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Warm Shadows - The Dawn Has Come [double epilogue]

Collection: Warm Shadows Chapter Title: The Dawn Has Come Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x f!Omega!Reader x Alpha!Steve Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: The aftermath - and the happily ever after? An epilogue with two distinct parts befitting the journey with the two alphas.

Content Warnings: omegaverse: heat and ruts, manipulating bonding marks; explicit smut: oral (m receiving), clitoral fingering, breastplay, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breeding

Additional Notes: My offering for the fourth week of Chris-Mas is the epilogue to finally bring the Warm Shadows saga to a close on the ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY from when I posted the first chapter! This is also filling my October prompt for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky Bingo with an appearance from our dear Alpine!

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FIFTEEN MONTHS LATER

It's been fifteen months since you returned to Wakanda. After the initial few weeks spent on your own while Steve and Bucky cleaned up all trace of the Captain Hydra project, your alphas returned to you weary and a little worse for wear, but unharmed overall. Waiting for them, you had done your best trying not to spiral into anxious worry.

You had put yourself to use volunteering to work in one of the schools. It was work you knew mattered, and the children were sweet, clever, precocious, and filled your days with so much to do and think about that it was a worthwhile distraction, and you went back to your living quarters blissfully tired every night. You were not a stranger to Wakanda, since you had been visiting with Bucky every year since your binding ritual, and so it wasn’t evenings of solitary loneliness night after night when you were off either - the small circle of friends you’d made over those previous visits kept you company often enough.

Even so, the reunion with your alphas had come just when you might have started to truly worry.

Keeping his promise, though, Bucky hadn’t closed off his bond to you completely like he had when you’d been taken. It was muted so he would neither worry you nor lose focus, but he and Steve both let their bonds be more open when they weren’t engaged in any specific operations.

The first full moon after they returned, Bucky and Steve had performed the ritual and sworn the blood oath to create a pack bond. It had been what Bucky had described, as beautiful as your mind had imagined, and surpassed what any of you had anticipated in elements of primal nature and magic combining to transform your connections and their power as alphas. It was something so sacred to have experienced that you rarely spoke of it because there simply weren’t words. Bucky later pointed out that the lack of records around the ritual and its effects made sense.

One of the triumphs of Steve and Bucky’s “clran up” mission had been the discovery - while destroying evidence - of the notebooks the Hydra scientists had used to document Steve’s torture and conditioning. Shuri and Ayo integrated that information with what they had done before in unraveling Hydra’s grip on Bucky as the Winter Soldier, and it had been a long - an unrushed - process, but after a few months, Steve began to believe (and he was the last one convinced) that he was free. He had changed, but he was a true version of himself again. Bucky, more than anyone else, helped Steve to see that he wouldn’t have to live in the shadow of what he’d done forever - though there were times the shadows would undoubtedly - and painfully - cross his mind.

Building a new chapter of your life in Wakanda, you had continued your work at the school. Steve had gone back to art and drawing. Shuri drew him in for opinions on political matters once or twice, then more and more often, until she had effectively enlisted him as an outside consultant on foreign policy. And Bucky, well, he had found his place once again in Wakanda's science research lab, but with more responsibility and working in actual partnership on bigger projects since the three of you were staying for longer.

You also relentlessly teased your alphas for their love of farming. They tended to a small pack of goats. But you didn’t complain when you watched them undertaking some of the more laborious tasks that required muscle.

Over a year, you really had carved out a life that worked for the three of you to figure out your relationship.

As dinner time approached, you and Steve were busy preparing a meal together in the kitchen of your small cottage. It was something that had become almost ritualistic for the two of you. Cooking together had become one of your favorite ways to spend time with each other.

"Did you remember to pick up some more herbs from the market?" Steve asks as he sets a pot on the stove.

You nod, setting down the cutting board with chopped vegetables. "Yeah, I got them this morning."

"Great," he smiles at you before turning back to his task.

You can’t help but smile too as you watch him work. This simple domestic life was its own healing balm.

You don’t hear Bucky come in, but Bucky’s arrival is announced by Alpine, who greeted him immediately at the door with a barrage of meows, chatting away at her favorite human. You and Steve don’t take it personally as she still doles out a bit of affection to you two as well.

He enters the kitchen carrying Alpine in the crook of his arm, scratching her head with his other hand. “Smells delicious in here,” he says, happily.

"Hey Buck," you smile and pull him close for a quick kiss.

"How was your day?" Steve asks.

"It was good," Bucky replies. "I spent most of it in the lab."

Steve raises an eyebrow at that, and the two of you exchange a look. Bucky usually likes to excitedly launch into some new development or bemoan a roadblock but with ideas of how he already wants to tweak his approach for the next day.

"What were you working on?" Steve presses further.

Bucky shrugs. "Just more tests on the vibranium alloys. Nothing too exciting."

You and Steve exchange another glance, sensing there's something Bucky isn't telling you, but silently agree not to push. If it's important, he'll tell you when he's ready.

"Well, dinner will be ready soon," you say. "Why don't you go wash up?"

Bucky nods, setting Alpine down gently. "Sounds good. I'll be right back."

As he leaves the kitchen, you turn to Steve.

"He seems off," Steve says quietly.

"Yeah. He didn't seem upset, just... distracted maybe?"

"Well, let's just keep an eye on him tonight," Steve suggests. "If something's truly bothering him, we’ll feel it.”

You nod in agreement with Steve, turning back to the stove to stir the simmering pot. The rich aroma of herbs and spices fills the kitchen, mingling with the comforting scents of the home you’ve built with your alphas.

Bucky returns a few minutes later, his hair damp from a quick shower. He moves to help set the table, falling into the familiar rhythm of your shared domestic life. As you bring the food to the table, you can't help but notice the slight tension in Bucky's shoulders, the way his eyes seem to flicker between you and Steve more frequently than usual.

Dinner conversation flows easily enough, with Steve recounting a particularly amusing incident from his day meeting with M’Baku in the mountain fortress of the Jabari. You chime in with stories from the school, delighting in the way both your alphas' eyes light up when you talk about your students' progress. Bucky listens attentively, but he remains more subdued.

He responds when spoken to, but doesn't engage in his usual animated conversation. You and Steve keep exchanging glances, your worry growing as the meal progresses.

As you're clearing the dishes, Bucky suddenly speaks up. "I have something I need to tell you both."

You and Steve freeze, turning to look at him. Your heart races, anxiety creeping in at his serious tone.

"What is it, Buck?" Steve asks, his voice calm but laced with concern.

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, a gesture you recognize as a sign of his nervousness. "I've been thinking about this for a while now, and... well, I think it's time we consider going back."

Steve's brow furrows, and you feel your heart skip a beat. "Going back?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky nods, his steel-blue eyes moving between you and Steve. "To New York," he clarifies, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You exchange a glance with Steve, surprise and confusion evident on both your faces. Bucky takes a deep breath, his metal hand absently stroking Alpine, who has curled up in his lap. "Shuri approached me today with an interesting proposition," he begins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "She's been working on plans for Wakanda's next International Outreach Center, and she's decided to open it in New York."

You lean forward, intrigued. "New York?”

Bucky nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, in Brooklyn actually. And she's offered me a spot to work on the science and technology team there."

Steve's eyes widen. "Buck, that's amazing," he says, his voice filled with pride.

You feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you - excitement, anxiety, hope. "When would this be happening?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bucky reaches out, taking your hand in his. "Not for a few months yet. There's still a lot of planning and preparation to be done. But," he pauses, his eyes meeting yours, then Steve's, "I wanted to talk to you both about it first. This obviously isn't just my decision to make."

Steve leans back in his chair, his brow furrowed in thought, so you take the lead on pushing the conversation forward. "It's a big step," you say slowly. "We've built a lot here, and Wakanda is incredible, but… I do miss our other home.”

Bucky squeezes your hand. “Me, too.”

“And Mexican food and pizza,” you add.

He laughs, and Steve smiles.

Then you look at Steve, studying his face, probing at the bond between you. “What do you have tucked away that you haven’t told us?” you ask, realizing for the last couple of days he’s been projecting perhaps too much of a business-as-normal attitude.

“Okay, fine, I might have my own proposition from Shuri as well,” he admits.

“And?” you push, Bucky sitting up straighter in his chair.

“She wants to open official diplomatic relationships with a handful of countries - the US being one of them - and wants to request me as ambassador.”

You and Bucky stare at Steve in stunned silence for a moment.

"Ambassador?" Bucky finally says, his voice a mix of surprise and enthusiasm. "Steve, that's incredible."

"It really is!” you chime in just as excitedly, your mind racing with the implications. “We have every confidence in you, but are you ready for that kind of public role again?"

Steve takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I've been thinking about it a lot. And I think I am. It's not the same as being Captain America - it's not about being a symbol or a hero. It's about building bridges, fostering understanding. I think... I think I could do some real good."

Bucky reaches out, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder. "You could, punk. You absolutely could."

You feel a swell of emotion in your chest, pride and love for both your alphas mingling with a hint of uncertainty.

“How long have you been sitting on this?" Bucky asks.

Steve has the grace to look a bit sheepish. "She only approached me officially yesterday, but we've been discussing the possibility for a few weeks now."

Bucky turns his eyes back to you - they both do - and he tugs on your hand to bring you back to the present. “What’s on your mind, Omega?”

You chew on your bottom lip before voicing the thought in your head. “Positions to ship both of you back off to the United States… do you think Shuri’s politely trying to kick us out?”

Steve leans in, a wry grin on his face. “Kick us out? Can’t you see what she’s doing?”

“What?”

Bucky chuckles and joins in, "She's clearly giving us undeniable reasons to go home."

“But why?”

The two alphas exchange a knowing look before bursting into laughter. “Really, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

Bucky’s tone is teasing as he adds, “Do you not also have some news to share with us?”

Your brow furrows. “What do you two know that I don’t?”

Your two alphas exchange another look, then turn their eyes back on you.

“Omega,” Bucky starts, his voice now serious, “your scent changed in the days after you took our knots in your last heat.”

“We’re certain you’re pregnant,” Steve finishes.

You gasp, the words taking a moment to fully register in your mind before your hand moves to your stomach. "Pregnant?" you repeat, disbelief and excitement swirling inside you.

FIVE WEEKS EARLIER

You wake with a gasp, your body trembling with need. Sweat beads on your skin as waves of heat roll through you, igniting every nerve ending. Your nightgown clings to your damp skin as you writhe on the bed, seeking friction against the sheets.

"Steve... Bucky..." you moan, your voice thick with desire.

The room is still dark, the first hints of dawn barely peeking through the curtains. But your alphas are instantly alert, their enhanced senses picking up on your distress and arousal.

"Omega," Bucky's voice is a low rumble as he rolls towards you, his metal arm cool against your fevered skin. "We've got you."

Steve presses against your other side, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind your ear. "What do you need?" he asks.

Steve's hand cups your breast through the thin fabric of your nightgown, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. You arch into his touch, a needy whimper escaping your lips. "Please," you gasp, your body burning with desire. "Need you both."

Bucky's metal hand trails down your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "We're here, ‘mega," he murmurs, his voice husky with want. "We'll take care of you."

Your heats come once each season, good regularity for an omega, but with alphas only falling into rut once or twice a year, this is the first time the three of you have cycled together, both of your alphas finally syncing to you.

Steve's fingers find the hem of your nightgown, slowly inching it up your thighs. "Always so beautiful," he breathes, his eyes dark with desire as he drinks in the sight of you.

You writhe between them, desperate for more contact. Your skin feels too tight, too hot, and you need their touch like you need air to breathe. "Alpha," you moan, not even sure which one you're calling for – you need them both equally.

Your skin feels like it's on fire, every brush of their hands sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The familiar ache of heat pulses deep in your core, your body preparing itself to be claimed by your alphas.

Bucky captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as his tongue explores your mouth. Steve's hand slips between your thighs, finding you already wet and ready. You gasp into Bucky's mouth as Steve's fingers circle your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"So wet for us already," Steve murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You break away from Bucky's kiss, panting. "Please," you whimper, your hips bucking against Steve's hand. "Need you inside me."

Bucky's metal hand trails down your body, cool against your feverish skin. He gently pushes your nightgown up, exposing more of your heated flesh to the cool air of the room. Steve helps you sit up just enough to pull the garment over your head, leaving you bare between them.

The cool air of the room kisses your heated skin, making you shiver with anticipation. Bucky's metal hand trails down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Steve's fingers trace patterns on your inner thigh, inching closer to where you need them most.

"You're gorgeous like this," Bucky says, his voice low and husky. Steve hums in agreement, his eyes dark with desire as he drinks in the sight of you.

They’ve both been on the cusp of their ruts for the past few days, waiting for your heat to break, and you can smell the pleased anticipation positively rolling off them now.

You writhe between them. "Please," you pout, your body burning with need. "I need you both."

Steve captures your lips in a searing kiss as Bucky's metal fingers find your slick folds. You gasp into Steve's mouth as Bucky slowly slides two fingers inside you, stretching you deliciously.

“This cunt is crying for her alphas’ knots, isn’t it?” Bucky asks.

You nod frantically, beyond words as pleasure courses through you. Steve breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as Bucky's fingers work inside you.

"Tell us what you need, Omega," Steve whispers against your skin.

"You," you gasp. "Both of you. Please, I need to feel you both inside me."

Bucky growls low in his throat, his fingers withdrawing from you. You whimper at the loss, but then Steve is lifting you, positioning you over his hard length. You sink down onto him with a moan of relief, feeling deliciously full. He lays back, pulling you along with him.

"That's it, sweetheart," Steve breathes, his hands gripping your hips. "Take what you need."

You begin to move, rocking against Steve as Bucky watches with hungry eyes. After a few moments, Bucky moves to kneel next to your head. Without a word, you turn your head to take his cock into your mouth.

The room fills with the sounds of pleasure - skin against skin, breathless moans and whispered endearments. You rock your hips, taking Steve deeper inside you as you work Bucky with your mouth. Their scents surround you, pine and metal mingling with the heady aroma of your shared arousal.

Steve's hands remain on your hips, guiding your movements as you ride him. Bucky's metal hand tangles in your hair, not forcing but encouraging as you take him deeper. The dual sensations of being filled by both your alphas sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"So perfect for us," Steve groans, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

Bucky's flesh hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your stretched lips. "Look at you, taking us both so well," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

You moan around Bucky's length, the vibrations making him groan. The praise from your alphas sends a thrill through you, spurring you on. You rock your hips faster, chasing your pleasure as you take them both deeper.

Steve's hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh in a way that's sure to leave marks. The thought of being marked by your alpha only heightens your arousal.

The dual sensations of Steve inside you and Bucky in your mouth are overwhelming. Heat coils tighter in your core with each thrust, each stroke. You can feel yourself getting close, teetering on the edge of bliss.

"That's it, Omega," Steve growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Come for us. Let us feel you."

You work your fingers against Steve’s bonding mark, and he groans in a primal way. “Omega, don’t - you don’t know - “ he warns.

But you suspect what will happen if you tease and torture the place where finally you claimed him back. You’re tired of Steve holding back, and you want to trigger the true primal alpha side you know he’s still keeping behind walls of restraint, shame, and worry.

Your heat makes you more desperate, but also brings you closer to your base instincts. You know what you want, what you crave, what you need, and you know how to get it.

And so you keep stroking, pushing, probing. Bucky watches you, inclining his head slightly - silently asking if you’re sure of what you’re doing, and you nod even as Steve’s body starts to shake beneath you and his thrusts become more erratic. Bucky nods and pulls out of your mouth.

In a swift motion, you bite Steve’s mark anew, and he shouts, and snaps - you feel it through your connection, and you preen in triumph, but only for a fraction of a second because Steve’s immediately flipping you over. Without pause, he continues to fuck you, your legs spread wide for him now.

"You want a wild alpha fucking you?" Steve growls, his eyes dark with primal desire.

“Yes,” you moan, raking your fingers down his chest as you feel the knot at the base of his cock start to swell and move into your slick, desperate channel.

Steve's thrusts become more powerful, more frantic. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he drives into you. With his knot growing inside of you, he can only rut, but his angle, the thickness of his length, the rubbing of the knot is perfection.

Bucky moves down to kneel next to Steve, his metal hand gripping Steve's shoulder. "Easy, punk," he murmurs, but there's a hint of arousal in his voice. "Don't break our Omega."

Steve snarls in response, but his thrusts slow slightly, becoming more controlled yet no less intense. You whimper at the change in pace, your body trembling with need. "Please," you gasp, "don't stop."

Steve's eyes lock with yours, dark with desire and something wilder. "Never," he growls, his hips snapping forward.

Bucky's metal hand slides down your body, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cry out as he begins to circle it with expert precision, the dual sensations of Steve's thrusts and Bucky's touch pushing you closer to the edge.

"That's it, Omega," Bucky murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let go for us."

Steve's knot swells further, catching on your rim with each thrust. The stretch is delicious, bordering on too much but not quite. You arch your back, chasing the sensation.

"Gonna fill you up," Steve pants, his voice rough with need. "Breed you full of our pups."

His words send a jolt of pleasure through you. "Yes," you moan, "please, Alpha. Want your pups."

Bucky growls low in his throat, his fingers working faster against your clit. "You’ll take our knots until you’re bulging for us, so full of our cum.”

You nod frantically, beyond words as pleasure builds within you. Steve's thrusts become more erratic, his knot swelling to its full size. With one final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his knot locking you together as he begins to pulse his release.

The sensation of being filled, stretched, and knotted pushes you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body clenching around

Steve's knot. Your vision goes white at the edges as pleasure courses through every nerve ending. Steve collapses on top of you, his body shuddering with aftershocks.

Bucky's metal hand continues to work your sensitive bundle of nerves, prolonging your orgasm. You writhe beneath Steve, overwhelmed by sensation. Steve nips and licks at the top of your chest while he’s locked inside of you.

As your orgasm subsides, you lay panting beneath Steve, his weight a comforting presence. Bucky's metal hand moves to stroke your hair, soothing you as you come down from your high.

"You okay, Omega?" Bucky asks softly, his eyes searching your face.

You nod, still catching your breath. "More than okay," you manage to say, a blissful smile spreading across your face.

Steve lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours. There's a mix of emotions in his gaze - love, desire, and a hint of concern. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, his voice low.

You shake your head, reaching up to cup his cheek. "No, Steve. I wanted the Alpha side you’ve been holding back from me." You pull him down for a tender kiss, pouring all your love and reassurance into it.

As you break the kiss, you turn to Bucky. “Give me your cock, Alpha.”

He laughs. “You’re already full of cock, greedy girl.”

“Only one hole. I want more,” you whine.

Bucky's eyes darken with desire at your words. "You sure you can handle more, Omega?"

You nod eagerly, licking your lips as you eye his hard length. "Please, Alpha. Need to taste you."

Steve shifts slightly, careful not to pull on his knot, allowing you better access to Bucky. Bucky moves closer, positioning himself so you can reach him without straining.

You open your mouth, inviting him in. Bucky groans as he slides his cock between your lips, the taste of him exploding on your tongue. You moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder.

"That's it," Bucky murmurs, his metal hand coming to cup your cheek. "Take what you need."

You work him with your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deeper. Steve watches with dark eyes, his hips making small, involuntary thrusts as his knot keeps you joined.

The room fills with the sounds of pleasure - Bucky's low groans, Steve's panting breaths, and your muffled moans. The scent of sex and arousal hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the unique scents of your alphas.

"So good for us," Bucky praises, his voice rough with desire.

Steve's hand finds your breast, kneading gently. The sensations of Steve's knot locked inside you, Bucky's cock in your mouth, and Steve’s kneading hand send waves of pleasure through your body.

Your heat simmers just below the surface, temporarily sated but far from over. You can feel it building again, a slow burn that promises to consume you once more. But for now, you focus on the taste of Bucky on your tongue, the weight of Steve inside you, the scent of your alphas surrounding you.

You want more of Bucky - more thrusting, faster, rougher - but you know he won’t give it to you right now. He’s content and determined to wait so he can knot and fill you as soon as Steve’s knot goes down. And you want him to fill you up, too.

Bucky's metal hand cups your cheek gently as you continue to work him with your mouth. His flesh hand strokes through your hair, the tender gesture contrasting with the raw desire in his eyes. You can feel his restraint, the way he's holding back from thrusting too hard.

"That's it, ‘mega," he murmurs, his voice strained. "You're doing so well."

Steve's knot is still firmly lodged inside you, but you can feel it starting to soften ever so slightly. His hand continues to knead your breast, occasionally pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Steve's knot finally softens enough for him to slip out of you. You whimper at the loss, feeling empty and needy. But Bucky doesn’t make you wait. He’s immediately pulling out of your mouth, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at you. Moving in sync as only they could with their history in and out of battle, Steve makes way for Bucky to take his place between your thighs.

"Get ready for my knot," he says, his voice low and husky. “It will be the one of many this weekend, and you’re going to take it eagerly every time - from both of us.”

You nod eagerly, spreading your legs wider in invitation. "Please, Alpha," you whimper, your body aching to be filled again.

With one smooth thrust, he buries himself inside you, groaning at the sensation of your slick heat enveloping him. You cry out in pleasure, your back arching off the bed.

"So wet and open for me," Bucky growls, his hips starting a punishing rhythm. "Still dripping with Steve's cum."

The thought sends a thrill through you, knowing you're filled with one alpha's seed while taking the other. Steve lays beside you. He strokes your cheek before slipping his thumb into your mouth, and you automatically close your lips around it and start to suck and moan.

Bucky's thrusts are deep and powerful, each one sending sparks of pleasure through your body. His metal hand grips your hip, the cool metal a stark contrast to your heated skin.

“We’re gonna pass you between us, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs directly into your ear, then licks up the shell. “Keep you on our knots, fill you with our cum, make sure you’re going to swell with us after this heat.”

The thought of being passed between your alphas, filled with their cum and swelling with their pups sends a jolt of pleasure through you, makes you write eagerly for more. You moan around Steve's thumb, your hips bucking up to meet Bucky's powerful thrusts.

Bucky growls, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Gonna fill you up, Omega. Breed you full."

"That's it," Steve murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let go for us, sweetheart. Show us how good we make you feel."

Bucky's thrusts become more erratic, his knot beginning to swell, and Steve decides to torture you with divine licks pressed to the base of your neck over bonding mark he gave you, heightening your heat and bringing your primal self out more as you’d done to him. You can only moan and keen and grasp at them both.

"Alpha," you gasp, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Please, I need-"

"We know what you need, Omega," Bucky growls, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency. "Gonna give it to you. Gonna fill you up so good."

Steve's hand trails down your body, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. He circles it with expert precision, adding to the overwhelming sensations. "Come for us," he demands, giving your engorged clit a pinch that triggers your orgasm, and you groan.

With one final, powerful thrust, Bucky buries himself deep inside you, his knot locking you together as he begins to pulse his release. The sensation amplifies and prolongs the intensity of your orgasm, your body clenching around Bucky's knot, trembling and gasping beneath him.

"That's it, Omega," Bucky groans, his body shuddering above you. "Take it all."

Your vision blurs at the edges as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through you.

As your orgasm begins to subside, you lay panting beneath Bucky, who collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence. You kiss him, long and hard, momentarily sated.

But then you turn your head and reach for Steve, bringing his lips to yours. You move your mouth between them, needing their kisses more than you need air, eager and ready to take them over and over again through this heat, body more insatiable than you have ever been. And you can’t imagine anything else feeling as right as this does. They’re yours.

Forever.

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Carpe Noctem 22

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

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Part of The Club AU

There’s a hiss of steam and a clank. Peter pulls away from the machine and stifles a yelp to a grunt. Instinctively, you go to him as he grips his hand and examines the patch reddening on his skin. Those type of burns are never nice.

“Run it under cold water,” you nudge his elbow softly and turn to crank on the tap, “ouch. You okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” he swallows tightly, “wasn’t paying attention.”

“Hold it under,” you guide his hand under the flow and he nods, glancing over his shoulder towards the seating area.

It’s not very busy, not for staying in. Most people take their coffee and go. There’s one woman who’s been there for at least an hour. She only ordered a tea before nestling into the corner and hunching over a book. At one point, you even thought she’d fallen asleep.

You tell Peter to wait and go to fetch the first aid kit mounted on the wall. You flip it open to find a disappointing array. Yellowed gauze and dried out alcohol swabs. This isn’t good and it can’t be up to code.

“Don’t move, okay?” You tell Peter and take the box with you down the hall.

Cole’s door is open as you find him furrowing his brow at the laptop screen. He looks up as you shake the tin chest as him. He sits back and greets you with his usual smile.

“What’s up?”

You cross the room and put the box down. You pop the lid again and show him the pathetic collection. His face pales and his expression draws tight. He slaps his forehead.

“Oh, shoot,” he turns his hand out helplessly, “I knew I missed some things–”

“It’s fine but we should consider bulking this up ASAP. It’s a code violation.”

“Wait, is someone hurt?” Cole frowns.

“Peter burned himself but I think he’s okay,” you explain, “he’ll just need to wrap it up.”

“Well, it’s a good thing he has you taking care of him. We’re all very lucky to have you,” Cole lets the tension drain from him, “what would we do without you?”

You chuckle. He asks that a lot. His gratitude can be a bit overwhelming. You don’t really know about running a business, least of all a cafe, but he puts a lot of faith in you. More than he should.

“You’d be okay,” you assure him.

You still haven’t let on that you’re not exactly planning on staying forever. Once you submit an appeal to the daycare, everything will go back to normal. Most things.

“Thank you for taking care of Peter,” he says, “I’ll go right now and get some supplies,” he shuts the laptop and stands, “anything else we need?”

“No, I think we’re okay.”

“Oh, as well,” he snaps his fingers and points a fingergun to the ceiling, “earlier, you mentioned new recipes. Something seasonal. I think that’s a great idea but to be honest, I’m not much of a baker. More a taster, you know? We inherited the menu, we just go by the book.”

You nod as you close the kit up and leave it on the desk, backing away as Cole steps around the desk.

“Do you bake? Maybe you have some suggestions?”

“Me? Oh, I mean, yeah I’ve baked now and again but… I don’t know.”

“I can’t really afford a consultant right now so if you get any ideas,” he shrugs, “you seem like you're full of good ones.”

“Yeah, uh, we’ll see,” you say evasively.

“I’m sorry, not to put more stress on you. I know you have a life outside here. Not my fault I don’t,” he laughs at himself. You barely shift out of his way as he passes, brushing close as he grabs his fleece-lined flannel from the coat rack, “I assume you do, you don’t share much, do you?”

“Just life,” you sniff, “not much going on.”

He pulls his jacket on as he faces you again. He looks at you, almost as if he’s sizing you up, trying to see through you. It’s not lying if you just don’t tell him anything. No one needs to know about the mess that is your personal life.

“Well, I’ll ask ma. Maybe she has some ideas for new sweets,” he feels around in his pockets, his face twisting with confusion.

You peer around and see his wallet on his desk. You snatch it up and bring it to him. His eyes sparkle as he takes it from you.

“Ah, there you go again,” he grins, “thanks. Really, I’d be so lost without you.”

“You’re just fine,” you assure him, “I’ll go check on Peter.”

“Don’t forget to fill out a report. Technically, it’s a workplace injury.”

“Right,” you agree as you skirt out the door just ahead of him, “thanks, Cole.”

“No, thank you,” he claps your shoulder, a gesture that surprises you, as much for his strength as it’s suddenness. You flinch and shrug him off, “you’re holding this whole place together.”

You look back and give a tight-lipped smile. He beams at you and you don’t know what to do or say. You give a tiny wave back then turn down the hallway, rushing back towards the noise of running water. Peter grimaces as his hand trembles under the faucet.

“It’s my fault,” he shakes his head, “I got distracted.”

“It’ll be okay,” you assure him, “a lesson learned, right?”

“Excuse me,” the tiny voice startles you both.

You look over at the woman, the singular customer that afternoon. Her shoulders remain slouched as if to make up for her towering height, and her eyes are downcast even as she speaks to you. She puts her porcelain cup on the counter.

“This one’s chipped,” she slides it over and quickly retracts her hand.

“Oh, no,” Peter splashes you as he spins around, forgetting the pulsing burn in his hand, “did you cut yourself? Do you want a new one?”

She shakes her head vehemently, gripping the slender strap of her crocheted handbag. She stares at the floor. She can probably see the stains on the grout.

“It’s no problem, I’ll make sure you get a good cup–”

“I… gotta go,” she murmurs and briskly crosses to the door.

Peter sputters as disappointment paints his features. He pulls the cup close and runs his thumb over the chip in the brim. You near as you watch him. He likes her, you realise.

“Does she come in often?” You ask.

“What? I don’t know,” he shrugs and backs away from the counter. He takes the cup with him and drops it in the bin.

“Oh, you have no idea? You were just distracted by the wall, huh?”

“Please,” he hides his face from you. It’s too late, you saw the bloom of rosiness in his cheeks. “I don’t know her…”

“But you want to,” you tease.

He turns on you and hushes you, waving his hand wildly, “shhh, please, it’s stupid, okay… she’s… she’s pretty. That’s all.”

“Don’t worry, Pete, your secret’s safe with me.”

He chews his lip, “promise you won’t tell Ned.”

You pretend to turn a key in front of your lips and smile. It’s cute seeing him so bashful. It reminds you of when you were so in love. When you still believed that was a thing.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #carpe noctem #series #au #the club #the gray man #ghosted #cole turner

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catcze · 1 year ago

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HI CATTE! big fan of ur works!! glad to see another wrio filo fan !!, can I request wrio trying to learn filo for Filipino!reader !! I think it's super cute and I feel like he would probably become fluent in secret to surprise you !!!!!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Wriothesley x GN! Filipino! reader

「 ### : 」 Fluff, some swearing, but overall very good vibes ♡ Reader can speak Tagalog! I'll be real this is super cheesy esp the tagalog dialogue but SUE ME I love cheesy shit and this is self indulgent. Written pre-4.1 release.Translation for Tagalog dialogue found at the end!

AAAA HI BABY ♡ I cannot express how happy this made me ?!?!? Like, I'm bumping it up on the prio because it made me sooo kilig when i read it HAHAHAH I hope you like it lots !! (also if any filos have corrections/improvement on the tagalog dialogue pls lmk because I am notttt the best at writing in tagalog dialogue lmao) also ! I changed it and made him, like, not super \ fluent yet at Tagalog, hence why imo some of his dialogue sounds a bit;;; like, practiced? textbook? if that makes sense? HAHAH

Wriothesley doesn't have some big, grand reason for doing any of this. It's not your birthday or your anniversary or anything like that. He's not meeting your parents and he sure isn't planning on proposing just yet.

In all honesty, it all started from a quick kiss you pressed to his cheek and a string of words in a foreign language whispered into his ear.

"What did you say?" he asks when you pull away, a small smile on your face.

"I said mahal kita," you tell him, a hand resting on his arm. Your eyes soften almost imperceptibly when you say the phrase again. You sound so damn fond when you say it, it makes his heart want to skip a beat. "It's one of the most common ways to say 'I love you' in Tagalog."

"Can you say it again?" He asks, and you easily comply.

Mahal kita. Mahal kita. Mahal kita. I love you. He turns the words over and over in his head, then tries to replicate how you pronounce it with his own tongue, but the words come out a bit funny thanks to his fontainese accent. He's not used to the intonation of the language and it shows, if your amused little laugh was anything to go by.

"Like this," you tell him after watching him struggle for a bit and taking mercy on his poor tongue. "Repeat after me." Then you open your mouth wide, so he can see how you do it.

"Ma."

"Ma?"

"-hull."

"Kih."

"Kih?"

"Mhm. Tah."

"Tah."

"Put all that together, and you get mahal kita."

He tries it again, but it still comes out a bit funky. Not at all like how you say it, sounding buttery smooth and practically dripping with charisma. Despite this, you still smile at him like he's given you the world in your palms, or like you're about to cry from happiness. You press your lips against his, stealing the air right from his lungs and making his eyes flutter shut. He can never get tired of kissing you, he thinks, and if messing up a little bit gets him this much affection, he can only imagine what you'd be like if he improved.

"Mahal din kita," you mumble against his lips, breaking away but not straying far.

After that, unbeknownst to you, Wriothesley picked up what is essentially (but not actually the title) a Tagalog for dummies book and hunted down a guard in the fortress who can speak the language enough for him to consult whenever merely reading the words on a page was not enough.

You've also begun to speak Tagalog more and more around him since finding out his interest in the language. You've even managed to correct his pronunciation a little bit, despite how new much of it was new to him.

("You have to roll your r's a bit more, Wrio. Like... like you're purring, i guess?" That, in particular, he heard quite often. Who knew that his mother tongue said their r's differently from yours? Certainly not him.)

He eats up every bit of advice you give him in passing when he tries to replicate whatever word or phrase you just said, quietly taking note in his head and repeating the phrases back to himself even when you're not around. He goes to that one guard he had dubbed as his 'Tagalog tutor' and peppers them with questions so often that he figures it warrants him to hand over a particularly generous bonus later on for letting him as much of a bother as he is.

And finally, after a good long while of giving it his best effort, his tutor deems him able to hold a conversation in Tagalog well enough, and promptly pushes him out the door, telling him to 'go get 'em, boss.' before hastily locking the door behind him.

When Wriothesley wanders back to your living quarters, reassuring himself that he's been practicing for this, for you, and that even if he gets it a little bit wrong, you're probably going to be happy either way. Probably.

"Sweetheart?" He calls, coming inside. He follows your faint 'over here' to find you on your bed in your casuals, relaxing for the day.

When you catch sight of him, you smile, beckoning him close, just to press a kiss to his lips when he leans over. "Hey," you say, grinning up at him.

"Kumusta ka? Namiss kita, mahal. " He says, the words coming out a soft murmur against your lips. You pause for a good while, jaw dropping and brows furrowing in confusion, and Wriothesley fears that he could have messed up somehow. Then a wide smile breaks across your face as you glow with absolute delight.

"Hoy, talaga?! Nagtatagalog ka?" You sit up to be eye-to-eye with him, and you see nothing short of pride in his eyes. One of your hands flies up to cover your mouth as you gasp. "Woah, ang galing mo!"

And oh, it's one of the cutest things you've ever seen from him— Wriothesley smiles, just s little bit, and the slightest hints of a blush dust his face. It's adorable to see how he reacts to your praise.

Wriothesley's eyes dart away from yours, one of the few tells of embarrassment you've ever seen from him. "Pasensya na, di pa ako magaling magtagalog. Nag aaral pa lang ako."

"Kahit na!" You're clearly enthused, happy and grinning and buzzing with energy. "Namiss din kita! Okay naman ako. Ikaw? Kumain ka na ba?" You're wide awake and looking up at him like he hung the stars in the sky for you. Wriothesley is smiling now too. All those hours and late nights trying his best to get the words right, and this was the very reason why.

"Mhm, kanina pa, bago pumunta ko dito." One of his hands reaches up to your face. The callouses and scars of his hand drags a giggle from you as he tries to rub the sleep from your eyes. "Sana nakatulog ka ng maayos."

And compared to when you first told him you love him in your language, his Tagalog has improved by leaps and bounds. Still affected by his accent, yes, but his hard work showed through. It is that and the tenderness in his voice that makes you break this little song and dance between the two of you. Your hand reaches up to hold the one cupping your cheek, letting you lean further into his palm.

"Were you intending to surprise me? Because you certainly did. In a good way, I mean."

Wriothesley chuckles. "I'm glad. Been trying to learn it since that first time, and I think I'm making some progress. Though anything more than a simple conversation is still a bit much for me."

"Kahit na," you repeat yourself, "You're amazing! You got so good! Oh, we are going to have so much fun having secret conversations that no one else can understand."

He playfully quirks an eyebrow at that. "While that's definitely going to be some fun, I really wanted to learn how to, ah, tell you that I love you back."

"Oh." Again, you pause. "Well. Here's your chance, I guess." And you smile at him again, the one that has his heart skipping a beat. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him into your space, you press your forehead against his and close your eyes. He can feel your breath tickle against his lips, and he almost sighs in response.

"Mahal kita, Wriothesley."

"Mahal din kita, my love."

Translation:

"Kumusta ka? Namiss kita, mahal. " — "How are you? I missed you, love."

"Hoy, talaga?! Nagtatagalog ka? — "Hey, really?! You're actually speaking Tagalog?"

"Pasensya na, di pa ako magaling magtagalog. Nag aaral pa lang ako." — (spoken sorta formally) "Sorry, I'm not very good at speaking Tagalog yet. I'm still learning."

"Kahit na!" "Namiss din kita! Okay naman ako. Ikaw? Kumain ka na ba?" — "Even so!" "I missed you too! I'm fine. What about you? Have you eaten yet?"

"Mhm, kanina pa, bago pumunta ko dito." "Sana nakatulog ka ng maayos." — "Mhm, I did earlier, just before I came here." "Hopefully you had a good nap."

"Mahal kita, Wriothesley." — "I love you, Wriothesley."

"Mahal din kita, my love." — "I love you too, my love."

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #Wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #Wriothesley #Genshin Impact #cw gn reader #If the dialogue is cringe I am so sorry the furthest i go in writing in tagalog is essays and papers HAHDKJANS

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wholesomefluffdaddy · 5 months ago

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 24

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent 🌘

When I returned to Nevermore I found myself nearly unable to walk, and not simply because I was still recovering from a fracture. For whatever reason when Enid met me at the gates she appeared equally as unwell. My concern overruled my fear and I strode over to her side post haste. She was uncharacteristically skittish and jumpy as we walked back to the dorm.

I could not propose to her while she was in this state. Her silence was disconcerting. I knew not what to do and it became apparent that she did not either. We sat in silence upon her bed for some time. I pressed close to her for assurance and she did the same. We both tried to break the silence between us at the same time. I insisted that she go first.

'Willa... Wednesday.' She paused. 'I want to take you somewhere nice.' She fidgeted with her hands anxiously. She opened her mouth as if to continue then closed it and shook her head. 'What did you want to say?'

'I would go to the ends of the Earth with you.' I said while hesitantly reaching over to take one of her hands in my own. We both jumped at the contact but clasped hands as if the other were being pulled away. She swallowed and nodded slowly. 'I wish to consult you on certain soul binding matters.' I said calmly as my eyes wandered back to my truck, which was now heavily laden with ritual books. Enid blinked but her mood seemed to lighten somewhat.

'Oh! Uh, I don't know how much I can help with that.' She said with half a laugh. There was another pause and she pulled me closer before scenting me gently. Perhaps I could illuminate the matter further if I shared the finer details.

'Besarte es como ver las estrellas.' I said without thinking. Enid pulled away and blinked at me. I began to panic. I tried again. 'Tienes unos ojos preciosos!' How could I hope to complete the ritual if my tongue decided to betray me like this?

'Oh! Ojos is eyes, right? Uh, I have precious eyes?' Enid asked eagerly for confirmation. I mouthed wordlessly. Her translation was close enough.

'Si, pero-' I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. Enid looked pleased with herself. 'Yo-'

'You're stuck, aren't you?' She said with a knowing smile. I nodded. Enid pulled me into a hug. 'Maybe we could go over your spell books or magic or whatever later?' She suggested before kissing my forehead.

'Oui… Merde!' I needed to get a hold of myself. Enid got up.

'I know there's not like any super fine dining places in Jericho but I figured we could grab takeout and I don't know… maybe have a picnic under the stars.' She said as she twisted her hands. 'What do you think?'

'Eres mi todo.' I croaked. It was as if my brain were a buzz with a swarm of hornets. My hand subconsciously went to my pocket and fumbled with the numerous rings inside it.

'Is that a yes or…?' Enid tilted her head to the side.

'Oui, ma femm- ma coeur.' I said quickly. Enid beamed.

'I'm going to get some things ready.' She said as she bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly. 'Meet me back here at six?' I nodded as I was once again unable to form words. Enid gave me a swift kiss on the cheek before bounding out of the room. I pulled my hand out of my pocket and some of the rings fell out. I cursed as I scrambled to retrieve them.

As I did so I contemplated my next move. Should I complete the ritual with Enid before or after dinner? I placed the rings back into my pocket and wandered over to my trunk. I opened it and started removing the tomes. From what I read it could be completed in a timely manner, and thus could be done prior to our dinner. However, it seemed Enid would be preoccupied with other matters during that time.

I decided it best to wait until after dinner. I could prepare everything beforehand, but first I needed to gather a few additional supplies.

Dear Diary,

I was so excited and so nervous for Willa to come home. Well, I mean not home home - but like our dorm! Anyway! Since there aren't any fancy places to eat in Jericho I figured we could have a romantic dinner under the stars and then I'd propose. ✨

Well, that was the plan.

…

What actually happened was…

"What do you mean they're closed?!" Enid said in distress as she tried the door handle again.

"So you're telling me you had this whole big elaborate plan for proposing to Wednesday after a romantic starlit dinner but you didn't check to see if anyone was open?" Yoko asked as she sipped her drink. Enid hung her head.

"What am I gonna do?" She said, turning to Yoko with large eyes. Yoko winced.

"Damn it Enid, you know I can't resist the puppy eyes!" Yoko said, trying to shield herself from Enid's pouting face. "We'll go to the grocery store, maybe they'll have something." She said, turning around.

"It's a simple question. Do you have candles approximately twenty five centimeters or ten inches in length?" Wednesday asked the nervous looking cashier.

"Uh, we have a sale on all the Christmas scented candles in the clearance section." He said pointing.

"Perhaps I should be clearer. I need candles for an unholy ritual that permanently binds the will of one's soul to another." Wednesday said, retrieving a list from the inside pocket of her coat. "And I do not believe the ritual calls for discounted pine scented candles."

"There's tealight candles too." He said, glancing between Wednesday and the contents of her basket. There were several yards of rope, a knife, and latex gloves.

"I already informed you they must meet a specific length requirement." Wednesday said as her eyebrow twitched.

"I don't know what to tell you, I only know about what we have out." He said, raising his hands. Wednesday glared at him for a moment before relenting.

"…Fine. Point me in the direction of these discounted candles." She huffed. She was cursing herself for not planning better in advance. The cashier pointed and she left. He let out a sigh of relief before hearing the chime of more customers entering.

"Welcome to-" He began to greet them.

"Hi, do you have any steaks? Like the fancy kind?" Enid asked quickly.

"Uh-"

"Ya gotta be more specific, girly." Yoko said, waving a hand. "Filet mignon, Tenderloin, Porterhouse." She listed off.

"Ooo you're right. Uh, do you have Wagyu beef?" Enid asked.

"I d-"

"Girl, we're in Vermont." Yoko said, shaking her head.

"Kobe?" Enid asked hopefully.

"We have corned beef." The cashier said uncertainly, as he pointed.

"We'll just go check." Enid said with a grimace.

"Can you even afford Wagyu or Kobe?" Yoko asked as they headed off.

"Don't be silly." Enid said, rolling her eyes. "It's for Wednesday, it's got to be the best." Yoko raised her eyebrows. "But also I would probably buy the cheapest cut."

"I don't think there are cheap cuts of those." Yoko mused. "That's kind of the point."

"Whatever, just help me look for something that looks good." Enid said as they reached the meat section.

Entry 24 continued…

My success in obtaining the necessary supplies was… limited. While I doubt the scent of pine, eggnog, and gingerbread will affect the overall ritual, I do find it rather irksome. Nevertheless, I finished my preparations in a timely manner.

Dear Diary continued…

And of course right after I found like an ok steak, Yoko asks 'How are you going to cook it?' 😭 The dorm kitchen is closed, I don't have any pots or pans or anything and neither does Yoko, and none of the restaurants in town are open. My proposal dinner was turning into a HUGE disaster! Why didn't I plan ahead??? This was only like the most important evening of my life!!! 😭

But apparently I wasn't the only one having bad luck 😅 I got back to our dorm and Willa was stressing about a bunch of scented candles on the floor.

"Hey so um-" Enid paused mid sentence as she saw a very messy haired Wednesday kneeling in a circle of scented candles as she fretted about their placement.

"Enid." Wednesday looked up as she adjusted one of the candles. "You have arrived earlier than expected." She said, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face.

"I'm not…" Enid said, glancing over at the clock and setting two grocery bags down. Wednesday followed her gaze.

"Ah. It seems I have lost track of…" Her words trailed off as she adjusted another candle. Enid squatted down to read the labels on the candles.

"'Christmas Memories'? What's that supposed to smell like?" Enid frowned slightly. "'Winter Wonder'?" She sniffed it, careful not to move it. "Why couldn't they have just said vanilla?"

"Apparently the manufacturers pride themselves in naming scents after an abstract experience which has some shared understanding but is uniquely personal while trying to replicate the aroma of an idea as opposed to an object or location." Wednesday said as she sat back down to examine her work.

"Huh?" Enid blinked. "So why the change of candles? I don't normally see you using scented candles for your magic-y stuff."

"Magic is an illusion, a skillful deception created by sleight of hand. This is a ritual with thousands of years of practice and history. Also I forgot to restock my supply and had to make do with… the alternatives available." Wednesday said, somewhat embarrassed. "I take it you have procured our evening sustenance?" She said, glancing over at the bags.

"Oh! I, uh, also had to go with alternatives." Enid said sheepishly.

"I'm sure they are satisfactory." Wednesday said, returning her attention to the circle. Finally satisfied, or at least accepting the fact that no more could be done, Wednesday straightened up. "Shall we dine under the stars, mon amour?" Enid chewed her lip as she looked past Wednesday out the window. It had been lightly snowing when she had gone into town but now the snow was coming down harder and the wind was whipping it into a blizzard.

"I think we'll stay inside." Enid said, sounding a little defeated. "I don't think we'll see any stars in this." She gestured towards the window. Wednesday glanced between the weather and Enid.

"Nonsense. I see plenty of stars in those bewitching cerulean eyes of yours." Wednesday said, stepping out of the circle, taking one of Enid's hands and kissing it as she looked up into her eyes with undisguised yearning.

"Willa!" Enid blushed.

"We shall do whatever you wish, mi loba." Wednesday said, kissing it again. Enid cupped Wednesday's face and pulled her into a proper kiss.

"We'll eat in here." She said pulling back. Her eyes wandered over to the circle of candles. "And we could do whatever you've got going on over there." She gestured to it.

"That sounds perfect." Wednesday said, nodding.

Entry 24 continued…

The meal Enid had procured was an unusual one but most befitting of the atmosphere. As the ice and snow lashed at the windows we dined upon simple crackers, small slices of cheese, and reconstituted pork circles. It conjured up the feeling that we were 19th century vagabonds taking shelter from the cruel storms of winter as we feasted on our meager rations.

These marvelous destitute prepackaged meals also came with bags of some abominable liquid masquerading as juice. I took much enjoyment as Enid demonstrated how they must be punctured with a serrated straw. For some unknown reason brightly colored candies were included as part of this meal which admittedly detracted from the immersive experience.

Enid was inexplicably apologetic about the meal. I was quick to assure her it was the most wonderfully dreadful experience. She gave a halfhearted smile and fidgeted restlessly with something in her hands.

Dear Diary continued…

So after the hot mess that was dinner Wednesday asked if I 'would partake in an unholy pact' and gestured to her circle of scented candles. I agreed because 💕Babycakes💕 clearly put a lot of work and effort into it.

I figured she'd chant some stuff, maybe wave a rock around, you know, like general witch-y stuff. What I did not expect was her to strip down to her underwear and pull out some rope! 😳 I think Willa had something else in mind 😏😘

"-And then once I make the sacrifice," Wednesday pointed to a spider in a jar, "you'll bind me with this rope and-" Enid wasn't listening as she stepped into the circle with Wednesday, wrapped her arms around her, and bit down on her neck. Wednesday let out an involuntary moan and clung to Enid for support as her legs became weak.

"Willa, if you wanted to do bondage you only had to ask." Enid purred in her ear before kissing the bite.

"I- it's not- this is a soul binding- Ah!" Enid bit down on the other side of her neck.

"How do you want me to tie you up, πουλάκι μο?" Enid whispered as she took the rope from Wednesday's slackened grip.

"How ever you want, cara mia." Wednesday gasped breathlessly. "Please allow me but one moment to light the candles and start the ritual." Enid let go of her and winked, making Wednesday shiver.

Entry 24 continued…

I believe there must have been some error in communication for Enid was exceptionally libidinous and it was most difficult to even begin to attempt the ritual. The end result was nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. I feel I must explain every step and subsequent fault that occurred in order to fully display the mishanter. To begin, I was able to light the candles and step into the circle.

I fumbled with my words as Enid licked her lips and watched me like a starving animal eyeing her prey. I pressed on, albeit shakily as I slipped on the gloves and grabbed the knife needed to take the life of the prepared sacrifice. Enid grimaced at this and promptly ordered 'No knives!'

'B-but mi amor-!' I tried to explain. She held her hand out. I was powerless to resist. This must have meant the ritual was working, right? I handed it over. Clearly Enid wished me to dispatch the sacrifice with my bare hands to prove myself. I accepted her challenge and reached for the jar. Enid drew back as I opened the lid.

The spider, understandably as an act of self preservation, took the opportunity to escape as I placed my hand into the jar. Enid shrieked and jumped back onto her bed as the spider fled under it. There were several minutes of chaos as I attempted to retrieve it and calm down my hysterical werewolf.

By the time I had returned the spider to its jar the scents of the various candles had combined and become overwhelming. I was forced to extinguish them to protect Enid's sensitive nose. We had to open the windows momentarily to rid the room of its heavily seasonal fragrance.

By the time it had finished airing out our dorm was several degrees colder. We sat together on Enid's bed huddled together with numerous blankets wrapped around us. It was painfully apparent the ritual would not be happening this evening.

'Sorry we couldn't do your thing Willa.' Enid sighed somberly as she rested her head on mine. 'And sorry dinner was bleh.'

'Amor.' I said firmly. 'You have nothing to apologize for. My ill planning is my own folly and dinner was more than adequate.'

'You're too sweet.' Enid said, hugging me. She let out another heavy sigh. 'I just had this like big grand romantic idea planned for tonight. I wanted to make it special…'

'Enid, any night I have the privilege of spending with you is special.' I asserted as I turned my head to kiss her softly upon the lips. Enid's smile warmed me as if a ray of sunlight shone across my body.

'I really love you Wednesday.' Enid whispered as the kiss broke.

'I love you too Enid.' We remained lost in each other's gaze for what felt like eternity. I knew that now was the moment. Enid reached past me and I reached for the pocket of my discarded blazer.

'Will you marry me?' Our words rang out in unison. Silence hung in the air like the vaporous clouds that left our lips in the chilled room. Enid was proffering a simple yet elegant white gold ring beset with rose quartz and obsidian. Meanwhile I was presenting a various assortment of rings I had retrieved from deceased family members.

'Did-did you rob a store?' Enid asked as she stared wide eyed.

'Yes.' I said as my mind was still fixated on her previous question. Enid blinked. 'I mean no! I robbed no store. My answer was in response to-'

'You'll marry me?' She interrupted.

'Yes.' Was my immediate response. 'And will you-?' She did not wait for me to finish.

'Yes!' She exclaimed, her eyes watering. She took our combination of rings and quickly set them aside on her bedside table before pouncing upon me like a ravenous wolf and ravaging my mind, body, and soul in the way that only she could.

Dear Diary continued…

SHE SAID YES!!!💕😍 💕

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angelasscribbles · 4 months ago

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Heir Apparent Chapter 22: So This is How We End

Series: Heir Apparent.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley (past)

Rating: MA

Warnings: Mature themes

Word Count: 1,223

A/N: So we finally come to the end after a mere two and half years! This series was such a learning experience for me. It was the first time I got wholesale attacked, and by multiple people, for my characters lacking "morality". 🤷🏻‍♀️

I strive to imbue my characters with real life emotions, flaws, mistakes, and reactions. This means they are often messy, sometimes toxic, but always realistic. Life is messy, humans are flawed and shit happens, then we deal with it.

I regret that I let the negativity derail me. I shut the story down and didn't pick it up again for well over a year and even then, the updates have been sporadic. I had to get to a place where I once again trusted the process, where I let the characters speak to me without the voices of my detractors in my head.

I think I've done that. I'm quite happy with this ending and I think I've stayed true to my characters, complete with their misperceptions, insecurities, and stubborn refusal to see the other side.

That said, stay tuned for an open ended spin-off series set in this universe. I have further ideas.....

Everything else: Master List.

The doctor from Auvernall delivered a healthy baby girl via c-section.

Riley spent the next three days in the hospital wing recovering. She was so wrapped up in her new baby that she didn’t question the lack of outside news sources in her room. There was no TV, and her cell phone was getting no signal.

Not that it mattered. All she wanted it for was to take candid photos of her new bundle of joy.

She was over the moon happy.

Crown Princess Eleanor Elizabeth Hana Olivia Rys was perfect. Ten little fingers, ten little toes, and no ill effects from the eclampsia outside of being born three weeks early.

Riley’s blood pressure stabilized by day three and as preparations were made for her to move back to the suite she shared with Drake in the royal wing, the men in her life realized they had to tell her about the treaty with Auvernall before she read about it online.

Liam had insisted on being the one to deliver the news. “I’m the one that made the call, after all.”

The conversation did not go well.

“I had no choice! My hand was forced!”

“Without consulting me? Without even talking to me first?”

He looked at her incredulously, “You were unconscious! You were about to die! I did what I had to do to save your life and hers!”

Tears of outrage and betrayal slid down her cheeks. “You promised me, Liam! You fucking promised!”

“I know, Riley. But things changed—"

“She’s a baby, Liam! She shouldn’t already have her life mapped out for her! What about love? She should be allowed to marry for love!”

Liam rubbed his eyes as defeat and frustration swirled through him. “You keep trying to apply rules for commoners to the monarchy.”

“Why should the rules for the monarchy be any different Liam?”

“Because they are Riley! You may not like it, it may not be pretty, but that's the way it is!”

She glared at him. “Then I’m glad you and I didn’t work out and I’m sorry you’re Eleanor’s father and not Drake! He would have never allowed this!”

Liam reacted as though he had been physically struck. His body jerked back and his mouth fell open as he regarded her with stunned disbelief.

He wanted to believe she was only reacting out of anger. He wanted to believe that she was just being illogical and unreasonable because she was hormonal and had just gone through a trauma. But he was afraid this was deeper. He was afraid that this was a fundamental difference in world views. One that might not be reconcilable.

He stood and began to pace the floor. Did he regret that he’d had to affiance his unborn child to the Auvernesse heir? Yes. Did he regret that making that decision saved the life of both the woman he loved and his child? Not even a little.

It had been a Hobson’s Choice and he’d done what had to be done. As he had been trained to do. As he would always do. Just like he’d done on coronation night, another impossible choice that had protected her, yet one she would never forgive him for.

The realization that this was the way it would always be engulfed him like a tidal wave. He suddenly saw the future he had wanted with her the way it would have actually played out, with her always second guessing him on subjects she didn’t fully understand.

He stopped pacing and turned to her with the most painful decision he’d made yet. “I rescind my offer.”

“What offer?”

“I told you that if you ever changed your mind about adding a Cordonian arrangement to your marriage contract, I would always be here. I won't. If nothing else this has helped me see that I was right in the first place that I would never marry for love. As loath as I am to admit it, my father was right. I love you Riley and I always will. But affairs of the heart have no place when it comes to making decisions for the good of Cordonia.”

He needed someone by his side who understood how the monarchy worked, how diplomacy worked. Riley had been right when she told him they would have never made it as a couple. She was always going to end up resenting him for something. It was better to let her go and be happy with Drake than to hold on and make her hate him in the long run.

“The good of Cordonia? What about the good of our daughter, Liam?”

“I made the hard decisions that had to be made. It's very easy to Monday morning quarterback the situation, you don't know what we all went through watching you almost die. If you had died, Eleanor wouldn’t even be here. She would have died with you. Have you considered that?”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

Liam shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry you’re disappointed in me. There will be a full investigation into everything that happened that night. If there’s a way out of the agreement, I’ll find it.”

Dr. Russo had been found locked in a music room by an unknown person. Godfrey had ties to Auvernall. Though no one could have predicted the medical emergency ahead of time, there were ample questions that needed answers. If the Auvernese king and queen had taken advantage of the situation and sidelined their doctor, he would find out. Meanwhile, a contract signed under duress could be challenged in an international court.

He said none of that to Riley. He simply promised her to do what he could and then got out of her way so that her anger at him wouldn’t cause another spike in blood pressure.

He relayed the main points of the conversation to Drake.

“Why didn't you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That at the end I agreed to it as well.”

“Why would I do that Drake? She needs you more than ever right now. She needs someone she can rely on, someone she can depend on, someone who understands her and the rules of the world she grew up in. That's you.”

“Sure. And I’ll always be there for her, you know that. But—"

“You fought me up till the very end. You only capitulated at the last second out of sheer terror for her life. And to be clear, I was going to do it anyway. With or without your approval.”

“But I still did capitulate.”

“And what good would telling her that do? Make her hate you too? Then she would have nobody to lean on. Let me be the bad guy so that she can have her husband to rely on. It's the only thing I can do for her now.”

Drake gave him a long, measuring look before slowly nodding his head, relief cascading through him. There was only a sliver of guilt as he agreed to be absolved of any responsibility in the decision. He understood Liam’s reasoning that, at least for the foreseeable future, it was more important for Riley to have someone to lean on, someone in her corner. And that was all he could do for her now, so that’s what he would do.

~Fin

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aahsokaatano · 7 months ago

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A Brief Examination of Margaret Houlihan and Gender

(aka I'm doing my rough draft of my essay on tumblr bc I can ramble here)

I spent 6 weeks watching all 251 episodes of M*A*S*H with the aim of critically analyzing Margaret Houlihan, and more specifically how she is referred to throughout the series. I was initially doing this with the idea of tracking the change from "Hot Lips" to Margaret, but I got more than I bargained for - I really forgot how often she's referred to as a man or in a gender neutral way, and it's super interesting, so under the cut is a list of quotes and some light analysis.

Season 1

"Oh, sorry baby." / "Major to you!" ("The Pilot" s1e1) Neutral

"You're dismissed!" / "Thanks, Mother." ("The Pilot" s1e1) Feminine

"One lady in our outfit..." ("Dear Dad" s1e12) Feminine

Season 2

"You are no gentleman!" / "Good thing you are." ("Divided We Stand" s2e1) Masculine

[Margaret speaking on behalf of Frank] "That's pretty strong stuff, Frank." / "It's true!" ("L.I.P. (Local Indigenous Personnel)" s2e7) Masculine

"You've emasculated me for the last time!" ("Carry On Hawkeye" s2 e11) Masculine

"Margaret Houlihan; nurse, friend, and all around good egg." ("Carry On Hawkeye" s2e11) Neutral

[Radar calls Margaret "sir" - this is something that he ends up doing for several more seasons] "Men are sirs, women are ma'ams!" ("Hot Lips and Empty Arms" s2e14) Feminine (with Masculine connotations long-term)

Season 3

"You know, for once I agree with him?" / "I [Margaret] said that." / "I know." ("Rainbow Bridge" s3e2) Masculine

"Speaking man-to-man, Colonel," ("There is Nothing Like a Nurse" s3e10) Masculine

"He's a creep." / "She's a creepette." ("The Consultant" s3e17) Feminine

"I know you didn't volunteer because you're a married man [...] Well, I'm a married man, too, Frank. Married to the Army." ("Aid Station" s3e19) Masculine

"I'm not just Major Margaret Houlihan, army nurse. I'm also Margaret Houlihan - frail, vulnerable, sensitive female." ("Aid Station" s3e19) Feminine

"Don't think of me as a woman!" ("Aid Station" s3e19) Neutral/Masculine

Season 4

"When I was five, I had a crying fit because they wouldn't let me have a crew cut." ("Deluge" 4.23) Neutral/Masculine

Season 5

"He [Donald] calls me his little plebe." ("Margaret's Engagement" s5e2) Neutral

"I'm an engaged person!" ("Margaret's Engagement" s5e2) Neutral

[Speaking to a newborn baby] "Major Houlihan is here to help you." ("The Abduction of Margaret Houlihan" s5e6) Neutral

"Anybody can open with a pair of 10s if they're wearing civilian boxer shorts." / [...] / "I'll open for 25 cents." ("Dear Sigmund" s5e7) Neutral/Masculine

"Margaret, when you're sick, can't you call me Frank?" / "You know I'm an engaged person." ("The Colonel's Horse" s5e11) Neutral

"Margaret, I'm as taut as a watch spring." / "Your state of tautness s no longer a concern of mine, Major Burns. I happen to be an engaged person." ("Hawkeye's Nightmare" s5e13) Neutral

"Sure, nurse..." / "Nurse?! You're talking to a major!" / "Sorry. Would you help us move this guy into pre-op, Major?" ("Post-Op" s5e23) Feminine/Neutral

Season 6

"A head nurse who is part seductress, and part Attila the Hun" ("The Winchester Tapes" s6e4) Feminine/Masculine

[the nurses to Hawkeye] "Do you think you could talk to Hot Lips?" ("Images" s6e9) Feminine

"Hot Lips Houlihan: blonde landmine." ("Patent 4077" s6e16) Feminine

"Congratulations. You're still a major, Major." ("What's Up, Doc?" s6e19) Neutral

Season 7

[about her divorce] "Best thing that ever happened to me. The weight of the world is off my shoulders! I feel like a new woman!" ("Peace On Us" s7e2) Feminine

[BJ] "The king is dead." / [Hawk] "Long live the queen." / [Margaret] "You bet." ("Hot Lips is Back in Town" s7e20) Feminine

"I'm going as far in this man's army as any woman can go. Maybe even general!" ("Hot Lips is Back in Town" s7e20) Feminine

Season 8

"I'm a woman, and I can tell you what it's like for a woman to be away from the man she loves." ("Too Many Cooks" s8e1) Feminine

"To be a woman, with the rank of major..." ("Are You Now, Margaret?" s8e2) Feminine

"Hot Lips?" / "Yeah, that's a nickname she picked up." ("Are You Now, Margaret?" s8e2) Feminine

"Hot Streak Houlihan strikes again!" ("Life Time" s8e11) Neutral

"I'm just as much a major as any other major. You'll notice these leaves come in gold, not pink for girls and blue for boys." ("Stars and Stripes" s8e14) Feminine/Neutral

"What do you suppose I am deep down?" / "Deep, deep down? A woman." / "Go a little deeper." / "A major." / "I'm me. Sometimes a nurse, sometimes a major, sometimes a woman in love... sometimes all three at once." ("Stars and Stripes" s8e14) Feminine/Neutral

[speaking to an infant] "Hello there, sweetheart. I'm your Auntie Margaret." ("Yessir, That's Our Baby" s8e15) Feminine

Season 9

"What's the matter? She isn't man enough to bring it in [to the men's showers] herself?" ("Bless You, Hawkeye" s9e17) Masculine

[speaking to Margaret] "You know, you don't get to be a high-ranking officer, to run an O.R., to command respect, unless you've earned it." ("The Foresight Saga" s9e19) Neutral

Season 10

"I know everybody thinks I'm tough, demanding, insensitive, cold, callous, crabby - feel free to disagree at any time!" / "Think of it this way; maybe you are all that stuff, but deep down underneath, I think maybe there's some more stuff that's... pretty good stuff. You know?" ("The Birthday Girls" s10e11) Neutral

Season 11

"I do not need the help of a nurse." / "It's a good thing I'm a lady or you'd need a nurse, buster!" ("Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen" s11e16) Feminine

Total Counts:

Feminine: 19

Masculine: 12

Neutral: 17

These aren't all of the quotes I collected during my rewatch, or the only thing I was paying attention to, but it definitely caught my interest. And laying out like like this, by season, you can really see the trends ebb and flow. Margaret is portrayed pretty firmly as feminine/neutral through the first season, but season two introduces the running joke of other characters referring to her as "Frank" and using he/him due to how often she speaks on his behalf, as well as Radar calling her "sir" rather than "ma'am." She sticks even more firmly to referring to herself neutrally in season five, calling herself an "engaged person" rather than an "engaged woman" on three different occasions.

After her marriage and Frank's departure, Margaret is referred to more femininely again, but she doesn't refer to herself as a woman until season 7, after her divorce. I find it especially interesting to compare "The Abduction of Margaret Houlihan" in s5 and "Yessir, That's Our Baby" in s8; both deal with very young infants and show us Margaret's interactions with these babies. In s5, she refers to herself as "Major Houlihan" to the baby, but then in s8, she's "Auntie Margaret." Between these events were her marriage and divorce, and Margaret's self-confidence being boosted by her work on herself and her duties as head nurse.

BJ refers to Margaret loosely in masculine terms in s9, and it's the first time the joke has been really touched on since s6, when Charles compares her to Attila the Hun. This is the last time anyone refers to Margaret as masculine, with the final two seasons having her presented either neutrally (by rank) or femininely (as a "lady").

Margaret's character journey actually can be tracked through this list of quotes pretty well. She's more of an antagonist when she's referred to more often with masculine terms, and as she develops into a more traditional protagonist, the narrative refers to her with more feminine terms. The fact that Margaret herself is most likely to use feminine terms when she's at her most confident in herself is definitely interesting, and I think says a lot about how her confidence is tied into her self-image.

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Different person but i just wanna add (if another confirmation would help), no yea it's absolutely fucking horrific how they've been treating you I was (and still am, pcos that makes it uber hard to lose weight gang), upper 200s/low 300s weight wise when i had mine, and they IMMEDIATELY referred me to a surgeon who was prepared and familiar with working on fat people no fuss, and this is With medicaid, i'm genuinely shocked you didn't get the same, i thought it would be standard practice (though why i expect even that from the american healthcare system is a mystery jeez... they love to disappoint .) The mishandling is fucking abhorrent, especially with the newer information that it wasn't even the SURGEON talking to you, i spoke with the assistant (or something? im not sure of her title it's been a few years since mine, but it was during the beginning of the pandemic) for the first half of my consult, but even though my surgeon was one of the busier ones in the hospital he STILL made the time to meet me and discuss things himself at that consult. And they were genuinely some of the nicer people i've had to deal with when it came to my weight, i can't believe they tried to pass it off as your diet when it's so known that genetics is a huge factor in it and your diet isn't even remotely bad..... (it was bigtime genetics with mine as well actually, my Ma had hers out for gallstones and i want to say one of her sisters did as well before i did) It's Exceedingly Fucked Up how they're treating you, especially with the condition you're in, you should be getting expedited treatment no fuss, it's genuinely fucked they're making you deal with this. Wishing you the best with getting this handled quickly, you deserve much better!!!!!!!!!!!! In the meanwhile, also wishing you luck with the surgery itself when it's scheduled!! Good news that i can offer is that in my experience it's not the worst recovery-wise, the main difficulty i had was sitting up after laying and getting out of bed/walking and such (abdominal surgery is a bittova doozy... and one helluva thing to make you realize how much your stomach muscles really do FDCFVGB), but sitting up wasn't too bad pretty much the whole way through at least, if you have any friends who could come over and chill with you for the first few days having someone around is a Massive help; and either way i'd see about moving stuff you think you'll need/want into the vicinity of where you'll be recovering once you're closer to the surgery itself, if you get any energy to spare (apologies if any of this bit is a lot also, i tend to lean into advice if someone's dealing with something i've gone through before^^) No but yea, i really do wish you the best of luck with all of this, both getting stuff scheduled and the surgery itself when it comes; i hope things go as smoothly as they can from here, and that your pain will ease soon!!

thank you so much, i really appreciate this message!

literally, the outpouring of people saying "WHAT THE FUCK???" to how i've been treated wrt my gallbladder has been making it easier. i felt so fucking defeated in that appointment, you have no idea, i felt like this was just standard protocol and i was an idiot for getting my hopes up thinking that getting the surgery would be "easy". literally after that appointment i just felt fucking dead inside so i REALLY REALLY appreciate people letting me know this is NOT OKAY

i'm really glad they took you seriously, PCOS gang. i'm sorry you deal with that too like at least she let up when i said i have PCOS and losing weight isn't something i can just Choose to do. i've literally gone through periods of my life where i starved and had next to no food at all and i only ever got down to... 260 lbs. while starving.

holy shit, thank you for the info that makes me feel a lot better about how i've been treated... i'm SO glad you actually got to talk to a surgeon about it, you know... the person who knows what they're talking about!! i didn't get to speak to a surgeon... at all. the people who spoke to me were a medical student in training, and a.... physician's assistant. like what the actual fuck, neither of you know what a surgeon wants why are you giving me inaccurate information?

she did fortunately refer me to bariatric surgeons to get the appointment scheduled, however, the problem is i'm going to have to do ANOTHER consult with them before i can get my gallbladder removed, which is scary because who knows how long that's going to take. my consult was last friday, and it's thursday, and i have not received a call from the bariatric surgeons. i had to call their clinic this morning, while shaking and sniffling with a fever to ask them for the number for bariatrics so i could call them myself to see what the fuck is going on with this referral

all while i can't eat. i got sick yesterday after eating white rice. rice. made me sick. two days before that i got sick from some bread. like i can't eat anything at all at this point i'm relying on liquids, here. miso soup, gatorade and water is alright short term but i kinda can't keep. not eating. like this forever. honestly the way that PA was speaking to me, it made me feel like she straight up wanted me to die. like she saw my issues as not worth her time because i'm a fat person and i should just roll over and die because i'm not thin and thus don't "deserve" medical care. like at this point it feels like she WANTS me to die

I'm sure the bariatric surgeons are great people but i'm not exactly filled with confidence when it comes to whether or not i'll actually be taken care of. when i got my colon/endoscopy, the doctor was "running behind" and the nurses "couldn't figure out why". when i went into the operating room, he was quite literally playing on his phone, scrolling facebook. all of his patients were behind because he was on his phone. i had to re-schedule my transportation through my insurance to pick me up an entire hour late because he was goofing off on his phone. unreal. if you want a job where you can goof off on your phone, medicine isn't it. find an office job, you asshole

actually, thanks a ton for the recovery information, because i don't think i can trust that hospital to even get that right for me. :') i've never gotten surgery before so i wasn't quite sure what to prepare for! relocating items is a smart idea, fortunately my bedroom is small so that shouldn't be too much of an issue! i have my neighbors' contact info so i might be able to see if they can lend a hand whenever i need help quickly and might not be able to get someone else to come over. that's a smart idea, thank you!

do you think my wheelchair would help alleviate some of those issues with walking in the beginning? i keep my wheelchair next to my bed so i should be able to crawl into there whenever i need to walk around the house. either way, thank you so much for the super kind message, and for advice on what the recovery process is like! that was what i was most curious about, as i have no experience with surgery as of now

thanks again for the kind message, the support and the reassurance... i've been so worn down over this it isn't funny. i've been so exhausted both mentally, but also physically, because my pain and symptoms have been spiking lately. i've been getting pain that travels around to my back. i can't sit upright or walk without aggravating it. how is this not serious? how is a matter of 10 - 15 lbs more important than someone who literally can't keep down their food? unreal

i'm relying on over the counter anti-emetics and bloating medications just to survive. some days i HAVE to take a dramamine or else i'm gonna throw up. i don't have an option, it's to the point where i almost just take it reflexively daily

i hope you have a great day and thanks for all the help! your message really helped, thanks again

#asks #feedback #gallbladder #health #emetophobia #emeto tw

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had an idea about a MAS horror coffee shop au. meet cute on tbe surface but secretly serial murder mystery drama under the lid. now hear me out

sabo owns and runs a coffee shop in town where both ace and marco happen to get coffee, theyre both his regulars but theyre never there at the same time--

marco comes in during the mornings when he jogs during the weekend, he always orders a plain coffee with oat milk, and he talks to sabo about anything new hes found particularly interesting. hes a family doctor with a hobby for traveling, hes silvering at the sides of his hair, usually smiling, and is a down to earth guy you can trust.

SECRETLY , marco is a private detective after spending years as a battlefield medic, he consults with forensics on murder cases sometimes for his familiarity with weapons and violence. for months now hes been quietly following the gruesome serial murders of high profile officials and wealthy people in town and thinks the culprit is the citys local vigilante, the mysterious Fire Fist

ace comes in at the oddest hours of the night when hes strangely beat up or bored and orders something different every time but he never wants it to taste like coffee. he makes jokes and teases and flirts from the dark corners of the shop and doesnt let sabo get a good look at him, but hes suprisingly sweet. tells him he better not be keeping the place open 24/7 (hes not. he keeps it open 20/7 thank u very much) and always smells a little burney, but is a nice guy you can be yourself around.

SECRETLY ace is the local vigilante Fire Fist whos been protecting the city for the last couple years (does he have powers ?? idk. maybe hes just going at that shit dirty batman style) and who has been playing cat and mouse with that private detective for a while now but hes kind of got a thing for the silver fox look soooooo 👀 but hes trying to catch whoevers committing the murders and keep people (marco) safe, without ruining his secret identity and getting arrested

sabo grew up in a strict rich family to the son of an investor, not even a businessman his father never worked at all, but he grew up seeing the way people with money treated others, terrible crimes would just get paid away. so sabo left and built a life on his own instead, started a little coffee shop in an old run down building, he lives in the tiny upstairs unit but hes happy with it. hes too skinny and pale and has a weird scar he prefers to cover with hair and loose clothes, but hes a guy you feel you can tell anything to.

SECRETLY sabo has been spending his free time hunting and slaughtering members of the upper class in increasingly violent and gruesome ways, with his favorite go-to being Lead Pipe At Your Body. but hes meticulous, he never leaves a trace behind, and neither the police nor the detective nor Fire Fist can find him. sabos a vigilante in his own sort of way, the people hes killing are associated with trafficking or violence anyway, but he only knows that because hes been torturing and murdering people for information. which does not stand up well in court. so hes decided will handle it his god damn self instead

now hes trying to keep his secret under wraps by keeping his friends close.. and his enemies........well......... you know 😏

other notes:

-ace and sabo still grew up together but were separated (by the event that gave sabo his scar and hatred?? does ace know its sabo? does sabo remember its ace?? hmm???)

-sabo knows marco is secretly the detective looking for him, and that ace is secretly Fire Fist

-marco and ace do NOT know about sabo being That Murder Guy

sorry this is the kind of overcomplicated au bullshit that appeals to me only but god . i love identity porn i want there to be identities upon facades upon masquerades dude i want to not know where the truth ends and the mask begins

I ALSO LOVE IDENTITY PORN the facets and layers to this is truly beautiful

God tier au anon id love to know more if u have anything

Id love to think Ace has superpowers but what if hes named firefist just bc he packs a insanely hard punch and that is all

I just KNEW the reveal was building up to be Sabo as the serial killer gawd i love him

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tiny-chrys · 6 months ago

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Well, it's been months since I posted, but now that I'm on vacation from college I hope to be able to dedicate myself more to drawings.

Anyway, I'm still on a Hazbin/Helluva vibe (even more so now that the new HB ep is out), and my vibes with a series usually last for a whole year.

I decided to play with character redesigns and during this period I started to become interested in Hazbin Hotel AUs, more specifically a "What if" whose premise is "What if Charlie was taken to Heaven as a baby?", or better yet "What if she was transformed into an Angel?", that was the result.

This frame and background were the result of me not resisting the urge to add complexity where it doesn't need to be.

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Pois é, faz meses que eu não posto, mas agora que entrei de férias da faculdade espero poder me dedicar mais aos desenhos.

Enfim, ainda tó na vibe de Hazbin/Helluva (ainda mais agora que saiu ep novo de HB), e minhas vibes com uma série geralmente costumam durar por um ano inteiro.

Decidi brincar com redesings de personagens e nesse periodo comecei a me interessar por AUs de Hazbin Hotel, mais especificamente um "What if" cuja a premissa é "E se Charlie fosse levada pelo o Paraíso quando bebê?", ou melhor ainda "E se ela fosse tranformada em um Anjo?", esse foi o resultado.

Essa moldura e fundo foram o resultado de eu não resistir a vontade de colocar complexidade onde não precisa.

The Princess of Heaven, Charlotte

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In this case, the transformation into an angel would happen because of God themselves (yes, Charlie's grandpa, or grandma, depends on they will).

In my mind, the scene set up was:

Charlie was brought to Heaven after an extermination (I haven't planned the details of the process yet) and was handed over to Sera. The Seraphim was in shock, because she realized right away who that baby was, she didn't know what to do and went to consult her superiors, in this case the 6 Archajes (aka Lucifer's brothers).

A lot of discussion and chaos, some believing that the fruit coming from the unholy union between a Fallen Archangel and a Corrupted Human would be the Anti-Christ herself, they wanted to "cut evil at the root" fearing that it could bring problems in the future, others trying to be more sensible, after all she was just a baby and should not be condemned for her parents' sins.

Sera agreed with the latter, and the reason for her empathy was her little sister Emily (who was also a baby at that time), but she remained quiet throughout the discussion as she had no power to interfere in the Archangels' decisions. Miraculously, their prayers were answered, because God decided to intervene for the first time since Creation, even though he didn't show himself, everyone recognized the light that purified baby Charlie from demonic evil and blessed her with the sacred angelic glow, making her decision clear to everyone.

Remembering that Angels highly value hierarchy, so the word of God is law and should never be questioned. Now Heaven had a new princess, a new Morning Star.

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No caso, a transformação em anjo aconteceria por causa do próprio Deus (sim, o vovô da Charlie, ou vovó, depende da sua vontade).

Na minha cabeça, a cena montada foi:

Charlie foi trazida ao Paraíso depois de um exterminio (ainda não planejei os detalhes do processo) e foi entregue nas mãos de Sera. A Serafim em choque, porque percebeu logo de cara quem era aquele bebê, não saberia o que fazer e foi consultar seus superiores, no caso os 6 Arcajos (vulgo irmãos de Lúcifer).

Muita discussão e caos, uns acreditando que aquele fruto vindo da união profana entre um Arcanjo Caído e uma Humana Corrompida seria o Anti-Cristo em pessoa queriam "cortar o mal pela raíz" temendo que ela poderia trazer problemas no futuro, outros tentando serem mais sensatos, afinal era só um bebê e não deveria ser condenada pelos pecados do pais.

Sera concordava com esses ultimos, e o motivo de sua empatia era a sua irmãzinha Emily (que também era um bebê nessa época), mas ficou quieta durante toda a discussão já que ela não tinha poder para interferir nas decisões do Arcanjos. Milagrosamente, suas preces foram atendidas, porque decidiu Deus intervir pela primeira vez desde a Criação, mesmo não se mostrando, todos reconheciam a luz que purificou a bebê Charlie da maldade demoniaca e lhe abençoando o brilho sagrado anjelical, deixando claro para todos a sua decisão.

Lembrando que os Anjos valorizam muito a hierarquia, logo a palavra de Deus é lei e jamais deve ser questionada. Agora o Céu tinha uma nova princesa, uma nova Estrela da Manhã.

#hazbin hotel #digital art #fanart #my art #charlie morningstar #au #alternate universe #hazbin hotel au #Sera became your mother figure here #redesign #angel charlie #Charlie takes Lucifer's place in this AU #But she is mostly looked after by Sera until she is ready #And Emily is practically a little sister #But I'm still Team Charlie's Angels #So I don't know what to do about ships #I really need help with this part #princess of heaven au

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Hello, can I make a request a soft yandere fic? I hope this isn't too specific. It's a Yandere Sorcerer OC x Princess reader.

In this scenario, a Princess is sleeping alone in her room, being forced in an arrange marriage she doesn't want to do. Suddenly, a mysterious Sorcerer OC appears in her room, and offers to take her away from her awful fate. She agrees, and the Sorcerer creates a magic bubble that engulfs her, and floats off with in the night.

Happily-Ever-After

《Soft Yandere! M Sorcerer X Princess! F Reader》

A/N : Thanks for the request anon! I do love me soft yan too so its rlly fun to write :D Your description helps me write this so dont worry it rlly helps :)

T/W : fluff content, yandere-ish, forced marriage, fem reader, praises, implied stalking, devoted yan, miserable princess reader, soft yan is best yan.

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The night were especially beautiful tonight, the twilight skies were decorated with millions of stars. The moon shined with an ethereal glow.

A pity that she couldn't basked in it's glory. Princess [Name] [Last Name] huddled herself under the thick blanket in an effort to comfort herself. Her [H/C] locks were sprawled on her pillow, crystal tears trickled from her glassy [E/C].

She couldn't bring herself to fall asleep after receiving the horrifiying news of her engagement to a foreign prince from another kingdom. [Name] was hurt by her parents' action, had they consulted her beforehand her reaction might have not be this bad.

'Who am I kidding, I'd still react like this even if I was made aware of their agreement sooner' [Name] thought to herself as another tear fell from her eye and staining the [F/C] silk bedsheet.

The princess was aware that no matter how many tears she shed, her fate has been set in stone. It shows from the king and queen sending her off to her quarters upon her outburst. No amount of begging and pleading will overturn her parents' decision.

Within a few moon, she'll be shipped off to god knows where to be wed to a man she had never met. [Name] silently prayed for fate to have mercy on her.

At last she finally fell asleep after tiring herself out from crying her heart out. She only wishes that her prayers were heard by the higher beings and grant her a way out of this marriage that was forced upon her.

Unbeknownst to her, someone did in fact heard her wishes. A person who were standing outside her open balcony, silently observing her sleeping figure.

"I'll come for you soon, Ma moitié"

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A sudden strong breeze flowed in her quarters, [Name] was semi-conscious and could hear the curtains beating against the walls along with a faint footsteps approaching her.

'Did I leave the balcony door open? I thought I had locked it earlier!' The princess panicked. Her hand clutched onto her blanket tightly as if it were her lifeline.

'Mary! Please help me! I'm sorry I didn't listened to you, I'm going to die now as a consequence of my action' She pleaded for her personal maid to save her.

[Name] freezes in place as the footsteps halted right beside her bed. She didn't know if it was the cold air or pure unbridled fear but she started shaking and were close to tearing up.

"Shh.. please don't be afraid, Ma moitié. I heard your cries of sorrow, I heard your plea for freedom and I shall be the one to save you" The voice spoked with tenderness and affection laced in it. It sounds masculined, princess [Name] assumed the person is a male.

"W-who are you? What do you seek from m-me?" She tried to sound brave but her facade fell through. It was supposed to sound threatening and commanding, a show sign of power as the princess of [Kingdom Name] yet she ended up sounding like a scared kitten, which she is.

"I am Luc Proulx, a mere sorcerer from your kingdom, my ladybird. I seek nothing more but to take you away from this unfortunate fate you had led" Luc spoke calmly, his voice was assuring and soothing her rattled soul.

Her [E/C] eventually flutered open and witness the man before her. He was dressed in a cloak-like robe with golden embroidery on it's sleeves, Luc's green irises glimmered even in the darken room. His red tuff of hair peeks from within the hood that sat atop of his head, a gentle smile plastered upon his lips.

"But.. Sir Luc, how are you going to take me away from here? Surely we'll be caught even if we hid in this kingdom" Princess [Name] asked, her brow knitting as she's in deep thought. A solemn expression paints her face when she hit a dead end.

"Please don't worry your pretty little head over it. Everything have been prepared, you needn't to stress yourself. Just leave it all to me" Luc assured [Name] and held up her [S/T] hand to place a tender kiss on it.

"Wh- y-you-" The princess was flustered by the action and fumbled to through her words.

"Will you take my hand, Ma moitié?" Luc asked as he let go of her hand. Oustretching his gloved ones towards her as Princess [Name] thought about her final decision.

Taking a deep breath, she nervously grasped onto Luc's hand. Her [E/C] glowed brightly in the night, 'she's truly a beauty' the sorcerer thought seemingly having fell for the princess all over again.

"Please, take me away to somewhere far away, Sir Luc"

The sorcerer pulled her up from her bed to standing on the floor with him and out to the open balcony. Luc plant multitude of kisses on their intertwined hand as he prepared his spell, muttering praises along the way.

"Thank you- thank you for trusting me, Ma moitié. I promise you that I shall cherish you and care for you for the rest of my life" He seems to be in a blissful state.

In a flash, they were engulfed in a magic bubble that was casted by Luc. Princess [Name] were impressed by it as she admired the scenery before her as they started to take off and float away.

"Sir Luc.. but why would you generously offered me this with nothing to have in return?" She finally asked the question that has been in her mind. It seems to good to be true.

"It's because I love you, Ma moitié. You may not be aware but I've been watching you from the very moment you piqued my interest. With each day of me observing you from afar, my love for you gradually grew. I wish nothing more than to protect you from this filthy world" Luc finishes his sentence with a gentle smile.

[Name] was taken aback by the confession, none had ever cared for her in the way Sir Luc seems to. She bit her lip, what are the odds that the gods did answer her prayer by sending Luc to rescue her.

"Thank you.. for everything, Sir Luc" She closed her eyes and finally fell into a deep slumber as they floats off into the night.

"Anything for you, Ma moitié. I'll do anything for you, rest now, love"

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#tw: yandere #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere male #female reader #fem reader

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