reasons for you to think your life was safe, for you to believe you were nothing but a simple human being in a strange place.

You were not the most devout villager, nor the most helpful, nor the most sociable. You were simply you. A girl lost in a dark world, surrounded by legends, by fears that your family instilled in you over time.

Perhaps you could have lived differently if your parents had not been the cause of your fears. They, faithful devotees of the Cult, took care to warn you of all the dangers that the masses said didn’t exist, of that shadow that always hovered over you, over the creatures protected by those absurd Gods.

That extreme fear, that trembling in your legs every time the Lords were near, caused one of your most characteristic traits to be cowardice, cowardice that, when you turned 19, you decided to forget.

What was the best way to do it? Facing your fears.

The forest seemed the ideal place for it. There were no lycans. There was no constant danger as could be in the castle. That place was always uninhabited. It could even seem that there was no danger behind that wooden bridge.

You were wrong. You knew who lived there. You knew what could happen if she caught you. Donna Beneviento was the youngest, the most mysterious of the Lords and the owner of that forest, of those ramshackle cabins.

A dark woman, with a dark past, with serious problems in her mind, with the ability to make anyone who disturbed her suffer and wipe them off the map while screaming in terror. You knew it and for some reason, you assumed that it wouldn’t happen to you. But, again, you were completely wrong.

After walking around that place, telling yourself that everything was okay, that you hadn't done anything wrong, you tripped and fell into a small ditch, hurting your foot.

Asking for help was absurd, and moving, too.

When that black shadow, when that woman in black appeared before your eyes with a stoic pose, covered by the black veil, watching you, you could only close your eyes.

Nothing happened to you. Lady Beneviento was nothing like anything you had heard. Yes, she was a quiet woman, uncommunicative, but... Well, she helped you without reason. She healed your wounds under an almost sepulchral silence. Something unexpected, but that would lead to many more encounters, to questions with a hoarse, whispering voice.

It wasn't long before the fear disappeared and you began to feel other things towards that woman. A mutual feeling that settled in your heart after seeing her true face for yourself, the thing she was ashamed of. Beauty was something subjective but… In that case, you didn't think it was like that at all.

Then the kisses came, the hugs, the pleas for you to stay a little longer, just a little longer. You didn't care about anything, not the deformity of her face, not her body, altered by the the Gods’ whim … Nothing, nothing prevented you from falling madly in love with her.

And so two years passed, the two best years of your life.

But, like everything, nothing could be perfect, not that day, the day in which you had to expose to the brunette the worries you had for several days.

In your mind you rehearsed the conversation over and over again, the way to tell her what was happening to you, what that could mean. You could have tried to keep hiding it from her, but it was pointless.

Donna wasn't a bad person. She was kind, caring and understanding. Her problems didn't mix with yours and besides, you had learned to deal with those crises. You shouldn't be afraid, right?

After a while, the door of the mansion opened, letting in the woman of your life, covered in that horrible black veil, holding the fun and irreverent Angie in her arms.

“Oh, Donna, you're early,” you said nervously, walking towards her while she got rid of the cloth that covered her beauty. Her serious face sketched a smile as she saw how you approached, how you kissed her quickly.

“It was just a meeting like any other,” she explained, gently grabbing your waist, returning more quick kisses, unfortunately for the doll, who let out a furious growl.

“I'm glad to hear it,” you sighed, letting your head rest on her shoulder.

Any moment was good to express the love you felt for her, to melt with her hugs, but that day was different, that day her arms were not romantic, they were more like a refuge.

“Were you bored?” Donna asked, kissing your head and finally pulling away, putting her veil in a drawer. You sighed, shaking your head.

“No, I’ve been sorting out the books in the living room,” you explained, walking next to her, who listened intently to your words, nodding slowly.

“It was not necessary,” she whispered in a tender voice, taking your hand, noticing it was shaking. “(Y/N), tesoro… You’re shaking.”

“Oh, well,” you said, pulling your hand away quickly, too quickly, affirming your concerns. “It’s nothing.”

Donna looked at you with a frown. You weren’t the best of liars, and she wasn’t stupid. You couldn’t fool her or lie to her, she would always know.

“What’s wrong?” she asked again, facing you and placing a lock of hair behind your ear. “Something’s worrying you…”

“Th, the truth is… Yes,” you sighed, finally confessing, continuing your mental search for the right words, one that was fruitless. “Come, I have, I have to tell you something,” you said, taking her hand and leading her to your favorite reading corner, indicating that she should sit down.

“Okay… Dimmi, (Y/N),” she whispered with a low voice, broken by the nerves she fought against every time you had something to tell her.

You could say that Donna, in her own way, was also quite a coward, although her only fear was always the same, losing you.

“Um, I… I don't really know how to tell you,” you stammered, scratching the back of your neck but not separating your hand from hers. “I'm, I'm a bit… scared.”

“Scared,” Donna repeated, with a marked accent that betrayed her own concern. “What are you scared of, tesoro?”

“Scared is perhaps not the right word…” you murmured, looking at the ceiling, anywhere except at her bright eye. “Let's say… Worried?”

“Well, in that case, tell me what's worrying you,” the lady in black said, nodding understandingly.

You took a breath, unable to find those magic words, ones that weren't dangerous, that wouldn't make the lady nervous.

“I'm late,” you finally said, closing your eyes and opening them slowly, cowardly checking her reaction. She seemed calm, her face didn't change.

“You're late…” she repeated cautiously, blinking erratically.

“Yes, I… I should have gotten my period last week and… Well, I’m a week late,”you said in a whisper that was becoming increasingly inaudible.

“Um…” Donna murmured, smiling nervously. “What do you mean, (Y/N)?”

“Well, I mean, I mean…” you stammered, your body shaking from that fear, that thing you didn't want to think was possible, even though deep down, you knew that it was, of course it was possible.

“Amore mio,” Donna said, with a surprised but radiant face, taking your hands, squeezing them affectionately. “Sei incinta?”

“What?” you asked confused, trying to figure out what she had asked. After all that time with her, you didn't have to think about it too much anymore. “Oh, I… I don't know.”

“Tesoro…” Donna sighed, cupping your face in her hands, with a radiant smile, of sincere happiness, something that relaxed you a bit. “Are we going to have a baby?”

“I don't know, Donna, I… I've always, always been regular like a clockwork and… Well, I don't really know but… Yes, it's quite likely,” you murmured, pleasantly surprised by her reaction, which was, of course, what you feared the most.

“That's wonderful news, (Y/N), a baby…” she said, radiating happiness, kissing you quickly, excited.

“Is it?” you asked confused, laughing at her quick kisses, at that tender nervousness of the brunette.

“Of course, tesoro,” she said, nodding, settling down next to you on the couch

“Wow, you've taken it well,” you sighed in relief, dodging the hundreds of kisses that attacked you mercilessly. “I didn’t know you were so excited about it.”

“Honestly, I didn’t either,” the lady said, shaking her head, still caressing you. “But thinking about it makes me... It makes me happy.”

“Does it? Well, that's a relief,” you joked, thinking about how stupid you were to think that somehow it would be bad news. “Anyway, it's just a delay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit.”

“You said you were regular like a clockwork,” she said, visibly nervous. “It's incredible... A baby...”

“I don't know if I'm ready for it,” you said somewhat fearfully, with a lot of new worries assaulting your mind, a lot of things that were going to happen and that you didn't know how to handle.

“Certo, I guess no one is ready enough but... Don't worry, I'll help you with everything you need,” she sighed, with her hand on your cheek, with her eye shining with emotion. “And, and we will be... A family, a real one.”

“Family? It sounds great,” you said amused as Donna bit her lower lip, unable to hold back a tear of emotion.

“You make me so happy…” she sighed in a sweeter voice, kissing you again, this time more slowly, enjoying the contact. “Oh, oh, there are so many things to think about…”

“Yes,” you laughed amused, wiping away a tear that was running down your cheek. “So many things…”

“Yes, I… I'll have to make some clothes for it and, well, we should think about where it’s going to sleep and… Is it a boy or a girl?”

“How would I know?” you asked, shaking your head and arching your eyebrows. “Donna, relax, it's too early for that.”

“No, no, no, you're the one who has to relax and rest. A, from now on I'll take care of you as if you were a princess… My princess…” the lady sighed, brushing her nose against yours. “Amore mio, ti amo così tanto…”

“Me too, Donna, me too…”

At least it was good news for her. You couldn't hide that incipient fear of being a mother, that strange nervousness. A baby wasn't exactly something you had in mind. It was something improvised, a surprise.

Donna, for her part, was elated, excited, smiling; eager to meet that life she created inside of you. Everything had to be perfect for baby Beneviento and, from what you had seen, it was going to be.

Her fears, problems or worries didn't seem to overshadow that emotion, the joy of having a family, of starting one with you.

In your mind you thought about the consequences, the reality of your situation, how it would change your life. After thinking about it, you came to the same conclusion as the lady in black, it was wonderful news.

But, as if it had been nothing but a joke of fate, everything went wrong one morning. Just when you could already feel that same emotion as your girlfriend, the harsh reality hit your feelings; it had been a false alarm.

Your period came back to mock you, to mercilessly crush that happiness you were no longer able to stop feeling. It was a disappointment, a terrible disappointment that you had to tell her. Again, you didn't know how.

“Donna...” you murmured, slowly opening the doors of the workshop where she worked on her dolls. She turned around with a smile, indicating you to come closer.

“Ciao, tesoro, come, look at this,” she said, with that same smile, showing you what looked like a small, very small garment. “Do you like it?”

You took in your hands what looked like a small pajama, decorated with animals, hand-embroidered in an extraordinary way, although it shouldn't surprise you.

“It's nice,” you whispered, suppressing a sob.

No, you just didn't see yourself capable of giving her the bad news. You had never seen her so happy, not even the day you told her you loved her for the first time.

“I made it with grey fabric, and before you tell me, no, it's not a sinister vice on dark tones,” Donna joked, picking up the pajamas again and running her hands over the embroidery. “I chose grey because I don't know if it's going to be a boy or a girl, and besides, that pink and blue nonsense is a bit old-fashioned, isn't it?”

“Old-fashioned? But Donna…” you said amused, with a sad smile. “Aren't you over 50?”

The lady in black, as clueless with jokes as ever, looked up, as if she was seriously considering her answer.

“I couldn’t tell you,” she said seriously, focused again.

You rolled your eyes, bending down to give her a soft kiss on the cheek, one that made her smile back, you didn’t know for how long.

“Donna, I…” you began, sighing.

“I thought that the baby would sleep with us until it was old enough,” the doll maker interrupted, leaving you a second away from telling the truth. “Yes, yes, I know that the guest room is far from the basement but don’t worry, Angie will take care of it.”

“Hey!” the doll protested, with a high-pitched squeak. “If I’m going to babysit a crying child, I demand compensation.”

“Compensation? I gave you the gift of life,” Donna said amused, looking at you in a complicit manner.

The doll growled as she walked towards you comically.

“You're going to take it away from me by making me endure your child: Mom! Where's Mom? I'm afraid of the dark! Angie, come to the bathroom with me, that lady in the painting scares me! That's not free, silly Donna,” the puppet mocked.

Donna laughed tenderly, shaking her head. You took a breath, closing your eyes.

“Donna,” you said in a more serious tone.

“Don't pay attention to her, she's looking forward to having someone to play with,” the lady said, carefully folding the pajamas.

“Your life will be like hell!” Angie shrieked again, apparently furious. “We'll be your worst nightmare, you tireless copulators!”

The lady in black sighed with the same tenderness in her smile.

“Honey, listen to me for a moment,” you said, slowly losing your patience. It was as if deep down, Donna was ignoring you on purpose, as if she didn't want to know what you had to say to her.

“Mm?” she murmured, leafing through a book on sewing patterns, a book about baby clothes. “Oh, look at that crib... We'll have to ask the carpenter to make us one and...”

“Donna, listen to me,” you said abruptly, holding her shoulders, forcing her to look at you. Her eye widened with a confused look and she nodded. “I'm not pregnant.”

“Cosa?” she asked in a small voice, frowning, beginning to tremble.

“Non, sono, incinta,” you repeated, dragging out your words, demonstrating everything you had learned in those two years.

You wanted to be no doubt, to be clear. You may have been a bit abrupt, but it was necessary. When Donna got something in her head, it was very difficult to her to get it out.

“No?” she sighed, looking down, her smile slowly disappearing. “But, but… What happened?”

“Nothing, nothing happened,” you said in a somber voice, hurt by that reaction, by seeing the sadness in her eye again. “It was a false alarm, that's all.”

“Oh, um… Okay, I…” Donna stammered looking away, breathing nervously, disappointed. “I, I need a moment.”

“Donna, honey,” you said affectionately, running a hand over her cheek, which she gently pushed away.

“Please, go away,” she whispered, in a voice that warned of an imminent crisis. “Leave me alone.”

“My love…” you sighed, shaking your head.

“Get out!” she shouted nervously, forcing you to obey her, sobbing. You didn't want to argue, that was the last thing you needed at that moment.

It was a horrible day, and, after it, time didn't change that bitterness.

Donna didn't seem the same. She had gone back in time. She had become surly again, always with that sad look, with that darkness on her face. For you it had been a bad experience but for her, for her it was much worse.

You really didn't think she would accept it that much, you didn't even know that she was that excited about having a child with you. In your thoughts there was only one question, one that you asked yourself every night, one for which you still had no answer: What if we have a child?

After thinking about it thoroughly, having that kind of respite thanks to that scare, you were able to think things through better, think pros and cons before making a decision. It didn't take long for you to know what you wanted to do, what you could do.

Starting a family wasn't in your short-term plans, but little by little, you began to want it, to look to the future with a smile. Yes, of course you did, you wanted a child, a child with her. You wanted that happy family you began to dream of.

“Honey?” you asked one morning, peeking into the kitchen.

Donna was there, preparing food with that same sad expression, one she'd had for weeks and that you couldn't erase. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye, with a fake smile, gesturing for you to come closer.

“Mm, it smells so good,” you said sighing, grabbing her waist from behind. She laughed shyly, offering you a sample of that delicious sauce.

“Do you think it needs some more salt?” she asked concentrated while you tasted it, shaking your head.

“No, it's perfect, darling,” you said, nodding with a genuine smile.

Donna imitated your gesture, moving so you would let her go.

“Am I disturbing you?” you asked a bit nervously, again, not knowing what words to use to express your decision. She looked at you briefly, shaking her head.

“No, you’re not,” she said with a cold voice, but trying not to lose her tenderness.

“Good, because… Because, I have to talk to you,” you said, tilting your head so she would look at you, something she did briefly, returning to the food right after. “Seriously.”

“Talk, tesoro,” she whispered, stirring that delicious sauce.

You rolled your eyes, taking her hand away from the wooden spoon and leaving it on the counter, turning her body.

“(Y/N), I'm, I'm cooking,” Donna protested, still holding your hand but with an annoyed expression. “Can't we talk another time?”

“No, hey, listen, I've been thinking…” you said, gesturing with your other hand.

“I can listen to you while I cook,” she murmured, letting your hand go and picking up the spoon again.

You groaned, snatching it back from her. A bad idea, since Donna was more irritable than usual. Poor thing, she probably had no idea. You were going to cheer her soul up again.

“No, I really want you to listen to me,” you insisted, now taking both of her hands, holding her in front of you.

The lady sighed and nodded in defeat.

“I thought that… Well, maybe, maybe it's not such a bad idea to have a baby,” you said, letting your nerves speak for you. She stared at you, frowning.

“What do you mean?” she asked confused, studying your gestures.

“I mean that, well… I saw you so excited that time that… Yes, Donna, I want, I want to have a baby with you, one, one that we want, you know…” you said with a mischievous look, playing with her hands. “If it's okay with you, of course.”

“Are you serious?” she asked, with that bright smile briefly returning to her face. “Do you want… Do you want to have a baby with me?”

“Yes, Donna, of course I want,” you nodded smiling, relaxed by seeing the happiness on her face again, by seeing the illusion that disappeared so abruptly.

“You make me so happy…” the lady sighed, resting her forehead against yours, kissing you slowly. “So, so happy…”

You laughed amused, hanging on her neck, biting your lip.

“How about you turn off the gas, stop preparing that delicious meal for a moment and get to it?” you asked, whispering in her ear. She looked at you, breathing nervously, turning the kitchen faucet.

“With pleasure,” she whispered back, taking you in her arms by surprise, walking out of the old kitchen among timid laughs.

At least that illusion, that desire to fight, to love, to live, returned to Lady Beneviento. You were also excited, waiting for events to develop on their own.

You always considered yourself a lucky girl. In your 21 years you had been very lucky with your decisions, very lucky to meet Donna, to win her love… You thought that chance was in your favor, ready to compensate you for so many years of darkness, for that fearful and lonely childhood.

You didn't know why when you were happiest, luck seemed to abandon you.

“Well?” the lady in black asked, nervously playing with her hands, waiting for the result, like every month.

“Boy or girl, silly?” Angie asked too, while you approached slowly, with a sad look.

“Nothing,” you murmured, showing the horrible result of that test. “Negative.”

“What? L-Let me see,” the lady said, frowning and snatching the test from your hands, confirming your failure.

“What do you have to do with it? It's a damn line, Donna,” you said frustrated, letting yourself fall on the couch.

Of course, you weren't lucky anymore.

Yes, well, it would have been too much of a coincidence if it had worked on the first try. On the first, maybe the second, but not on the fourth.

Nerves, anxiety began to take their toll on your body. You weren't getting pregnant, no matter how many times you tried. Fate was no longer on your side.

You tried everything, reading books, taking your temperature... None of those methods seemed useful to you. You knew that giving up was cowardly, but, little by little, you began to lose hope.

Donna seemed calm, understanding, but deep down, you knew that she wasn't, causing you to be in a constant nervous state, an irritability more typical of the lady in black than of yourself.

It wasn't anger at Donna. She was doing everything she could. That anger, that frustration was only directed at one person, you.

“Shit...” you hissed, crossing your arms, shaking your head.

“She said shit,” Angie sang, pointing at you mockingly.

“Hey, leave me alone, will you? Get lost,” you said sharply to the doll, who stopped laughing immediately, surely due to the coldness of your gaze, an unusual one.

“Don't take it out on Angie, tesoro,” Donna said, sitting next to you and leaving that failed test on the table. “It's okay, we'll try again.”

“Surely everything would be easier if that piece of wood and porcelain stopped being unnaturally alive!” you shrieked furiously, causing the doll to flee in terror.

“(Y/N)…” the lady sighed, controlling the trembling of your hands. “Come on, amore mio, relax.”

“I'm relaxed, can't you see it?” you growled, pulling your hands away from hers, frustrated, terribly frustrated. She tilted her head with a sad look.

“Nobody said it was easy… We must, we must be patient,” Donna told you, with a soft and tender voice, enduring your brusqueness, your bad mood.

Meanwhile your head was thinking about what the reason for your failure could be; why life didn't seem to want to make its way into your body. You didn't want to think it was your fault, anything but that.

On other occasions you would have swallowed your accusations, but the pressure was already too strong.

“What if it's your fault?” you murmured with a frown, moving away from the woman in black, who pointed at herself, confused.

“Mine?” she asked, surprised by your accusation.

“Yes, yours, who tells you that you can have children?” you asked irrationally, taking it all out on poor Donna. She was very patient with you.

“Oh, well, I, I…” she stammered with a shy look, with an embarrassed smile.

“You, what?” you insisted, with a tone that was too arrogant.

“Oh, (Y/N), it's not possible... Nothing's wrong with me, everything's fine,” she said, making you frown distrustfully at seeing her nervousness.

“No? How can you be so sure?” you asked inquisitively, narrowing your eyes.

“Well, because... Oh, I forgot that I had to do something and...” Donna said, getting up nervously from the sofa. You no longer had any doubts.

“Hey, hey, hey! Come here, Beneviento,” you said furiously, grabbing the lady by her wrist, contemplating the lie hidden in her bright eye. “Spit it out, what are you hiding from me?”

“I, niente...” she stammered, giving herself away even more.

“Niente? So I guess I have to believe your word,” you hissed with a dangerous look, leaving the lady in black with no way out, who moved nervously. “Donna…”

“I had to do it, okay?” she finally said, walking further away from you.

“Do what?” you asked impatiently, stamping your foot on the floor, furious for no reason, angry at Donna, at your own failure.

“I had to know if… If I won't be able to get you pregnant because… Because of me,” she whispered, avoiding your gaze.

“What have you done?” you asked again, through clenched teeth, making your lover more and more nervous.

“I, I told Mother Miranda to… Well, to… do some tests to me,” Donna confessed, lowering her gaze. You were left breathless, your heart struggling to calm down.

“What? Her? What tests?” you insisted nervously.

Donna shrugged, blush visible on her cheeks.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, just some analysis,” she explained with a shaky voice, with a marked accent, trying to get away from you again.

You made a face of disgust, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Analysis? Oh, no, I don't think you let that witch manipulate your…” you hissed, upset.

“What did you want me to do?” she protested, more sure of herself, clenching her fists on both sides of her hips. “I should wait again and again just to see us fail?”

“You're the one who says that we have to be patient,” you reproached, annoyed by her words.

“Yes, but, but… I wanted, I wanted to make sure, (Y/N), and you know what? I'm perfectly fine, I'm fertile,” Donna said, with a cockier tone, nervous, nervous just like you.

“Oh, I'm happy for you…” you mocked with an ironic tone. “Then it's my fault, right?”

“I didn't say that,” the ventriloquist hissed, with a cold look. “But if you agreed to let Mother Miranda to check you, maybe…”

“No! No way!” you shouted nervously, terrified by that possibility. “We've already talked about it, although I see what it was for… You've ignored it.”

“Why are you so stubborn?” Donna asked, with a calmer fury, with pain in her eye, not resentment. “I just want her to take a look at you.”

“Sure, sure…” you murmured, nodding ironically. “I thought I made it clear. I didn't want that kind of mutant crow to know we were going to have a baby.”

“Why not? She has a right to know,” the lady said, increasingly nervous.

“Shit, Donna, because I say it!” you shrieked, echoing off the old walls. “You told me that she wants to resurrect her daughter, how can you be so stupid?”

“Perché mi stai insultando?” she sobbed, with a tear sliding down her cheek. “(Y/N)…”

“Donna, wake up,” you said, without the slightest regret for her apparent crisis, selfishly ignoring her feelings. “Miranda wants a daughter, we want a baby. They are dangerously common interests, don't you understand?”

“She would never hurt our child,” the lady in black hissed, changing her sobs into furious gasps.

“No? Are you completely sure?” you asked mockingly, with your conscience screaming for you to listen to it.

“Although, even if she wanted to, I would never allow it,” Donna whispered, clenching her fists again. “You have to listen to me, (Y/N), let her examine you and…”

“I said no,” you said in a calmer voice, but confident in yourself. “We will keep trying, I have time.”

Your hatred towards Mother Miranda seemed to be the only reason for your refusal, but you knew it wasn't. You were scared and terrified. You couldn't know if you were to blame, if your body refused to take that step, if there was a biological or physical reason for so much failure. If so, what would Donna think? How would she react to the possibility that you couldn't have children?

Just thinking about it made your stomach clench. If you didn't know how excited she was, you wouldn't have given it any importance, but you knew that Donna wanted a baby, she wanted to start a family with you. If she couldn't do it, what made you think she would want to continue with you?

“Donna, wait,” you said in a whisper, when the lady in black turned around furiously, mad at you, with your terribly unfair attitude. “Wait, darling.”

She stopped, turning around again slowly, her breathing labored. You gestured for her to come closer and she reluctantly obeyed.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered, hugging her tenderly. “I'm sorry, my love, I didn't mean to insult you. I'm just… I'm nervous. I didn't think it would be that difficult.”

Donna sighed in your ear, hugging you back, holding you tightly against her body.

“I know, I'm nervous too,” she murmured, holding your face, brushing your hair away from your face, looking you straight in the eyes. “But don't worry. Everything will be fine, you'll see.”

“I don't want her to see me, or touch me, or... No, I don't want to...” you sobbed, burying your head in her dress, letting those tears of frustration soak the black fabric as she rocked you with a soothing whisper.

“It's okay, it's okay, tesoro, I'm not going to force you,” she said softly, comforting your crying, your helplessness, your frustrated desire to give her the family she deserved.

Everything seemed to calm down, but that little haven of peace didn't last long. You kept trying, you kept failing.

The most likely cause would be your body. You would be the one to blame. You couldn't find another possible reason, something to excuse yourself with. You tried everything, and you just kept failing.

The insecurity that was already beating strongly in your subconscious came to light. A horrible depression loomed over you, over you two. You only saw disappointment in your lover's eye, failure, your failure.

Her spirits were also dampened by all these fruitless attempts. Donna was sad, but you were terrified. Nightmares began to plague your sleepless nights, the most horrible images you could see appearing in your dreams, images of Donna with another woman, with a precious baby in her hands, with that she wanted so much and you couldn't give her.

The constant torture of your mind passed to your body. You didn't feel like eating, sleeping, living... Not even in the moments when you mixed your bodies you could stay focused. That act of love, of passion between two people was reduced to a simple routine, to a few programmed movements and endings.

Everything stopped making sense to you, everything became cloudy, disappeared.

You even pretended to fall asleep on the couch to avoid sharing a bed with Donna. You had no right to do so, you were a disappointment, a failure. Shadows began to hover over you, over your relationship, or at least, that was what you saw, what her gaze told you.

“No?” Angie asked, sitting next to your lying body on the couch, trying to cheer you up. It was something worthy of admiration, but you couldn't even appreciate it.

You shook your head, unfazed by that senseless joke.

“Okay... Oh, oh... How about this one? Let's see, (Y/N), can you tell me the difference between a toilet and a car?” the doll asked, with a voice worthy of the best comedian.

“I have no idea,” you sighed, shrinking more into yourself.

“Easy, in the car you sit to run, but in the toilet you run to sit…” Angie said, making the sound of a drum roll.

Well, at least she managed to get a smile out of you, even if it was a sad, lifeless one.

“You laughed, silly!” the puppet shrieked, amused.

“Thanks, Angie…” you murmured, rubbing your arms due to the cold you felt, the pain in your body from having slept there so many nights.

“Don’t thank me,” she mocked. “You have to get up from there, you're going to get moldy,” she said amused, pushing you with her ridiculous strength to get you to stand up, something she naturally failed to do.

“Leave me alone, will you? I've heard enough stupid jokes for today…” you murmured, turning around.

“Oh, Donna, Donna, the fool laughed!” the doll said suddenly, when the sound of heels interrupted that conversation.

“Did she?” a soft voice asked, the lady in black, who sat next to you, caressing your hair affectionately. “Amore mio… how are you?”

“I can tell you I'm not… Pregnant,” you sighed, suppressing a sob, not daring to look at the lady, shrinking even more.

“Have you taken the test?” Donna asked softly, ignoring your increasingly frequent ironies. “Have you had your period?”

“No, I haven't taken the test,” you whispered, shaking your head. “What for? I already know the result.”

“Have you bled?” she asked again.

You shook your head again.

“No, but that doesn't mean anything, it's just that I'm eating wrong,” you explained, shivering with a chill.

“You're freezing, tesoro, let me cover you,” Donna commented with another tired sigh, unfolding a warm blanket and putting it over you.

“Thanks…” you whispered, briefly looking at the brunette, who sketched a tired smile as she continued her caresses on your hair.

“(Y/N), you have to cheer up…” she murmured after a few minutes of silence. “You don't know how much it hurts me to…”

For some reason you didn't know, you stood up furiously, misinterpreting her words.

“What hurts you, Donna? Does it hurt you that I'm a failure?” you asked abruptly, irrationally, unhinged. “Does it hurt you that I'm not able to get pregnant?”

“No…” she sighed, with her eyebrow arched, keeping the softness of her gaze. “No, tesoro, it hurts me to see you in that condition.”

“Relax, it will pass,” you commented, sitting on the sofa, with that blanket clinging to your body. “I suppose everything has an end, right?”

“What do you mean?” Donna asked, in a small voice.

“Come on, Donna, stop pretending that you care about me,” you hissed, pointing at her unpleasantly.

“Pretend? What are you talking about?” she asked confused, playing nervously with her hands.

“Oh, please, stop it,” you protested, crossing your arms. “Look, if you're going to leave me, do it now, don't make me suffer.”

“I don't understand you, leave you?” the lady in black asked again, blinking nervously.

“Yes, of course you do…” you whispered, nodding mockingly. “It's very clear. I can't get pregnant, I'm useless to you. You're probably looking for another stupid girl to let you impregnate her, to give you what I can't. That's it, isn't it?”

“Why do you say so? Tesoro, you're rambling, you have to calm down. Do you want some tea?”

“I don't want a fucking tea!” you screamed furiously, making the lady back away. “I want you to tell me the truth, to tell me that you don't need me anymore, that you're going to kick me out of your house! Because I'm useless.”

“No, non è vero…” Donna murmured, trying to take your hands, trying to make you reason. “I love you…”

“Do you love me? Please… You can't love me, I'm a failure,” you said, dragging out the words, letting the tears leave your eyes again.

“Basta, (Y/N). I can't stand to hear you say those things,�� Donna said, darkening her gaze. “You're not a failure, do you hear me?”

“You can't stand, what else can't you stand? You should throw me out right now and start the family you want with another woman, a better one,” you said with a calmer voice, but hurt.

“I don't want another woman, I love you…” she sighed, more and more nervous, but keeping her composure. “Please, tesoro, stop… Saying those things…”

“It's the truth,” you said, shaking your head. “I'll pack my bags.”

“What? No!” the lady shrieked, furious, grabbing you by the shoulders. “Please, (Y/N), come back to your senses. I don't love you because you can give me a baby, I love you for who you are, I'm crazy about you, and… I, I don't care that you can't get pregnant. It's not that important to me.”

“You say that now, I can see your disappointed face,” you said, ignoring her words.

“I'm not going to deny that I would like to have a child with you, that I would like it more than anything, but… Listen to me, I'm not losing hope, besides, we can adopt,” she said, holding your nervous hands, slightly lifting your chin.

You nodded, letting the air out of your lungs, closing your eyes, regretting your attitude.

“Don't lose hope,” you repeated sobbing, playing with the fabric of the blanket.

Donna shook her head with a reassuring smile.

“Everything will be fine, amore mio, trust me,” she whispered tenderly, kissing you slowly, letting her lips silence your crying.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, a little more relaxed, leaning on her shoulder.

“Intuition...” she sighed, kissing your hair and getting up from the couch. “Come on, tesoro, take the test.”

“What for?” you asked listlessly, rubbing your eyes with your fingers.

“Just do it. I have a good feeling about it,” she said, with a sincere smile, pulling you up, giving you the object after a quick kiss.

You really didn't expect anything. You took the test so you could continue to regret it, so you could continue to sink into your failure.

“And now that damn line will appear and…” you said while washing your hands, with the test visible in the sink. You had to look at it several times, it didn't look like always. “One… Two…” you counted the lines that appeared, you counted them several times. “One… Two…”

You put it face down, you looked at it carefully. There was no doubt. Two lines.

“One… And…” you murmured, opening your eyes wide. “Gods… Gods! Donna!”

You ran towards the stairs, going down them almost doing acrobatics, almost tripping clumsily.

“Donna…” you gasped, leaning against the living room door. The lady in black looked at you, blinking in confusion at your attitude.

You didn't say anything, you simply approached the sofa, sitting next to her and handing her the test.

“Uno, due... Can you see it?” you said amused. “Look, Donna, look, one... And two...”

“Tesoro...” the lady sighed, mouth agape, observing the test like you, looking for the mistake somewhere. There wasn't one.

“Donna, I'm pregnant,” you said with the widest smile you'd ever had in your entire life, crying with joy and throwing yourself into her arms.

“Amore mio!” she exclaimed, with that same expression, hugging you tightly, laughing erratically, unable to contain her joy.

“Yes, Donna... A baby...” you sobbed, hugging her, squeezing her body in a comical way. You had done it.

“Sono così contenta…” she murmured, giving you as many kisses as she could, making you laugh, making you feel happy again.

“Baby, baby!” Angie squealed, joining in your displays of affection.

“Donna, I think this is the happiest day of my life…”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #requests #oneshot

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nyoomfruits · 8 months ago

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hi ellie!! this is such a cool idea!! how about 10. roommate au & L. “why are you covered in blood?” “uh. long story?” for any pairing, really, but preferably landoscar or lestappen 🫶🏻

went with lestappen because this idea fit their dynamic a little too good

roommate au + “why are you covered in blood?” “uh. long story?”

Charles wedges open the door with his good shoulder, winces as he holds the other close to his chest. He stops in the doorway, listens if he can hear his roommate puttering around, sighs gratefully when he hears nothing. He’s dripping blood, like definitely dripping blood, and he’s in no state in mind to explain that one tonight.

He heaves himself over the doorway, stumbles a little as pain shoots up his leg. It’s a miracle he’s managed to make it home in the first place. He cradles his definitely broken arm closer to his chest as he drags himself through the small hallway towards the bathroom, and then groans when another stab of pain shoots through his leg.

Maybe, maybe it would be okay if like, he sat down for a bit. Just momentarily, just to catch his breath. He’s managed to drag himself all the way from the docks to his apartment, he deserves a little sit down, probably.

And so he lets himself slide down the wall, ignoring the fact he’s probably smearing blood all over it, trying not to jostle the gash in his side too much. When he’s made it down he lets his head fall back against the wall, takes a deep, slow, steady breath. And then another. And another.

That’s how Max finds him, a little while later, when Charles blinks his eyes open and is face with a pair of worried looked blue ones.

“Charles, Jesus Christ,” Max says, reaching out to gently cup Charles’s cheek, tilting his head left and right. “What the fuck happened man? Why are you covered in blood?”

Charles winces again, tries not to lean into the soothing touch of Max’s hands too much. “Long story,” he mumbles, tries to push himself away from the wall, get back up, but lets out a small cry of pain and falls back against the wall almost immediately.

“Fine, be like that,” Max says, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Stay here, I’ll get you some stuff.”

Charles hums, lets his head fall back against the wall, closes his eyes. Everything fucking hurts, and he’s too far gone to regret Max finding him like this. Although he knows Max and he knows he’ll have to explain eventually. Oh well. No secret lasts forever.

When Max gets back he has a first aid kit and a wet towel, and he starts with cleaning Charles’s arms, his face. Then he takes off Charles’s t-shirt, only flinches a little bit when he sees the state of Charles’s chest, and starts cleaning that too.

He’s in the process of bandaging Charles’s abdominal wound, when Charles finds it in himself to speak again. “You’re good at that,” he says, voice rough, a little wobbly.

“Lots of experience,” Max says, like that explains anything. “So, you ready to tell me what happened?”

Charles is really not. He knows it will change things, between them. They’ve been heading towards something for a while now. Fleeting touches, longing stares, morning spend in the kitchen smiling sleepily towards each other. They were on the precipice of something, for sure. And this might ruin all of that. But Charles knows what he looks like, and he knows no explanation will cut it but the truth.

“You’ve heard of that vigilante? Not The Flying Dutchman, like, I wish, but The Red Devil?” Charles asks, gnawing on his bottom lip, watching Max’s hands work instead of looking at his face. “That’s me.”

There’s a long silence. Really long. So long, that Charles chances a look up only to find Max silently laughing at him.

“Fuck you, that’s not funny!” Charles says, feels his cheeks heating up, slaps Max’s hands way from his abdomen. “It’s like, a serious thing.”

“Charles,” Max says, between laughs. “I’m not laughing at you because you’re The Red Devil. I’m laughing at you because I’m The Flying Dutchman.”

There’s a moment. Charles stares at him. “You’re joking,” he says.

Max shakes his head, smile on his face. “I’m really not.”

“What the fuck,” Charles says, and then burst out in laughter too, wincing when the movement jostles his wounds. “Are you kidding me? What are the odds of that?”

“Yeah,” Max says, shaking his head. “Weird, right. Must be meant to be or something.” And it’s the way he says it, so casually, like the thought that him and Charles are ‘meant to be’ doesn’t bother him at all.

Charles says. “Yeah,” he says. “Meant to be.”

“Come on,” Max says, sticking out his hand. “Lets get you a little more comfortable, yeah? And I’ll look at that arm of yours.”

Charles lets himself be hauled upright by his good arm, and then leans into Max’s side as he leads Charels into their living room, onto the couch. Max putters around, grabs him a blanket, makes him a cup of tea, and Charles watches him with newfound interest. Maybe telling him wasn’t the end of everything they were moving towards. Maybe all it’s done is hurtled them straight over the edge.

#lestappen #drabble

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 1 year ago

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Olá, adoro suas histórias, meu escritor favorito, queria solicitar alguns proxies×leitores quando ficarem com ciúmes, tipo sfw e nsfw, se não for incômodo, desculpe

TRANSLATION: “Hello, I love your stories, my favorite writer, I wanted to request some proxies×readers when they get jealous, like sfw and nsfw, if it's not bothersome, sorry”

Ola amor! I don’t speak Portuguese unfortunately so I hope google translate did its job correctly! I’m so glad you like my work and requests aren’t bothersome at all! 🖤

THE PROXIES WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS

TIM:

Tim gets more insecure when he’s jealous rather than Masky

He’d probably put his hand on your waist protectively when he feels like someone is showing off a little too much or their words are getting risky

Just small acts of protectiveness from him and quick glances to you to make sure you’re alright and they’re not bothering you

If you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s advances he won’t hesitate to step in and tell them to fuck off

He walks a fine line between himself and Masky when he has to step in

But as soon as he gets a punch in it’s like a light switch that flipped. Immediately having Masky front. It’s something about violence that makes it flip

But if you look like you’re enjoying their advances he’ll be absolutely heartbroken. He’d stay by your side until you got back home then immediately hole up in his room or go for a long walk

Either way you won’t be seeing him for a while. It’ll be until you confront him about his odd behavior that he avoids you

BRIAN:

Silent upset. You can see it on his face that he’s irritated with their attempts to flirt with you. His eyebrows furrowed and fire beginning to burn in his eyes

He won’t let anyone take you and he knows if you tried to leave he’ll only bring you back. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get irritated when they try to flirt with you when they see you’re obviously taken

Another protective hand on the waist kind of guy

If he truly feels like they’ve gone too far he might step up to them, not to the level that Hoodie would but still rather agressive

Unlike Tim, Brian can get a few punches in and still stay in control of himself but he doesn’t like to get violent when he’s not working

Will absolutely find the person flirting with you later and beat them to a slow painful death with his pipe. Or if he’s feeling generous he’ll shoot them quick

Gives you the silent treatment for a while if he could see you were enjoying the advances made by the other person

He’ll have a serious talk with you when he’s finished being silent. Even then he’s not much of a talker when it comes to the conversation

MASKY:

Loses his shit. Immediately lunges at the person and throws them to the ground.

In an instant he’s on top of them choking them out, probably slamming their head against the ground while he’s at it

They’d be lucky to be alive when he’s done with them

When they’re taken care of he’ll pick you up and take you home

(NSFW) When y’all get home he’s fucking you so you know you’re all he cares about

Possessive as fuuuuck

HOODIE:

Will stand behind you as they try to start flirting with you and he’ll silently pull up his hoodie to show the gun in his waistband.

Hopefully they get the hint and fuck off

But if they don’t he’d gently take your hand and bring you outside while he goes back in and takes care of the person

He doesn’t like you to see him get so violent 🫠

“TICCI” TOBY:

Feral. There’s two routes this man will take and it completely depends on how he’s feeling that day

First route is if its been a rough day he’ll absolutely lose it when it’s almost warranted. Screaming shouting and making a scene

He’d probably punch them if they touched you at all

Will absolutely find them and kill them later too

But if it’s been a decent day he’ll grab your wrist (harder than he thought) and drag you home

You’ll ask him why he freaked out and he’ll be completely honest, telling you exactly why.

He was worried you’d want someone more normal than him, he wanted to show you he loved you and he can protect you

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta requests #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta hcs #marble hornets headcanons #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #brian thomas #tim wright #ticci toby #toby rodgers #creepypasta proxies #headcannons #anon ask #asks open

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voxslays · 2 months ago

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Hi bestie!!! First of all, can I just say that I love your blog??❤️ Like lowkey have been respectfully snooping around👀 and I’m just obsessed! Not sure how many requests you have, but I hope you don’t mind me adding another one to your inbox😊

Just a heads up, kind of a long request underneath:

Okay, so you remember how in episode 4, Angel comes back from work and has a mental breakdown in front of Husk? Well instead of that interaction being just between those two, reader sees how uncomfortable Husk is with Angel’s excessive flirting and decides to step in on his behalf when they see things escalating. Reader can be gender-neutral and is kind of a goodie-goodie☺️. Angel, in turn, sees this and acts the same way towards reader, flirting and getting all touchy with them, but reader automatically shuts this down, basically saying that he’s being disrespectful and crossing boundaries, etc etc. Angel, shocked at being called out, gets pissed off and says some pretty rude, hurtful things towards reader while also mocking them for being too “goodie-goodie”, especially in hell (ouch😣 but for the sake of the plot, Angel’s just secretly hurt by what reader said and acted out in the heat of the moment). Reader tries not to be so openly hurt by what Angel has said, but can’t help but be bothered by it. It’s one of their biggest insecurities, trying to fit in and do what they think is the right thing, but no matter what, they still feel like they’re doing everything wrong and will end up alone (godDAMN🥲).

Anyway, reader walks away, upset, wanting to isolate themselves in their room, but Charlie sees this and decides to comfort them. They both have a heart-to-heart and Charlie tries reassuring them that Angel didn’t mean what he said. Reader knows this, deep down, but reveals that the real reason why they’re so upset is because of those insecurities, and lately, they’ve developed some serious feelings toward Angel, so to hear him say those things, hurts. Charlie, surprised to hear this, thinks that the best thing to do is talk it out with him, and tell him how they feel. Reader isn’t so sure, but decides it might be worth a shot.

Surprisingly though, Angel finds them first and hesitantly asks to talk. Long story short, after his outburst, Husk is the one who talked some sense into him, saying that it’s rare to find a genuinely good soul down here, and that’s something you don’t wanna lose (wise words Husk😔🤚). So Angel apologizes and they both have a heart-to-heart, with reader explaining why they felt the way they felt with their insecurities. That they didn’t mean to overstep, but at the same time, genuinely care for Angel and would like to get to know him more. Angel is shocked at hearing how deep their insecurities were and how much he could relate to them, but is also kind of flustered at how sweet and honest they feel about him. Angel being the little shit he is though, teases them and says something along the lines of “well, if ya wanted to butta’ me up dollface, ya definitely know what ya doin’”😏😉 And reader is just like “omg, shut the fuck up pleasee”😳 lmaoo. In the end, they share another soft, cute moment and Angel gives reader a smooch on the cheek, being like “by the way, I like ya too”😘😉

OOF DAMN sorry that was a whole fucking essay! I hope I didn’t overwhelm you with my long ass request. If the idea is too much or you’re not interested in writing it, totally understand! No worries! :) If you are, though, please take all the time you need! No rush! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!😊

Thank you love!!!❤️❤️❤️

Hiiii Anon! Thank you so much for requesting!!! This was such a good idea ngl, and I am happy to write requests most of the time! I just posted it here.

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sailforvalinor · 4 months ago

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More of my Harry Potter headcanons/preferred canon deviations:

• I completely agree that Harry should have been a DADA professor, but I think it makes the most sense for him to initially become an Auror, but dealing with crackdowns on remaining Death Eaters and their sympathizers leaves him severely burnt-out and exhausted after only a year or two. McGonagall, keen as ever and noticing this, offers him the job over their monthly tea one afternoon. It might be odd that he’s teaching students that he used to be in school with, but McGonagall assures him that they’ve had far stranger and FAR less qualified DADA professors than him—and, she suspects (she says, with a knowing twinkle in her eye) that he has a bit more teaching experience than many of the professors Dumbledore hired in the past. Ron, on the other hand, remains an Auror, and becomes quite the decorated one, owing to his bloodhound-like instincts.

• Luna completely took over Quidditch commentary in her seventh year. Harry and Ron, who watched all of the Quidditch games that year, noted that, while she was still as quirky as ever, she seemed to get a better grasp on the game with every match—she even was actively talking about the score in the last game.

• If the Potters had lived, I feel like James would have been one of those dads with an insane amount of dad lore, where Harry will think he knows about all the insane stunts his dad pulled at school, only for him to hear about something else from one of the professors that he’d never heard in his life. Harry’s first year, the Potters are getting an owl every week or so containing furious scribbles such as “what do you MEAN you broke into Zonko’s and stole all of their goods and then had them all returned by the next morning??” “When did you and Uncle Sirius short-sheet all of the beds in the Slytherin boys’ dormitory?? HOW???” “Professor McGonagall says that you once used Polyjuice potion to disguise yourself as Dumbledore and convinced the entire staff to start Christmas break three days early. I honestly feel betrayed. We will be having a discussion when I get home” and so on. It’s not that James purposefully omits things (though he doesn’t necessarily like to regale Harry with his less proud moments. Harry does know about them, James never tries to hide them, and they have a serious discussion before he leaves for school about how there are certain things about his father that Harry should not emulate in his Hogwarts career, but they aren’t exactly stories that James likes to tell often), there is just so much, he couldn’t have possibly told Harry everything.

• Additionally, I think James would be way too interested in the high school romance drama. He’s constantly trying to give pointers to Ron about Hermione from about their third year onwards, which drives Ron crazy as he’s still in denial/not consciously aware of his feelings towards her, but he kinda takes it in as much good humor as he can, as he idolizes James almost as much as Fred and George do. Lily can see that this is annoying him and tries to head James off, but not to much success. (“James, please, mind your own business—“ “It’s meant to BE, Evans, I’m just giving them a nudge in the right direction!”)

#I probably could’ve saved these for Harry Potter day but whatever #harry potter #luna lovegood #ron weasley #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #minerva mcgonagall

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tomorrowxtogether · 8 months ago

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Music BEOMGYU listens to, sings and writes

The TOMORROW X TOGETHER member shares his views on the power of music

Having grown up with music around him, BEOMGYU has since become an artist himself and takes on the role of DJ on his Weverse radio show, Beom’edio, to discuss his musical thoughts, feelings, and tastes with his listeners. You can tell how serious he takes music by how he carefully combs through lyrics to pick out songs that perfectly reflect the stories he hears from fans. BEOMGYU’s already been an idol for five years, but he’s still passionately exploring his musical side, looking to get better at playing guitar and writing songs. He lights up when he talks about the power of music, and wants to be the one to show people just how powerful it can be. As you’ll see below, BEOMGYU’s musical world keeps on growing up and outward.

A friendly, chill time with the host of Beom’edio BEOMGYU: Hosting a radio show was always a small dream of mine. I wanted to hear stories from listeners and give me thoughts on them, talk about my own experiences—just chill like that. I was on a number of radio shows after debuting, both as a one-time guest and over a few episodes, and that led to me setting myself a goal to have my own radio show some day. I don’t put in a huge about of prep for the broadcast—just get excited thinking about the stories I’ll get to hear and think about what I should tell them. I’ve seen MOA worry about me before, like, Is something wrong with BEOMGYU today? He looks a little down today. But it’s not like that—never. (laughs) I’m always pretty quiet when I’m not working on camera and even more so when the other members aren’t around. I keep reminding the fans that keeping things chill and low-key works nicely for me.

Choosing songs for MOA after a long, hard day BEOMGYU: I read people’s stories, look up lines from songs that have made me feel better in the past, and try to pick out the song that matches best to play. I recommend these songs to MOA after they’ve had a long, hard day in hopes that it’ll be a good way to bring it to a close. Sometimes just a single little song can be a huge source of relief after a really tough day, you know? And I really love hearing people talk about their lives. When I recorded the third episode of Beom’edio for my birthday, there were a lot of stories about birthday traditions I forgot about but that I’m sure I used to do, like eating seaweed soup. And I remember there was someone who talked about how they turned things around and wrote their parents a letter on their own birthday and their mom cried while reading it. I learn things from reading MOA’s stories and get wrapped up in their emotions, which I feel like gives me more emotional depth.

The feel-good beauty of comforting indie music BEOMGYU: When I was a trainee, I listened to “Photograph” by offonoff a lot, and practiced singing it, too. I would listen to it at night when I was alone and that helped calm me down. I really loved that. That’s when I started really getting into indie music. I still listen to it today. To me, indie music feels like it’s either really poetic or really straightforward. When I’m listening to music, or when I’m writing my own lyrics, I like a song where the words alone can make you feel better, even without any melody. A lot of the songs that gave me support when I felt anxious or down were indie songs, so I listened to a lot of them. That’s why I play indie music for MOA so often on Beom’edio.

Heo Hoy Kyung’s cover of “Anti-Romantic” BEOMGYU: I said on Beom’edio before how “I think the power of music is amazing.” When I experience emotional uncertainty, I really rely on the power of music. It can be especially tough being in unfamiliar places when traveling abroad. So, before I get on a plane or go up on stage, I need some alone time. And in times like that, I always listen to Heo Hoy Kyung. I was so happy when I saw recently that Heo Hoy Kyung sang a TOMORROW X TOGETHER song on Lee Hyori’s Red Carpet and talked about me. (laughs) She sang “Anti-Romantic,” and that song means a lot to me because I worked really hard on the lyrics and I feel emotional whenever I perform it. I was with my parents when she covered it, and I kept bragging and showing it to them. I listened to her cover on repeat until I fell asleep. (laughs) If I ever get to cover one of her songs, I’d like to try doing “So life goes on”!

Songs that bring BEOMGYU back to a special time BEOMGYU: My taste in music is heavily influenced by what I listened to with my dad when I was young—listening to ABBA songs like “Dancing Queen” and “I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do” early in the morning, or “Piano Man” by Billy Joel. Even now, whenever I listen to ABBA, I still picture waking up at three or four in the morning with my dad and driving to Taebaek. And my mom used to play IU’s album A Flower Bookmark on a speaker every morning. Whenever I hear songs from that album, I think about the times I woke up rubbing my eyes. That’s part of the reason why I bought a copy on vinyl. Sure, you can just listen to music, but it also makes memories last longer, you know? It makes them memorable. That’s what makes music so special.

BEOMGYU’s approach to songwriting BEOMGYU: When I write a song, I always, always, always draw on personal experience. When I go to write a song, if I can look at what it’s about and relate to it and go, I’ve thought that before, or, I’ve dealt with this before, then I can get really into writing about it, but I don’t really write about things I haven’t personally experienced. I don’t feel really confident about writing about emotions I haven’t personally felt. Everyone has their own approach to writing songs; this is just the style that’s worked for me so far. I don’t sit down to write songs—I’ll just be walking along or washing my hands in the bathroom when suddenly an idea hits me and I make a quick note on my phone or hum the melody and record it. I try to take my thoughts and feelings about my experiences and turn them into songs.

What BEOMGYU wants to preserve through his music BEOMGYU: It feels like lots of people are so busy living their lives that they completely miss out on the things right in front of them. Even me: Until just recently, I was so involved in the things I’m working on that I never properly got in touch with my parents or with my friends. But then, this year, I realized something. I’ve been in Seoul for something like seven or eight years now, and I feel like I’m missing out on so much. I need to look around myself more and take better care of the people around me. There’s a song by LANY about parents called “if this is the last time.” We always think of our moms and dads as these strong superheroes who always win in the end, but at some point you realize they’re getting older. I go down to Daegu once a year to see my parents, and every time I do and I see they’ve gotten a bit older, it really hurts to think about—because, even though everybody gets older, I wasn’t there to watch it happen and I couldn’t pay enough attention. And I want to preserve this realization I made earlier this year by writing a song about it.

A growing appreciation for “Skipping Stones” BEOMGYU: In a previous Weverse Magazine interview, I mentioned that “Skipping Stones” really lets me show off my vocals, but to be honest, I wasn’t confident about that from the start. When I heard we were going to have an indie song, I had no idea it was going to sound like that. It felt all new. It didn’t sound like what I’m used to hearing from indie. But SOOBIN absolutely loved it. That’s when I realized how many different styles there are within indie, and over time, I really came to love it. And it sounded even better with our vocals. My vocal parts were higher than I usually sing, and it feels like the way I pushed myself to sing it actually brings out the emotion better. It doesn’t normally feel so emotional if the singer can effortlessly hit those high notes. (laughs)

Songwriting always begins with a guitar BEOMGYU: Guitar is one of those things I can never leave out of my music. And actually, every time I write a song, it always begins with the guitar. I honestly think songs without guitar in them feel flat. (laughs) There’s something comforting about an acoustic guitar—and electric guitars make you feel energetic. I’m still looking into guitar lessons, too. I’d love to keep taking lessons, but it’s hard to find time with all the promoting and touring, unfortunately. But I fell even more for the electric guitar while practicing the song “Wonder” for the latest concert. Learning to play electric guitar better would vastly widen the spectrum of music I could write, not to mention my ability to express those things on stage. I want to get better so that I have more to offer. Practicing guitar empties my head of distraction and instead fills it up with determination. (laughs) Like, I gotta do this.

Packing five years into minisode 3: TOMORROW BEOMGYU: Preparing for this comeback was the busiest we’ve ever been, without question. (laughs) All I was thinking about while recording the vocals was, I really have to do a good job here. I just thought, the better I do it, the better the message gets across. “Quarter Life” was the song off the album that most closely aligned with my tastes at first, but now I’m loving “Miracle” the most. “Quarter Life” is a unit track with Kai, TAEHYUN, and me, all of who love the sound of rock music, so we were extremely excited to try something like this. I actually thought about doing rock music with Kai all the time, and I wanted to do it with TAEHYUN too because he has such an amazing voice with a wide vocal range.

Shared tastes in music among the group members BEOMGYU: SOOBIN likes indie music, too, so he recommends a lot of songs to me. He’ll send me, like, three songs and then two days later come ask me, “Did you listen?!” But the truth is, I don’t always check them out right away. (laughs) If I say, “No yet,” he pushes me, like, “Just listen already! Listen to them right now!” (laughs) SOOBIN’s really broadened my taste in indie. Sometimes when I’m with him and see how he listens to music, I think, Wow—this guy really loves his indie. Of all the songs he’s sent me, my favorite was Kim Hyunchang’s song “Nothing but Morning,” which I talked about on Beom’edio. I think Kai and I click musically too. Both of us used to play instruments and we love rock music.

Speaking up through indie music BEOMGYU: I’ve mentioned before that I have a personal goal where “I hope I can engage in indie music in the future.” While I do work on and put a lot of thought into TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s music, I’m also constantly thinking about what my music is like. So, when I have a little more time and my skill levels improve a bit, I want to think about what kind of music it is I truly want to do and try to write my own music. Learning guitar is another part of that dream. Those songs you hear where they play the guitar and softly, softly sing about the things they want to say, and they make you feel good? That’s the kind of music I want to make. Music that says what I want to say.

#txt #tomorrow x together #240408 #weverse magazine #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #weverse

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its-your-mind · 1 year ago

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Taliesin: Percy's right there, what did you expect me to do? He knew. He had no illusions.

Thinkin about Percy laying in bed at night (alone watching over Whitestone while his wife is presumably off doing world-saving shit) thinking about that annoying as SHIT earth genasi punk who keeps popping up, insults and mocks him, shows outright contempt for his authority, and so very clearly has no idea what the hell they’re doing.

Percy’s probably top three smartest CR characters, and not only that, he’s an engineer. He knows a formula, a pattern, when he sees one - haphazard group of cast-offs and overpowered nobodies trying to save the world? Walking into rooms full of powerful and important people they don’t quite know how to act around? Succeeding and surviving through dumb luck, sheer force of will, and the strong family connections they’ve forged with each other? He knows this story. Hell, he made a cuckoo clock of this story.

And while he and Ashton might be complete opposites on the surface, he knows how it feels to have the kind of family who you’re constantly running with side-by-side into danger. He knows loss. He knows exactly how heavy a weight the responsibility of “saving the world” is.

So when the Hells walk in holding a shard of a titan, bearing news that Ashton is holding one inside already? When Allura tells them that the power that’s already inside Ashton just needs something to awaken it? When Ashton sits down with her to have a serious conversation for the first time Percy’s witnessed? They talk about drawing power into yourself, unknown effects, a power too dangerous to be allowed in the world for too long, that could be used for morally reprehensible things…

And a person who has so very clearly been ravaged by life just as much as Percy had by the time he was their age. At least all the visible consequences Percy had had to deal with was the white hair - he could pass that off as premature aging. Ashton wears their damage on their body, up their arm, across their face. Their skull is translucent, for gods’ sakes.

And now, Bells Hells has to save the world. And here in front of them is an ancient shard of a titan, and the means to absorb its power. Ashton already has two of the foundational powers of Exandria in their body - a shard of the Empress of Earth, and a piece of the Luxon. Based on what Allura has said, it’s a miracle their body still holds together at all.

Percy is good at noticing patterns.

Someone who has been shown some of the worst parts of the world without any opportunity to heal properly from their past. Visibly damaged, but with their chin held high and an eyebrow raised to the world, as if daring someone to comment on it. Someone who, by all rights, should have been dead already. Someone who doesn’t have a choice but to keep living.

Offered power. The chance to make a difference, to achieve your goals, using and building on the talents and traits you already have. No clear understanding of what accepting this power may mean for you. Not caring all that much either. Being willing to sacrifice yourself in pursuit of a singular goal.

Who else does that sound like?

I wonder if some part of him almost stepped in and removed temptation. Locked the funnel away, told Allura to take the shard and go, sent the Hells off in a rush, without giving them time to remember the burning shard sitting on his worktable. Spared someone else the curse ability to make this choice at all. But of course, it’s not his job to stand between a reckless stranger and their own stupidity, especially not when the world is at stake.

So when Ashton walks up those ziggurat stairs? When they are the one to send everyone but Fearne away, to request “privacy,” multiple times? Of course Percy knows what they’re about to do.

Going off alone to take a risk onto yourself so it won’t hurt your family? Not telling them because you don’t trust that they’ll let you do what needs to be done? Accepting power into yourself without understanding exactly what it is you’re getting into?

Allowing only one person to see you broken and vulnerable?

How ironic that Cassandra volunteered the ziggurat as a staging ground. The same tunnels where Orthax was destroyed will now bear witness to the birth (or failed emergence) of a new kind of explosive elemental power. Something new to be fashioned of fire and earth. Something never before seen in Exandria. A new creation that will have the power to change the fate of the entire world.

#c3e77 #critical role #bells hells #percy de rolo #vox machina #cr1 spoilers #c1 spoilers #cr3 spoilers #c3 spoilers #ashton greymoore #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii

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tiodolma · 1 month ago

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Colin Morgan and Katie Mcgrath DVD Commentary on Merlin and Morgana's Relationship in S1x08 "Beginning of the End" (Mordred Episode)

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Colin Morgan, BBC Merlin Katie Mcgrath, BBC Morgana Julian Murphy, Producer Angel Coulby, BBC Guinevere

S1x08 Merlin and Morgana watching over Mordred who was behind the curtain

COLIN: This is one of our few scenes together. KATIE: Actually this is one of my favorite scenes. JULIAN: Yeah, mine too. KATIE: me and you JULIAN: I think when you think about the whole sort of texture of the legend about what, who these people will become COLIN AND KATIE: MHHM JULIAN: Or what we think they may become. We’re pretty sure about Merlin but we don’t know about Morgana. And then it has a real resonance. KATIE: It’s just really nice, this… do you remember we played it two different ways? COLIN: Yeah.. KATIE: there was one other way that’s ah.. JULIAN: It’s a little bit too sexy, really. KATIE: Yes! There was a lot of eh.. COLIN: It was�� JULIAN: I was like hang on wait a second you’re smiling at him too much! COLIN: It was a bit too flirty, wasn’t it.. as in... KATIE: (Squeaking) I thought it might have been an interesting sort of sideline story but apparently not. COLIN: MHHM MHMMM JULIAN: No, I came in and stamped on that. KATIE: Yeah… that was... that was my idea was obviously useless. COLIN: HEH HEH It’s good though the undertones of this because you know I know about you at this stage and it’s funny that you’re sort of picking up on on on things as well but you know, you know not quite sure so it’s... there’s loads going on thinking... the scene is just cool JULIAN: Just trying to test each other on you COLIN: mmm JULIAN: Find out what each other is about. You’re also hoping that you, that you may have found a kindred spirit. COLIN AND KATIE: mmmhm COLIN: Well that’s oh yeah finding one like you and she mean hers and ehm you know, if there’s wrong and what if, you know, magic chooses you. It’s exactly what you’ve/he’ve been looking for. KATIE: And it’s sort of I’ve been speaking directly to you as it were. I’m saying exactly what it is that you’re thinking, you know? But you’re still a coward and don’t tell anyone anything. COLIN: Thanks, Katie KATIE: You’re welcome COLIN: …. KATIE: Saw you’re all being serious there. COLIN: (chuckle)

Scene: Gaius and Merlin treat Mordred's Malady

KATIE: ..that they’ve done it as well because everybody knows what Mordred ends up being and what Morgana ends up being and this connection here, you wonder if the connection is because they’re magical or if it’s because they’re ultimately evil. COLIN: MHHHM KATIE: You know, Which is why I asked you whether you and you felt Mordred were similar COLIN: Yeah. KATIE: You know, Whether the connection is through magic or through or (whispers) our ultimate evildoing. COLIN: (surprised laugh) Well suppose that’s where, you know, if, if there’s sort of Morgana-Merlin thing was any further there’d be a point, you know, where we’d possibly do come together at some point but again ultimately going completely different directions. KATIE: See, I’ve come to the conclusion that in, in Merlin and in Camelot that magic isn’t good or it’s bad, it just is and it’s the person, what they take it . COLIN: YEAH KATIE: You know, So I feel Morgana does the, the right thing for the wrong reasons. JULIAN: Well I think that’s what we kinda decided. COLIN: Well suppose you don’t, you don’t have a mentor whereas Merlin’s got Gaius here to really steer him KATIE: And you guys know I’m magical and yet you leave me! COLIN: (laughing) KATIE: So it’s really your fault that I become evil! Without your guidance! ANGEL: …besides you COLIN: Well you’re the king’s ward. ANGEL: YEAH COLIN: He’s gonna believe you over us. KATIE: But I don't even know!

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the (in)famous interpretation of colin and katie portraying merlin and morgana with more romantic undertones and getting blocked by the producer

katie telling colin that merlin is a coward.

colin morgan projecting what a merlin-morgana conflict would look like if mergana actually did happen.

both of them hoped for mergana to happen

#mergana #colinkatie #bbc merlin #bbc morgana #katie mcgrath #colin morgan #s1 #merlin lore #behind the scenes #dvd commentary #actors #bringing to you fun stuff from youtube #Colin and Katie understood the assignment #mergana meta #follow the link

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flightfoot · 27 days ago

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prithee... doeth thou have recommendations for fics from the pov of sabine cheng or tom dupain? I am quite fond of them, I shall say.

I love them too! Let me see what I can find for you!

Okay so first, let me list a fic I DIDN'T find, that I'm thinking might have been deleted. I'm pretty sure it was complete, it was a decent length, so at least 20K, and centered around Sabine finding out that Adrien was Chat Noir and her trying to support him as best she can, and only near the end of the fic finding out that Marinette was Ladybug. I feel like there was a chapter or two revolving around going to a spa, but I might be mixing that up with "A Small But Stubborn Fire".

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A Small but Stubborn Fire by @cardiac-agreste

What if you were the parent of a teenage superhero, but didn't know they were? All you know is the nightmares, the panic attacks, and the bruises. She's missing school, she's disappearing on you, and she's not telling you anything. So you assume the worst: Assault. Depression. A permanent rift in the family. And what do you do when you realize you weren't thinking dark enough? Because your fourteen-year old daughter is the hero who flirts with death on the nightly news. -- Come inside and read about one mother's struggles to raise her daughter in a dangerous world while avoiding the mistakes her own mother made with her.

This is a more serious take on the consequences of Hawk Moth's war on Paris, with actual bloody, painful deaths as a consequence of many akumas, and Parisians developing PTSD because of what they've gone through. Ladybug can fix all the physical scars, but not the mental ones, including her own.

I love the focus on Sabine here. She's not just presented as being a mom - though of course that IS an important role she has. But she's explored as a character in her own right, one with a lot of emotional baggage as a result of her abusive mother, and trying to not fall into her mistakes, but sometimes doing so anyway out of fear for Marinette's safety. She's a really fleshed out, humanly flawed character, sometimes admitting that she would do something selfish if it means protecting the people she cares most about, like her daughter, even if its at others expense. She grows and changes a lot throughout the course of the story, her perspective on many matters changing multiple times as a result of getting new information or seeing the consequences of her previous approaches, and adjusting as a result.

If you want a fic that more realistically explores the dark consequences of Miraculous's setting, that fleshes out Sabine, or just develops a character in a complex way, then I highly recommend you check "A Small but Stubborn Fire" out!

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The Adventures of Babybug and Kitten Noir by @unecoccinellenoire

When Chat Noir gets turned into a baby all seems lost to Ladybug....or is it?

So despite what the name and the summary makes it sound like, this fic is less about Chat Noir and Ladybug, and more about their parents, with Gabriel and Nathalie discovering that baby!Chat Noir is Adrien, and Tom and Sabine finding out that baby!Ladybug is Marinette. Needless to say, neither group are happy about their discovery.

I loved seeing the parents work things out here. While most ML fics are about Adrien and Marinette driving the plot and ultimately, the resolution (for obvious reasons), in this case, we get to see the adults being reasonable and competent, and doing their best with this new situation they've been thrown into.

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Lost Feather by @a-flaming-idiot

Sabine has always liked and respected Ladybug and Chat Noir. They’ve always been wonderful heroes and inspirations to all of Paris and she wouldn’t trade them for the world. But that isn’t to say she didn’t begin to get worried when the heroes of Paris made it their mission to destroy all sentimonsters in their path. Though she knew they never would, it was hard to not worry for the safety of her daughter.

I liked this glimpse of what might happen if Marinette was a sentimonster as well! Poor Sabine, of course she’d have nightmares about the Heroes of Paris killing her daughter. While she likes and respects the Heroes and understands why they’ve been killing sentimonsters, given that the ones Shadow Moth spawns often don’t even seem sentient and are wreaking havoc, she’s still afraid for Marinette, that Ladybug might purify her Amok without ever considering that Marinette might be an actual person.

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please don't hurt me by SomberFilledWithSullen

Tom says something that strikes Adrien the wrong way. Sabine goes into mama bear mode. tw - mentions of abuse, small panic attack (written for Miraculous Ladybug Writer's Guild prompt, sent to our Tumblr!)

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When The Morning Comes by @into-september

Gabriel Agreste has been unmasked as Hawkmoth, and the girl who was fighting him all these years turns out to be Tom Dupain's daughter. And standing between them is Adrien Agreste with his life in shatters that Tom Dupain has no way of piecing together. But baking is at least a place to start.

I love how this not only digs into Adrien’s character, but Tom’s as well, especially how both of them have been estranged from their fathers. I haven’t seen that come up much.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec #sabine cheng #tom dupain

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fandom-go-round · 2 years ago

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Recovering Together: Reader x Diasomnia

The last two weeks had been rough to say the least. 8 hours days turned into 12, 16 and even more if you weren’t careful. It was draining; physically, emotionally, socially. You’re sure you would have Overblotted if magic was an option. It hurts more because it’s been so long without seeing your partner. Now, finally, you have a moment to breathe and they’re determined to show you how much they’ve missed you.

Small snippets of the boys taking care of you when it’s hard to take care of yourself.

Warnings: Trauma (Emotional), Physically Exhaustion, Self-Doubt, Implied Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms (Reader), Crying, Comfort, Intense Emotions, Overworked Reader, Implied Fighting, Breaking Down

Malleus-

Malleus has never been the best at keeping track of time. Not for lack of trying but just because time passes so differently for the fae. It takes him a few days to notice that you haven’t been meeting him for your nightly walks and then another few to realize he hasn’t seen you in the halls. You always go out of your way to say hello to him and it’s a comfort that he misses.

He keeps an eye out for you the next day and even though he sees your friends, you are nowhere to be found. Malleus doesn’t think anything of it when he approaches Ace and Deuce, even as the two of them look like they want to bolt.

“Trappola. Spade. A word, if you would.” Neither of them makes any move to run and Malleus smiles, pleased that they are willing to speak to him.

“Y-yes sir!?” Deuce is the one brave enough to ask, even as it comes out harsh. Ace immediately elbows him to shut up but Malleus ignores him, knowing the two of them are just like this.

“Do you know where the Prefect is? I have not seen them and was wondering where they had gotten to.” The two of them tense at question and he narrows his eyes. “You will tell me.” They flinch at the commanding tone, sharing a look between them. Finally, Ace straightens up and scowls, face determined.

“You sure you want to know?” His question isn’t a challenge but Malleus takes it as one, smirking as he looms over them, a hint of green flames at his mouth (neither notice).

“Tell me everything.” Ace gives a determined nod and begins to explain.

It doesn’t take much, honestly, to get the two ranting. Crowley’s been running you ragged and it’s taking everything you have to hang on. You were skipping class to try and catch up on work and sleep and the more Malleus hears, the angrier he gets. No wonder he hasn’t seen you; survival has been your focus. The two finish up their story and Malleus thanks them, half realizing that it’s storming outside. He finishes up the rest of a day in a fog, heading over to Ramshakle right after class. Well, after stopping by and seeing Crowley as well. It’s not a long conversation but it gets the point across.

You’re half-awake when you open the door and are surprised to see Malleus there. Rain water drips from his horns and his eyes are intense but the rest of his face relaxes when he sees you. You let him in without thinking, his hands going up to cup your face.

“Child of man. I have missed you.” Your eyes go wide at his words and you smile, patting his hands gently.

“I’ve missed you too.” He smiles at your words before getting serious again, looking straight into your eyes.

“I have spoken with Crowley; you are released from your duties until farther notice.” You laugh a little in shock, doing your best not to cry. He’s concerned but keeps his eyes locked on your smile and how relieved it looks.

“Want to eat ice cream with me?” He knows logically that you shouldn’t, that you should rest and eat something healthy. It doesn’t stop him from leaning closer and kissing your forehead.

“Nothing else would bring me joy.”

Silver-

It’s not often that Silver is awake in a way that makes everything sharp and crisp. Sure, he can stay awake like everyone else but there’s a lingering fog, just beyond reach. Today is different; he feels like he has more energy and it’s easy to focus on the things he wants to do. Right now, that’s you, asleep under a tree.

He sees the irony in him being the one awake while you sleep but the thought leaves quickly. It’s easy to see the circles under your eyes and your skin seems duller, not as smooth as usual. Silver knows that you’ve been running around campus doing something for the last two weeks but there aren’t a lot of details about specifically what. You’ve been too busy running around to explain and Crowley isn’t keen on throwing himself under the bus.

Silver makes his way over to you, kneeling down to look you over. You’re completely out and a ping of worry washes over him. There’s no way you can defend yourself like this; your body has made you sleep.

His fingers are gentle as he brushes your cheek and then leans down to kiss your cheek. He takes a seat next to you and smiles when you immediately lean on his shoulder, letting out a happy sigh. Sleep, for once, doesn’t tug at him and Silver is thankful. His animal friends soon make an appearance, crowding around him to talk and play. He enjoys watching you sleep as well, your face soft and peaceful.

Time passes quickly as you dream. More than once, Silver has seen Crowley poke his head over a bush, clearly looking for you. He makes no move to wave to Headmaster over, content to let the man think Silver is by himself. You’ve been working so hard; you deserve time to yourself and to recover. He wants to defend you as you sleep, let you dream peacefully and without being disturbed. Right now, he can be your knight in shining armor.

Sebek-

“HUMAN!” Sebek’s voice is hard to miss on any day of the week but right now it’s impossible. You lean back a little, moaning in your mind about your poor ears. What’s odd about this situation, however, is that he’s standing by the gate to Ramshakle. You give Sebek a small wave, stopping a few feet from him.

“Morning Sebek, how are you?” You offer a half smile, ignoring the way his scowl gets bigger. As much as you enjoy spending time with him (and you do, truly), you’re going to need to keep moving if you want to make it to class on time. You take a step down, intending to go around him but stop as he steps into your path. You can’t stop your eyebrows from going up as you try to side step him and, once again, he blocks your way. “What are you doing?”

“This is an intervention!” His voice is still loud but at a more manageable level. You’re so happy that he’s not as loud that you don’t register his words at first.

“An intervention?” You’re defiantly confused and scowl as he continues to block your path. Sebek smirks and pushes his chest out, something that would be cute except that you’re going to get into trouble.

“Yes! It has come to my attention that you, human, are being overworked!” He pauses as if you’re going to gasp in surprise and thank him for his deduction skills. Instead you nod, crossing your arms.

“Yup. Totally.” You agree, snickering a little as his face falls. “What about it?”

“It is unacceptable! The Young Master will worry if you fall ill, therefore it is my responsibility to make sure you are properly cared for!” Sebek’s face starts to go a little pink halfway through his explanation but he doesn’t stop, feet firmly planted like you’re going to try and rush him.

It’s sweet, in a very Sebek kind of way. He can’t admit that he’s worried about you but it’s easy to see it in his eyes. You debate internally and finally end up shrugging to yourself. Who are you to argue with him?

“Works for me.” He seems shocked that you’ve agreed so quickly and you laugh a little. “Honestly Sebek, I’m exhausted so I’m not going to fight you on this one.”

“Of course not! You would lose!” He’s quick to jump back to being smug, walking towards you and offering his arm. “Come! I will escort you back to Ramshakle; who knows what kind of issues you run into, being a weak human.” You want to tease him about the walk but decide to let it go. If he wants to be your knight today he’s welcome to; hopefully he can stop yelling long enough for you to take a nap.

Lilia-

It’s so hard to stay awake. You know you should be sleeping but you want something else. Anything else, besides the pattern of work-sleep-eat you’ve gotten into. He said he was going to visit tonight and you don’t want to miss it. Miss him.

The sound of the window opening has you jerking up in bed, eyes half open. It hurts to keep them open but you need to check. You had dozed off.

“Hello darling.” Lilia’s voice is soft in the night and you say something back, even if the words aren’t clear. His eyes half glow in the dark and you watch as he floats his way over. He looks the same as always and that’s a comfort as much as it makes you sad. It feels like it’s been forever since you’ve seen him.

You lean away as he reaches out to cup your face and you both freeze. You want to curl into a ball and disappear; you know that if he touches you, you’re going to start wailing. You don’t want to cry; you haven’t seen him in a week and the last thing you want to do is just start bawling. You want to talk and hang out and spend time together.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize without thinking, voice thick and Lilia clicks his tongue, shaking his head. His eyes go through a few different emotions before settling on something that makes you warm.

“Don’t apologize my love, nothing to apologize for. I’m happy to see you.” He smiles brightly as he leans his head on his palm, floating next to the bed. Your heart clenches, something soft and squishy being exposed.

“I missed you.” You whisper to him and don’t lean away this time, letting him cup your cheek. Whatever else you wanted to say dissolves into sobs as he brushes his thumb over your cheeks. There’s no way to stop once you’ve started; you feel like you’re yelling out in pain in the only way you can, raw and unfiltered. You feel more animal than person.

Lilia doesn’t retreat at you’re wailing or tears, pulling the covers back to slide into bed next to you. He makes no comment at your near nakedness but as he holds you close you revel in the skin to skin contact. It only makes you cry harder and through it all he whispered soft words in your ear.

“Rest now, I have you. You’ve done so well, get as much rest as your need.” You don’t fight the pull of sleep this time, knowing that Lilia would stay right next to you.

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skzhocomments · 8 months ago

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Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 8 - A proper new beginning (FINAL CHAPTER)

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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Chapter 7 (Previous chapter)

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 8 - A proper new beginning (FINAL CHAPTER)

chapter word count: ~5.5k words

~2 months later~

“Yes, just like that, baby.” Chris moans softly as he feels Emilia swallowing his length down her throat. “You’re the best.”

Emilia hums in acknowledgment, gently scratching Chan’s thighs with her nails.

“Shit, I’m gonna burst if you keep that up. Come on, baby, let me feel you too.” He puts his right hand on her head, trying to stop her from sucking the soul out of him.

“I can’t help myself when you taste so good.” Emilia says after finally pulling back.

“Let me return the favour, love.”

“No need, just come here.” She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him back down with her on the bed, on top.

“Really? Are you already that wet for me?” He smirks.

“Mhm, daddy.” Emilia smirks as well, and Chris blushes. “You’re so cute when you get shy.”

“Cute is the last thing I want to be when you’re under me like this.” He looks at Emilia fondly and wastes no more time entering her.

She bites her bottom lip and holds back a moan, but when Chris presses his lips against her neck, sucking on the sweet spot he so conveniently remembers, she can’t help herself anymore.

“So good for me.” Chris praises, moving steadily in and out of her.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Emilia. Cum for me, will you, love?”

Emilia nods shortly before feeling the waves of her orgasm take over completely. It’s always been like this with Chris; he knows exactly how to kiss her, how to move, and what to say to get her to come undone.

He follows her soon after and releases inside of her, confessing his love to her over and over again.

“Go get me some Plan B tomorrow, I can’t go through another pregnancy.” Emilia says a few minutes later after they’ve cleaned up.

She is now laying on his chest just as she used to do when they first fell in love, and she’s never felt more at peace.

“I didn’t get to witness the first one, though. It’s not fair.”

“Sucks to be you.” She chuckles, and Chan tuts.

“Which reminds me. Ivy’s 4 already. Have you looked into kindergartens?”

“Ugh, I know I have to, I just… I’m a bit anxious to be away from her.”

“You don’t seem too anxious now.” Chan remarks with a smirk. For the past 2 months, ever since they made up, they spent no nights apart.

“She’s always had her own room, so she doesn’t mind sleeping alone.”

“You raised her well.”

“Thanks, and now it’s time for you to take over. I’ve been thinking…”

“Yeah? About what?”

“She’s still calling you Chris.”

“Yeah. She’s a cutie, can’t even pronounce the r right.” Chan chuckles.

“Wouldn’t dad sound better? I think she’s old enough to learn the truth, and I’m also ready…”

Chan smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“Wooyoung will be pissed.” He chuckles.

“Well, he’ll probably still be daddy to her, since he’ll stick around.”

“I know. I do owe him a lot, so don’t get me wrong. I’m not mad or anything.”

“Good. Don’t be.” She lifts her head to peck his lips, and then falls back down on his shoulder.

“Emilia, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve been following some suspicious activity for the past 2 years. Someone has been trying to revive The Scarlet Rose.”

“What?” She asks surprised and raises her head again to check if Chris just tried to tell a funny joke.

Unfortunately, he looks serious.

“They re-recruited people through the newspapers, but they started a more hands-on approach lately. Jisung and Iris have been investigating, and apparently, your former boss had a son out of wedlock. No one knew about it, so it was easy to keep him hidden and train him to take over someday.”

“Shit. That’s… unbelievable.”

“Yeah. We thought we finished them off by killing the boss and his closest associates. We’ve been sloppy.”

“So… what are we going to do about it?”

“Changbin, Minho and I have been working closely to set up a plan to blow them up and finish them off properly this time. We want to go through with it sometime next month, if we manage to find their location.”

Emilia stays silent.

“I’m sorry for not telling you any sooner. I just… I kept putting it off.”

“Why?”

“Because… you will want to join, and I… what if something happens to you?” Chris frowns.

“Then, what if something happens to you? Or were you willing to sit this one out and let your friends fight the war on their own?”

“Of course not… all of us are involved in this.”

“Do Wooyoung and San know about this mission?”

“No… I haven’t told them either.”

“Well, I don’t know about Wooyoung, but I’m sure San would have a few choice of words to tell his old mafia.”

“Is there really no way to prevent you from joining somehow?”

“Chris, we will do this together. Let’s pair up and take care of each other this time, okay?”

“Okay. Let’s have a meeting tomorrow and sort it out.”

“So, let me get this straight, even if you took care of those bastards, they still found a way to get back on track?” Wooyoung asks.

“Yes. Those fucking roses, can’t get rid of them!” Changbin curses.

“So, what’s the plan, boss?” San asks, eyeing Chan.

“We have a plan, but…”

“But?”

“Going head-on wouldn’t be a problem.” Minho starts. “But there’s still that issue with their current location.”

“What issue?” Wooyoung asks.

“We discovered three of their possible headquarters, but can’t be sure which one of them they actually reside in. All of them are guarded, so if we pick the wrong one and fail, not only would the new boss get alerted, but there might also be pointless casualties on our side.”

“It’s not our style to go unprepared.” Seungmin adds.

“What if there’s another way? Something similar to last time?” Emilia looks around the table. “When we planned Project Thrips, Boss had a big party to celebrate a really important trade. Maybe his son will do the same to officially establish his position within the Mafia, and we’d find out where the party is held.”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Iris adds with a nod.

“That would be amazing. We just need all of them - or at least most - to be there in the house while we plant our explosives, and BOOM!” Changbin mimics the explosion with his hands.

“I agree with all of you, but how would we find it out this time? We no longer have any inside man to do the job for us.” Minho asks.

“I could try to infiltrate their mafia somehow…” Hyunjin suggests, but it’s quickly shut down by everyone around the table.

“San, what about the man that saved you?” Emilia asks in a hopeful tone, moment when San’s face brightens up.

“It’s a long shot, but I’ll try to get in touch with him.”

“That’s dangerous. How do we know if we can trust him?” Changbin rejects the idea, before quickly adding “I meant that man, not you, San. We’re cool.”

“Sure, brother.” San laughs. “The thing is, that man was following the Boss’ orders only because he was indebted to him somehow… I told you, he’s all about favours and returning favours, not so much about loyalty per-se. I don’t know if he made the run for it after you guys killed Boss, or if he decided to stick by his son as well…”

“Only one way to know. I will find him.” Jisung stands up immediately and heads towards his office. San nods and stands up as well, following him out of the room.

“So, depending on what these two find out, there’s either Plan A – go berserk to all locations and try to kill everyone until we get to the new leader, or Plan B – Project Thrips Pt. II, where we find out their exact location, plant our bombs and watch the place burn.” Momo says.

“What’s sure, though, is that we need to get rid of them, otherwise they might become a bigger problem later on.” Felix butts in.

“Let’s kill them all.”

~two weeks later~

“Chris, higher, higher!” Ivy exclaims while stomping her little feet in the air.

“Ivy, what do we say when we ask someone to do something for us?” Emilia scolds.

“Pleaaaseee.”

“Oh my, you’re so polite. Since you asked so nicely…” Chris replies, pushing her swing more.

Ivy laughs happily while going higher, until eventually Chris slows the swing down.

“Noooo!”

“Now, now, we don’t want you to fall, do we, baby?”

“Why? Will it hurt?”

“Yes, it would.” Chris pouts.

“Ivy, mommy wants to tell you something.” Emilia approaches the swing and squats down in front of the little girl.

“What is it mommy?”

“Do you like Chris?”

“Yes! I love him!”

Emilia smiles.

“Well, baby, I have something to tell you. Come here.” She urges her to come closer with her finger, and Ivy squirms with excitement and leans down, almost pressing her ear against Emilia’s mouth.

She whispers something that Chris can’t hear to her daughter, and the moment she is done, Ivy starts giggling. She stands up and throws herself against Chan, who is barely able to catch her in time, so she doesn’t fall, and he picks her up in his arms.

“I love you, daddy.” Ivy says, hugging him, and Chris is left bewildered.

Sure, he’s talked about this with Emilia before, but he didn’t expect Ivy to be so receptive or start calling him something different so fast, and although he wanted nothing more than Ivy to know that he is her father, he thought he was content with being called Chris, and not dad.

Until now, that is, for the moment the words left her little lips, his heart swelled up in his chest and he felt tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

“I love you too, baby.” He kisses her cheek, and Emilia can’t help herself but hug both of them tightly.

She’s never been happier.

~one month later~

“Preparations are finally complete. Let’s recap.” Chris starts with a clap of his hands.

“I don’t like the sense of déjà-vu this is giving me.” Momo shakes her head and Emilia starts laughing.

“Don’t interrupt him. He might grow a second head and eat the table and everyone around it.” Felix chuckles, making Chris roll his eyes.

“Very mature, guys. Come on, this mission is important.”

“How do we know that we can trust San’s guy?” Changbin frowns. “What if no one will be inside when we get there?”

“We don’t know. That’s the beauty of this mission. We’re starting with Plan B and hoping that the man is not loyal to the Scarlet Rose’s new boss, and in case things go awry, we switch to Plan A and fight everyone that’s present. If there’s no one there to fight, we call it a day and come back home.” Minho shrugs.

“Okay, now stop talking.” Chris claps his hands again. “Team 1 goes to the East side of the mansion. This is me, Emilia, San and Hyunjin. Team 2 takes the West entrance: Momo, Changbin, Felix and Jeongin. Team three is made out of Minho and Iris who will infiltrate the mansion through the North wing. Team 4 stays outside the South side since it’s the least guarded, and keeps their eyes on us: Wooyoung, Seungmin, Jisung. Our other men will be close in case we can’t plant the bombs and need reinforcements. All clear?”

“Sure thing, boss.” San nods.

“Let’s finish them, once and for all.”

“Let’s blow their place up!” Felix smirks excitedly.

“Nervous?” Chan asks Emilia in the car as he notices her checking her weapon.

“No, just making sure I have bullets on me this time.” She chuckles.

“No longer making the same mistakes, huh?” Hyunjin smirks.

“Exactly, tomato head.”

“He’s a pretty good-looking tomato, not gonna lie.” San shrugs.

“Thanks, man. Right back at you.” Hyunjin friendly pats San’s thigh once, and the two start laughing.

“I see you’re totally settled in.” Emilia mocks.

“How could I not, when my darling lives there as well?” San asks with a bright smile and grabs her hands, and Chan clears his throat.

They park the car a bit further away in the forest surrounding the potential new house of the Scarlet Rose and slowly start approaching the villa on foot. Hyunjin climbs in a tree nearby and, as decided, sets up to surveil the area with his sniper.

Chris, San and Emilia manage to take down the guards at the East gate and successfully make their way throughout the gardens. If their informant has been right, about 5 more men should be stationed at the entrance of the house, patrolling around.

“Sure enough, five guards.” Hyunjin taps on the microphone on his ear to inform his teammates of what he’s observing through the sniper lens.

“Thanks, Hyun.” Chan replies. “We’re advancing towards the house.”

“I’ll cover.”

“San, you go to the right. Try to not let any of them see you. Emilia and I will take care of them and then head to the left and try to get in through the third window on the ground floor.”

San nods and grabs Emilia’s hand, making her turn around.

“Be safe, Emi”

“You too. I love you, San.”

“Let’s go on a date when this is over.” He chuckles, and Emilia playfully slaps his arm. She knows that San is just joking around. In the past months, they’ve talked a lot about their feelings, and figured out that they care way more about each other as best friends than as anything else. The years helped San realise that his feelings were never romantic; he simply had a strong urge to protect her and cared so much about her, his younger naive self mistook it for romantic love, when it had always been platonic.

San even went on a couple of dates with Momo, but it didn’t work out that well, so now he’s turned his attention to Hyunjin, much to Wooyoung’s annoyance, who is sporting the biggest crush on San but has no confidence to actually do something about it.

Emilia finds it all amusing.

They bid each other farewell and promise to meet as soon as possible, when the mission is over.

They hug tightly before parting ways, and Emilia and Chris carefully start walking through the gardens, hiding themselves behind bushes and trees.

“You take that one.” She mouths to Chan, pointing to one of the guards that’s closing the distance between them. “I’ll take the other.”

Chan nods briefly and steps away from the tree, hitting the guard swiftly behind his neck, making him pass out in one move.

“Nice.” Emilia smiles and applauds him silently.

“Your turn.” Chan whispers.

She crouches down and picks up one of the syringes in her pockets, blowing it through a tube. It hits the guard in the thigh, and he curses briefly before looking down at his leg.

By the time he realises what happened, he grows dizzy and falls to the ground.

“Wooyoung and Jeongin working together on sedatives is pretty scary.” Chris affirms, hitting the guard with his leg to check if he’s really passed out.

“They seem to get along well.” Emilia chuckles.

“Stop flirting and move along, there’s 3 more right in front of you. They’re having a cigarette break or something.” Hyunjin speaks right in their ears.

“Should we take them all out?” Chris taps on his earpiece.

“Yeah, they look distracted. I can also shoot if you want me to.”

“No need. It would only attract attention. Let’s go, Emi.”

“Shit, I’m a bit wary of body combat.”

“You trained with Minho every day. Have some faith in yourself.”

“I still can’t take you on in a fight.” She frowns, and Chris chuckles.

“No, but I doubt these guys are on my level, love. You can start training with me after this mission, if you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now let’s go.”

They move quietly and, after a few deep breaths, they get out of hiding and jump the three guards who are completely taken aback. They don’t have enough time to draw their guns as Chris relentlessly starts attacking two of them, and Emilia takes care of the third.

“You’re a pretty tough guy, aren’t you?” She asks breathlessly after hitting the guy with all her force a few times.

“A weak girl like you could never win against me.” The man chuckles lowly and launches on her, but she is quicker. Even if she’s never been that good at body combat, what she’s always been good at was tricking people into doing exactly what she wanted them to.

As he jumps to hit her, she manages to grab one of the syringes from her pockets and sticks it deeply in his arm, at the cost of a punch that misses the real target - her jaw - and lands in her chest.

The pain is so strong, she can’t breathe for a few seconds, and she thinks in horror about the bruise that will form there, as the man falls unconscious to the ground.

“I don’t have to be stronger than you. I just have to be smarter.” She says with a smirk.

“Emi, a little bit of help here!” Chris shouts, making her turn around just in time to see him get hit in the stomach by one of the two men.

She doesn’t have enough time to come closer as Chris lands a strong punch in that guy’s temple, making him go unconscious as well. The other was already laying down on the ground.

“What did you need help for? You took them both out.”

“Oh, I didn’t need any. I just wanted you to see how cool I am when I’m fighting.”

“You still got hit.” She chuckles and pecks his lips.

“Oh, my. It hurts so bad you’re going to have to take care of me when we get back.” He smirks against her lips.

“You two are disgusting. Can’t you wait until you get home?” Hyunjin says through the earpiece, making the two laugh.

“Hyun’s right. Let’s go do our part and withdraw.” Emilia grabs Chan’s hand and they both start walking slowly towards the third window of the mansion.

Chan kneels down on one knee to allow Emilia to lift herself up using him, and then, she helps him up as well.

“Sky, how’s it going?”

“Team 3 is in. San already planted his bomb. Team 2 is still fighting. Need me to connect you to anyone?”

“No. We’re planting the bomb then going to find the new boss.”

“Be careful.”

Emilia takes out the small device from her pocket and they find a spot in the bookshelf in the room to place it securely.

“Momo challenged herself with these things. Brilliant idea.” She praises, unable to understand how such a small thing would be able to cause a big explosion.

“Right?” Chris smiles. “Our team only has the best.”

“You picked them well.” She smiles back. “Okay. We’ve done the easy part. Now… we have to find the new boss.” Emilia’s voice falls, and she starts getting anxious.

Infiltrating a house is never hard, but since they are unsure of their source, they decided to also look for the boss to confirm the boss is actually there.

“Before we go…” Chan starts. “Last time we had a mission together, you told me something. I feel like it’s time I tell you this, too. Emilia, we don’t know how today might go, so I just wanted you to know that I’ll always be on your side, no matter what.”

Emilia smiles.

“I know that already, Chris.” She kisses him, and when they part, they take a few moments to look into each other’s eyes. “And I on yours.”

“I know. I love you.” Chris places his hands on the sides of her face and kisses her again, deeper this time.

It’s hard for him to pull back, unaware of how tonight might go, so he makes sure to kiss her as if it would be the last time he’d get the chance to.

It might be.

“Now, let’s go.” He says after reluctantly breaking the kiss, and she nods.

They open the door and exit in the hallway on the ground floor. Multiple voices can be heard from all around them, signalling that the mansion is full.

“Maybe it would be better to just leave. We’ve already planted our bomb.” Emilia grabs Chan’s hand to stop him, but he shakes his head.

“We must do it better this time around. Besides, what if the others aren’t successful in planting their bombs? He might get away without a scratch. We can’t let that happen. He might not even be here.” Chris speaks, trying to sound convincing enough.

Truth be told, he’d much rather abandon the mission while both Emilia and him are still alive and well, but he knows he can’t.

“Damn, why are there so many people h-”

“Shh.” Chris covers her mouth with his hand and looks at her in panic. Someone is getting closer to them. They hold their breaths as they enter a random room, that’s thankfully empty.

“That was close.” Emilia whispers.

“We have to be careful. The boss’ room should be on the first floor if San’s informant is right, and in order to get there…”

“There’s four more rooms to pass until the staircase.”

“Shit.” Chris curses. “Okay… we can do this.”

Emilia grabs his hand and feels her chest get tight, unsure if it’s because of the impending sense of doom, or if it’s the result of the hit she received earlier.

They wait for a few more seconds before going back in the hallway and they try to control the anxiety rising in their chests. The breathing is the hardest to control, but they can’t be loud. Not now, when being discovered would equal certain death. No matter how skilled they both are, they couldn’t possibly escape a hallway of death while surrounded by armed enemies from all sides.

Through sheer luck, they manage to pass by the 4 rooms without anyone bumping into them in the hallway or noticing them passing in front of the doors, and they find the stairs.

They open each door on the first floor but find no one inside, until they finally get to the last door. They pray and pray that the boss is in the mansion in his room, and not on the ground floor in the living room with his guests, or even worse, in one of the other two mansions, and once they open the last door, they are relieved to notice that their prayers have been answered.

However, things can never go so smoothly.

A gun is pointed right at Chris as soon as he steps into the room, and he doesn’t get the chance to prevent Emilia from following him inside. The door closes behind them as soon as she does.

“Who are you? Why have you come here?!” The man inside raises his voice just as Emilia enters and sees San on the ground, beaten to a pulp, with a pool of blood under him.

“Oh my God!” She exclaims in horror.

“Answer!”

“Chris, where are you? San confirmed earlier that the boss is in his room, so you no longer need to go to check. We’re blowing them up. Team 2 confirmed they’re done. Setting up the countdown now. You have 5 minutes to get out.” Seungmin announces through the earpiece, but it’s too late. They’re already there. San is already there and lost the battle against the boss.

“We came to do what’s right.” Chris answers eventually, feeling anxious and unsure, but not letting it show. The situation doesn’t look too promising. He doesn’t know if San is dead or alive, but by the looks of it, he’s not very hopeful.

He also doesn’t know how to avoid getting shot in such a compromising position. He can only pray the man has shit aim.

“And what is that supposed to mean? Don’t tell me, you’re the bastards that killed my father!”

“And proud.” Chris chuckles. “Now we came for you. Your whole mansion is surrounded by our men. Even if you somehow kill us, there’s no way out for you. You’re all done.”

The boss contemplates Chan’s words for a few moments, before bursting out into a maniac laughter.

“Well, if I am to die anyway, let’s go to hell together.” The man screams at the top of his lungs and presses on the trigger, shooting Chris right in the chest.

Emilia’s eyes go wide as her lover falls to the ground in front of her, and her reactions have never been quicker. With her gun already in her hands, it’s easy enough to point and shoot that man, who instantly lets go of his pistol and grips the wound frantically with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding.

She’s never felt worse, and she hates the déjà vu feeling this whole situation gives her. It’s just like five years ago, when Hyo shot Felix in front of her eyes.

Once again, she is powerless, and she couldn’t prevent it from happening. Both San and Chris are on the floor, heavily wounded, and she doesn’t know what to do, who to help first.

Damn, why did they come to this mansion?

Why?

Why did things have to go like this?

She starts shaking uncontrollably as her eyes swell up with tears, and she kneels down next to Chris to check the damage. He’s closer than San, and while San’s been bleeding for a while, Chris has just been shot, so maybe, just maybe, there’s something she can still do.

“Chris! Oh God!” She exclaims while grabbing him and raising his head from the ground, but to her surprise, he sits up himself with a groan.

“Ugh, it feels like I’ve been hit with a baseball bat.” He touches the place on his chest where the bullet hit him.

Emilia looks confused for a second, before Chris starts talking again with difficulty. His brows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched, but still, he manages to stand up on his own holding the painful spot on his chest.

“Bulletproof vest. I’m not repeating Felix’s mistakes.”

“You idiot! I was so scared!” She cries out and stands up as well, hugging him tightly.

“I’m alright, fuck.” He pets the back of her head to comfort her. “Is he dead?” He points at the man hunched on the floor, and Emilia realises she hasn’t checked. She’s sure she’s hit him, but…

“Three minutes and the place explodes. Did you get out yet?”

They ignore Seungmin’s question as she stands up and goes to the man that’s hurling in pain.

“You bitch… who the fuck are you and how dare you-” He turns around to look at Emilia, then cowers in fear at her expression; her eyes are darker than the black of her hair, and her bright red lips turn into a sadistic smirk.

“Just a scarlet rose that’s withered completely. Now, go see your dad in hell, you bastard.” She shoots him one more time, ending his life.

“We have to get out now, Emi.” Chris grabs her hand. “Let’s-”

“What about San? I’m not leaving him behind for the second time.” She cuts him off with haste, running towards the man on the floor.

“Of course not. I was just about to say that we should grab him together and get out of here.”

Just then, steps start being heard from the corridor, making the couple turn their heads at the door.

“Shit, they’re coming this way. What do we do?” Emilia looks at Chan with panic in her eyes.

“Two minutes. Guys, we’re getting worried. Everyone’s here except for the three of you in Team 1.”

“Coming out now, Sky. We have to jump from the first floor.” Chris touches his earpiece and speaks hastily.

“What?!”

“Make sure you come get us. San’s hurt.”

Emilia helps Chan lift San’s body up. They are still not sure whether he’s dead or alive, but it doesn’t matter. Even if she had to drag his lifeless body out, she would. There’s no way in hell she’s leaving him here to die with these bastards.

“We jump at 3, okay? 1, 2…” Just then, the door opens, and Chris turns back and smirks before the three of them jump out the window.

“One minute! Are you out?!”

“Yes, come help us, fuck.”

A black van pulls right next to the mansion, and Wooyoung and Jisung run out, helping the three of them inside. They start driving away immediately, before the other guards have time to gather outside.

“Thank God you’re back, the place will blow up in 20 seconds.” Jisung speaks.

“Are you hurt?” Chris grabs Emilia’s hand to get her attention, as she was anxiously looking over at Wooyoung examining San.

“No,” she shakes her head, “my legs hurt a bit but I doubt it’s anything serious. You?”

“I’m good.”

“How’s San?” Emilia asks in panic, looking again at Wooyoung, who sighs with relief.

“No gunshots. Nothing too serious. Thank God. He’s just unconscious.”

“But there was so much blood…” She frowns.

“Nosebleed. He’s fine.”

“Do you think-” She starts again, but gets interrupted by a powerful explosion sound.

“Sky, connect me to Team 2 and Hyunjin.” Chris instructs Seungmin, who nods and follows the orders immediately.

“What is it, Boss?”

“Let’s meet up so Jeongin can come in this car and nurse San with Wooyoung. Hyunjin, I need your car.”

They do as commanded and meet up following a GPS point on the map that Seungmin set up. Chris grabs Emilia’s hand and pulls her with him in Hyunjin’s car, making him move to Team 2’s.

“Where are we going?” Emilia asks after putting on her seatbelt.

“Just up the hill. We need to watch the show after starting the fireworks, don’t we?” He smiles cunningly.

When they reach the top of the hill, they look at the mansion in the distance, now completely taken over by the flames.

“It’s finally over, hm?”

“Yeah. It’s all over. We did it.” Chris embraces her from the side and presses a kiss against her temple.

“So, no more threats for now.”

“If we don’t take into account the pain in my chest from that bullet, sure.” He puts his hand on his chest where the bullet hit the vest. “I think it’s bruised. It hurts.”

“I’ll have to kiss it extra hard tonight to make it better.” Emilia smirks, and Chris bursts out laughing.

“So… I guess we can now focus on a proper new beginning, hm?” He holds her hand, and she smiles.

“I guess so.” Emilia lifts his hand and kisses it, and then embraces him tightly. “We still have to pick out a kindergarten for Ivy.”

“Right! How could I forget?” Chris chuckles.

“Ugh, what will she even tell them when they ask her what we do for a living?”

“Hmm, mommy’s a stay-at-home mom, and daddy owns a business.”

“That does…?”

“Uhm… trades?” Chris tilts his head and Emilia starts laughing.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter that much. As long as she doesn't find out about any of this, we’re good.”

Chris nods, looking fondly at Emilia.

Her eyes move from Chris to the burning mansion, as she presses her head against his chest.

“Watching the building you just set on fire burn does look pretty romantic though, doesn’t it?” He asks.

“Mhm. My favourite sight.” She raises on her toes and pecks his lips.

“Shall we go home now, my love?”

“What- just like that?” She asks, and Chris looks taken aback for a few seconds.

“What did you think was gonna happen?”

“I just… this would’ve been the perfect chance for you to-” She starts, then bites her tongue back and frowns.

“For me to what?” He asks amused.

“For you to- God! Nothing!” She turns around, annoyance in her tone.

“Emilia.” He chuckles and grabs her hand, making her turn around, and when she does, she notices a smug smile on his face.

“You shit eater!” She crosses her arms in front of her chest as he goes down on one knee.

“Marry me?” He pulls out a small box from one of his pockets and opens it, revealing a beautiful tear-shaped diamond ring nestled within a cradle of gold.

“Shut up.” She kneels down as well and hugs him tightly, then kisses his lips. “Where did you even keep this?”

“I might’ve switched those syringes for this box.” He confesses, averting his gaze.

“That’s dangerous and reckless!”

“No, what’s dangerous and reckless is you not answering my proposal! I’m a mafia boss, have you forgotten?” He chuckles, and she rolls her eyes. “Answer me or I’m not giving you the ring.”

“Oh my, what a threat! Fine.” She chuckles. “But only because of the ring. Yes. I’ll marry you. God!” She exclaims as if exasperated, and both start chuckling.

“I never really cared about marriage before, but it seems to work great for Minho and Iris.” Chris contemplates out loud.

“Well, we one-upped them by having a kid first, so…” Emilia shrugs, and they laugh again.

“I love you and our little family so much, Emilia.”

“I love you too, Chris.” She lets him place the ring on her finger, and then kisses him deeply. When she pulls back, his eyes sparkle with the red light coming from the mansion engulfed in flames.

“We should get going, our daughter is waiting for us at home” He smiles with fondness in his eyes.

“Mhm. Maybe we should stop by a hotel first, though…” She winks.

“I like how that sounds.” Chris grins, and they share another intimate kiss, overflowing with affection and love that fills not only their hearts, but their whole souls.

~The End~

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(A/N) We have finally reached the end of this series. Thank you for reading 'The Black Iris and the Withered Rose'! Since the Mafia Series is currently done with this book, I wanted to go through its history for a little bit. It all started with a Oneshot titled "CB98" (basically the first chapter of 'The White Lily') that I posted on Wattpad in my Oneshots Book on the 22nd of July 2022, and I never intended it to be more than a simple oneshot. I changed my mind after a lot of positive feedback and started creating a story around it that took 10 months to complete.

(see how important the feedback you give authors is?)

Afterwards, I created 'The Black Iris and the Withered Rose', which took another 10 months to write. In total, the two stories have about 100k words, and I've spent more than 220 hours working on them during a period of about one year and a half. That's absolutely crazy, and I can't believe it's actually over now! Although this chapter marks the end of the second book in the Mafia Series, I left some loose threads to be able to come back to this universe with other characters in the future. I think it would be interesting to explore the past of all of the members, how each of them got in the Mafia, and also show their present and future. This is, however, something I haven't planned on yet, so I cannot say if it would really happen or not.

Do let me know if you'd like to read more stories in this Mafia Universe, though! (again, I'm insisting on the importance of feedback. None of these two stories in the series would've ever happened if people wouldn't have messaged me to ask me to continue the story.) I hope you enjoyed this story, and I'm really grateful to everyone who liked, left comments, and went with me through this adventure.

I also hope I'll see all of you in my notifications again, and that you'll read my other stories, as a lot of time and effort goes behind each individual work. Thank you once more, stay healthy, and let's meet again in another story!

Yours truly, Storm

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jkfanfr · 1 year ago

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Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorche The Series (BL)

Let me tell you something real quick, this couple won my heart once i watched the series. Their partnership was incredible and i recommend watching it (sexual content warning, maybe not the first bl you should watch but amazing nonetheless)

It’s my first work on Alpha and Omega stories, so i’m sorry if there is any mistakes, but have fun my lovelies!

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Let me know if you can see the signature line~ 😏

Italics are thoughts

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SMUT WARNING ;)

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What does an omega do when he’s in heat, but attending an important meeting with his alpha who is the CEO?

Well, Pete is an omega and his alpha is Vegas.

Vegas is serious, talented, smug, and always gets his way. Very handsome, with a muscular and toned body

Pete is a caring, introverted sweetheart. Seems weak, but is actually so skilful, strong and athletic

People were head over heels for that type. When it comes to Pete and Vegas, you’d think people will be awed and obsessed with such a physic and man like Vegas, but no no no. It was true that many were interested in Pete.

His quiet and blunt soul was one which caught many eyes, him being an omega was just a treat in addition to all of that goodness.

Vegas was not happy about that at all, i mean.. who would want many guys and girls falling over their lover? No one. Vegas wasn’t into sharing either, never was, and never will.

The omega was all his, belonged to him, devoted to him. Even if they’ve only been dating for a couple of months, his handsome alpha knew he was the one. The one he loved, was whipped for, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Pete felt the exact same, not wanting to end the beautiful love they shared with each other. It was golden, maybe even magical, and truly never-ending.

In the meeting room, Kinn was at one end of the table with Porsche beside him. Arm and Pol sat down on one side with Tankhun on the other side. There was an empty seat next to him which Pete made his way to sit in.

On the way, he saw Kinn’s tail caressing Porsche at the back, making Porsche turn red. Pete laughed quietly to himself, as he sat next to Tankhun, to which, he smiled and bowed to him out of respect.

Vegas was sat at the other end, giving a small smirk to Pete as he sipped on his coffee, his ears looking as fluffy as ever as his tail wagging behind him.

Kinn- “So Vegas..why are we here?”

Vegas- “Right. I wanted to inform you all on my new business plan for the company. As the CEO, and you as my buisness partner, i have to let you know the changes right?”

Kinn- “Right, so, what’s your idea”

Porsche- “It better not be stupid like that time when you were making Arm and Pol dress up like inflatable balloons.”

Vegas- “Actually, that was was Tankhun’s idea”

Tankhun- “Well, jokes on you Porsche, it worked. Entertainment wise, and sales wise”

Arm- “Not gonna lie, it was fun to do”

Pol- “Baby don’t lie, it wasn’t”

Arm- “Only because you tripped and fell down a block of stairs in front of everyone”

Porsche- “Wait?! You fell?!”

Arm- “Yeah! He did, Pete has the video”

Porsche- “No way..! Pete you better send me that!”

Arm and Porsche burst out laughing, Tankhun laughing too. Pol crossed his arms over his chest, giving Arm an annoyed look. Pete brought out his phone, showing them all the video as he laughed happily with them, Pol sulking a little, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing too.

Vegas couldn’t help but laugh too, as his omega sat there, turning a little red. He suddenly was feeling uncomforted for some reason, his body rising up in heat.

Pete smiled it off though, trying not to make it obvious that he wasn’t feeling his best.

Vegas- “Ok ok, enough of that, let me show you all my plan then.”

Pete changed his focus to Vegas, his body playing with itself and the heat. He didn’t know what it was, it just wasn’t normal.

Vegas had eyes of a hawk, he easily could tell something was off about his omega. He didn’t look this red when he entered, that’s because he always looked at the little things when it came to Pete. Vegas loved every part of him.

Vegas- “Ok, so, to get business booming, i think we should focus on celebrities, maybe them becoming a partner in our company.”

Pete- “Hold up.”

Everyone took an eye on Pete, who was still a bit red, but looked up a Vegas

Arm- “What’s up Pete?”

Pete- “May I add something Vegas?”

Vegas- “It’s Mr Theerapanyakul to you”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, as Kinn scoffed a little with Porsche.

Porsche- “God you’re so extra Vegas”

Vegas- “Shush, let me hear you Pete”

Everyone shushed up at Vegas’ request as Pete stood up from his chair.

Pete- “Vegas, let me add something”

Vegas- “Call me Mr Theerapanyakul Pete.”

Vegas’ tail swished side to side, as Pete grinned. Pete decided to walk up to where Vegas was. He physically pulled him by the arm, making him sit down in his own chair next to Tankhun. The rest of them laughed softly, as Pete controlled his alpha, something which wasn’t so common.

Tankhun- “Well done my Pete”

Pol- “It’s the fact that Vegas wouldn’t let anyone else do this”

They all laughed at that, even Vegas himself as he looked at Pete with playful eyes, his smirk sprouting again.

Pete- “Let me bring an idea to the table”

Kinn- “Show us what you got then.”

Pete stood infront of the table, bringing some of his files with him.

Pete- “Alright, so Kinn, i think instead of celebrities, influencers would be a better choice.”

Kinn raised his eyebrows, Porsche giving Pete a smile of admiration. Pete was an intelligent man for his kind. As an omega, he has wits and a smart brain, some others were a bit brainless and clumsy, aka Porsche.

Pete- “The reason for this is because influencers have many followers, with many viewers. They upload daily, with many taking an interest in what they do in their life. Celebrities don’t always have this kind of popularity. If this would be possible, our company should reach out to these influencers, so they could advertise our products we provide, and they could give a good rating to possibly thousands of viewers.”

Tankhun stood up, giving Pete an applaud as he smiled nervously. They all gave an applaud, except for his stubborn alpha, who was looking a little salty, but still giving Pete a smirk

Tankhun- “Awh! Pete, you’re brilliant!”

Kinn- “I must say Pete, you’re more smart than you think”

Porsche- “Mhm, i’m fully in with the idea”

Kinn- “Me too, i agree with it all, i think it’s really good”

Arm- “We both agree as well, what about you Vegas?”

Vegas kept quiet, sipping on some coffee as he looked at Pete. His omega leaned over the table, looking at Vegas directly in the eyes, his ears kept high as always.

Pete- “How was it Mr Theerapanyakul?”

Vegas- “Ok ok, it wasn’t bad. I agree with it”

Pete grinned as he looked at Vegas, becoming a little more red as he sat in his normal seat, Vegas going back to his own.

Tankhun- “Wow Pete, you should come up with the business ideas more often”

Pete- “Haha, thank you Tankhun”

Vegas- “Yeah yeah, alright, let’s go over the people we already have now”

As Vegas, Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun went over some files, Arm and Pol talking amongst themselves, Pete was sitting down quietly. He felt some heat pulse through him, so much to a point it hurt. His abdomen hurt really badly after some time, making him breath heavily and turn red.

He held into his stomach a little with his hand, feeling like his gonna burst with pain. Tankhun was the first to notice and put his hand on Pete’s shoulder for support.

Tankhun- “Are you alright Pete?”

Pete- “Oh, i’m alright don’t worry”

The omega smiled the pain away, but as everyone continued to talk and as his alpha, Vegas instantly knew something was wrong. His senses kicked in and it was very strong, something he couldn’t ignore. He sniffed a little, and was instantly caught in a sweet scent.. like Pete?

Pete was breathing heavily, his heart palpitating. He tried to hide it as much as possible, by re-reading files over and over again, hoping Tankhun wouldn’t see and question him again.

Vegas continued to sniff around, the sweet scent getting better and better, to a point it’s intoxicating.

Kinn- “You alright Vegas? Why are you sniffing nothing?”

Vegas- “I’m not sniffing nothing you idiot. Don’t you smell that?”

Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun started smelling the air a little, shaking their heads, pretty puzzled.

Porsche- “There’s nothing”

Tankhun- “Yeah, what are you smelling Vegas?”

Vegas stayed quiet, the sweet smell of what was the exact same as Pete getting stronger, making him desire something. He looked over towards Pete, noticing he’s covering up his face a little, but had a gut feeling that it was coming from Pete.

Vegas- No..is Pete in? Heat?! It can’t be..

Arm- “Are you guys done yet?!”

Pol- “What’s the point of us being here if you’re not gonna talk to us?”

Tankhun- “Ai! Shut up Pol, i’m trying to focus”

Arm- “Hey! Leave my baby alone”

Arm put his arms around Pol, holding him sweetly. Pol gave him a weirded out expression, but then smiled warmly at him

Pol- “I’m not your baby Arm”

Arm- “Then what are you? My honeybun?~”

Pol- “If i’m your honeybun, then you’re my cutie pie~”

Arm blushed profoundly as they both sweetly smiled at each other. Tankhun looked at them with disgust

Tankhun- “Ugh, you guys are so in love..”

Pete- “Khun.. Love is a beautiful thing, forever and always devoted to one another”

Arm and Pol nodded appealingly, as Kinn and Porsche’s ears straightened up, meaning he was satisfied. Vegas smirked at Pete’s words, admiring the omega. He was an interesting mixture of things, but all in all, he was perfect.

Tankhun- “As if! I hear Kinn and Porsche moaning at each other all the time.”

Porsche- “Huh?!”

Porches and Pete nearly chocked on the coffee they were drinking. As omega’s, they were beyond shocked at Tankhun’s sudden words. The alpha’s grinned a bit as the rest of them looked at each other, still stunned at Tankhun’s words

Vegas- “What do you mean by that?”

Tankhun- “They’re always complaining at each other.”

Pete- “Oh.. i see..”

Pete and Vegas made suspicious but playful eye contact at one another before giggling softly. They all burst out laughing expect for Tankhun

Tankhun- “Guys? What are you laughing at? Pete?”

He tapped Pete’s shoulder, as Pete attempted to stop laughing.

Pete- “It’s nothing, don’t worry”

The omega let out a soft groan out of pain from his abdomen again. This time the pain worsened. Tankhun put his hand on Pete’s arm out of support. Vegas immediately picked up that sweet scent again, becoming attracted to it once more.

Porsche- “You alright Pete?”

Pete- “I’m ok, don’t worry. I just have a stomach ache”

Porsche- “Are you sure that’s all?”

Vegas- “Mhm, if you’re not well Pete, i can take you home.”

Pete was going to decline, but as the pain deepened in harshness and heaviness, he felt his face go red again, his mind filling with desire. His alpha continued to sniff that sweet smell, which seemed to be coming from Pete.

Vegas- i knew it was heat, oh my baby..you’ll be ok, i promise

Pete- “Actually.. that would be better if that’s ok with you all?”

Kinn- “It’s totally fine Pete, take it easy”

Porsche- “Yeah, let me know when you’re better”

Pete- “Thank you guys”

Vegas stood up from his chair, his tail swishing from side to side as he took his omega’s hand, slowly taking him through the office door and into the hallway, which they walked through to get to their car.

Vegas- “What’s up with you baby?”

Pete- “Nothing, it’s just my abdomen hurts really bad”

Vegas- “Does it?” he’s in heat, his first heat. that’s why he doesn’t know if it is or not. i’ll treat you well Pete, my love

Pete- “Yeah..i feel really hot babe”

Vegas- “Do you want some water?”

Pete- “No..i don’t want water Vegas..”

Vegas stopped for a second, putting one hand around Pete’s waist as he put his hand to his forehead.

Vegas- “Goodness love, you’re sweating”

Pete- “It hurts..”

Pete held his abdomen again, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and hit his nose. He didn’t know what it was. His ears dropped down out of the pain he was in.

Vegas- “Baby, i..i think you’re in your first heat”

Pete- “Huh?”

For a smart omega like Pete, he was a little clueless when in came to things like this. Even Pete thought for a bit and realised it as well.

Pete- “Baby..i-What do i do?”

Vegas- “What do you want baby?”

Pete- “I want..”

Pete looked at Vegas’ red eyes, getting a little heated and giddy on the inside. He desires something, or someone perhaps..

Pete- “You”

Pete looked at him, his frosty eyes deepening in red as his ears were pointed upwards, still. His tail swished excitedly but lustily, hoping Vegas would give him what he wants. He’s always wanted Vegas to pound into him as he curled his fingers around his ears, his tail linked with his as they continuously moan at the deep and pure pleasure.

God those horny thoughts tortured the omega, making him growl, and nearly cum in his boxers. He looked at Vegas with desperation, praying that he’d agree. As an omega, he was a pretty horny one, not like Porsche. He’d always masturbate when he needed too, of course, without his alpha knowing, otherwise he’d get spanked. He shivered a little remembering that. Pete would though imagine his first time with Vegas, and it being the best he’s ever had.

Pete- “P-Please baby?~ Na?”

Vegas was lost for words, Pete’s actions and words just made him wanna melt like ice on fire. But damn was Pete hot when he was all desperate and horny, he’d never seen anything like it, but was gonna make sure that it was always seen. Of course, just for himself, he’s not gonna share such perfection with someone else. God he’d never. Vegas would never get enough of Pete, and especially not this side of him.

Pete- “Can you do it for me na?~”

Vegas- God help me..…

Now.

Pete brought his mouth close to Vegas’ ear, making him lean back against the wall. Pete kept his hands on the back of his neck as he whispered in a deep and breathy tone, his hot breath hitting the alpha’s ear.

Pete- “Oh please hun?~ I want you so badly, so badly i’m in pain.~”

Vegas growled at Pete, making him grin in victory. Vegas smirked deafeningly, pulling Pete along with him by his hand. They reached the car, as Vegas threw him inside the front passenger seat. He sat in the drivers seat, going to rev up the engine as he hastily put his seatbelt on

Pete- “What’s the rush babes?~”

Vegas- Damn it Pete, you’ve got to stop before i lose my mind

The omega kept on teasing him, having the most amount of fun while doing so. The man loved making Vegas groan with much heat and desperation inside of him. Though the alpha said nothing, his eyes were turning to a deeper red than before as his ears stood proud on his head, you could tell he was impatient and horny, wanting to do the most to his devilish omega.

Pete put his seatbelt on, as he grinned once more, declaring victory again as his alpha looked at his expression. Vegas just wanted to kiss him so much, make him fall deeper in love with him as he begs for mercy under him as his cock is crashing against his prostate.

The alpha felt pre cum swirl around in his boxers as he felt his legs twitching, his trousers tightening against his skin. Pete kept that innocent tone and expression on his face, driving Vegas absolutely mental.

Pete- “Don’t drive so quick hun, otherwise you won’t make it home, well, we won’t make it home”

Pete giggled a little, keeping that innocence on the prowl, making Vegas groan softly, continuing to drive at a higher speed. Right beside him, was Pete, taking his shirt off, which made Vegas’ eyes widen.

Vegas- “What are you doing Pete?!”

Pete- “I’m hot baby..~”

Vegas- Which hot do you mean? Both seem correct to me, fuck i’m getting hot inside. Pete you have to stop before i lose my shit.

Vegas nodded at him, placing his hand on Pete’s thigh as he took his shirt off, feeling the cool breeze of the ac hit his body, as he sighed, satisfied.

Time skip

(i can’t wait)

The alpha grabbed some handcuffs, and a blindfold, throwing it on the bed as he pushed his omega further back, making him lean on the headboard.

Vegas- “Choose a safe word baby”

Pete- “Umm.. Green”

Vegas- “Lovely, whenever you wanna stop, just say it to me, and i’ll end it immediately”

Vegas talked in a assured tone, putting his deep needy and horny self to the side for a second. He was so infatuated with Pete, wanting to keep him safe and protected at all costs, never wanting to let him go.

Vegas- “Understood baby?”

Pete- “Mhm, i got it”

Vegas- “Now, i was thinking of taking some chances with you tonight, but only if you’re ok with it”

Pete- “I’m ok with it Vegas”

Pete replied swiftly, making Vegas a little unsure. He didn’t want Pete to regret anything tonight, even if he had a safe word. He wanted to make sure Pete knew what he was getting into

Vegas- “Are you sure baby?”

Pete- “Give me all you got daddy~”

Vegas’ eyes widened, as he growled a bit, his tail caressing Pete’s legs as he stood on his knees in front of him, getting closer and closer. The omega winked at him, his cheeks dusted in a florescent pinkish colour. Vegas gave his signature smirk, grazing his chin with his fingertips, looking at him with love and lustful passion.

Vegas- daddy huh Pete?

Vegas looked at him, keeping that same smirk on his face the whole time.

Vegas- “What did you just call me?”

Pete- “Daddy, why?”

Vegas was surprised at Pete’s confidence, but god he was obsessed already.

Vegas- “If you keep calling me that, i can’t guarantee you can walk tomorrow”

Pete- “I wasn’t expecting to be able to anyways”

Pete already had this all planned in his head, his wet dreams, sinful fantasies and stories were all coming true.

Vegas- “You’re just what i desire, come here hun”

And with that, the alpha pulled Pete close to him, smashing his lips on his, giving force and thrash in the kiss. Though it was intense, it truly showed how much they wanted this, how much they waited for such a moment. Vegas’ hands scrolled down to Pete’s tail, helping them both rock their bodies against each other. Pete moaned in between the harsh kisses they were so devoted too, sending Vegas shivers down his spine. He hadn’t heard anything like it, but god it was gonna be his new obsession

drug

medication

music

Vegas’ mind was completely full of infinite things and ideas, as he nonstop kissed his lover, shoving his tongue deep within his warm cavern, sending Pete to heaven already. The heat pulsed through their body, as they kept nice and close to each other, basically sharing that burning passion they had alit.

The alpha spreaded out Pete’s legs, after throwing his trousers to the ground. His eyes glistened with that red glow, showing how ready he was to just obliterate his omega with that pleasure he’s been longing for.

Vegas- “Let me put those cuffs on you darling”

Pete raised his hands up in the air, allowing Vegas to cuff them to the headboard, not to tight, enough for them to wiggle around a bit.

Vegas- “That ok?”

Pete- “Mhm, it feels nice, but i wanna touch you”

Vegas- “You will love, i’ll let you in a bit, but for now..”

Vegas pushed him down onto the bed, laying him down as he rested his chin on Pete’s, making them seal eye contact for a couple seconds.

Vegas- “Let me pleasure my sweet and delectable Pete”

Vegas growled a bit, licking his lips as his ears stood proud and ready. Pete chuckled softly at his words, but it was soon silenced as Vegas immediately started sucking his sweet spot

Pete- damn it feels so good

Pete’s eyes were shut, consuming all of the pleasure Vegas was giving him.

Pete- “Love, you’re so quick”

Vegas- “I know you well honey”

Pete- “Maybe a bit too will Vegas~”

Vegas- “I wouldn’t use it to my advantage baby, don’t you worry”

Pete smiled a little, letting out soft moans from Vegas’ touch.

Vegas- “Now, here comes the fun bit”

The alpha brought out his blindfold, brushing it across Pete’s chest, outlining his pecs with the straps of it

Pete- “Are you gonna make me wear it”

Vegas- “You don’t have a choice hun”

Pete groaned a little, laughing softly as Vegas put the blindfold on. All he saw was the darkness, and could only guess where his lover was by his scent, and movements.

Pete sniffed until he could perfectly tell where Vegas was, he had that musky rose scent, one which was flavourful and deeply coated around the man.

Pete- “Come back here baby~ D-Don’t leave me alone..”

Pete was super desperate, the pain inside his abdomen was returning, he needed Vegas to give him his medicine. Not pills, not liquid, but his hard cock deep inside of him

Vegas- “Give me a sec love”

Vegas took his clothes off, a smirk sprouting on his face as he crawled on the bed, pouncing on the man with a growl as he shoved his lips onto his, grabbing his nape as he pulled him closer. Pete was stunned for a second, but immediately gave back into it, the same strength, harshness and intensity, though filled with an immaculate amount of love and passion for each other. It seemed no one would be able to get them off of each other, they were glued together tightly, forever.

Vegas- “You taste like candy baby”

Pete gave a flushed smile, as he continued to kiss his alpha, obsessed with the way he talked, moved and kissed him. Everything about him was addicting, like a full on drug. The best kind.

Vegas- “Let me prep you, otherwise it’ll hurt real bad”

Pete- “How bad?”

Vegas- “Worse than the pain you have right now”

Pete have a cracked smile with a little worry, he was a bit scared that it would hurt. Of course, the omega knew Vegas wouldn’t purposefully hurt him. His alpha could read the anxiousness on his smile, as he held his cheek assuringly and adoringly.

Vegas- “It won’t hurt baby, and if it does, you have a safe word.”

Pete- “It’s ok, i’m fine. I trust you, it’s just i’m scared it’ll hurt nonetheless. I’ve never done this before”

Vegas- “Don’t worry my love, i promised i would always take good care of you, so i won’t break that promise”

Pete gave a warm smile, as he lifted his head up to give him a sweet kiss. Vegas’ red eyes, which seemed to be a bit more calmer than before, stared at the blinded sweetheart.

Vegas- “Sit nicely for me”

Pete sat up properly, his arms wriggling in the handcuffs. His eyes were seeing pitch black, though his nose sniffing Vegas’ scent and his ears stood up tall and proud. Vegas then put two fingers in Pete’s mouth, making him suck on them. His tongue swirled around his fingers, gasping for breath every couple of seconds.

Vegas- “Good boy, just a little more for me”

Pete continued to let his mouth play around, especially his tongue. His saliva covered Vegas’ fingers as he took them out of his mouth. Vegas played around with his cock, stroking it and getting it prepped with that pre-cum. He then stuffed his fingers up Pete’s hole, as Pete himself half screamed

Pete- “Ah!~ Ow-Oh!~”

Vegas continued to finger him, adding not 1, not 2, but 3 of his long fingers, till they hit his prostate, sending him to heaven.

Pete- “Oh god~ That’s so good, fuck!~”

Vegas- “Ready for daddy?”

Pete- “Mmh~ I-I’m ready for daddy”

Vegas- “You sure kitten?”

God Pete nearly growled at that name, though he was a wolf, being called that made him feel some things inside his heart and through heated body like warm blood.

Pete- “Mhm, your kitten is ready”

Vegas- “Good boy, flip over for me”

Pete did as he was told, having a little struggle as he couldn’t see and move his hands properly. He made sure he did it just right for Vegas. He didn’t wanna wait any longer and deal with the pain, which was getting worse.

Pete- “Hurry up baby!”

He complained, making Vegas kiss his cheek, ruffling his soft hair adoringly. The alpha knew his omega was in much pain, he also knew the first heat would be the worse with pain and harm to the body.

Vegas- “I’m here honey, i won’t make you wait for too long.”

Vegas spread out Pete’s legs even further, luckily, he was quite flexible. Who knew it would be so handy when it came to sex?

Vegas aimed his long and hard cock at Pete’s tight looking hole, as he entered him slowly. Pete half-screamed at the pain and suddenness of him entering.

Pete- “Ah~ V-Vegas!”

Vegas entered him halfway, giving him time to adjust to his size. Pete breathed heavily, his heart racing against his chest as he took the pain.

Vegas- “You ok baby?”

Pete- “Mmh~ Y-Yeah..Can you move now?”

Vegas nodded, kissing his cheek as he thrusted inside of Pete, careful to go slowly so his omega doesn’t feel much pain. His tail encircled Pete’s foot, his ears low as the pleasure got to him quick. He continued thrusting into Pete, hearing the heavenly moans coming from his mouth. Pete rustled in his handcuffs, only seeing darkness but knowing Vegas was behind it, enjoying it as much as him.

Pete- “Uh~ Fuck Vegas!~ M-More honey~”

Vegas- “Can you take it kitten?”

Pete- “Yeah~ I can take it all my alpha”

Vegas smirked a little, excited to play around with Pete’s desires and fantasies. He bend down towards his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as he pounded into him. Pete was obsessed by now, his moans getting louder and louder, truly showing how much he loved this.

Vegas- “Good Pete?”

Pete- “Mhm~ So good~”

Vegas kept on pleasuring his omega, feeling the warmth of him get better and better as he continued to pound against his prostate. Their moans, sounds of their skin slapping against each other filled the room with fire-like heat. But damn it was one that they never wanted to put out.

Pete- “Please Vegas..let me see you”

Without hesitating, Vegas took off the blindfold, revealing Pete’s twinkling eyes, little tears streaming down on his cheeks. Vegas melted a little on the inside as he kissed those tears away. He’s never want to experience Pete in tears, it would hurt his fragile heart too much.

Pete- “I..I~ I’m c-close honey..~”

Vegas- “Cum for me baby, i’m here”

Vegas caressed his cheek, kissing his soft lips as Pete came all over his abs. He groaned at the smoothing and soothing pleasure coming to him as he filled Pete with his cum. Pete felt comforted at Vegas’ words of affection, knowing Vegas was here for him made him feel so cared for.

Pete- “Mh..that was so good honey”

Pete laid down on the bed, as Vegas took his handcuffs off. Vegas sat opposite of him, their heads close to each other.

Vegas- “Do you know how sexy you are?”

Pete- “Sexy enough for you”

Vegas- “You’re such a tease, who knew you’d be this good in bed huh?”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, caressing his cheek as he laid a kiss on his lips.

Vegas- “Sleep honey, you must be tired”

Pete- “Mhm, my legs are about to fall off”

Vegas- “You’re welcome Pete”

Pete rolled his eyes, though entertained. He rested in Vegas’ embrace, feeling the love taking over the lust that was once in the room. The devotion they had for each other, the passion and admiration was limitless. It’s something that couldn’t be compared too.

Later that night..

Pete- “Vegas..”

Vegas groaned a little as he heard Pete, he stretched slightly, talking in a groggy and tired voice.

Vegas- “What happened love..?”

Pete- “I’m hurting again..”

Vegas- “Need me again?”

Pete- “I know it’s the third time tonight..but..”

Vegas- “I don’t care how many time we do it, as long as you’re well and satisfied, i’m happy”

Pete- “Awh..i love you..”

Pete caressed his cheek, kissing his sweet lips softly.

Vegas- “I love you too Pete~”

Pete- “So..can we..”

Vegas- “Get on my lap and ride the shit out of me babyboy”

Pete widened his eyes a little and the sudden switch up of Vegas. There was two sides of him, one which he loved and one which he desired

Pete climbed onto his lap, Vegas’ hands gripping his waist tightly as they kissed each other’s plump and sweet lips, their bodies against each other and their tongues dancing the night away..

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Gosh, a whirlwind, i hope Pete survived that night..

Thank you for reading! Hopefully i’ll be back soon to be able to supply you with many fanfics! <8

P.S- Feel free to request anything you’d like. I do SMUT and FLUFF. BL’s would be preferred though as i’ve watched many, so i’d be able to work on character depth and development better! :D

Thank you once more my lovelies~

-reii

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