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animeyanderelover · 2 months ago

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Hi! For my 2nd request can I please request Yandere hcs for Narusaku , Nalu and Yato (naruto , fairy tail and Noragami ) , Luffy and Ace (one piece ) , Maka and black star (soul eater ) with a female darling that escapes and has a child with someone else👀 please (if that’s to many you can get rid of of soul eater ones sorry about that ^^)

please 🙏 also hope your doing ok and drinking plenty of water !! 💗

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, guilt-tripping, manipulation, threats

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan @cachamata

Darling escapes and has a child with someone else

Uzumaki Naruto & Haruno Sakura

🍜🌸Escaping those two would be quite a difficult achievement considering that Naruto is the Hokage and Sakura helps him quite a lot considering that she has experience assissting the leader of a village as her mentor used to be the Fifth Hokage. As the darling of those two there is obviously going to be some security involved as neither of those two would be careless enough to assume that even with the dawn of a more peaceful era everything will be safe for you. They aren't as oppressing as some other characters would be though which leaves some holes and cracks that their darling can potentially exploit to plot her escape. Both have their busy days working after all which is arguably going to be your best shot to flee. News still reach their ears very fast though. For Sakura reality settles in faster than for Naruto though as he is much more delusional than she is. The Seventh Hokage is vehemently denying reality as he tries to argue with the Anbu who delivered the news to him that they must have overlooked something. You wouldn't leave Sakura and him behind. You love both of them after all. This-this was supposed to be the beginning of a new era where you could be happy with him and her.

🍜🌸Over and over again he denies their words even as tears start evading his vision. It's Sakura who finally puts the dagger through his heart as she cannot bear to watch one of her oldest friends going through such desperate denial. Her voice is stern and firm as sh cuts Naruto off, only the slightest shiver in her breath betraying her composure as she tells him that you have run away on your own accord. It's the shimmer of hurt in her own green eyes that finally end in Naruto breaking out in tears and seeing him in this state results in Sakura dismissing all the other Anbu in the room. She ends up staying with him for the entirety of his emotional breakdown, her own defenses weakening until she too starts crying now that there is no reason for her to pretend to be alright anymore. The question of why you ran away and what he and Sakura could have done better to make you stay haunt Naruto as he searches for you the following years. He works tirelessly each day, desperately hoping to find you with each new dawn and ask you himself what he needs to do to fix this situation. Sakura scolds him for neglecting his health but truth is that she herself isn't holding up to her lectures either.

🍜🌸As soon as you are found Naruto insists that Sakura and him should be the ones talking to you. He wants answers. He needs answers. For the first time in years though he feels a semblance of happiness again with the prospect that you have finally been found and with a new determination to repair the situation between you three so that things can return the way he always perceived them within his mind. That smile of relief and joy crumbles though when he spots you with the child and its father whilst Sakura can only stare, feeling hurt and betrayed. Yes, she knows that sometimes her and Naruto can be too much but that doesn't change the fact that both of them love you dearly. Naruto ends up shedding silent tears this time though, unable to deny this situation right in front of him. Instead he asks you with a heartbroken look in his eyes if Sakura and him weren't enough for you and if they could have done anything differently so that this all never would have happened. His blue eyes only fill with some semblance of rage when they meet the gaze of the father of your child. After all in his mind there is no one who could love you as much as Sakura and him could.

🍜🌸There is some part within both of their hearts that considers for one short moment to take you and the child and leave the man behind. However, neither of those two is able to do that. Sakura has seen enough orphaned children after the war to know how they feel when losing a parent and Naruto himself grew up without any parents to begin with. So begrudgingly he decides to take the unfamiliar man with him though he ignores him the entire time when he talks to you, wanting to tell you about all the advances that were made during your absence. Whilst the father of your child isn't murdered as neither of them would be that cold-hearted, pressure is on and Naruto and Sakura subtly fuel that. After all in the eyes of every citizen an ordinary guy could harldy compare to two heroes from the Leaf Village. Your partner is constantly judged which takes its toll on him over time. Additionally Sakura suggests to keep him busy with work so that Naruto and her can inser themselves into your life as well as the life of your child more. That child has never been hated after all as both just decide wordlessly to love them as their own child and both of them are terrifyingly good with your kid.

Natsu Dragneel & Lucy Heartfilia

🔥🗝️There is a higher degree of freedom involved with those two unless it is an absolute emergency. Natsu and Lucy are much more harmless in comparison to some other options within the Fairy Tail cast. That doesn't mean by any means that it is an easy walk to escape those two. Natsu's enhanced smell which allows him to track you down, Happy who can fly through the skies to search for you, all their friends who would tell them if you were gone and the fact that both of them very rarely leave you alone. Natsu in particular is very clingy and loves spending time with you and Lucy whilst Lucy at the very least understands the need for privacy, aware that her friend can be very clingy. Still, with a little bit of planning and begging you will find a way to slip away, to be left alone long enough for you to get away from their love which can be a bit too smothering at times. When they realise that you're gone they panic but decide to search for you first with a lot of other guild members helping them. They search and search for hours, their hopes fading with every tick of the clock. Lucy is the first one who starts crying. Natsu attempts to cheer her up, to stay positive but his own tears betray him.

🔥🗝️Still, both of them try to never lose hope to find you one day again. They start going on missions in different regions to search for you, both of them sometimes gone for weeks in their tireless quest to find you and bring you back. Optimism sometimes gives away to despair when all gets too much. Truth is that neither one of those two fully understands why you felt the need to escape from them. Lucy may bear some small semblance of understanding as she is half-lucid at least but she knows that Natsu and her always loved you with all their hearts and always only ever treated you with their best. Natsu on the other hand feels the need to be strong whenever he sees someone so incredibly close to his heart faltering, trying to stay strong and positive whilst reassuring Lucy that surely there is an explanation and that everything will turn back to the way it used to be as soon as they have found you. The more time passes though the more taxing it becomes for them as well as their emotions. The usual liveliness that normally surrounds them slowly gets sucked out as Natsu even loses his usual energy to brawl with Gray and Gajell, an alarming sign for the rest of the guild.

🔥🗝️The moment they receive a clue about your possible whereabouts they drop everything immediately and travel to the place where you are supposed to live. Lucy is a tad bit more anxious than Natsu is as she fears that you'll reject them the moment you see both of them, Natsu attempts to remain positive like he has always done those last few years. Even within all of his optimism that things will turn out alright between the three of you, the moment he catches a whiff of your scent he already knows what has happened long before the man appears behind you with the small child in his arms. In that moment even he is unable to come up with a light-hearted spin to the sight in front of him all whilst Lucy does her best to swallow back her tears as this sight indirectly confirms her fear of you having moved on from both of them. Ultimately you as well as your lover and the baby are taken back to the guild and the whole way back Natsu doesn't know how to feel nor to act. The scent of someone else clings to you and every whiff he takes renews that pain within his heart. He confesses his inner conflict to Lucy with clenched teeth and a trembling voice who does her best to comfort him.

🔥🗝️Peer pressure is very likely in this scenario as well though to a lesser degree. Still, for the entire guild it is a shocking truth dropped on them when they find out that you have had a child with someone else during the years you were gone and there are some whispered words behind your back, some salty slander against the man you chose. The child is almost immediately welcomed though, even by Natsu and Lucy. In fact the kiddo is so often whisked away by someone within the guild that at one point you don't even know where they are until they return giggling with some of the mages of the guild. They grow very quickly attached to the people within the guild which is a nightmare to you, especially Lucy and Natsu spend a lot of time with your kid. You have a hard time explaining to your kid why you do not wish for them to be too close to those two because even you realise that Natsu and Lucy aren't neccessarily bad people, wondering how much your child would understand even if you were to explain everything to them. Natsu never fully learns how to act around the father either, weirdly more possessive and most likely a lot more reckless around that man without injuring him.

Yato

🪙Perhaps it is quite amusing that there is a literal God obsessing over you yet you still have a realistic chance to escape him. Yato isn’t like other gods, he doesn’t have a big palace in the other realm where he could keep you. He needs to earn his money and for that he takes every job offered to him. The poor man is struggling and that is the main reason why you have a shot at escaping him. If you remember to do so that is as you often tend to forget Yato if he’s gone for too long until he returns and the subconscious memories return. Yato, painfully aware of this fact, is all the more clingy as a result. He hates being forgotten, it could literally kill him to be forgotten. But if there is one person he wishes to remember him forever then it would be you, his darling. You plan everything though. A new phone, a suitcase, a ticket to fly abroad as you fear that as a deity of Japan you’d never be free as long as you live here. Then you’re gone. And Yato is left alone as not even the words of Hiyori and Yukine can comfort him. Instead he wishes to be by himself, is gone for days without anyone knowing where he is. He wanders through the city, searching for you as he feels like withering away.

🪙It is likely that some other deities offer him their help. Kofuku volunteers to help in the search for you as she is a very close friend of Yato. Hiyori asks around your neighborhood if anyone is any information about your current whereabouts. Even Kazuma and Bishamon decide to give their helping hands and keep their eyes open for you. Hiyori is the most successful of them all yet the news she delivers are only fuel to the growing pit in his stomach. You’ve gone abroad. You’re no longer in Japan and as a deity created in this land Yato is bound to it. He cannot follow you to the place that you went. He falls into another depressive hole after the news, doesn’t feel motivated to earn his coins as he just spends his time silently drowning in his heartbreak. Deep down he understands why you decided to escape from him, at least partially. Both of you are of completely different worlds and he knows how overbearing he tends to be. But can you blame him? Always, without a fail, he is the one left behind in the past, damned to be forgotten. He just didn’t want you, the one person his heart has learned to love, to erase him from your mind. But now that you’re gone it’ll inevitably happen. Truly, his fate is one marked with misery.

🪙Sometimes he feels like giving in to his defeatism. To just wait until he too evaporates like some other deities before him did. However, it isn’t within his character to give up. His friends wouldn’t let him get tempted by his sorrow either as they drag him out, push him forward so he doesn’t stay behind. So Yato tries to move on yet a forever existence entails that the pain will forever live in his heart, heavy chains around his soul that steal the liveliness of his personality. It is hard for him to keep dreaming about millions of followers and a big shrine as the core of his dreams has disappeared just like that. Each year that passes reminds him of your fleeting human life, of your lifespan burning away like a candle. Until you one day return. A few years older yet still beautiful. It could have been a truly magical moment if it wouldn’t have been for the man next to you and the little child clinging to you. A bitter taste rots on his tongue, a wave of jealous despair washes over him as he gazes at the child you have with this man and it isn’t until Yukine points it out to him that Yato realizes that he has started crying. Hot tears spill down his pale cheeks, the betrayal stinging so terribly as he suddenly rushes over to you.

🪙The confused glimmer in your eyes almost threatens to break him as he begs for you to remember him. It takes you a minute of sheer agony that threatens to tip him over the edge until suddenly your eyes widen. There’s panic and horror but at least you now recognise him. That’s enough. For now at least. However, things have only just begun. In the years you have been gone you have birth to a child, a visible reminder of the passage of time. To Yato a human life burns away like a firework, gone in the blink of an eye. Fearful to lose you to your own mortality as well, he’s decided to search for ways to bind your lifespan to his own so that you may never wither away like a flower in fall. However, your child and your lover will not receive such a gift from him. Yato won’t harm them simply because he understands that they will pass away within the next few decades whilst you will remain by his side. Both of them will naturally leave your side so there is no reason for him to speed things up. Sometimes he does feel like threatening your lover out of jealousy and insecurity but he holds back. He feels sorry for the child though, he quite likes the kid even though he isn’t the father. However, unfortunately he can only tie his life to one other person.

Maka Albarn

💚Maka is of a sharp mind and filled with the quiet determination to be someone better than her father who never was a loyal husband to her mother. As strong as she may appear, she carries lots of insecurities but refuses to let everyone in on it as she wishes to prove herself. It's precisely because she knows that you do not think well of her that she keeps all of her own thoughts to herself as she understands that you wouldn't want to hear about her thoughts and feelings in your current dilemma. There's is the feeling of an invisible cliff between the two of you, one that silently torments you yet you are far too fearful to tell Maka who manages to intimidate her with her closed-off behavior. Maka does none of it by a malicious intention though as she instead assumes that perhaps giving you more time to get adjusted to her feelings for you and allowing herself to digest the fact that you actually figured her out will result in a slightly more positive outcome than what the both of you are currently facing. When something is troubling her she tends to throw herself into training, meaning that poor Soul has to endure rigorous hours of training with her as she attempts to focus on something else.

💚It is the methods she uses to deal with her own problems that gives you the optimal chance to escape. Maka is left feeling like a fool when she has to accept the truth that you fled from her. She knows that her feelings aren't within the norm and she herself is more ashamed than anyone else could ever be of that fact. Yet at the very least she believes that she has never treated you cruelly or neglected you so terribly for others like her own father did to her mother. Still you left and leaves her mind reeling as she wonders if there is something that she has done, something so terrible that you felt the need to sneak away during her absence. For weeks on end she goes through every little interaction between the two of you that she is able to recall as she desperately tries to figure out what it is that repulsed you so much to the point where you left without leaving any trace behind. Her own mental fortress receives great shots, greatly damaged by the end of it yet still stable enough to hold itself together one way or another. That bitter and slimy feeling of failure is embedded within her heart though as she can't shake the thought off that in a way she has exactly become like her father.

💚Maka deals with her troubles and her own pain the same way she has always done though, by throwing herself into attempting to improve herself and become a better person. Yet no matter what she achieves from that day on it never feels like it is enough to her as the thought of her being a failure that scared you away is forever engraved into her soul. Deep down she craves an explanation from you to know what it is that she should have done better so that she can improve. So that she doesn't end up like her father. But she doesn't know where you are. No one does which only leaves the little maggots of insecurities to blossom within her heart, filling every crevice of her body. When she spots you one day again in the company of a man and a little child she just freezes, her eyes staring at you. Her face remains stoic but her own heart starts racing within her just as much as her mind as so many emotions threaten to spill out that she doesn't even know where to begin and where to stop. The yearning to hear your explanation, to understand exactly why you ran away fills her but at the sight of the family you created she immediately closes her heart.

💚Immaturity is something she would much rather have to be associated with her father and not herself but she has to admit that it is incredibly difficult to hold back her own bitterness. She knows that you never loved her, that you never promised her anything which is why she can't possibly consider this as cheating. A broken heart is rarely soothed by such logical explanations though. Her tone is arctic, her eyes are sharp and her entire demeanor is harsh whenever she is left alone with your lover. Green eyes are constantly inspecting him with a piercing glance, desperately wanting to figure out what it is about this man that made you fall in love with him as it is what she seems to lack. To your kid she is still quite nice though she stirs somewhat away as she feels awkward and uncomfortable whenever it hits her that this child is the result of your love for another person. At the very least she is mature enough to not show any hostility towards the kid though but this is hardly something she feels like she can be proud of. Part of her heart aches to question you why she isn't enough for you but another part of her is terrified to reveal such neediness and vulnerability to you.

Black Star

⭐To Black Star the idea of you running away from him is something he is either going to laugh about as a bad joke or get in a brawl over if he is in a bad mood that day. As someone who is quite heavily on the delusional side it is not hard to see why he would never consider such a thing though. In his mind he is after all the only one capable of loving you and protecting you and he is very fierce with this conviction. That is exactly the problem that you have with him though. He is far too much for you, suffocating and smothering with his behavior all because he wishes to impress you and prove to you that he is the only one for you. You've been planning to escape for quite a while already but it is kind of hard due to Black Star's clinginess as he insists that as your hero he should always be with you as dangers may lurk around every corner. As bad as it makes you feel, you realise that you will have to use Tsubaki for your plans if you wish to flee as she is always the one who pulls him away from you and allows you to breathe whenever his clinginess gets too much for you. So you grit your teeth and endure everything for a bit longer until you sense your chance when Tsubaki wants to do you a favor.

⭐It honestly doesn't even cross his mind at first that you fled. Instead he instantly assumes that you were abducted during his absence and instantly starts rummaging through your house, leaving more chaos behind than the supposed abductor of yours. It is Tsubaki who points out that your clothes are gone, that your hygiene products are nowhere to be found and that a suitcase of yours is gone. She has already figured out what has most likely happened but it is Black Star who stays in vehement denial. You'd never run away from him after all. He is after all your personal hero who will always protect you and keep you safe. So Tsubaki forces herself to stay quiet even if only out of empathy as she follows him around as he runs through the entire village and questions everyone. When more and more answers pile up hinting at your leave by free will his rejection and denial of their words get more serious. Maybe you were blackmailed and that person forced you to leave! Maybe there was an urgent emergency that happened spontanously whic forced you to leave abruptly! All of it are excuses to deny the reality so that he has some lie he can cling to. When Tsubaki tries to stop him from his tireless search he actually snaps at her to not touch him.

⭐Without a doubt he would break down if he were forced to face the reality that you never once viewed him as your hero that he always wanted to be for you. His whole world would shatter and would leave him questioning who he even is supposed to be. That cannot happen which is why even throughout the years following after your years he always believes that something must have happened to you, that someone took you away from him. The ninja travels far and wide all in his desperation to find you and rescue you. When he eventually finds you in company with a man his brain immediately jumps to the conclusion that this is the person who must have been keeping you forcefully all those years. With a flashy and loud introduction that is so typical for him he announces to the villain that he is now here and that he will rescue you from the man's evil clutches. Only that Tsubaki refuses to transform, shaking her head as Black Star tells her to turn into a weapon so that he can save you. So caught up in his own fantasy of finally rescuing you and receiving your gratitude and love in return has he been up to that point that he notices the child far too late.

⭐With so much evidence one would think that he would finally falt, that he would finally understand that you were never taken away against your will but left because you didn't love him and wanted to escape his tight grasp. Black Star is far too gone within his own delusions to ever accept such a reality though where he would lose a purpose he has always thought was designed specifically for him when it came to you. So instead he starts believing that the man must have manipulated and hypnotised you as there can be no other explanation to why you wouldn't rush into his arms and express how relieved you are that he has finally found you. It is this delusion that fuels him with an anger that you have never seen before in him as he suddenly challenges the man to a life-or-death match. Tsubaki is horrified, you are horrified but Black Star refuses to back down. He will have his revenge, he will save you from the clutches of this man who has done something to your mind and heart. And after he has done that he will take the kid and you back with him and help you to return to your old self. The child deserves a father who isn't a bad person and who would be better suited than him for that?

Monkey D. Luffy

🍖Luffy is going to be surprisingly difficult to escape from for two reasons. The first reason is his insane clinginess as he so rarely leaves you alone. For Luffy there is no joy greater than spending time together with the people that he loves, especially when it is you that he spends time with. Every waking and sleeping hour he is pretty much glued to your hips and this slowly takes its toll on you as you just wish to be left alone for one fucking day which seems to be about impossible for Luffy do. Wherever he goes he drags you with him with the rare exception of when there is something dangerous happening. The second reason of why it is going to be so difficult to escape him is because of his crew. Whilst it is to some members of the Strawhat crew obvious that Luffy's feelings aren't exactly within the acceptable bounty the fact remains that all of them are loyal to Luffy which makes you extremely cautious to choose any allies out of fear that they'd stop you or tell Luffy. The most ironic of it all is that Luffy is surprisingly emotionally intelligent. He realises that there is something that eats you up alive on the inside but he is too delusional to recognise that he is the cause.

🍖The situation presents itself spontanously to you, the circumstances somewhat low which does cause you to be mildly ashamed. It is during a rather ferocious fight that you decide to sneak away and leave the crew behind as everyone is busy with their opponent. Everyone is too preoccupied with their respective fight to notice your absence. It is only once the worst is over that the crew starts noticing that you are missing. When Luffy finally returns with a grin on his face, wanting to smooch you after that difficult battle he is only met with the guilty faces of the others. Initial confusion is pretty soon met with a very bad feeling crawling up his throat as he realises that amongst his crewmates you aren't present. His mind instantly jumps to the worst conclusions of you either being killed or kidnapped. There is no time for those who most likely have the inkling suspicion already to tell him what has most likely happened as he instantly begs them to help him to search for you, to find you. What if you're hurt?? They spend days searching for you on the island and once it is concluded that you're no longer on the island Luffy starts to openly sob. Where are you?

🍖On every island they stop he keeps searching for you in hopes of finding you, still in firm belief that someone must have taken you. This belief of his makes every day that passes so much more painful to him. If they took you why aren't they trying to get in contact with him and his crew? What is it that they want? Robin, Nami and even Sanji attempt to softly deliver their own suspicions to him but Luffy refuses to listen. After all he remembers your amazement whenever you explored a new island or the laughter you shared with the crew so clearly. Your joy wasn't fake! He isn't even sure if he still wants to find the One Piece as it wouldn't feel right if you aren't there with him. It takes a long couple of years before his crew finally finds you through a tip of another pirate crew, on a secluded island. Luffy lands on the island already mentally prepared to fight someone, to rescue you together with his crew after years of being stolen away from him. Instead he finds you laughing, spinning around a little kid in your arms with a man by your side. It is only when you spot him that he notices the clear fear on your face, his hands suddenly starting to shake. Why are you scared...? It's him...

🍖It's the usage of a Devil Fruit, right? That's why you're acting so scared of him. Without him even realising it he starts letting his Conqueror Haki slip out, your husband and child instantly fainting all whilst you start feeling dizzy. It takes Zoro to pretty much bark at him to stop what he is doing to snap him out of it, catching you just in time as you fall down as you have just lost all strength in your knees. The last thing you remember is the feeling of his tears on your face as he promises you with a shaky voice that he will find out what happened to you before you too succumb to your unconsciousness. When you wake up you instantly realise that you're on the Thousand Sunny, the feeling of a warm hand clutching you tightly smacking reality into your face. When you weakly turn your head around you notice Luffy sitting next to you, giving you a weak grin as he asks you how you're feeling. You instantly want to know where your child and your husband are, noticing the hurt in Luffy's eyes before he nods and leads you outside. Your child is currently climbing up Franky's robotic body, their eyes filled with amazement whilst your husband sits with Robin, casting you a fearful glance when he notices you...

Portgas D. Ace

❤️‍🔥Ace is a little bit better off than his younger brother is in regards to his delusional tendencies but that doesn't mean by a long shot that he is completely lucid. He's somewhere in the middle of the spectrum as he is half-half when it comes to the question of how delusional he is. One thing he definitely shares with Luffy though is his suffocating clinginess that becomes more and more apparent the more he falls into his obsession. The reason for it is very different though. Whilst Luffy spends so much time with you because he just loves being together with you, Ace's motives root more from his deep-rooted desperation to find a meaning to his life. As the son of Roger from the youngest age he has always perceived himself as someone the world doesn't want to exist and throughout his whole life he has always struggled to find a reason for why he has the right to live, for why he deserves to be here. One way or another you are made a scapegoat of those insecurities as Ace pours his heart out to you, clings to you as if you can provide him with answers by staying with him and loving him. It's taxing on your own mentality which is why you decide to escape as long as he hasn't introduced you to Whitebeard yet.

❤️‍🔥You know that as soon as he would introduce you to one of the Four Emperors you would have no chance to flee so as long as you are still living on your island you decide to use the chance, secretly spiking his drink and watching with a mild amount of guilt as he falls asleep. Ace panics as soon as he wakes up and doesn't feel your warmth next to him, his body instantly jolting awake, his heart already throbbing with cold terror. He spends the next few minutes frantically sprinting through every room, calling your name with more and more desperation only to be greeted with a haunting silence. Eventually he slides down against the wall, his vision blurry and his breaths quick and short as he gasps desperately for air. His hands start trembling uncontrollably, hot tears start cascading down his face and heartbroken sobs tear through the oppressing silence, his heart palpations echoing loudly within his own head as he feels like he's about to die. He needs thirty minutes before he feels like he has enough strength again to stand up, slowly returning to your room and rummaging through your shelves before he breaks out into a fresh set of tears when he realises that your clothes are gone.

❤️‍🔥You left him. Of course you did. What was he even thinking, believing that someone as wonderful as you would ever find it in your heart to love someone as unwanted as him? A part of Ace believes that it is justified. After all he is still capable enough to realise that his love for you has always been very obsessive so perhaps he was just never good enough for you to begin with. None of that quells the wriggly desperation and longing for you though. The truth is that he is in misery without you and everyone notices that. Every time something reminds him of you he is right back into the throes of a panic attack, his mind not under his control as he confesses in between sobs to Marco one day what is tormenting him so much. That's how Whitebeard finds out, that's how the Whitebeard Pirates get involved. And that is how you are found eventually. Ace, as impulsive as ever, instantly hops on his Striker to sail to the island where you have apparently been living for a few years, not even letting Marco finish his explanation. Perhaps he should have just stayed still and listened for once. Maybe then he wouldn't have felt like dying when seeing you in the arms of another man.

❤️‍🔥Anger. Hot, burning anger just like the flames that he wields. Fire starts erupting from his skin, coating his fists in searing flames as his chest is heaving. For one terrifying moment it looks like he is about to attack the man, already taking the first steps to charge at him until you appear right in front of him, pushing him away. Ace stumbles back, eyes wide and shocked as he gazes at you. Then his eyes finally land on the child, eyes just like yours staring back at him. The tears welling up in their eyes as they look at him finally completely push him over the edge. In the next moment he's down on his knees, clutching at your clothes as he starts sobbing. Every time you attempt to push him away he lets out a hoarse whine, only resulting in his hold on you tightening. Meanwhile the other man has seemed to have gathered enough courage to approach Ace, wanting to defend you only to stagger back in terror when he notices the tattoo on his back. That's when a sudden realisation occurs to Ace. You never told him with whom you were together in the past. He could threaten this man to stay away from you unless he wants to deal with Whitebeard. He could just take you. And the child.

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bring-forth-his-sac · 3 months ago

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Hiiii I’m the anon who sent the ask about whether I could send a request even tho it might take a while so I don’t forget!

I always have ideas for fanfics but I cannot write for the life of me 😭 so if you don’t wanna write this it’s all good :)

so I had an idea where it’s a non-apocalyptic world & the reader/character is famous? like they’re a singer & they just started dating negan & he hears the songs they wrote about him & it’s just fluffy? again you don’t have to write this it’s just an idea I had 🥺🫶🏻

sorry this took so long!! thank you sm for your patience <333 also my friend helped me with the actual lyrics in this which I am so grateful for because I don't have a musical bone in my body

pairing: Negan x singer!Reader

tags: alternate universe, established relationship, fluff, modern AU, famous AU, love songs, Negan needing to mention his dick in every convo lol

word count: 1.7k

It’s still early in the evening and yet there’s snores coming from the other room.

Negan sits on the sofa, legs stretched out. He was waiting for the melodic sounds of your piano to waft out of the room but after a few minutes, all that has emerged from your study are soft snores.

He debates going in and disturbing your solitude. While Negan knows you wouldn’t mind his company, he likes to give you your own time to indulge in music.

Music has always been a big part of who you are and it’s something Negan has supported from the beginning.

He understands that for you, music is like your personal diary, a sanctuary where you pour out all of your emotions and transform them into a heart-wrenching ballad or the catchiest pop song he’s ever heard.

With another snore drifting out from your study, Negan sighs and gets up.

As of recent, you’ve been consumed by a wave of newfound inspiration, tirelessly working on numerous songs. It’s as if lightning has struck, igniting a sudden surge of motivation and encouraging you to put your heart and soul into your work.

Piano keys, the strumming of guitars and your voice has filled Negan’s ears as you put finishing touches on song after song.

Even though he's been eager to hear a sneak peek, you've chosen to keep the new songs private until they're complete. Nevertheless, Negan has already tried to convince you otherwise. He can’t help it, as soon as he knows you’re crafting some new song, he wants to know everything about it.

But you’ve always remained steadfast and not let him have a sneak peek, even when he gives you those puppy dog eyes.

Creeping into your study, Negan’s eyes immediately go to your figure. Slumped over your desk with loose papers everywhere, you greet him with another snore. Negan smiles at the sight, immediately deciding that you need 100% relaxation for the rest of the night.

He weaves his way through the room, making sure not to step on the fallen guitar picks that have found a home on the fuzzy carpet. The walls of the room are lined with empty cases of instruments, music stands that have been pushed aside and Negan’s favourite armchair.

It’s what he always sits on whenever you invite him in to listen to what you’ve been working on. Although there are some more steamy memories too that truly cement it as being his favourite leather armchair.

Negan approaches your desk silently, careful not to disturb your peaceful sleep. Your laptop hums with life, displaying what he assumes must be a compilation of beats that are on the verge of being made into a cohesive rhythm. Making sure everything is saved, he shuts down the laptop for the night.

“Baby,” he nudges you carefully “you keep sleeping like that and you’ll be complaining ‘bout a bad back in no time”.

You respond with a soft grunt, your fatigue winning as you stay asleep.

Negan chuckles, finding your determination to nap utterly adorable. He takes a casual look around your desk, skimming over the various musical notes jotted down that he can't make heads or tails of, until he spots something else.

Lyrics.

Small fragments of verses, written out on scrap pieces of paper and sticky notes. His eyes impulsively scan what he can see, yearning for that sneak peek you’ve denied him.

Moving carefully, he picks up one of the sticky notes and reads it.

“In every moment, I feel the spark. You’re the love that lights the dark”.

Negan has seen you weave song about your past experiences and the people in your life, but never has he thought that he might become the subject of your next ballad.

He glances down at your sleeping form as if you’ll pick up on his questioning look. Not fully believing it, Negan grabs another sticky note.

“A leather jacket, stories untold… with that smirk, you take control”.

As it is written, so it shall be. A smirk graces Negan's face as he looks down at the paper, slowly nodding to himself. Jackpot.

You’re finally writing a goddamn song about him!

Negan doesn’t want to say it’s about time but he’s definitely been thinking about you serenading him with his own song for a while now. He blames his ego for that fantasy.

“Oh darlin’, you writing this for me?” He asks with a grin. Negan lets the sticky notes fall back to the desk and he wraps his arms around you, his chest against your hunched back and embracing you in a hug you don’t even know you’re in.

Feeling his arms around you, you slowly begin to come to. Your eyes flutter open, instantly feeling comfortable.

“Negan?” You mumble groggily, your brain still waking up.

He hums, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek “Your world just light up?”.

“Wh-what?” a confused pout forms on your face as you move your head to look at him.

Nuzzling in by you, he reluctantly pulls back just enough so he can gesture to the first set of lyrics. “I mean, I am the love that lights up the dark, right?” he grins.

Your tired confusion suddenly shifts to panicked realisation, instantly straightening up. “Negan! Did you— No!“ you babble on hurriedly, your eyes darting to the notes on your desk “You can’t read those!”.

“Oh sweetheart, I think it’s too late for that,” he kisses your head before standing upright “and for the record, I am honoured to be your muse”.

You roll your eyes, knowing that you can’t be annoyed when you’re the one leaving bits of your next song scattered across your messy desk.

“I never said you were my muse” you point out.

Negan thinks for a moment, slyly looking for another scribble of lyrics. “Every word is his weapon, every laugh’s a tease, but in his dangerous charm is where I find my release” he reads out another excerpt, spotting it marked with musical notations.

“Hey!” You quickly try to cover the entirety of the desk, your arms spreading out over as many sheets as possible. You pout up at him, your bottom lip jutting out.

“What? I like it, it’s a good thing” he assures you, kissing your pout away “about time you let them damn fanboys know I’m your one and only. Maybe now they’ll fuck off and stop bombarding your DM’s”.

With a scoff, you warily stand and try to clear your desk. Gathering all the papers into a somewhat neat pile, you defend “Those are my fans you’re talking about!”

With a smug smirk, Negan lays a single finger on top of the stack of notes “And it’s me you’re singing about, so they can kick rocks”.

You feign annoyance but it’s clear just how much this means to him. If you’re being honest, you weren’t sure how he’d react to a song about him.

Despite Negan always being supportive, you weren’t sure if that extended to a pure love song all about him. A part of you was scared he would think it’s cringe or too much, but the look on his face says the opposite of that.

Maybe it’s your exhaustion but it’s as if Negan radiates a soft glow, reflecting the pride he feels. Those damned eyes, a perfect swirl of hazel hues makes you melt.

“Hmph… suppose you have a point” you let him take the win, giving him another kiss.

“I always do,” he replies, leaning into your kiss “now, how’s about we have a nice relaxing night of being couch potatoes. Sound good to you or do you want to go back to snoring on your desk?”.

You can’t help but huff, denying his claim as you stretch your tired limbs. "I do not snore!" you protest, defensive humour lacing your tone.

Negan wraps an arm around your waist, in case you’re unsteady on your feet considering you just woke up .

“How would you know? You’re asleep when you do it” he replies, helping you step over things within the messy study.

“But I don't…” you trail off, yawning.

He lets out a light laugh at the timing of your yawn. “What? Don’t sleep or snore?” Negan teases “it’s alright, darlin’… snoring is like singing in your sleep, it’s your musicality! Damn, I guess that’s means you’ve been giving me a private concert for the past twenty minutes”.

It’s tempting to resist his claims but you give in to the small smile that tugs at your lips. No matter what, Negan has a way of turning every aspect of you into an endearing quality, constantly finding ways to appreciate even your most mundane traits. It’s a talent, truly.

Relenting, you lean against Negan, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace as you both move towards the door.

“Y’know, I could always help with the song too” he offers, making you laugh in an instant.

“You? Co-write a song?” You question, turning off the light and wandering back through your home, Negan still side by side with you.

“Yeah, I was thinking something like…” he thinks for a moment, mentally arranging the words in his head before saying “when my guy sees me, he gets hard as a brick, but how can I be mad, when he’s got that big dick”.

He gives you a grin, utterly proud of his lyrics.

You giggle, expecting no less from him as you drag Negan on to the couch with you. “Oh wow, I didn’t realise I was dating a poet” you praise.

“What can I say, doll,” Negan nuzzles in beside you “you’re not the only one full of surprises”.

With a wink, Negan gives you one last kiss before you both get comfy on the couch together, ready for a night of relaxation.

#negan fanfiction #negan smith fanfiction #negan x reader #negan x you #twd negan #negan #negan smith #negan twd #jeffrey dean morgan x reader #jdm x reader #the walking dead negan #negan smith x female reader #twd fic #alternate universe #drabble #x reader #request #negan smith x reader #negan smith x you

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neptunes-sol-angel · 1 year ago

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What's the 2024 canon event in your universe?

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Pile One 🕷

Your Canon event that cannot be interfered with: There's going to be a tremendous amount of movement for you in 2024. This could look like traveling, ascending in your endeavors, plans playing into motion, but the main thing that's standing out to me is that you won't be doing this alone. There's a lot of group activity here with friends, family, or co workers who you have a healthy relationship with. This could also indicate a lot of celebrations or ceremonies regarding success in what you accomplish next year. I keep getting this image of gears moving non-stop, which to me it looks like you're pushing through anything physically and mentally. Some of you could be start working out as a new hobby or something else that requires you to uncover barriers within yourself that you never thought you could exceed. Maybe this is inspiration to pull yourself out of something in the past that has been making you feel like you should just lay in stagnation, or maybe you're tirelessly moving because you have to, but either way, you're making moves that you should see positive results in the year of 2024.

Pile Two

Your Canon event that cannot be interfered with : You are going to learn either from circumstances that corner them or through self-reflection (can even be both) that will make you learn how to take more accountability. This is about making changes in the way that you have been reacting to stuff that boils down to the multiple ways that you have been self-sabotaging. Knowing when to walk away when you've put your all into a person that isn't doing the work to meet you half-way. Withdrawing your energy from situations that seek to get you out of character. Understanding the value in your emotions instead of pushing them aside or allowing other people to invalidate them. 2024 is the year for your voice to be heard. You'll improve in how you communicate with others, especially amongst conflict, discovering your unmet needs that you didn't even know were needs, solitude that will bring you more peace that'll draw away from the loneliness you may feel in working on yourself. You could even be finding out what spirituality actually means to you as well. Overall, I'm getting the feeling that you're walking away from the noise that's discrediting your discernment, you're going to find out that you aren't crazy as some people tried to make you ought to be.

Pile Three

Your Canon event that cannot be interfered with : 2024 for you is going to be about uncovering a lot of secrets and I'm not talking about anxiety inducing kind. This year is going to be exciting for you and about revealing what your self-concept is. Tapping into your sexuality, finding the things that compliment your beauty, or your "recipe" that just makes life work for you, having more freedom financially, romantically, or other areas that you may have felt restricted in. I feel like most of your months are going to be eventful to the point where you may pause temporarily throughout the year because you may feel like you need to chill out, or life just feels "too" good. This could be related to certain indulgences or this could be some fear creeping on you that'll make you doubt the positive things going on with you in life. Other people could find you impulsive, but that's really none of their business, a lot of the blessing that you receive in 2024 comes from taking leaps of faith and being assertive in searching for things that you want to take a chance on.

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izvmimi · 1 year ago

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cw: gods au. fem!reader and izuku are both gods, although izuku is now a human. pining. part 2 of this.

“You should stop watching.”

The sudden voice behind you shocks you out of your reverie, and the gash that you’ve formed in the veil between your world and the human realm shrinks to almost imperceptible, yet your best friend can tell you’ve been peering behind the proverbial curtain again. You haven’t spent a millenia together for nothing.

You frown.

“How did you know?”

She scoffs, gliding over to you along marbled paths to where you sit, legs folded to the side and tucked beneath your robes, in your garden of never-wilting flowers.

“How don’t I know? You have that look in your eye.” Her voice lowers and softens as she circles around your chair, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as she stands behind you to see from your vantage point. “There’s no use watching,” she continues, “I understand that you want to keep him safe, but all humans will deteriorate and die eventually. You cannot stop the natural flow of time and circumstance.”

As expected from one who hails from the clan that stitches the thread of mortal life into the tapestry of Fate.

You shrug her off; it’s not meant to be an act of aggression but she frowns even deeper before raising her hands in feigned surrender and letting out a sigh.

“He’s not a mere human and you know it,” you reply as you turn to glare at her.

“Yes… right.”

It’s a statement that she offers you that also is not meant to be condescending, yet somehow is. It’s been like this, for the two of you, any time he is brought into conversation. Although it’s been nearly a century since the transmutation of your lover’s soul, you have failed to come to terms with the fact that your partner is truly not ever coming back.

He’d disappeared out of the fabric of time and space after the event, and you’d been so numb from tears that you were not sure you’d make it through the next millennium without letting your soul rot from bitterness, but just a couple decades ago, you had felt him reborn, his light, although significantly dimmed reappearing again in the womb of a young woman. And although his signature was nothing like you’d known of him your entire existence, it still burned brighter than the typical human, likely owing to the fact that he was once a god. You’d wondered if there was a loophole to the punishment - this was not something that was supposed to happen - but things were different for those immortals who descended directly from the Sun, more powerful than the rest.

“Is he still feeding the cat?” your companion asks. Raye comes to sit besides you, shifting your legs so that they lay on her lap. She wants to understand. She has tried to understand for so very long now, but she fails to understand why you haven’t given up the part of your heart that longs for him. There are rituals to harden your heart that she knows very well and have often been prescribed to people with your plight, and yet you prefer to suffer this way.

So instead she indulges you with questions like this. Her gray eyes shift and watch your profile as you widen the gash between realms and watch the mortal once more. Raye peers into the hole to see from your vantage point.

Izuku Midoriya, the man, is not doing anything very interesting at this moment. You watch him on his couch, opening up a plastic bag containing a prepared dinner he must have picked up from a convenience store a few blocks away. Earlier today, he had a fanmeeting where he’d smiled and signed hundreds of autographs, and only now was getting the opportunity to eat. Sleep would probably occur to him soon and you would have to find something else to do aside from watching him tirelessly.

“I didn’t descend today,” you reply.

She lays her head on your shoulder and the two of you lay in silence. There’s a gentle warm breeze that runs in your garden and in the snap of your fingers, you could request some music to fill the pregnant pause between you too but you refrain. Your heart doesn’t hurt right now so you don’t need it. But it will soon.

“What would you do if he stopped?” she asks.

It’s a question that makes your heart pound ever so slightly in your chest. The idea of your Izuku walking by you, without even noticing, without any offer of attention to you, seems far too much to reconcile in your conscience.

But you lie.

“I’d have to accept it.”

“You wouldn’t turn into anything else?” she asks.

You pause, and lie again. “I wouldn’t.”

She blows out air from her nostrils in a slow, deliberate sigh.

“Liar,” she hisses before straightening up to a sitting position. She pauses, and then instead decides to stand before marching off to your front gate.

“I’m not-” you call after her.

“You are such a bad liar! You would never let him go, face it.”

Her lips are pressed into a tight smile, and she’s somewhere between amused and annoyed as she runs a hand through her orchid-pink hair.

And you have started to get angry too, but you bite your lip so as to not let the honeysuckles that sprout around you wilt in your rage.

“Why should I?” you demand.

“Because he’s a HUMAN.”

You grit your teeth but let your rage simmer. You can see that there’s an edge to her voice, a small plea to come back to your senses.

It’s your turn to sigh.

“He isn’t meant to be…” you try to ignore the tears that well up in your eyes, aware that by now you’ve cried a flowing river over the years.

She scoffs - not because she no longer cares but because the outcome of your moroseness is no longer beneficial to any of you. She misses him too, believe it or not, but she cannot watch you deteriorate forever.

There’s an eternity that remains, and she wants you to be happy.

—

Izuku Midoriya, aged 27, dreams of fire and felines.

He wakes up in a cold, uncomfortable sweat, panting heavily in a too-sticky mess of matted bedsheets. It’s not the first time and it likely won’t be the last time he wakes up in a shock like this.

Izuku steadies his breath and grabs his phone from the end table, rubbing his eyes as he brings himself to a sitting position before checking the time and any pending notifications from overnight. There’s a text from his mother, reminding him to eat breakfast every morning. He smiles, then immediately frowns as he remembers that he actually has nothing left in his fridge aside from ketchup and katsudon leftovers from the night before.

It’s Saturday morning, and he’s not sure what to do first, but there’s a long list of tasks and upkeep that he has to perform before the week starts. Laundry piles up in the corner of his room, overflowing from his laundry basket and he’s pretty sure the dishes in the sink have been there since last weekend. These are the moments he’s reminded that, despite being admittedly lonely in this apartment, he’s not equipped to take care of much else aside from himself, especially not a pet.

However…

There is a jet black cat that he’s been seeing constantly since he moved to this neighborhood several months ago that seems to haunt him, although it should be a sign of good luck. Golden eyes watch him, glowing and far too intense, enough so that the first time he met it, he wondered if it would speak to him in formal Japanese.

It seemed to be waiting for him, the way it sat perfectly still on his route home from work. He had been mostly lost in thought when he suddenly encountered the animal, trying to decide if it were a good idea moving so far away from his mother when he had no other compelling reason besides asserting his independence. He saw the cat from a distance - rather felt compelled to look - and stood just as still. The two beings faced each other, and the cat seemed to size him up, as though hesitating, with far more interest in him than strays usually do. Perhaps it was hungry, he figured, and that made it friendly enough to beg for scraps, but its movements towards him - when it eventually decided he was worthy - were too graceful for a being humbled by starvation.

It passed between his legs once, then twice, then stood before him with far too much familiarity in its eyes. Squatting to his knees to look at it more closely, he decided eventually to pet it, gingerly placing his hand on its fur to test the waters. It purred to his touch, its coat again far too soft for an animal that wasn’t being taken care of somehow, by someone. He looked around for a collar and saw nothing on first pass, but as the animal continued to mew, he noticed an inscription behind its ear.

It was a symbol he couldn’t recognize but felt intrinsically like he should be able to read. It bothered him for a split second, that feeling of uneasiness, but he soon forgot it, eventually realizing he had to get home. He took his time however to say goodbye to the small creature before he continued on his way, leaving the animal to watch him with newly shiny feline irises.

It almost seemed like it was sad to see him go.

As he stirs his protein shake, Izuku ponders on that symbol again, recreating it in his mind’s eye on his counter with the pad of his finger. It seemed not to be shaved in, but rather etched into its very flesh. Did it hurt? Who would brand their cat like this? Is that why it’s so oddly trusting?

He takes a sip of his drink and lets out a sigh. This is a lot of energy to be wasting on a stray and he has things to get to.

But first, he needs to make a phone call to a friend.

—

Ochaco is far better at grocery shopping than Izuku is.

“Buy the organic eggs, they’re better for you~”

“These snack bars are on sale if you buy two packs, and you can always save some for later!”

“The produce at this store isn’t high quality enough to be this expensive! Let’s go to the farmer’s market three blocks down!”

Ochaco reminds him a lot of his mother, Izuku thinks, and all he can do is nod and smile as she drags him from place to place that morning.

“I have an incredible recipe for an apple pie, “ she chirps, holding two apples to her face with a grin. The light red tones of the fruit compliment the pinks of her cheeks well, he notices, and his own face reddens ever so slightly as he realizes he’s staring.

He should tell her how he feels, he thinks. One day, when the dust settles, and his dreams are no longer dreams, he should tell her what she means to him. She’s always been there for him after all. The one constant in his hectic life, the only person he has never had to prove anything to.

Someone who knows all of him.

Izuku digs through the first heavenly bite of his longtime crush’s apple pie and excitedly exclaims that it’s the most delicious thing he’s had in a while. Ochaco beams, and she cuts herself a piece before slipping into the chair next to him and taking a bite.

“It’s best with vanilla ice cream too!” she adds. “We should get some next time,” she hums, kicking her feet as she enjoys her pie.

Izuku nods emphatically and Ochaco grins widely, brushing a few crumbs off his mouth. Her eyes linger just too long on his lips, but then she looks away and smiles. The air in the room gets quiet and he wonders if now is the time to kiss her. She tenses and right before he considers holding her hand, she jumps off the barstool and circles back around to the freezer.

His heart slows and then he chuckles gently to himself before occupying himself with finishing his desert.

In the skies, millions of miles above, pink hydrangeas wilt to nothing.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x ochaco #mimi's notes #daydreams: bnha

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alwayslurkinginthebackground · 3 months ago

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For You - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Thirty-One of Pedrotober: SAG Awards Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: Y'all got your spice it's time for fluff. No warnings.

Word Count: 924

a/n: 37,566 words later, here we are. I simply cannot believe how quickly this month has gone, the same way I cannot express how thankful I am for this challenge, for the people it has brought into my life over the past thirteen months, and for the opportunity to explore it in my own way. Pedrotober has, above all else, proven to me that I'm capable of this. Of writing. Of balancing everything so precariously and working tirelessly to do the things I love for the people I love. You know exactly who you are, and this is for you.

He's never been prouder than in this moment.

Applause echoes through the room, following his steady lead, and he's standing to press a kiss to your cheek before you slip from his grasp. Lights are flashing, surely no brighter than the smile illuminating your face as you walk past the photographers and to the center stage. Someone claps him on the back, but his eyes are locked on you.

Frankie had seen every moment that led to this one. The early mornings, when he'd bring your coffee to your desk and ensure that you ate something for breakfast. The long days spent cramming in the tasks required for your job, just so you'd have time in the evening to work. The missed meals and the sleepless nights, the aching shoulders and the endless pacing down the hallway as you tried to pinpoint the smallest of details until it was perfect.

You make it up the steps without tripping in your heels the way you feared you might, even with a bit of tequila in you. There's someone waiting for you at the top with a trophy that is probably far heavier than it looks, and you accept it with a grin, a deep breath, and a glance back at him.

"Wow," you begin breathlessly as the crowd dies down, settling back in their seats. "Wow, I don't even know where to begin because I absolutely did not expect this."

He listens. Hangs on every word of your speech because he knows you're telling the truth. That you didn't expect this. That you'd simply been honored to be nominated for your work and to be here despite all the negativity swirling in your mind. The thoughts he's had to dispel from your consciousness with careful dedication and love until you're finally convinced that what you do matters.

The audience laughs lightly when you take a moment to pause and simply look at the trophy in your hands. "I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd be here, so I've completely neglected to make a list of who to thank, but I wouldn't be here without my incredible family and my astonishingly supportive friends who get me through each and every day. And, most importantly," you continue, finding him again in the crowd, "I'd like to thank my husband, Frankie. I wouldn't be able to do life without you, and this? This is for you."

You feel the emotion well in your chest when he winks at you, a quiet reassurance that he's with you now the way he has been all along. The reminder of the final words of your speech, the ones that you've held in your heart through every painstaking moment coming to life on your lips.

"And before I leave, I just want to add that to anyone out there feeling defeated, to every 'other.' You are my family and I love you. Keep going. Keep waking up every day and doing what feels right. This is proof that you can get there. That you will get there. Thank you."

The overwhelming sound of the crowd follows you off the stage, but it's not long before you're tucked back in Frankie's waiting arms. He meets you in the hallway before you can even make it back to your seat, tugging you against him and swinging you gently back and forth as the statue in your hand rests against his back. "I'm so incredibly proud of you," he whispers against your ear.

"Thank you." You shift to look up at him, one hand running along his forehead to push back a stray curl that's fallen out of place. "I meant what I said."

He shakes his head. "No, Carino. This is yours. You're the one who put in the work and made this happen. Not me. You."

The kiss you place on his lips is soft, and you stand on your toes to press just a bit closer. "I couldn't have done any of this without you, Frankie," you tell him when you pull back, your lips resting just a breath apart. "Do you realize that? There wouldn't have been a project to work on if you hadn't encouraged me. If you hadn't challenged me to dedicate myself to my dreams." He's staring at you, wide-eyed and mouth slightly parted, but you continue. "I wouldn't have been able to survive while working on this without you being there every moment of the day, making sure I stayed sane even when I felt like throwing something at the wall and calling it quits."

A laugh rumbles in his chest. "I would've just fixed the wall."

"Yeah," you breathe out. "You would've. So yes, Frankie. This is for you." To make your point, you hold the statue between you, holding it out for him to take. When he hesitates, you reach for his hands, wrapping his fingers around it until yours are closed over his. "Thank you for being there for me every step of the way. For encouraging me to keep going. For loving me and letting me love you in return."

He's speechless, words inadequate to express the way his emotions are rolling through him in a neverending tsunami, so he kisses you instead.

And later, when the ceremony is over and your colleagues wait to congratulate you, you can't help but feel the same kind of love wash over you. Pounding in your chest when you overhear him telling someone that he'd pick you every time anyway.

Because you'd pick him, too. Always.

#pedrotober #pedrotober 2024 #lurking and writing #frankie morales x reader

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lnmei · 4 months ago

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hi, as someone who's been getting a lot of inboxes about donating to families, I was wondering how do you go about checking whether these accounts are real or not? As much as I want to help Palestinians, i also do not want to give scammers my money. I tried going to individual blog but it's so confusing, not to mention there is at least a few people saying this *insert blog* is a scam. As soon as I shared one campaign, a bunch more just keep popping up and I'm just hoping to look for some general guidance and not encourage people incentive to give money to scumbag scammers who are making money off the backs of real victims. Trying to check whether a blog is real or not turns out to be very difficult as it's just a he said she said situation as far as I can tell?

Hello! Since you asked I’ll go into some detail.

So there’s a whole process that a number of individual bloggers or groups on and off tumblr do to vet fundraisers to ensure that the money donated to those fundraisers are towards real Palestinians in need! Blogs like @/el-shab-hussein, @/nabulsi and @/ibitsams are Palestinian users who go to great lengths to ensure that the fundraisers they share are real and trustworthy, at least in terms of who the Palestinian families and individuals are that ask for help. You can read about some examples of the vetting process here but TL;DR is that Palestinian vetters will ensure the validity of fundraisers in Gaza by communicating with askers in the Palestinian Arabic dialect, check official government issued identification documents, check with vetted people who claim to be friends or family with the person, and even have contacts on the ground in Gaza to gather this information and verify in person (one of whom has his own fundraiser that is only £806/£20k; please donate if you’ve ever made use of el-shab-hussein’s vetting (proof that this is his vetter))

Ahmed (@/90-ghost) is another user who is a Gazan and longtime tumblr user who’s campaign succeeded in raising him funds to escape Gaza and he has since been vetting campaigns himself, so fundraisers reblogged to his blog are for those whom he has already vetted and trusts. (His relatives still trapped in Gaza are also fundraising; please donate to help his brother and his cousin who’s fundraisers are still yet to meet their goal after months)

Sometimes you’ll see a fundraiser is vetted by association with other vetted fundraisers and blogs; these are friends or family of Palestinians that people recognize or other non-Palestinian Tumblr users are friends with and therefore find trustworthy.

There are a number of spreadsheets that you can check that compile vetted fundraisers, and you can look into what the compilers do to vet if you’re curious; here are a few of the well known ones:

el-shab-hussein and nabulsi’s spreadsheet

gazafunds.com

Operation Olive Branch

Gaza Vetters

Often if you check the notes of a post or search up a blog on tumblr you will see people mention if a fundraiser is vetted or not and use that to find the source.

There are unfortunately opportunists out there! But more often than not these opportunists are scamming and stealing funds from Palestinians they claim to be fundraising for. I have read accounts of thousands being transfered out of funds by an organizer just for the Palestinians waiting for the money to never hear from the organizer again. Due to the nature of gofundme’s policies in Palestine and the complicated process of moving money into Gaza, Palestinians must rely on organizers in other countries and we cannot always know if those organizers are doing the right thing.

Ultimately you must use your own judgement but these systems have been running tirelessly for months to make it easier to know you are helping real people, you just have to trust in the community that’s been doing the work.

Hope this helps!

#also many of these Palestinians neither know English well nor use tumblr so don’t factor in how naturalistic their online behavior is #we can’t use the same standards of validity we apply to NGOs here that’s why the vetting groups and users are important

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mothergold · 4 months ago

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| August |

Rhinedottir x Oc!August | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Oc x Canon, Female Original Character, Angst, Blood & Injury, Needles, Medical Talk, Medical Instruments, Stitches, Nightmares, Trauma, August has PTSD, Talk of Death, 1.8k words.

A/n: This took a little over a month to write but it was so worth it.

Summary: Although August finds herself safe and sound after tragedy struck her, she begins to realize that there are some things that someone cannot be freed of even in sleep.

It was approximately sunrise when August awoke in a cold sweat. The hair on her body stood at attention as she clutched at her chest. She counted down from a hundred, a method she’d used successfully all throughout her childhood, but sadly that method had been failing her as of late. August waited until her breathing slowed to a somewhat normal pace before attempting to crawl out of bed.

August winced the moment she stood up, wrapping an arm around her waist while she whimpered in pain. Carefully and quietly opening her bedroom door she looked around to make sure she was indeed alone before journeying out.

Lights are all off. Perfect, she’s still asleep.

August limped towards the kitchen and kept her eyes trained on the front door. She was nearly there, just a few more steps and she could make a quiet escape for some fresh air. After everything August had gone through she indeed needed the comfort of nature most of all, and it was nearly in her grasp. Just one more step, her hand on the knob and..

“Where are you going?” A voice called out in the darkness.

August cursed under her breath. She could already feel the eyes of a certain woman fixed on her hunched form.

“Going for a walk. I need.. fresh.. air.” August could barely get her words out due to the extent of her pain, practically pushing out every word by sheer force.

“You can barely fuckin’ walk.” Rhinedottir spat. “Did you actually think I couldn’t hear you?”

August turned her head to glare at Rhine who had suddenly appeared beside her. “Yes.”

Rhinedottir couldn’t help but chuckle, completely unbothered by August’s dirty looks. Tears ran down August’s face as she realized she looked like a damn fool. Just as stupid and naive as the day Rhine found her.

“I’m glad you find my pain funny.” She grit through her teeth.

Rhinedottir hummed as she grabbed August’s face to inspect it, tilting it side to side to study it fully, then letting it go gently upon seeing a few tears fall from her eyes. “When’s the last time you slept?”

August turned her head away, still firmly standing her ground by the front door. “Last night.”

Rhinedottir turned around to switch on the light to the kitchen. “How long?”

August moved her body so that she could face Rhine, but in the process she ended up hurting herself and whimpered. “Long enough.”

As she wrapped an arm around her waist again she hissed in pain as she felt a sharp stab on her side, and instantly fell to her knees on the floor.

Rhine was quick to rush to her side. “God damn it.”

Rhinedottir lifted up August’s shirt but not before August weakly grabbed her wrist. “N-No.”

Rhine scoffed and ripped August’s hand off of her wrist before forcing the cloth of her shirt up to expose her wound that had been reopened, obvious by her bandages that had now been soaked with blood.

“Fuck me, I have to redo your stitches.” Rhine groaned in frustration while August writhed underneath her.

For as weak and vulnerable as August felt she sure fought like hell against Rhinedottir, who worked tirelessly to restrain her. After lifting up the bandages and inspecting it she deduced that August indeed would have to be restitched and in the state she was in that was a recipe for disaster. Rhinedottir tried to lift up August into her arms but she was quick to push Rhine away, crying harder with every move Rhine made to restrain her. Which was no doubt making the situation all the more worse for August’s wound.

Rhine did the only thing she knew to do and pinned her down by her wrists, forcing August’s eyes on her’s in the process. “Look, I have to restitch your wound and I know it hurts but if you keep fighting me I will strap you onto the table myself.”

August stopped suddenly with a look of fear now spilling into her eyes.

“Got it?” Rhine asked in a stern voice.

August nodded with tears rolling down her face as her bottom lip trembled. Mentally she began to prepare for what was to come, balling her hands into fists at her side as intense anxiety washed over her. Rhine very carefully picked up August and walked to the nearby vivisection table. Already August had several questions rushing inside her head, but she ignored them for now. Once Rhine had comfortably situated August onto the table, she quickly gathered the necessary supplies, rushing back to August’s side as quickly as possible. She felt queasy and lightheaded upon watching Rhine sort through the tools, her eyes widened each time she looked at one of the intimidating instruments. Already she was dying to escape.

Rhine had begun to fill a syringe with a clear liquid, and afterwards she turned her attention to August. The poor fawn looked at Rhine with pleading eyes, ear pulled back while looking at her with a fearful expression , terrified of what she was about to endure.

“W-What’s that?” August started to sweat from panic.

“Hold still. This’ll numb you up.” Rhine replied as she injected the first shot.

Rhinedottir made sure to get at the very edge of the wound, wanting to ensure that she caused the most relief for August as she could. For a moment she pondered whether the numbing agent would be enough to relax August. First and foremost Rhine had to be quick, and if she couldn’t manage that then her and August would both be in for a very rough time. It wasn’t until after the second injection was administered that Rhine finally saw August’s face begin to relax. Afterwards, she started to carefully pierce the thread through her skin.

She’s going to need at least 10 stitches, Rhine thought.

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For the most part August had held strong through the entirety of the process, nearly falling dozing off when Rhine had tied off the final knot. Rhine inspected it a couple times before finally letting August know that she was in the clear, wanting to be completely sure she has finished everything when she eventually told August. She couldn’t afford a fuck up like that especially in the state August was in.

Rhine gently nudged August’s hand to get her attention. “I’ve finished your stitches.”

She had to say it a few more times for her words to truly sink into August’s mind, but she eventually got the idea. August winced as she attempted to sit upright. She nearly fell back onto the table, but thankfully Rhine was quick to grab her and lift her up.

“You need to be more careful.” She warned.

Finally August was able to sit up and catch her breath. Rhine watched August while she washed her hands of the blood and filth. She took internal notes of August’s behavior and how her breathing became more labored.

Hopefully that will pass soon, Rhine thought.

She made a few more mental notes of the symptoms August was exhibiting and what she would do in the unfortunate scenario that her situation worsened. Thankfully, Rhine could relax, even if only momentarily.

“How long was I asleep?” August asked, pressing a palm to her forehead.

Rhine dried off her hands and moved to stand beside August. “Not that long.” Her eyes met August’s and could immediately see how tired she was. “Regardless, you should try to sleep.”

August averted her gaze and furrowed her brows. The words she wanted to say had quickly died on her tongue. What was it she truly wanted to say?

“I’ll help you back into bed.” Rhine offered a hand towards August but she leaned away from her.

August could not see Rhine’s angry expression but she did indeed feel a cold sensation spread across her body when she was met with her silence. August had learned quickly that Rhine was not someone she wanted to piss off, but that did not make it any less possible to do so.

“I wasn’t asking.” Rhine warned.

August’s body stiffened up before she let out a heavy sigh and ultimately grabbed on to Rhine’s hand. The walk to the bedroom was too quiet and August didn’t dare say a word. When they finally reached the door August just stood there quietly. She dreaded crawling underneath the comfortable blankets only to have more nightmares. She wanted more than anything to tell Rhine about the nightmares. She wished Rhine understood. It just wasn’t that easy, though.

“Okay, I’ll let you get some sleep.” Rhine said, her voice surprisingly soft.

With a sad expression August watched as Rhine turned her back to her and shut the door behind her as she left. Once that door had closed and the darkness rapidly enveloped August she began to cry. It was quiet at first, a path of tears were left on her cheeks as the ache in her chest grew, but eventually they became hushed whines. Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her dress and clenched it in her fists.

As much as she tried to stifle her cries she simply couldn’t. Not when she saw their faces twisted in an unnatural fashion, something she should’ve never been alive to witness. She remembered- No, she was unable to scrub the sight of their burning bodies from her mind. It was a torment that even sleep could not free her from. She felt a shriek looming inside her throat, and her hands itched to tear her skin clean off, rip the fur from her body, but that would solve nothing. Punishing herself would not bring her family back, no matter how hard she wanted it to.

Stuffing herself underneath the blankets she squeezed her eyes shut and covered her mouth with both hands as she allowed herself to let it all out. At some point she would need to truly open up about that night, and August hoped that Rhine could’ve been that person, but there was nothing but regret and anguish between the both of them. Maybe if things had been different, perhaps if Rhine had left her to die things could’ve been different.

The thought stung August. Had Rhine not saved August that night then maybe she would’ve been reunited with her family. Instead she was forced to live and learn to survive, neither of which August knew a damn thing about. She missed them, so dearly she wanted to feel their warmth again, but such a thing was a mere fantasy now. August wanted to laugh with her brother and sister again. She yearned to feel the love of her mother and the guidance of her father, again. Instead she would have to settle for the harshness of Rhine and hope to the archons that it would be enough.

#genshin impact oc #genshin oc #selfship: rhinegust #oc: august

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ekko · 2 months ago

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ekko's time travel and z-drive is portrayed really inconsistently across league media, which is fine because it's just consequence of different writing teams. and half of the joy of writing league of legends is having the freedom to pick and choose what interpretations you like best! so a brief compilation of my thoughts and all notes of my specific portrayal of ekko.

i don't like that ekko only got his hands on the z-drive in season two. i was originally under the impression that he had it in season one, as the way the fight between him and jinx appeared to be portraying that ekko had gotten shot by her (artistically being censored with them play fighting as children), and then ekko reversing time in order to out maneuver her. ekko has his z-drive far before any event similar to arcane season two.

ekko originally released with a comic called chronobreak, in which ekko discovers the corpse of his friend named ajuna and tries over and over to rewind time to prevent his death. in this comic, we can infer that ekko's z-drive has the capacity to go backwards in time to upwards of five minutes. he tries multiple different routes, but is only ever able to find ajuna a minute before he passes. in one timeline, he murders the piltie who killed ajuna, but ultimately chooses to rewind time and spend ajuna's final moments holding him and saying goodbye. (my mobile banner is ajuna's goggles from the comic! which ekko chose to keep. he has similar keepsakes of jinx and vi as well, i think.)

^ both of these scenarios are really important to my ekko, i think! they're really well done. as such, my interpretation of ekko can go backwards up to seven minutes at a time (it has since improved since the ajuna incident), but the reliability of such is faulty. he can only safely and consistently go back for a minute, and he tries not to go further if he doesn't have to.

ekko cannot healthily cope with grief. he has not properly mourned the loss of powder, or vi, or ajuna, or anyone he's lost. he tirelessly works on the z-drive because he believes that one day he will be able to turn back time far enough to prevent what happened to powder, to save ajuna from death. he refuses to grieve them.

i was waiting for arcane to wrap up because i thought they might reveal ekko's real name, since they stated in ekko's original champion AMA that ekko is not his real name and instead an alias given to him by his friends. they didn't reveal it, obviously, so i'm taking the liberty of doing it myself. i saw one singular person on reddit speculating that the "tuff tuff" jinx writes in the arcane artbook and on ekko's jacket might allude to his real name as a nickname, and i think that's cute! ekko's real name is teffis. the only people who would be aware of this are jinx and vi. his mother also affectionately refers to him as tuff or tuft. ekko is horribly embarrassed.

i don't think i've stated it anywhere, but my ekko is also trans! he's also post-op, thanks to a shady undercity doctor. he has some gnarly scars for it. teffis is not his deadname, but the name he chose for himself as a young boy.

#meta.#i might reorganize all my ekko meta someday but here are the new thoughts #i'm also not really a huge fan of arcane s2. i should make that clear #but ekko was definitely the best part of s2 so #i'll take my wins where i can get them hahah #i think the 4 second limitation of ekko's z-drive was good for arcane. that's definitely where his z-drive STARTED #but for my ekko he is way beyond that. he's probably had that thing since he was 16

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obsessive-clown · 11 months ago

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Hello first time reader, May I please request Hcs for Yandere Nanami wherein after they save him in Shibuya they leave because they were wanted by the higher ups because their power is too powerful to control. How would he react to see their darling again roughly around the culling games arc ?

Hmm I like this idea! While I’m not too familiar with the Culling Games Arc, I tried reading as much as my ADHD mind would allow me… So, with that, allow me to try and tell you how I think this goes down.

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Let’s say our lovely reader ends up arriving to save Nanami after he’s been fried like a piece of bologna…

— As if almost dying wasn’t scary enough, by the hands of Mahito, nonetheless, seeing you suddenly appear to save him instilled more fear into Kento. Mahito is no ordinary curse after all, and even if you are an incredibly powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer, Kento will always worry about your safety and wellbeing.

- You may not have eliminated the curse in question, but you damn sure put up a good fight and gave yourself and Kento enough time to escape. To say Kento is both surprised and grateful is an extreme understatement… The man is in awe, and more than likely getting butterflies every time the memory of you coming in to save him, replays in his mind.

- Kento refuses to rest. He refuses to not be around you, standing at attention in some sort of way. You may have saved him and proved to be perfectly capable of protecting yourself… But you’re his one and only, and every fiber of his being, no matter how much agony he may be in occasionally, tells him that he must be there to try to protect or help you if anything happens.

- You being wanted because of your power does not make Kento any less stressed. In fact, this ends up making him clingier than before. Far clingier. He always has an arm or hand settled on or around you in some way, keeping you close, no matter the situation or surroundings. He is also constantly trying to drag you around, insisting that you must keep moving, in order to avoid anything that could separate you two, this mainly being the higher-ups and anything regarding the culling games arc.

- (I’m not too familiar with the Culling Games arc, again, but I will use what very little knowledge I have) However, the CGA isn’t exactly avoidable, and someone with the power you contain, is of course, desired to be entered in the game.

- Assuming the two of you happen to be separated for an amount of time, Kento would be looking for you tirelessly. His body is very slowly recovering and his burns are improving, but all his energy goes into reconnecting with you. And once he finds you, during the CGA, he’s back to square one, clinging to you and giving you no space to breathe.

- There is absolutely no getting rid of Kento at this point and he has inevitably decided to help you get through the CGA, determined to make sure both you and him come out of this catastrophe alive. So much for that vacation to Malaysia he wanted to take with you, huh?

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I’m sorry if I misunderstood or misinterpreted this ask, or it didn’t come out how you desired, I haven’t educated myself on the Culling Games Arc enough (and cannot bare to watch my man die in 4K on my phone). Either way, I hope you like this..!!!?

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #yandere nanami #yandere nanami kento #oj answers #personal headcanon #my headcanons #yandere nanami headcanons

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audrey-carr1 · 7 months ago

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The Baroness Makes House Calls (part 2/?)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 When the fever breaks warnings: fem!reader, some kissing,

When you wake up the next morning, you realize that you fell asleep with Hetty on the phone. You chastise yourself for your rudeness and make a mental note to apologize.

The pounding in your head has reduced to a dull ache, and you find your body isn't as sore as it once was. You hope that this is the start of your full recovery so you can commence life as it was. You find the energy to swing your legs off the bed and open the window to let out the stale air. You breathe in the fresh air for the first time in days, even though you're still a bit stuffed up you still delight in the feeling. You sit in the window nook watching the breeze shake the leaves on nearby trees.

You spend the day being tended to by your maids who are happy to see you up. After bathing, you slip in a nightgown. You weren't going anywhere so it made no sense to dress properly. For the rest of the day sitting in your nook catching up on reading.

That night you spend your time miserable tossing and turning in bed. You feel both too hot and too cold. Your nightgown clings to you as you sweat, and your pillow is damp as well.

"So much for recovering," you think to yourself as you toss the covers from your body. You can't even think straight as you try to do anything to get your body to a normal temperature. If you can't make yourself feel better, you know who can. Hetty. You stumble to your room as you look for your house coat. Not bothering to find your shoes, you leave your home and head towards Woodstone Manor. You only knock on the door twice before the door swings open.

"Lady Devereaux, are you alright?" Simon the butler asks.

"I must speak to Hetty at once," You reply as you stumble into the house. You would have fallen if it weren't for Simon catching you.

"Lady Devereaux we must get you home at once. You can not be out in such a condition," Simon tries to explain. He helps you to a nearby settee where you press your cheek against the wall embracing the coolness on your cheek.

"Simon what on earth is going on at such an hour," Hetty says as she climbs down the stairs.

"(Y/n)!" Hetty gasps upon seeing you, "What are you doing here? How did you get here? Why are you poorly clothed and shoeless? Are you trying to catch your death?"

"Your incessant questions make my head hurt," You say wincing as the your head starts to ache.

"I cannot believe you would do such a thing. Coming out in the middle of the night, barely dressed, and in no healthy condition. What were you thinking," Hetty places her hand on your forehead, " (y/n), you're burning up!"

"No one was making me feel better, so I thought you could," You pout before slumping over. Hetty calls your name, but you don't answer. Hetty begins barking orders to her staff. She has you carried upstairs, and cool towels are being sent to her room as well. Hetty retrieves a box filled with tins of medicine she's accrued while occasionally tending her own sick children. Hetty shoos her staff away. The last thing she needs is for everyone to get sick.

Hetty works tirelessly over two nights to try and break your fever. She reminds herself to have Simon send for the doctor if you don't come too soon. Nevertheless, she is changing out cool towels as they become warm, and wiping your brow with a cool towel whenever you break out in sweats. Hetty debates as to whether she should change you into a fresh nightgown. Knowing that she would hate to sleep in a wet gown, she undresses you from your sweat-soaked nightgown. Before dressing you in one of her own, she applied camphor to your chest and thanked God that no one was around to see her fiercely blush while she applied it. Hetty had never seen such a beautiful figure before.

She also thanked God that no one was around to see her be so doting. She did have a reputation to uphold after all. Hetty sits in a chair next to her bed and watches you as you sleep.

On the second night, as Hetty begins to doze off, you begin to stir. Before you can try to speak Hetty is by your side stroking your hair and whispering to you.

"You are safe my darling, I'm with you," Hetty says pressing a kiss to your temple. You nuzzle into her, and Hetty wraps her arms around you.

There was no amount of cocaine in the world that could beat the feeling of you in her arms. Hetty has never wanted anything more than that. Hetty used to scold herself for such feelings. How could she have feelings for someone almost half her age, that was of the fairer sex, and while she was married. She knew if she were discovered to have such desires to anyone she would be locked away like her mother was. So she lived on hope, while she knew your feelings were unreturned, Hetty could live with being friends. It may kill her to be this close to you, but she will remain friends with you nonetheless.

Hetty takes notice that your temperature has finally dropped, and hopes that the worst of this influenza is over. Her heart can't take any more surprises. Hetty pulls you in closer indulging in feeling your heartbeat against her side, and soon she joins you in sleep.

Over the next week Hetty nurses you back to health. Whenever you try to push yourself to do more than you should, she sends you "that look" that tells you to settle down. By staying at Woodstone Manor, you get to see softer sides of Hetty. You see her without make-up, and without her pinned into its signature bun. The two you of take turns brushing the other's hair, and you both revel in the softness of each other's locks. Though the two of you are getting close, you can't help but notice that Hetty is acting strangely towards you. After a while, you start to think that Hetty is becoming annoyed with having you in the house so you decide that you should go.

"I think I'll leave in the morning," you say over the dinner table.

Hetty sits across from you, and she looks up at you in surprise before schooling her features.

"If you believe you must, then I won't stop you," Hetty says before taking a bite of her meal.

"I would not want to overstay my welcome, and I feel as if I have over-imposed myself as is," You explain. Hetty's eyes bore into you.

"If you overstayed your welcome, I would have told you by now. However, I am not one to have captives. If you would like to, you can leave. I can have Simon arrange the carriage in the morning," Hetty excuses herself from the table.

"I-" Before you can say anything else she leaves the room with you confused as to what you could have said wrong. You knew Hetty had her mood swings, but they were never directed towards you. Against your better judgment, you pick up your skirts and follow behind her.

You knock on her bedroom door, and you don't wait for an answer to enter.

"Can you please explain the irritation tonight?" You huff

"Who says I'm irritated? You are the one leaving!" Hetty gestures towards the door in irritation.

"Because you seem to be exasperated by me. You've been taking care of me and my affairs for the past two weeks. I thought you'd be happy to be rid of me for a moment,"

"If I wanted to be rid of you, I would not have let you turn my bedroom into a infirmary let alone allow you into my house!"

"Then why do you treat me so oddly?” I question. We stare at each other for a moment.

Hetty opens her mouth but quickly closes it. You are already fired up and ready to continue the argument. You step to her, closing the distance until you are almost in her face.

"If you think I can't handle the truth, you are sorely mistaken. I am not a child Hetty. I am-" You are cut off by her lips pressing against yours. You squeal in surprise as you feel her wrap her arms tightly around your waist. You allow yourself to melt into the kiss,

"I am painfully aware that you are not a child. I am also aware that I have feelings for you that are not normal. (y/n)," Hetty pauses before and pushes a stray lock of her from your face, " I fear I may have fallen in love with you."

You search Hetty's eyes for a hint of dishonesty, and when you find none your eyes begin to tear up.

"I am so deeply sorry if I have ruined our friendship, but that is why I acted the way I did earlier. Over this short period, I have enjoyed having you with me and waking up with you in my arms. I have enjoyed watching you sleep. Being with you has me forget that I even have a husband," Hetty eyes voice becomes thick with emotion" The thought of going back to our normal routine so quickly jarred me in a way I did not expect. I understand if you wish to never speak to me again."

A tear escapes her eye, and you go to wipe away the tear with your thumb cupping her cheek in the process. She goes to turn from you, but you quickly lay a kiss on her lips before she can. This time it's Hetty's turn to be surprised. Her surprise doesn't last long before she takes a possessive hold over you and pushes you up against the door. She takes the opportunity with your gasp to deepen the kiss. Her tongue enters and explores your mouth. You can't even keep up with all that you're feeling, but you do know that you don't want to stop. You moan into the kiss, and Hetty's grip on your waist tightens. Soon the two of you break apart for air, and Hetty rests her forehead against yours.

"Tell me stop," Hetty breathes against you, "I fear I am no longer in control of my thoughts let alone myself,"

Her eyes are shut, her lips slightly parted taking in air. You had never seen anything more attractive in your life. Your thoughts race as you revel in the discovery that your unrequited crush, has not been unrequited all along. You take Hetty's hand and remove them from your person. Before Hetty can question your actions, you interlock your fingers in hers. Hoping actions speak louder than words you lead her toward the bed.

-end-

A/N: Who turned off the A/C?! Lol well you can assume what's going to happen next. Expect part three of this tonight!

#hettyxreader #hetty woodstone x reader #hetty woodstone #cbs ghosts

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baldwinivmybeloved · 7 months ago

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— Charper Twenty Four #♡‌ Xica x Baldwin IV

The rising sun cast a golden glow over the desert, creating a scene of both austerity and magnificence. On the vast horizon, two figures stood out against the sand: Baldwin IV and Salahaddin. Both leaders met in a kind of truce, hoping to resolve the uncertainty surrounding Xica's disappearance.

Baldwin, though weakened by leprosy and exhaustion, maintained his regal posture. In front of him, Salahaddin, with his penetrating gaze and imposing bearing, radiated a dangerous serenity.

“Salahaddin,” Baldwin began, his voice firm, “I have come seeking answers. My wife, Queen Xica, has been kidnapped, and there are rumors pointing to your men.”

Salahaddin observed him intently before responding. “King Baldwin, I assure you my men are not involved in this. However, I will investigate within my kingdom to ensure no faction has acted without my knowledge. The peace between us must not be marred by such acts.”

Baldwin nodded, but worry still marked his face. “I appreciate your willingness, Salahaddin. But every moment that passes, Xica could be in greater danger.”

Salahaddin paused before continuing. “I understand your anguish, Baldwin. I promise I will do everything possible to assist in this search.”

As Baldwin withdrew, his body trembled with the burden of stress and illness. Tiberias quickly approached, supporting him.

“Baldwin, you must rest,” he said with concern. “If you continue like this, you could succumb to leprosy and fatigue. Xica needs you alive for when we find her.”

Baldwin looked at him with a mix of determination and despair. “I cannot rest while she is in danger. I cannot fail her.”

In Jerusalem, Genoveva and Tobiah worked tirelessly to find evidence that would exonerate the Saracens and reveal the true culprits. Genoveva devised a risky plan: to seduce Reynald de Chatillon through letters, hoping that in his arrogance, he would reveal something incriminating.

One night, Reynald, confused and excited by Genoveva’s letters, made a fatal mistake. In his response, he mixed up his missives and sent a letter intended for Inés to Genoveva. In it, he detailed the plan and its true purpose.

When Tobiah received the letter from Genoveva, he read it with incredulous eyes. “We have what we need. This proves everything.”

Quickly, Tobiah called Godfrey, and together they freed Genoveva, taking her directly to Baldwin IV.

“King Baldwin, we have found irrefutable proof of the betrayal,” Tobiah announced, handing over the letter.

As Baldwin read it, a wave of fury and pain washed over him. “Inés!” he shouted, calling for his mother.

Inés entered with an expression of feigned concern, but seeing the fury in her son's eyes, she knew her charade was over.

“What is this, mother?” Baldwin demanded, showing the letter. “How could you betray me like this?”

Inés tried to defend herself. “Son, I only wanted to protect you and our kingdom. I thought this was the best course of action.”

“The best?” Baldwin shouted, his voice filled with anger and disappointment. “Kidnapping my wife and using her as a pawn in your power games? Where is Xica?”

Inés hesitated, but the pressure was too great. “I don’t know exactly. Reynald…”

Reynald was brought before Baldwin, his face pale with fear. “Tell us where Xica is, now,” Baldwin demanded.

Reynald, trembling, confessed. “She is in a slave camp on the outskirts of the city, in the direction of Portugal. We never intended for this to go so far.”

The confession unleashed a storm of emotions in Baldwin. “Prepare yourselves! We leave immediately.”

In the slave camp, Xica was growing weaker by the day. The illness and stress of the kidnapping were severely affecting her. Despite the efforts of the other slaves, her condition worsened.

Sira, the soothsayer, had become her confidante and protector. “You must endure, Xica. Not just for yourself, but for the little ones you carry.”

Xica nodded weakly. “I’m doing everything I can, Sira. But every day is harder.”

Sira gently stroked Xica’s hair. “I am a lady-in-waiting, doing this to survive. But you are a queen. Your strength and dignity inspire all of us. Don’t lose hope.”

Xica tried to smile, though fatigue and pain were evident. “Thank you, Sira. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

The days passed slowly in the camp, and more slaves joined in to protect and care for Xica. The news of her pregnancy had spread, and everyone knew they had to keep her safe.

One night, while they rested, Sira once again whispered words of encouragement to Xica. “Your king will come for you. I know it in my heart. You just have to hold on a little longer.”

Xica closed her eyes, clinging to that hope. She knew Baldwin would not give up, and that certainty was the only thing keeping her going.

Meanwhile, in Jerusalem, Baldwin organized the expedition to rescue Xica. His body was at its limit, but his determination was unwavering.

Tiberias approached him once more. “Baldwin, you must take care of yourself. You won’t be able to rescue Xica if you can’t stand.”

Baldwin nodded, knowing his friend was right. “I know, Tiberias. But I cannot afford to rest while she is in danger.”

Genoveva, free from her imprisonment, joined the conversation. “King Baldwin, we must act quickly. Xica needs our help now more than ever.”

Baldwin looked at his allies, his gaze filled with resolve. “We leave at dawn. And we will not rest until Xica is back home.”

In the camp, Xica woke up startled by a disturbing dream. Her condition was delicate, and each day became more challenging. Sira was by her side, caring for her diligently.

“What’s wrong, my queen?” Sira asked, concerned.

“I had a dream… a bad omen,” Xica murmured. “But I must stay strong. Baldwin will come for us. I know it.”

Sira nodded, taking Xica’s hand. “We must remain steadfast, Xica. Your strength inspires us all.”

The night advanced slowly, and the desert filled with whispers of hope and despair. Xica, surrounded by those who protected her, prepared to face another day with the hope that her beloved Baldwin would rescue her.

The sun rose slowly over the horizon as Baldwin IV and his group of knights departed towards the slave camp where Xica was held captive. Xavier, Godfrey, and Tiberias accompanied the king, each determined to rescue their queen.

The journey was arduous and fraught with tension. Baldwin, despite his physical weakness, led his men with determination. Every step brought him closer to Xica, and his heart beat with renewed hope.

In the camp, Xica and Sira watched the horizon, hoping for any sign of help. The news of their rescue's arrival spread quickly among the slaves, who prepared for the inevitable confrontation.

Finally, the rescue group arrived at the camp. Baldwin, mounted on his horse with the banner of Jerusalem waving above him, burst in forcefully alongside his men.

Xica, seeing her beloved among the knights, felt a rush of emotions. She hurried towards him, tears of relief and joy streaming down her face.

"Baldwin!" she exclaimed, running into his arms.

Baldwin embraced her firmly and lovingly, feeling the weight of worry and relief as he saw her safe and sound. He held her tightly, as if afraid she might disappear again.

"Xica, my love…" Baldwin murmured, unable to contain his emotions.

Xica looked into his eyes, feeling love and gratitude overflow in her heart. "Baldwin, I thought I would never see you again."

Baldwin tenderly caressed her face. "I promised I would come for you. No matter what happened, I will always find you."

Among the rescued slaves, Sira approached Xica with a smile. "We did it, my queen. You are safe now."

Xica hugged Sira gratefully. "Thank you for taking care of me, Sira. I will never forget your bravery and compassion."

Meanwhile, the kidnappers were captured and faced punishment for their actions. Baldwin, in his controlled fury, ensured that justice was served firmly.

Back in Jerusalem, Xica and Baldwin finally had a moment of peace in their chambers. Weariness and relief filled the room as they lay down together.

"Baldwin, there's something I must tell you," Xica began, taking his hands in hers.

Baldwin looked at her with curiosity and love. "Tell me, my love. What is troubling you?"

Xica took a deep breath, preparing for what was to come. "I am pregnant, Baldwin. Not with one, but with two little lives."

Baldwin looked at her with surprise and joy. "Two… twins," he whispered, feeling excitement flood his being.

Xica nodded with a radiant smile. "Yes, Baldwin. Two little miracles that we carry in our hearts."

Baldwin embraced her tenderly, feeling renewed hope and gratitude. "You are incredible, Xica. My queen, my beloved wife, and now the mother of our children."

They kissed with the promise of a future filled with love and family. Through all adversities, they had found the strength to move forward, together.

Baldwin and Xica lay together, enjoying the peace and intimacy after the turbulence they had faced. The news of Xica's pregnancy had filled the room with an air of anticipation and happiness, but also with a shadow of concern.

"Two children… twins," Baldwin murmured, gently caressing Xica's belly where the new lives were growing.

Xica nodded tenderly. "Yes, Baldwin. Two little miracles we will carry together."

Baldwin looked at her with love and concern. "Xica, my love… the leprosy. What if either of our children…"

Xica placed her hand over his. "Baldwin, I know what you're thinking. But we have to trust that God will guide us. Our children will be strong and healthy."

Baldwin hugged her tightly, feeling a mix of joy and fear. "I don't want them to face what I have."

Xica gently stroked his cheek. "We are strong, Baldwin. Together we can overcome any obstacle. And we will care for our children with all our love and strength."

Baldwin looked at her with determination. "Yes, Xica. We will. Together."

They embraced with the certainty that, no matter the challenges they faced, their love and family would be their greatest strength.

In the days that followed, Baldwin and Xica prepared for the future with renewed hope. Every shared moment was filled with love and dedication as they anticipated welcoming their twins.

Through all the trials and tribulations, their love grew stronger, and their determination to build a bright future for their family became even firmer.

And so, amidst the newly found peace and the promise of a new beginning, Baldwin and Xica faced the future with courage and love, knowing that together they could overcome any challenge life presented them.

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