#This the first time you will see me defend BURIED SECRETS.

[daradiostarzz]

Watching literally my 4 children getting ragged to hell by this shit writing in this series is seriously like watching puppies getting drowned wtf is this series on bro....

[ayyy-pee]

ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember.��

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

or

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam. 

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master. 

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you. 

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you. 

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members. 

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for. 

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked. 

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him. 

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk. 

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder. 

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night. 

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line. 

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement. 

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves. 

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be. 

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning. 

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him. 

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison. 

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you. 

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose. 

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you. 

[f0point5]

Lando Norris x reader Masterlist

Only rumours ‘bout my hips and thighs - News of Y/N and Lando’s budding “relationship” hits F1 news

It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got - Rumours about Lando and Y/N heat up. Meanwhile, Y/N is skeptical about Lando’s friendly overtures

You will take the long way - Y/N discusses her secret, and Lando lets out his frustrations with Max

At least I’m trying - Y/N catches up on the new season of Drive to Survive, while Lando makes another effort to befriend her

Gain the weight of you - Y/N ties up loose ends as the stage is set for the relationship to go public

You told your family for a reason - Y/N arrives in Bahrain, and the deception deepens

The jury’s out - Y/N meets more people in Lando’s life with mixed reception, and attends her first race

(They) find something to wrap (their) noose around - Lando is subject to some controversy, which means Y/N has to step in, whole fighting to stay in her comfort zone

You don’t know how nice that is…but I do - Y/N attends the race where she makes an immediate connection with Oscar, and Lando makes an ill-advised move to impress her

You don’t feel pretty, you just feel used - Y/N finds herself in high demand, much to her dismay, as she heads to Australia for the next race

I’m feeling like I don’t know you - Lando’s feelings about how Y/N is spending her time in Australia bubble over

New to town with a made up name - Y/N does a Q&A

Every time you shine, I’ll shine for you - Lando secures an amazing result at the Australian Grand Prix, while neitzens discuss his new relationship.

That old familiar body ache - Y/N is forced to get back to work, which includes seeing Lando

The rust that grew between telephones - Y/N’s campaign debuts while she and Lando are in Japan. Lando searches for answers for what happened in Monaco

It’s hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound - Y/N skips the Japanese Grand Prix and puts her job in jeopardy

Did you see the photos? No, I didn’t but thanks though - Y/N is forced to defend Lando from gossip, while her position as his girlfriend remains precarious

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you aware - Max F weighs in on Lando’s troubles, while Lando finds he and Y/N have a common interest

Lights, camera, bitch smile - Y/N puts on an impressive show at the Grand Prix. Lando’s jealousy gets the better of him, leading to a frank conversation

Don’t you worry your pretty little mind - Y/N reaches out to Lando when he is the subject of online trolling to offer support

I did my best to lay to rest - Y/N and Lando get closer in Miami, but the increased publicity may lead to things being unearthed that Y/N would like to stay buried

I was grinning like (he’s) winning - Y/N watches Lando become a Grand Prix winner

You can’t talk to me when I’m like this - Lando wins the Miami Grand Prix, but a misstep means Y/N is not part of the celebration

I never grew up, it’s getting so old - Oscar steps in to help when Y/N and Lando aren’t speaking

Can (he) see right through me? (I) see right through me - Y/N takes Oscar’s advice and opens up to Lando

Our secret moments, in a crowded room - Y/N and Lando spend time together while Monaco hosts the Historic Grand Prix

They’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down - Fans speculate when Y/N and Lando are not seen together and she misses the Imola Grand Prix

It’s nice to have a friend - Y/N has a busy week in the South of France, and Lando tries to be supportive as the two plan to keep the rouse going when his family comes to town

I spy with my tired little eye - Y/N attends the Monaco Grand Prix

We might just get away with it - Y/N remains in Monaco with Lando to keep up pretences

Telling me to punish you for things you never did - Lando arrives alone in Canada while the internet finds out Y/N has been spending time with Freddie…and so does Lando.

Love’s a show, but I would die for you in secret - Father’s Day brings Y/N closer to understanding Lando, and letting Lando understand her

Braced myself for the goodbye, (…) but you took me by surprise - Y/N attends the Spanish Grand Prix. After a disappointment, Lando receives some tough love

But God, I love the English - Y/N accompanies Lando to the UK, and he supports her as the quadrant collaboration goes live

[russo-woso]

Keep it a secret || Beth mead x Williamson!reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Warning ACL injury

Summary You tear your ACL but amidst the chaos, can you and your girlfriend keep your relationship a secret?

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It had been a thrilling match to say the least.

England had been playing against South Africa in Coventry.

The bright lights of the stadium shone on the grass, the stadium lit up with hopeful fans.

You looked up after the whistle had blown to indicate substitutions.

You watched as Beth, your girlfriend, left the pitch alongside your sister, Leah.

You and Beth had been dating for just over six months but had decided to keep it all a secret.

That way you didn’t have to face the chaos from your teammates or the media.

And it also meant that you got some time with Beth before your sister threatens to kill her, the usual Leah liked to do to your past partners.

Your cheeks reddened as Beth sent you a wink once she’d sat down.

The game soon carried on the game soon became your main priority again.

As a defender, you were constantly running up and down to stop the ball getting to the box.

You were so focused on the match, putting your body on the line to stop the ball getting by.

So when South Africa had a perfect ball through, you ran as fast as you could to catch up but your hopes of stopping a goal came tumbling down when you ended up tumbling down.

A searing pain ran through your body as you grabbed your knee.

You smacked the floor in anger, your face buried in the floor.

You knew what you had done, you’d heard enough description of it from Leah and Beth.

Alessia was the first to you, your best friend always knowing when your injuries were bad.

She waved the medics immediately, sending leah a panicked look.

You felt a hand on your back and turned to look at Beth.

Beth had clearly ran from the bench to see if you were okay.

“Beth?”

“I’m here, love.”

“I’ve done it. I know I have.” You cried, grabbing ahold of Beth’s hand as she moved your head into her lap.

In that moment, Beth didn’t care if she was revealing your relationship. She just wanted to help you and you didn’t care either, wanting to be as close to Beth.

The medics brought the stretcher on, helping you on before carrying you off, Beth staying by your side, kissing your head.

You went straight to the hospital, knowing your mum was in the crowd so she could drive you home.

Beth and Leah went with, Leah not saying a word.

Once the scans were done, you were sent to a room where the three of you sat patiently.

“I’m gonna go grab some coffee, want one too?” Beth asked, standing up from her seat.

“Please.” You whispered, sending her a weak smile.

You looked over at Leah, expecting her to say something but instead, you were met with silence.

She was gazing out the window to the city that lay outside.

“So… you and Beth?”

“Yeah… listen Le, I’m sorry. We were going to tell you at some point. We just wanted some privacy to explore what we wanted with each other first.” You explained, watching Leah nod.

“I’m your big sister, Y/N, I thought we told each other everything?”

“We do, Leah, I promise. Just not Beth, we wanted to have a bit of time together alone without anyone knowing. Mum doesn’t even know.” You continued your explanation.

“Does Alessia know?”

You shook your head, Leah sending you a surprised look.

“If Alessia doesn’t know then you really must have wanted to keep it private.” Leah said, knowing you tell Alessia everything and anything.

“We really wanted to. I’m sorry.”

“Are you happy?”

“So happy. Le, Beth makes me laugh, she makes me smile when I’m sad, she’s just…incredible. There’s no true word that explains how happy she makes me. Please give her a chance, I know you’re protective but you know Beth, she’s a good one.”

“I’ll still have words with her, but if you’re really that happy then I think I can give her a chance.” Leah told you, sending you a smile.

“I would get up and hug you but I don’t really think I can.” You joked but before you could even finish, Leah had jumped up and wrapped her arms around you.

“Just think, if you and Beth get married, me and her would be sister in laws.”

“You would.” You agreed, watching Beth walk into the room.

“Hi, sister in law.” Leah said

“She’s okay with it?” Beth questioned, looking at you.

You nodded excitedly, watching a massive smile appear on her face.

“You’re still getting the big sister talk though, Mead.”

“Of course I am.”

[wileys-russo]

Alanna kennedy "did you just call her babe?" Café

secrets out II a.kennedy

you woke to the sound of your alarm, blinking tiredly and reaching out blindly for your phone. smacking around on the nightstand for a moment you eventually found it, tapping stop and exhaling deeply.

you draped an arm over your face with a wince as there was a gust of wind through the open window causing the blinds to swing and a ray of sunshine to hit you right in the face.

blinking a few more times and rubbing at your eyes you let out a large yawn as the body in bed beside you shifted, a long tanned and tattooed arm stretching over your stomach where your shirt had ridden up.

you glanced beside you with a smile seeing the blondes eyes closed as her nose twitched every now and then, lips parted ever so slightly as she breathed steadily in and out, not even stirring at the sound of the alarm to your amusement.

pushing the duvet off you a little with a stretch your fingers absentmindedly traced the little pieces of art sporadically scattered across the defenders arm. you could tell she had started to awaken as her grip tightened and you continued your tracing.

you knew she was properly awake as her arm accidentally moved upwards, her knuckles grazing your naked chest as you shook your head.

"good morning alanna." you spoke with a knowing smile as the taller girl rolled over a little more hiding her face in the pillow as you knew her own lips would be curled into a smile of their own.

"lani!" you laughed as her hand moved now definitely on purpose, slipping even further up your shirt and squeezing your left boob.

"mm i'm still sleeping, this is shaping up to a fantastic dream." the defender sighed rolling onto her side again and keeping her eyes closed but sure enough there was a smirk on her lips as she repeated her previous action and you pushed her away.

"very charming kennedy." you pushed at her shoulder as she cracked one eye open, arm wrapping around your waist again and pulling you into her, embracing you properly as your nose tucked into her collarbone and you placed a gentle kiss to the warm skin.

"good morning." the girl mumbled and you laughed as her hands moved again, this time to squeeze teasingly at your ass as you pushed away from her.

"you're insatiable its eight am." you tutted, sitting up and running a hand through your hair pushing it to one side of your head. "yeah and? perfect time for a morning quickie." the australian grinned now properly awake as she moved you on top of her.

"not when we've got plans at nine lans." you patted her chest with a condescending smile as her own grin was wiped off her face. "what! since when?" she propped herself up a little on her elbows with a frown.

"brunch and the sunday markets with the girls, and we need to drive separately so you have to take me home first." you reminded as the blonde let out a long and tired groan. "you did hear me say quickie right? emphasis on the quick." she tried again, tattooed hands sliding slowly up your thighs which straddled her hips.

"mm nothing quick about anything with you lani, your pace is terrible on and off the pitch." you smiled teasingly, grabbing her hands right before they could dip beneath the waistband of your underwear and pushing them away.

"excuse me!" the australian scoffed in offence and before you could blink she'd effortlessly flipped you so you were now pinned beneath her. "what i might lack in pace i make up for both in strength and stamina, you'd know that better than anyone babe." the blonde grinned wolfishly as her lips ghosted yours and you shook your head.

"i told ras to pick me up for breakfast, she'll be at mine in half an hour." your hand pressed against her chest as she chased your lips for a kiss, apologetic smile on your face as the blonde flopped down on top of you, face buried in your shoulder with a groan.

"well why would you do that!" she huffed rolling off of you and sitting back up with an annoyed glare. "because my post game plans didn't include waking up not in my own bed and we organised breakfast on friday!" you laughed in defence as alanna let out one final long and loud groan, throwing off the duvet and slipping out of bed.

"you and your little social battery are killing my sex life i hope you know that." alanna sighed dramatically with a shake of her head and a stretch. "oh sorry was the six orgasms last night not enough for you kennedy?" you raised your eyebrow in challenge as she padded back over toward you.

"only two of those were mine, pillow princess." the defender smirked teasingly, leaning over you to grab her phone and stealing a kiss as she did. "pillow princess!" you scoffed in disbelief as the australian shrugged.

'hey, i didn't say i was complaining about it babe."

~

"whats that on your neck?" hayley frowned as you slid into her car, trying not to let the shock register on your face and silently cursing a certain blonde defender you'd just kissed goodbye about ten minutes earlier.

"nothing, just a birth mark." you flipped your hair to the side she was inspecting as the older girl hummed, slight smile on her lips as she decided not to push too much and changing subjects as she pulled out of your driveway.

"of course she's late." alex sighed with a shake of your head as you, hayley, esme, chloe and ellie sat around waiting for alanna who was yet to arrive.

"i'll go order, no help all of us being grumpy and caffeine deprived." you smiled, the coffee dates all too regular among your group of friends as you knew their orders mostly off by heart.

"how is it you can't remember your shorts but you remember the entire teams coffee order?" ellie teased as you stood, shoving her head to the side as you passed her and headed for the counter.

the shorts issue in question was once again alanna's fault. waking up after one one of the first times you'd fallen into bed with her you both realised you'd overslept and were running late, hurrying to get dressed and look half presentable as you zipped off to training, separately of course as nobody but the two of you were aware of your arrangement.

not having planned anything out you had to steal clothes off the blonde aussie which given your glaring height difference was easier said than done, alanna's kit shorts more like jorts on you you'd had to abandon any at all and go with a pair of bike shorts instead.

whatever that arrangement was though both of you seemed to be too scared to ask. some days it was merely a text at three in the morning, manchester blurring past as one of you zoomed over to the other and you'd spend the night together but gone again by the time the sun rose.

other days you'd spend nearly every waking hour messaging back and forth, sneaking off for dinners together or catching a movie after training, dismissing invitations to hang out with your friends with half assed excuses.

"well well well, look who finally decided to show up!" chloe started a slow clap as alanna arrived, rolling her eyes and bowing sarcastically. you gestured to her coffee which sat beside yours as she took the empty seat on your left, smiling gratefully.

"thanks babe." she subtly squeezed your knee under the table but the nickname was not as easy to hide. "did she just call you babe?" ellie was right onto it with a raised eyebrow as alanna paused mid sip, eyes darting to yours apologetically at the slip up.

"yeah, so? she's an aussie they're far too friendly!" you joked to try and cover up but it didn't seem you were going to get off that easily. "mmm but i don't call you babe? am i not aussie enough for you?" hayley smiled smugly as alanna glared at her from the corner of her eye.

"you can call me babe if you like ras, didn't know you'd be so hurt!" you quipped back teasingly as alanna's hand again squeezed your knee but you knew this meant something different all together.

"right. so the matching hickies is just another friendly aussie tradition we've missed out on then?" alex smirked at you from the other end of the table as you winced.

"and the sharing clothes? lani i too would love to have a browse through your wardrobe if you're in such a generous giving mood." esme grinned tugging on the string of the hoodie you wore beneath your puffer vest which was in fact not yours.

"AK...hm those don't seem like your initials now do they?" ellie flipped your wrist over and traced the letters embroidered on the sleeve as alanna let out a deep sigh from beside you, both of you well and truly caught out.

"you will need to save all your questions for the incoming press conference after we've had a coffee and some food!" the australian warned sternly, but her arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively pulling you a little closer as whistles sounded around the table and your face blushed bright red.

"see i told you they were together, you owe me fifty bucks greenwood pay up!"

[kiryoutann]

disclaimer and cw: fem! reader. one-nightstand, unplanned pregnancy, vomitting.

CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST.

journalist! reader, abandoning her draft of an article about SpecGru's (your favorite hockey team) recent win, is forced by her coworkers to "have some fun" AND got dragged to a party. seated around a table full of alcohol that your friends have ordered, loud music blares around you almost to the point of damaging your eardrums.

they say you deserve it - something about how they know you're burying yourself in work not only because you're a workaholic and a huge fan of SpecGru, but also to distract yourself from your recent breakup with your cheating ex.

"honey, you need to forget him, at least just for tonight! look around you, that guy over there has been eyeing you for a while. why don't i hold your drink so you can say hi to him?" one exclaimed, and the others cheered in agreement.

at first, you were reluctant, continuing to plant your back against the back of the couch as if glued to it. but, glass by glass, the alcohol lowers your inhibitions and ability to think rationally. you then slam the glass on the table and approach the brunette with confidence, your friends' cheers ringing out behind you.

so why is it that when you wake up in a strange room - with strange walls and an even stranger bed - the man next to you is a blonde?

you would've just shrug this off and slip out of the bed like any other woman after a one-night stand if he was someone else. but, you recognize that face everywhere - that stubbled jaw and inked left arm peeking out from under the covers. simon riley, SpecGru's top defender.

this must be a dream, you think. this must be some weird, absurd dream you harvested after spending too much time in front of your laptop browsing about him outside of his athletic abilities (whether he's actually single, dating rumors, or some secret Instagram account he has). cause, honestly? out of all the pretty guys in SpecGru, simon is the one who catches your eye.

you slap yourself lightly, intending to wake yourself up from this too-good-to-be-true dream. one slap. two slaps. and the third one is so hard that the said man shifts and grumbles in his sleep. before you can get out of bed, he opens his eyes and looks at you confused.

"uh.. hi," you try, wincing at your own nervousness. "i'm.. well, i'll be going now."

you don't give simon time to respond because the next thing you know, you're already gathering your clothes and heading out of the five-star hotel room.

and of course. of course simon has to give you a "souvenir". cause two months after, you're sitting on the toilet with a positive pregnancy test. you've had your suspicions, but now that you have proof to hold, the fear creeps into your spine.

the cost of living alone is enough to put a dent in your bank account, let alone having a baby? with the father somewhere far and you can only see him on television every time he plays at the hockey rink.

yet, turns out, SOMEHOW, simon isn't as far away as you thought.

two weeks in limbo considering what to do, your boss assigns you to cover this sport lunch event at a hotel. his briefing is short, but you don't think anything of it. probably because you already have a lot on your plate. besides, going means more bonuses for you to receive.

but boy, it's a disaster at first sight.

simon fucking riley is there, with a few of his teammates. his presence is hard to avoid as he stands like a fucking mammoth in the room. you're smaller than him, so you hope, pray to god and the gods in the sky that your size makes it hard for him to spot you (if he even remembers you).

misplaced optimism, apparently. because firstly, simon has the eyes of an eagle. and secondly, for some reason, he remembers you (or even remembers everyone he's ever slept with? you wonder what he's got stacked up in his hippocampus.)

fucking eggs. the second you smell it, you feel your breakfast kicking, wanting to breach your throat. you excuse yourself, walking briskly towards where the toilets are probably located. out of the corner of your eye, you see simon get up from his chair, but you couldn't care less when you're at risk of staining the expensive marble.

"ma'am?" a deep voice called out to you. simon. you felt the stomach acid reaching the tip of your throat now.

to make the day better, this stupid hallway is too long, and simon turns out to be quite determined in his pursuit. when he grabs your hand, you turn to him and-

you stained his armani suit with your vomit. his face was twisted in disgust mixed with shock, but his grip on you didn't loosen. drawing a conclusion, simon knew what this was all about.

well, at least you don't have to worry about the marble now.

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[purinfelix]

birthday boy ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ - pablo gavi

pairing: reader x gavi w/c: 584 a/n: just HAD to write a little something for my baby's birthday <333

You wake before your boyfriend, a situation you're still in the process of getting used to since it would've previously been unheard of. Until recently it had been the routine for you to be half roused from your sleep by the feeling of his weight leaving the space beside you as he left to get ready for training - not before he placed a couple earnest kisses on your temple though, a silent "see you soon" before leaving. In the months following his injury though, your mornings slowed down to a gradually matching tempo and the two of you were left to spend more and more time together, something you would never protest.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and letting out a silent yawn, you settle on your side, facing Gavi's sleeping figure. You can't help but smile to yourself as you listen to his soft snores, which you were sure you'd find eternally annoying if you weren't so endeared by him. You thought about the endless list of plans you had to prepare for the rest of his special day, which were still a secret to him, but for now you indulged yourself. Lifting your hand you try gently to move a stray hair away from his face, your fingers moving delicately so as to not wake him up.

"You're so cute," you whisper to him, unable to contain your thoughts to yourself this early in the morning. As soon as you start talking, you can't seem to stop and before you know it an endless string of sweet nothings finds their way out of your mouth. You talk about the day you met him, your first date, every minute detail you can remember that makes up the reasons that you love him. Finally, when you've tired yourself out and decide it's time to get on with his birthday preparations, you sit yourself up and take one more loving glance at his face. The love on your face fades almost immediately once you notice the serene expression on your boyfriend's face has been replaced with a knowing smirk.

"Hey!" you call out in embarrassment, "you were pretending this whole time?"

His eyes flutter open and he's already laughing before he can defend himself, but he still tries. "I wasn't going to, but the things you were saying were so cute and I didn't want you to stop!"

"I thought you were asleep still! How much of it did you hear?"

"Uhm," Gavi rubs his eyes sleepily, still chuckling to himself, "about all of it?" You groan in frustration, collapsing back into the bed and burying your face into your pillow. The mattress below you shifts as he slides over to you, arms wrapping around your face as he kisses your shoulder.

"I'm sorry baby, but hey, it's my birthday so you can't be mad at me right?"

"Right," you huff, turning to him with an embarrassed smile, "speaking of which, I have to go prepare a few things, and I'll grab your gift." You make another attempt to leave the bed but his firm grip keeps you in place as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, humming to himself.

"Hm, maybe in a little, this is the only birthday gift I want right now."

You sink back beside him, shifting a little so that you can bring your hand up to run your fingers through his hair, pressing a loving kiss to his temple - it is his birthday after all.

[raven2012]

-10 Years-

You were standing on the pitch looking at the people, standing in the stands.

It was the Champions League final of 2014. 

Wolfsburg vs Barcelona.

This was your dream coming true, at seventeen you were playing for one of europe's biggest Womens football teams and you were on your way up. 

You started warming up when you saw her, you were instantly mesmerized by the brunette beauty.

She was warming up and talking to a teammate when she laughed and you could see her beautiful smile.

You couldn't take your eyes off her until a teammate of yours told you to come to the tunnel and get ready to walk out. 

Once you got into position in the tunnel, you saw her again.

But this time she caught you looking and shyly smiled at you.

Your heart fluttered, you desperately wanted to talk to her but now you had to focus on the upcoming final.

53rd Minute, the first half was boring other than a yellow card for your teammate Alex Popp, but now you were sprinting down the right wing. You dribbled past the defenders and shot, the ball was supposed to meet one of your teammates heads, but instead it flew further and curved over the keepers fingers into the goal.

You sprinted into the arms of your teammates, you couldn’t believe it you just shot your first Champions League goal, and that in a final. 

After the game was over and you got your medals, you were standing on the field, looking around yourself and taking it all in.

You turned around and saw that beautiful smile that made your heart flutter. You quickly turned back around, hoping that she didn’t catch you staring at her.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned around:,, Hola Hermosa’’ You were met with those beautiful eyes:,,H..hi’’ You stuttered and readiness shot up your face. ,, Would you maybe swap shirts with me?”, she spoke in with that beautiful accent of hers and your face only grew more red.

You quickly nodded and took off your shirt she followed and suddenly you were met with the body of a goddess and you couldn't tear your eyes away from her torso. You felt her looking up and down your body until she put your shirt on:,,Adios, hermosa, I'll see you again.” She leaned in and gave you a light kiss on the cheek.

You put her shirt on and tried to stop the blush that crept up your cheeks:,, Scheisse” you cursed at the realization that you had a crush, a crush on a hot spanish lady who is on the way to being on of the best footballers ever known in history. You really were in deep shit.

You were playing at Olympic Lyon now.

And as history likes it, it was the Champions league final of 2018 and you met Alexia , now your Girlfriend, at the stadium. 

It was actually quite funny to you that you kept your relationship a secret for almost 3 years now. No one knew, only a few close family members. You both were in your own bubble, you flew over to Barcelona as often as you could and Ale came over as often as she could.

Your love life were lazy mornings, secret messages and meetings.

That’s how you found yourself in this situation. In a storage closet of the stadium you were playing in.

Ales lips were on yours and your hands on her waist:,, I missed you so much Amor’’

She kissed along your ear while whispering.  ,,Me too Schatz. I love you so much Schatz’’, Your head snuggled into the crook of her neck and you just enjoyed the warmth that radiated off her, she loved when you  used her as a human pillow. You would randomly lay your head on her lap or her shoulder or bury it in the crook of her neck.

,,,How long do you think we can keep this up? I mean like staying a secret?’’, you ask the love of your life because that's what she was, the love of your life and you were so freaking sure of that.

She kisses your head:,, As long as we want to mi amor’’ We stayed like this for a few more minutes before we went our separate ways to our changing rooms. 

It was all over now. Lyon won the champions league. you did it again, your second champions league title. 

After you let that sink in you realized the love of your life just lost the champions league final.  The next thing you did was walk over to your love and close your arms around her:,,You played so well my love. You were amazing. I love you so much.’’

She looked up and you saw the tears in her eyes. You quickly looked around if anyone could hear you: ,, I love you mi amor. And you're not sleeping at your hotel tonight. You will come home with me and then i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.’’ I whispered the last bit into her ear and could immediately see her smirk and the lust in her eyes.

,, Sí, mi amor. Te amo.’’,with that Ale went back to her teammates. 

The next morning you were really  happy to have the day off because you literally couldn’t walk after Alexia had her fun with you… 

After months of hard work it was finally the off season and you had booked a romantic getaway for you and your girlfriend. You planned everything months in advance.

You wanted it to be perfect because in a few hours you would propose to the love of your life.

The hotel room had been decorated by the staff in a very romantic manner. Rose petals were laid down in a heart shape on the balcony.

From the balcony you could directly see the Eiffel Tower. 

After your flight and a short taxi ride you and Alexia stood in front of the hotel room door. Before you opened the door you made Alexia put down her luggage and turned her around, back facing the wall.

You then unlocked the door. You made sure she had her eyes closed and led her into the room.

You leaned up and kissed her neck lightly. ,,Open your eyes’’,you whispered into her ear.

,,Oh Amor, it’s beautiful’’, she turned around and kissed you with immense passion.

You pulled away:,,Baby we can do that later, first we have a wonderful dinner to enjoy’’, she pouted until she heard that there was dinner for you both.

You lightly chuckled at that and led her to sit down on the sofa and brought both your suitcases into the bedroom.

You both sat on the sofa for a while embraced in each others arms. When dinner came you sat down at the table and enjoyed it. 

After dinner you put on perfect by ed sheeran over your music box:,,Dance with me mi amor’’ You took her hands and put them around your waist, your hands found her neck and rested there.

When the song stopped you kissed her deeply. You suddenly became very nervous as you remembered the ring in your back pocket.

You took a deep breath and led Alexia outside.

You stood on the balcony opposite of Alexia. 

You took her hands in yours: 

,,Mi amor, you are the love of my life. I have known that since the moment I first saw your beautiful face in that stadium. Whenever I see you everything lights up. You make my world brighter mi amor, without you the light would be missing. We helped each other through wins and losses and I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to imagine my life ever without you.’’

I got down on one knee and pulled the ring out.

,,Alexia Putellas Segura, mi amor, love of my life, mein Schatz: Quieres casarte conmigo?’’

She had tears running down her face before pulling you into a kiss: ,,Si mi amor, I will, i love you so much!’’ 

Now years later, you just transferred to Barcelona to be with your wife.

None of your teammates knew, but that would change today.

You were with the higher ups signing your contract while Alexia was just arriving at the changing room. She was wearing her wedding ring for the first time around the team.

She was putting her things down in her cubby when she heard Frido: ,,Alexia! Is that a wedding ring?’’

She took her hand in her own and inspected the ring. That’s when the rest of the team realized what was just said.

But before Alexia could say anything you walked through the door. Alexias face lit up once she saw you and she quickly made her way over to you:,,Hola mi amor.’’

She lightly pecked you on the lips.

Alexia put her arm around your waist as Aitana asked: ,,How long have you been together?’’

,,10 Years’’

[hanafubukki]

OT3 angst starting to kick again 😭 I mean, on one hand you are happy because the people you love are alive and well. On the other hand...

Silver: "I don't have a mother, but I have a father who raised me. We are not from the same blood, but it doesn't matter. I will always be my father son"

Lilia: "Oya, you look familiar. Do you have an ancestor who went to Briar Valley at some point ? My, my, this reminds me pleasant feelings, but it seems I'm too old, my memories is playing with me again."

Malleus: "Are you using parfume ? You do....not ? Nothing. Nothing Child of man. Your scent just reminds me of Lilia's home. It's just...stronger. Don't mind what I am saying. Perhaps I just miss this place."

Does this also means that in this Au Lilia forgot he always was Silver's dad too ? My heart- But the fact that he still found a way to give him the same name is priceless. "You have a head to be called Silver". And Meleanor and Dawn 🥲 Is Levan with them too ? What if everyone think they are dead ? (Except Maleficia perhaps. Wouldn't be surprise if she is the one who helped us in this situation to save everyone and is keeping the secret until the good time)

- 🦋 Anon

[OT3 Masterlist, specifically talking about this post.]

Ahsjskdkd 🦋 Anonie, the way you zoomed into my inbox so quickly, I was so surprised. I love it 💞🥰

So 👀 the parts that I figured out would go like this.

You turned back time and you also have the Great Seven help as well because of how the whole price and turning time worked. They can’t help outwardly but at a certain time they can when you need help bringing down what basically causes you to change time in the first place.

So to back track a bit, you turn back time. You ended up basically during the Fae versus Human war. You couldn’t stop the war, and Lilia escaped with the egg. You stop the battle with Meleanor and Dawn.

You have magic. You know how to fight because you were trained before the time was turned to defend yourself (because there was a war going on). You block the hit that would have killed Meleanor and put a healing sleep spell on her before teleporting her to safety.

You end up reasoning with KOD and returning to his kingdom. You would help heal his father and stop this war.

Even with everything, the humans turn on Leah and KoD because of Henrik. Leah is actually the one who tricks KOD to sleep in the same room as Baby Silver.

You come too late to rescue them. She dies in your arms. Princess Leah remembers the timeline from before, the one you turned and the canon one. I haven’t talked about her much in the ot3, but in the original au, you and Leah are best friends. (I need to talk about her in the ot3 😅, I can’t believe I haven’t yet lol)

She thanks you for everything and says how much she missed you. 😭

You end up burying her and return to the castle…where you see Baby Silver and KOD. You make a point to come visit them. You know make sure there isn’t dust on them and change baby silver’s clothes.

There’s actually a cute scene with baby silver if you want to know 🥰💞

With Lilia, he still travels and tries to hatch the egg as he did in canon and the ot3, you visit the egg so Malleus won’t be lonely. In fact, you end up giving some magic to baby mal when that time comes 😭

Lilia does find Silver as usual and names him and raises him. He sees Dawn but Dawn doesn’t wake up then and there. (After all, there’s no love there since you’re not there to connect them 😔)

Dawn wakes up later when Silver is a toddler and Silver finds the room they kept him in. With Meleanor, she’s healing and it takes time, she wakes up but Malleus is grown and the treaty is in place.

I haven’t decided on levan 😂😂 and with grandma maleficia, well, there’s two versions in my head. A version where she remembers you and there’s a version where you and her just became close over the hundreds of years that you visit behind the scene. Or maybe both 🤔

Silver is raised by his fathers and Malleus. He knows about his bio mom, but also he feels a connection to you. Could it be from before? When you were the one to give birth to him? Or now? When you took care of him in his cradle? He feels comfortable around you, as if he can hear your voice encouraging him to walk or feel your fingers in his hair.

Now Malleus gets a sense of nostalgia and comfort. He feels like he met you before. Maybe once upon a dream? You’re so familiar a gleam? You spent time with him when he was an egg. You would make him scarves and tell him stories. He oddly recalls a voice from a comforting dream so ago. And funny enough, the familiar smell. In my thoughts, even though the timeline was reversed back, you still retain items from that time.

Your wedding band, Lilia’s hachet, flower crown, etc. some of which, is used as a story plot later. Some used in angst and some comfort.

For KOD and Lilia, they feel as if they know you. As if they met you somewhere before. When you met them, you always covered your face so they couldn’t see you. Your voice sounds familiar but there’s no way you can be that hooded figure because they were clearly human.

On that note, you lived through the past 400 years. You can say you took steps for the future to help in the coming years of the disaster. To be ready.

Lilia and KOD feel something for you but they are confused. Is it infatuation? Is it your mystery? At one point, they are tensed around you because they think you might be a danger to their family. You know how protective they are.

It hurts to be left out and watch them from afar but you do it. You know the price you paid, but who knows? Maybe certain characters remember and will assist you?

…as you can see, I’ve thought about this alternate ot3 au a lot 😂💞🫶

[phoenixtakaramono]

ELDRITCH BILLY/ HOMELANDER THREADFIC

SUMMARY: I've written werewolf!Butcher/ vampire!Homelander threadfics before. Here's another 🔞 butchlander monsterfucking AU, this time with Billy essentially being a powerful eldritch god that Homelander wants to fuck.

CW: tentacle sex, oviposition (body horror if you squint but not really)

(The rest of the threadfic can be read here!)

If you don’t have a Twitter account, I have screenshotted the rest of the spicy half below the line break:

Q&A

You mentioned a couple times that a thread in Homelander's mind snapped. What does that mean? It's typical Lovecraftian eldritch mythos where if you gaze upon their true form, you lose your sanity. It's subtle foreshadowing of Homelander becoming more and more insane in Billy's presence. What’s the mucous-like substance the tendrils secrete? It’s like an aphrodisiac; I wanted to be funny and pay homage to the tentacle h3ntai p0rn tropes out there. It's my first try with this trope so please go easy on me, haha. What happened at the end? They destroy the world, plain and simple. This AU is short and to the point but the idea is that Billy provides revenge on Homelander's childhood tormentors. (All those scientists? Slaughtered or driven mad.) Even with Billy's offer to ruin everything, despite HL’s pettiness, there's still a shred of humanity inside HL that didn't want to see everyone dead (his logic: how can he be a god when there's nobody left to worship him?). With him being conditioned to depend on Vought and the corporation subliminally advertising himself as “earth’s mightiest defender,” HL charitably grants Vought “one last chance.” …But subconsciously he’s looking for a reason, any justification, any excuse to bury this rotten planet that’s been nothing but cruel to him (in his opinion). He’s waiting to be disappointed for the last time. He just needs that one final push to finally forsake humanity—because now it’s not his fault, you see? You did this. You guys have no one to blame but yourselves for dooming the rest of this world. (This is how, in his psyche, he avoids taking responsibility. Because he has “justification” on his side.) Whether it be Vought’s board of directors, his fans or sycophants, the constant paparazzi and public scrutiny, etc, it’s inevitable someone will piss him off the deep end. I wanted a somewhat nihilistic lovecraftian ambiguous ending and leave it up to readers’ interpretation, but you are free to imagine after Butcher's rampage and after returning earth to void, he takes Homelander who's carrying their eggs back to his realm. And they raise their half-Supe, half-eldritch terrors happily. I HCed Billy originally wanted to fill Homelander with a thousand eggs, but the human colon can only take so much. Most of the eggs end up duds and need to be pushed out/ pulled out (which, y'know, can also be fun *wink wink nudge nudge* I can't say HL didn't enjoy that—a lot), and they ended up with only a couple surviving clutch. The children can adopt a human form (with tentacles) like their papa (inheriting both parents' features) or revert to their true monstrous forms.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

[madhatterbri]

Confession | M.J.

Summary: Y/N gets injured during a standard match. Matt stops booking her and tells others that she is injured. The two argue, and he finally confesses his fear of losing her.

Author's Note: Bored? Play this. It's an AEW virtual escape room.

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms

Pure Fiction

Nick shot Y/N a pleading look when she entered the EVP's office. The look on her face said it all. She found out she wasn't booked to compete for another week. Matt blamed it on her injury. He even told others on the roster that her injury was more severe than originally thought.

To Y/N, the injury wasn't that severe. Her head hit the mat hard a few weeks ago on a taping of Dynamite. It was nothing crazy, just a misstep on her part. She was overzealous and fell off the top rope. Her opponent tried to catch her but couldn't make it in time. Mistakes happen. He should know that by now with how long Matt Jackson had been in the business.

"Another week of not being booked? Seriously? Why are you being like this? It was an accident. I was supposed to have a title contender's match, and now you are burying me," she complained loudly in their office. Y/N worked too hard for this to let it go so easily.

Matt pressed his lips together. He didn't look up just yet. He scrolled through the paper with the pen. She sat across from the brothers with her arms crossed. The older Jackson wasn't going to get off the hook so easily.

"If you have an issue with how I am doing my job, run it by Tony," Matt snapped as he went through various pages of paperwork laid out on the desk. Nick side-eyed his brother yet didn't say anything. This wasn't the first time he was a witness in one of their arguments.

The tension in the room escalated. The only noise came from the ticking of the clock. Y/N tried to keep her anger in check before it boiled over to the locker room. Their relationship was kept a secret mostly because they didn't want the others to think she was getting special treatment. Now it was laughable that she was getting anything at all.

Matt sighed and looked up at his angry girlfriend. Yet the more he looked, he could see the hurt in her eyes. He was just trying to protect her. Maybe Nick should have handled this. Their relationship made this a little messy.

"So that is it then? One small injury, and I am on the shelf forever?" Y'N snapped. Her gnawing anger started to get the best of her. "What next? You are going to book me to be some manager?"

"You hit your head against the mat. We had to end the match. That isn't a small injury," Matt defended.

"I'm cleared to compete, and you aren't letting me compete. You are treating me like a child!" Y/N fumed.

"Then stop acting like one," Matt spoke quickly. He cursed for being so careless with his words.

Nick's eyes widened as his mouth dropped. In the back of his mind, he could hear the 'you fucked up' chants. Matt was definitely going to be crashing with him in the hotel room tonight.

"Y/N, listen, I'm,"

"An idiot?" She asked. Matt opened his mouth to speak. This wasn't how things were supposed to end. She walked out of the office and slammed the door closed.

Y/N decided to watch Dynamite from the hotel room despite their fight. It was a pretty fun show. The brothers were continuing their antics as EVPs. Her eyes widened in shock when they advertised the segments happening next week. A picture of her and her opponent for next week appeared on the screen. Despite wanting to thank him, she still felt hurt about the argument.

Once the show was over, Y/N sat on the balcony. The waves crashed against the sand. She propped her feet on the railing and mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The sliding glass door opened, revealing Matt.

"Hey," he whispered and closed the door behind him. Matt raised his hands in defeat at her glare. "I'm just here to make things better,"

Matt sat on the chair and looked at her. The hurt still burned in her eyes. This was the last thing he ever wanted. Not after all the work she did to prove herself.

When she first came to AEW, she was just a tiny fish in the ocean. Week after week, she ate a loss, but one week, he saw a spark in her. She linked up with some other wrestlers and really improved. So much so that she had a shot at the title.

"I am sorry for not letting you compete," Matt apologized.

"It's fine, Matt. I saw I have a match next week. Thank you," she said. Matt grabbed her hand. His thumb ran over her fingers. He took a shaky breath.

"You don't understand. Every time I close my eyes. I see that night perfectly," he confessed. Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her. "The way you laid motionless on the mat. When the ref gave the sign that you were in trouble. All stuck in the back of my mind,"

"Matt, accidents happen. I know that it's a little more complicated given our relationship, but you have to treat me like any other wrestler," she spoke. Guilt started to get a hold of her. She was so focused on her own hurt that she didn't think of his.

"But you aren't just any other wrestler. Not to me, anyway. I don't know what I would do if I lost you,"

Y/N felt like she couldn't breathe. No one had ever told her that before. She tried to keep her feelings at bay. Her eyes watered. A few tears managed to spill down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that is how you felt. I was so focused on my own hurt that I didn't think of your own,"

A brief silent period fell between them. His thumb still rubbed over her hand. Matt led her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"We both made mistakes. I should have just talked to you instead of putting you on the shelf," he admitted.

"And I should have thought about how you seeing my injury hurt you. So what do we do now?" Y/N asked.

"Well, I am your EVP, and I granted your request. Maybe I can get a thank you," he smirked and stood up from his chair. Matt opened the window and nudged his head towards the bed. Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled. She stood up and walked in quickly behind him.

[davenportia]

part 2 of lab rats deserving better, for lack of a better title

picking up where we left off with mr. donald davenport/big d (chris and bryan, what the heck-) also HUGE TRIGGER WARNING of abuse and narcissism - donald davenport is one of the worst parents i have ever seen on disney. he makes it abundantly clear he only cares about himself and barely cares about his kids. i am fully aware that he was trying to protect them from douglas but i will say this on here because of the hate i got on the ‘say my name’ edit on tiktok. it’s davenport’s APPROACH that i am talking about. i know douglas would have been worse. with that being said… davenport always managed to make the situation about him. whether that was making a doll version of himself and making the toy company pay him god knows what amount of money for the lab rats’ action figures, or it’s an award FOR HIS KIDS for their 1000th mission that he tries to turn into a market deal with the president for his car, he always made it about him making money. even if it’s not about money, his ego never quits. when the KID’S BIONICS WERE EXPOSED, he said “i’m the brains behind it all. the smart behind the heart” (idk his exact words) and it’s like, stop talking about yourself for once. your kids could potentially be separated from each other and you’re talking about how you deserve credit for them. stfu, donald. additionally, and i sort of buried the lead here, my bad, in the literal first episode, you can see how donald had treated them for 16 years. he fed them pellet through a tube in their capsules - which was called ‘feeding time’ - what the fuck. chase LITERALLY says they’re “like human lab rats” and then they show adam in a human-sized hamster wheel. do people that defend davenport not realize that he treats his kids like animals? then after they made one mistake (going to school with no outside world experience thus inevitably causing trouble at school) and he almost sent them to an off-shore facility where they could complete their training - AGAIN, not letting them see the real world. bro, these are human kids you’re shutting out from the world. that’s like elsa in frozen possibly never evening meeting anna, could you imagine that? if you defend davenport, respectfully, unfollow or block me. no hate to hal sparks, all the hate goes to donald davenport.

tasha - my god, i love tasha. but there’s one thing that i wish they could have explored more: where the fuck is leo’s bio dad and what happened to him? so we know leo has a dad because leo says in ‘crush, chop, and burn part 1,’ “my NEW dad is batman!” but that’s literally all we even remotely hear of his bio dad. there are so many questions about this man. trigger warning real quick. was his dad absent most of his life? did tasha and him have a messy divorce? was he abusive? did they have a good or bad relationship with him? did he pass away? was he anything like davenport? in ‘can i borrow the helicopter?’ leo confides in davenport with a crush he has on janelle. davenport decides to tell tasha about said crush and she tries to help him hang out with her. after it backfires, leo is inevitably and understandably upset. “and what’s up with mr. blabbenport? i spill my guts to him and he blabs all about it” he says to tasha. davenport appears and here’s what he says to him: “you told my mom about janelle! i’ll never trust you again.” in my opinion, he could have and should have been more hurt. that could have showed us a bit more of leo’s past with his reaction. he could have said something like “i can’t believe my new dad can’t keep secrets either” or “my old dad would never have said anything.” like give us SOMETHING, disney. leo could have even struggled to tell davenport because his dad could have been a blabbermouth. we have no idea what his life was like before his mom married davenport. and tasha, when davenport was being irrational, could have said something like “this again! my ex husband always did stuff like this” or “new husband, same shenanigans.” seriously, we can get a little deeper here.

douglas: again, LOVE douglas. i know he started out at the main villain of the show along with marcus, but his CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT; BRAVO. he’s probably one of the funniest characters on the show. he just wanted his kids back, you know? give him a break. no but in all seriousness, he changed so much and became a better person. he showed he cared about the kids and saved their lives twice. donald? didn’t care that chase came home safe in ‘avalanche’ and was more excited about the money than his own kid. also the thing with perry having a crush on him was hilarious. i wish we had seen more of his backstory, though. all we know is that he wanted to make adam, bree, chase, and daniel cyber soldiers and davenport kicked him out and stole/rescued (however you see it) the kids, he faked his own death, and he partnered with victor krane to continue his research. all we get are these jokes throughout the show: “i was going through a rough patch and wanted societies to destroy each other.” in ‘sink or swim part 2’ when krane says to destroy adam, bree, and chase, douglas says “that was never my plan?” and from then on, tries to get in with and protect the kids, what did he want then? did he just want forgiveness or did he still want control over them? other than that, i don’t have much to say. i think douglas’ character was well written and had a good arc.

theresa cherry perry aka principal perry - i know she’s a terrible person but she’s so easy to like. she clearly cares about the kids but will never admit that. she wasn’t a very complex character though, i think. she was the standard mean principal who had a questionable past and 6 cats. what do you guys think of perry? what questions and/or suggestions do you have?

danielle, trent, ethan, stephanie, mrs. thissle - where did they all go?

am i the only one who couldn’t stand caitlin? like she started out as bree’s nerdy best friend but then became this like crazy weird girl everyone hates. like? you couldn’t let bree have one good friend?

overall, lab rats is a great show. clearly, it has a huge fan base and there are lab rats editors everywhere on tiktoks and instagram. hundreds of blogs dedicated to lab rats and other disney xd shows on tumblr, or loads of posts about the lab rats universe. again, chris peterson and bryan moore did a great job with what they had, but if the show hadn’t been produced by disney and the things from post and part 1 of this post had been thought about more, it could have been a MUCH better show. what are your thoughts?

[quitealotofsodapop]

I like to think that it takes a but before Wukong and DBK end up having a much needed conversation about Wukong's pregnancy and the reasons he'd kept it hidden. They didn't hold off on it until Revenge of the Spider Queen, but I don't think Wukong was exactly eager to talk about it.

I also think that Wukong ought to have had some hidden resentment not even he had been aware of at the fact his big brother, who definitely is the sort to swear he'd protect Wukong no matter what despite Wukong not needing it, hadn't been able to keep his promise when it came to Wukong's capture, torture, and imprisonment. Being thrown into a Furnace for nearly 50 years and then buried under a mountain for 500 more isn't exactly something you just 'get over', and that's just a small part of what Heaven had done to Wukong. Like... he doesn't blame DBK because there's no way he could have known... but also DBK had broken his promise to keep his baby brother safe and presumably the first interaction they had after Wukong was freed by the mountain was presumably DBK asking Wukong for help with his toddler son who was hurting himself with a power he could not control and Wukong was probably hurt by that. And he was definitely hurt by the fight they later had.

Basically, there's a lot of bad stuff that happened with the journey and the events that led up to it and I think Wukong was suppressing a lot of that trauma, and it came out in ways he didn't really notice. Part of that comes to a head during their first heart to heart when DBK is told why Wukong had kept the fact he was pregnant a secret. He still didn't know exactly how long he was pregnant, that it was indeed during the Journey and not something that came about after it, but he knows Wukong had been pregnant when he was sealed under the mountain and Wukong had knowingly kept that from him. The rest of that only came out while they were in the web, which onky served to infuriate DBK even more because he'd thought he'd HAD this conversation with Wukong already and he comes to find out that Wukong had kept even more from him.

Basically it be like,

DBK: Why are you being so secretive about this? A child is amazing!

Wukong: There's a reason I don't want this getting out, DBK! Could you imagine what would happen if work got out that the 'Great Sun Wukong' was pregnant and vulnerable!? What would the Jade Court do!? The thousands of enemies I've made over the years!? I'd be lucky if they didn't start lining up at my door to try to take advantage!

DBK: I would have protected you! You're my little brother, you could've have told me!

Wukong: Oh, like you protected me so well during the war when I got thrown in a Furnace and trapped under a mountain!

Silence, as Wukong realized what he said, and that he hadn't meant to say that aloud. He'd thought he'd gotten over that tbh.

Another thing to consider;

Wukong also missed out on 500 years of life back when he was captured. 500 years of being unable to make amends with his mate. 500 years unable to defend his people from the Fires and the hunters.

And DBK spent all that time free, married, getting invited to parties, and generally having a life while his younger brother rotted under that mountain.

From Wukong's perspective, DBK forgot about his little brother. And that def stirs up some resentment once the two reunite after DBK's release.

But the full truth is even uglier than that.

As Sun Wukong and DBK's arguing escalates, I can see DBK finally breaking down into tears.

DBK: "I wanted to save you xiandi! I truly did! Azure and the others claimed you a traitor but I Knew you would never surrender without cause!" Wukong, angry tears: "Then why didn't you try freeing me from the Furnance?! Did you just sit around for all of those 49 days!?" DBK, voice raising accidentally: "IF I DID THEY WERE GOING TO KILL TIESHAN!" *covers mouth in shock* (The room goes silent. A long-held secret having just been revealed. As if the demon king had expended all his magic to break a verbal geas/spell that had tormented him for centuries) Wukong: "...t-they? Who's they?" DBK, shaking with tears and anger: "Many. Not just Heaven... if I moved to help or defend you in any way they'd... they threatened to... "take away what I had conquered". They treatened it long before you even surrendered to the Emperor." Wukong: "Wh-who? Who would threaten that? Who knew you'd defend me even if I had surrendered-" *goes quiet at a realisation left unsaid* "No..." DBK, eyes saddened: "Yes." Wukong, now angry-crying: "But... why?!" DBK, unsure himself: "I believe... some of them suspected that it wasn't truly Heaven we would have surrendered for. We are too much alike in many ways..." Wukong, taking in a deep breath: "The Emperor he'd- He said he'd- I'm sorry..." DBK: "I know he threatened to take Liu'er away from you. Anyone with a brain could deduce that." Wukong: *nods mournfully* DBK: *deep sigh* "I suppose I could have at least visited you... buddha knows Macaque did." Wukong: "Wait, you know about that?" DBK: "Of course! He visited your mountain nearly every year on the dot. Mostly to plant peach trees and sunflowers in the soil outside and pray for your swift release. Odds are he did not reveal himself due to your falling out- Xiandi are you ok!?" Wukong, realising that Macaque still loved him even then: "NO!!!!"

I love emotionally tormenting these characters. >:3

[armoricaroyalty]

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author's note: now here are those wholesome sibling relationships we have all come to love and expect from my story!

Transcript under the cut.

Nakawe Palace // Armorican State Visit - Day 2

REPORTER | ...I'm live outside of Nakawe Palace, where the press and members of the public alike have gathered following unconfirmed reports that Crown Princess Rosalind has, for 3 years, conducted a secret relationship. REPORTER | This afternoon, Uspanian tabloid The Concordia Times broke the story of the Crown Princess's relationship with Komrebigan national—and accused murderer—Hakane Satō, also known as Mary Yokoyama. REPORTER | [offscreen] In 2013, Yokoyama was named as a person of interest in the still-unsolved disappearance of her husband, Noah Satō. She was questioned by Komorebigan police in 2013 and again in 2014, but released without charge. Blackwell Palace has yet to comment on this developing story... MARY | [offscreen] Are you sure this is a good idea? ROSALIND | Do you have a better one? MARY | No, but give me a week— ROSALIND | We don't have a week. ROSALIND | [in Komorebigo] Darling, is everything alright? You seem upset. MARY | [forcing a smile] I'm fine. [knock on door] ROSALIND | That's them, now. ROSALIND | You're late. MARY | Good to see you both. EMILY | Don't look at me! I was ready to go while he was still putting his contacts in. FREDERICK | Sorry. I was late getting back from Canarís. I ran into an old friend... ROSALIND | Well...whatever! Come in! Sit down! We need to talk... ROSALIND | So...I'm sure you've seen the news by now. FREDERICK | Heck, I've seen the reporters. They're still all outside, by the way. EMILY | Frederick... ROSALIND | Can you not be a smug know-it-all for 15 minutes? This is serious. ROSALIND | We don't know how the story got out. We're looking into potential leaks, but in the meantime, we can't allow the press to run with this. The longer it's in the headlines, the worse it'll be for the family. EMILY | I'm so sorry, Your Highness. This must be so difficult— FREDERICK | You've got friends in the press. Can't you get Vance Marshall or one of his cronies to kill this one for you? He's done it before. ROSALIND | It's too late for that. It's all over the Uspanian press and the major Armorican networks have already picked it up. Our only option now is damage control, and we'll need something big to bury this one. ROSALIND | [sighs] We need you. Both of you. EMILY | Both of us? FREDERICK | I don't think I like where this is headed... ROSALIND | [offscreen] The only thing that people love more than a royal scandal is a royal wedding. EMILY | ... FREDERICK | ... FREDERICK | Roz, are you shitting me? EMILY | Frederick— FREDERICK | You want me to propose just to bury an embarrassing story? ROSALIND | What's the big deal? You were going to do it, anyway— FREDERICK | get shit from the press every single day of my life! And you have never once lifted a finger to defend me, but I'm supposed to make major life decisions to spare you a couple weeks of bad press? ROSALIND | [offscreen] I am the Crown Princess— FREDERICK | Yeah! I know! You've never once let anyone forget it. ROSALIND | [offscreen] —I have to be beyond reproach. ROSALIND | Unlike you, I do not have the luxury of making mistakes. Everything I do has to be perfect, for the sake of the entire family! Everyone depends on me, Freddy! Do you really think the Armorican taxpayer would keep paying for your fuck-ups if I wasn't included in the bargain? FREDERICK | Oh, poor you, it must be sOoOo fucking hard being the chosen one! ROSALIND | IT'S NOT MY FAULT I WAS BORN FIRST YOU ENTITLED LITTLE— EMILY | [offscreen] [sobs] FREDERICK | ...Em?

[deathmoonpalette]

You and Hobie have been together for over two years. He's the sweetest guy you've ever met, and he treated you so well that you couldn't have asked for anything more, but everything has change.

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He was your first love, and you were his first love, how wonderful is that? You met him when he defended you from people who tormented you at the Alley way, but he ended up getting gravely harmed, so you helped him walk to your treehouse, which is your special place that treehouse was built by your beloved father when you were only 7 years old.

You assisted him in sitting on your comfy mattress and locating some medical supplies to treat his wounds.

"Why are you doing this? Isn't I a stranger? You bring me to your treehouse?" Hobie inquired.

"Because you helped me, and I was repaying you." You smiled softly.

You let him remain at your treehouse that night because he doesn't have a home and is homeless.

Months had gone, and you and him had become close, getting to know each other, and your platonic friendship had evolved into a love one.

You're both just typical adolescent sweethearts.

Hobie is always talking about politics at first, you were disturbed by how often he talked about it, but as time passed, you grew accustomed to it.

When your parents have a large dispute, all you can hear is hostile shouts and tantrums you couldn't listen to their argument any longer it's the first time you've heard your parents argue.

That day... you saw your parents were growing apart, they weren't as lovely and intimate as they used to be they used to look in love, but now? It was insignificant.

When you were 16, your parents decided to separate and asked if you wanted to live with your mother or your father. You're having trouble deciding. You both adore them. Your mother will relocate to another state, while your father will remain at the house where you grew up and met Hobie.

You ultimately opted to stay at your father's house.

The day your mother left you, you went straight to Hobie, seeking his company and consolation he is the only one who will understand you.

When you arrived at the treehouse, he wasn't there, so you stayed but didn't notice you fell asleep. When you woke up, you saw Hobie beside you fixing a broken gizmo he noticed you woke up already, you both stared at each other as you look into his eyes all you can see is confusion and worry, you can't handle it any longer. You wrapped your arms around him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"What's wrong, luv?" he inquired. That petname he always gave you melts your heart.

You cried in his arm, telling him everything that had happened to your parents, and he stayed with you, letting you explain everything he wasn't excellent at advise, but he was a fantastic listener even if you rant for hours, you wouldn't hear a single complaint from him.

"It was difficult what you were going through, but always remember I'm always here for you." he said, making your heart flutter. Hobie always makes you feel safe and comfortable with him even though you only saw him as a friend at first, but after he stayed and supported you through your ups and downs you fell in love with him.

You fell for Hobie Brown.

That man never let you down when it came to making you feel special, desirable, and loved.

He stated it was his comfort area and his secret when he invited you to hang out at the spot where he always idled. When you asked him why he brought you here when it was a secret, he explained.

"Because you're special, and only people I care about are allowed here."

You also inquired as to whether he entertains other individuals at his secret location.

"Only you."

Just you? Look how he regards you as his adored person. You couldn't help but flush, so you buried your cheeks with both palms, packing it on your cheeks.

You were both sitting on the ground, surrounded by grasses and daises, facing the orange, purple sky.

The sun was setting on its own, and it was stunning.

He called out your name and demanded your attention when you were both staring at the sky.He then showed you a box and asked you to open it. It was a necklace in a moon shape with a star pendant. You gasped at how beautiful and detailed it was.

You told him it was beautiful he said he made the necklace by himself and will give it to a person he loves. And that made you feel disappointed and hurt you're expecting that it's for you.

Well, she will love it very much." You acted and forced yourself to speak normally you wanted to cry you felt insecure about the woman he loves you hoped it was you.

You positioned yourself, hugging your legs and your chin rested on you knee.

Hobie asked you what was wrong, you said nothing, you simply enjoy watching the sunset and as you closed your eyes, he placed something on your neck? It caused you to open your eyes quickly and look down at your chest, where you noticed a necklace, the jewelry he mentioned earlier.

He handed it to you and as you turned around, he was already smiling, his eyes full of affection, sincerity, and love.

You couldn't say anything, so you wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could.

You looked up to him,and he leans his head down to you, reaching your lips.

And both of you shared your first kiss.

And that day, you both became official.

I love you.

I love you too.

When you guys get together, Hobie always brings you some homemade or bought gifts.

You inquired as to whether he had stolen it.

"No, I change, how can I just steal the gifts I wanted to give to my sweet gal?"

He called you a lot of nicknames, therefore he doesn't believe in consistency?

You're terrified and nervous during your first intimacy.

However, Hobbie manages to calm you down by consoling you.

"I know you can do it, baby, trust me, okay?"

He was a patient man who was gentle at initially but turned rough as the love session progressed.

"Fuck! "You have no idea how badly I wanted to make you feel how badly I wanted you." He whimpered.

"Hobie! I can't do it any longer!" You sobbed.

When he saw you struggling and crying he came to a halt and apologized repeatedly, feeling awful for allowing himself to become out of control.

But after doing it again, you become used to it.

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Yes, he was a punk but has a sweet side for his girl.

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You were ashamed after two years of being together because you felt your partner was distant and cold.

He wasn't like that before, and he wasn't acting like that before, but why did everything change? You're befuddled.

He used to sneak into your room through your window, but now he doesn't, but why? You're clueless.

He frequently missed your dates, and sometimes he didn't show up or simply left without explanation.

He used to call and message you every day, wondering how you were, but now? It wasn't any longer.

You grieved alone every night, wondering what you'd done wrong to make him change, and your sweet hobie was gone.

You couldn't just sit there and do nothing; you needed to talk to him. And tell him all you're feeling.

When you arrived at his canal boat, you banged on his door and stood in front of it for several minutes..

He finally unlocked his door because you were losing patience.

Hobie's face flushed with surprise.

"Luv? What are you doing here?" he asked, curious.

"What happened, hobie? You didn't respond to my calls or messages, and you stopped visiting me tell me, did I do something wrong to you? That you're acting this way now?" You questioned voice trembling, trying not to cry.

He merely groaned and looked annoyed. You knew this wasn't hobie.

"I told you I'm busy, I'm busy with my personal life, sorry." he muttered irritably. This wasn't the hobie you knew, before if you talked to him about your problems he was willing to listen and figure it out and take action yeah he explained, but why does it feel wrong?

Your eyes welled up with tears.

You always give him a chance, the way you gave him a chance, the less he value you.

He knows to himself as long as he apologize, you'll always forgive him.

You can't stay with him, you can't be with him, you can't cry every night and doubt yourself.

It's adequate.

You're enough for now.

"Let's break up."

You know he's lying, but you're too exhausted to ask him.

Hobie's eyes widened, he bit his lower lip, and he turned aside.

"Okay if that's what you want."

That wasn't the solution you were looking for.

You're expecting him to urge you to stay.

But you're wrong

"I gave you my best me, my endless emphaty, and all I did was bleed... don't ever try to comeback to me, Hobart" you stated sternly.

You love him, yes you loved him.

And then you left.

You'll never comeback to him anymore.

You're losing me.

[vintageneptune92]

Burn The Shadow- 2

Here is Chapter 2- This is a long one. I really wanted to establish Gia's past. Let me know if you're enjoying it!

Rafael watched Gia from afar for a moment. She hadn't seen him yet; he hoped his presence would be welcomed. He didn't think she should be alone for this. Though he wasn't quite sure why she was going to an execution. He thought perhaps she was coming to see a case to its end.

His peace offering had smoothed the choppy waters. They were friends now, but they hadn't reached the sharing of deep dark secrets. He didn't take it personally; even if he did, he hadn't exactly been an open book either. It had hit him a few weeks after they had buried the hatchet- it was the first time in a long time he had met someone that he wouldn't mind flipping through his pages.

After the Micha Green case, she had admitted that she didn't date in High School because she was so young. Her peers didn't understand her. Her first boyfriend had been in college and it was disastrous. It was the first real bit of information about her past she had offered up. He thought he was really getting somewhere, but Lewis taking Olivia had shaken her and she was back ro surface level information when he was dying for more.

They had gotten into the habit of meeting at Forlini's to talk about cases. He loved the way her mind worked. She helped him look at things differently. Her laughter when she said "I never thought I would utter the words 'use the gonorrhea', but here we are. Though I really thought you would be able to use it." She had also vehemently defended him when Amaro had given him a hard time over Alex Muños. Gia didn't like how he went after Barba, she felt strongly that he didn't deserve it.  After the trial, she had stopped into his office with Coffee. She had set it in front of him with a smile.

"It's decaf, I figured you didn't need any more caffeine. Also, it's Irish." She pointed at the cup of coffee and  as she turned to leave, he had asked her to stay. She nodded and sat down at his desk with her own cup of coffee. He was sure it was also a little Irish's

"Thank you for defending me."

"Rafaél-" It was the first time she had uttered his first name. She said it with the Spanish pronunciation and it stirred something in him that he quickly quelled. "I knew you would do the right thing. You just needed a little more time to see it. He was one of your closest friends. It's hard sometimes to see people for what they are when they are right in front of you."

Amaro had called him. Gia had been giving him the cold shoulder since that case. His aggressiveness really bothered her. Amaro was upset she was pushing him away. He was the only one Gia told about her unlikely friendship with the A.D.A. Amaro had seen the execution notice on Gia's desk. When Amaro had asked about it, she shut him down. He didn't know who she knew that was being executed, but, he knew she would need support. He had wanted to take her and she refused. So he called Barba and asked him to go.

Her stony expression crumpled into confusion when she saw him. "How did...why...how are you here?"

"Amaro called. He didn't think you should be alone."

"I-I can't" as she stuttered, some of the chips of her armor were falling away.

"Gianna." His use of her full name got her attention. "You don't have to tell me anything. I'm just here for you." She nodded. He could almost see her insides twisting. He thought she was going to turn around and leave. She had taken a few more steps toward him and then turned and looked back from where she came until he reached out and took her hand. "I mean it. I won't ask a single question. I'm just here for you."

"Okay." She whispered and he led her into the building. They walked silently once they were allowed in. He felt his hand pull when she stopped right outside of the door. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She gave him a slight nod.

"I have to." She had steeled herself. The armor was back in place. They walked into the room and she headed to the front row. Sitting there waiting was giving Barba anxiety. He didn't know how she knew this person. He hadn't had the opportunity to look up who he was. Amaro had called him with just enough time for him to get in his car and drive. He had arrived just moments before her. His head whipped to look in her direction when the name was read, "Gabriel Pierce", but she gave him nothing. Her face was stone. As he was brought in, Barba knew there were only two options, cousin or brother. He was too young to be anything else. His final statement was only 3 words. "I'm sorry, Gigi." There was a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, but so slight the only reason why Barba saw it was because he was sitting so close to her. It was the slowest and fastest thing he had ever witnessed. When it was done, she rose to her feet and placed her palm on the glass. The rest of the witnesses quickly left.

"Take as long as you need, Detective Pierce." They knew her here. She must have come to visit, at least,  often enough. When she heard the door click, he rose quickly when he noticed her hands trembling. "I'm sorry too, Gabe. You deserved so much better." His name was uttered with a sob. If Barba hadn't stood when he did, he never would have caught her when her knees gave out. He held her tightly to his body while holding the back of her head. As her sobs shook the both of them, they cut sharply through his insides.

Gia had used a car service to get there. Barba was happy she wasn't going to be driving home. They sat in his car in silence. Barba didn't know what to say. When her sobs had finally stopped, he put his arm around her and led her out of the building.

He glanced over at her a few times and she was fixed on looking out the window. He wanted to find words to make her feel better. The urge to ask questions was eating at him, but he had promised he wouldn't. He wouldn't break that promise. He had never been so agonized by silence. He turned down her street and parked in an empty spot.

"Why did you park?"

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"I'll be fine."

"I know, but I'm staying for a while."

They walked together in silence into the apartment building. The doorman had treated Gia warmly, Rafael could see the concern flash on his face when he saw her demeanor. It made Rafael feel a little relieved that she was in a secure building with people that knew her well enough to register concern if she didn't seem okay. There was a risk in both of their professions. It was a nice building, he was impressed. She lived right near Central Park.

He followed her silently down the hall when they got off of the elevator. It registered to him that Gia allowing him into her home was big for her. Her door was red. In fact, it was the only door that was red. It looked older than the doors on the other units.

The apartment was a large open space. When they walked in, they were in the living room. To the left of the door was a dining room area and behind the living room portion was a kitchen with an island in the middle lined with 4 high back stools. Cabinets were to the left of the island and formed and L shape that lead to oven, a sink with a dish washer below and a double door stainless steel refrigerator. To the far right of the kitchen were sliding glass doors that led to a balcony. The entire area was floored with a dark hard wood. The walls were painted a pale blue, so pale it was almost white. The cabinets were painted a darker blue.

He appreciated the simplicity of it. The living room had a couch that would fit 3 people, 4 if it was a tight squeeze. There was a love seat and a large chair that two people could fit in with a decent size ottoman. The wall in the living room consisted of built in book shelves that were almost completely full. Mostly with books, but also pictures, an impressive vinyl collection and what he assumed were momentos and memories from her life. He felt like he was intruding on some of the deepest parts of her.

"I'm going to go change. I'll be right back."

"I'll be here." Her eyes lingered on him for a moment and she headed down the hall that was between the dining room and kitchen. He could tell the wall color of the hallway was the same as the rest of the apartment. He wandered over to the shelves to look at the pictures. His eyes immediately went to a picture of Gia, Gabe and another boy who was older than the other two. It was clear from this picture that Gia was the youngest and the unnamed boy was the oldest. The boys both had a sandy blonde hair. Gabe's hair was cut short, while the other boy's was longer on top and had waves to it. They both had bright blue eyes. Gia's hair was a light ash blonde when she was a little girl, her hair now was a few shades darker, but still had an ashy tone to it. He had wondered if her curls were natural, they were almost too perfect to be. He couldn't help but smile at the wildness of the curls that framed her face as a child. Her bright smile was the best part of the picture. Her eyes were a stunning dark blue. It was clear the boys were brothers. Gia could definitely be there sister, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"He was my brother." Her voice was hoarse. Barba hadn't realized that he had been staring at that single picture for so long. He turned and looked at her. She was perfectly imperfect. Her hair had the wildness of her childhood and was secured in a messy bun on her head. She was wearing short black bicycle shorts, she must have put a baggy white t-shirt on, the hem of it was a few inches longer than the royal blue hoodie she had put on.

His eyes were dragged to her left thigh. She had a large tatto of an intricate black dreamcatcher over what looked like water color purple, blue, and light turquoise. He couldn't help himself.

"Nice ink Detective." Her cheeks grew pink, the paleness of the rest of her face made it stand out more. He gave her a small half smile which caused a ghost of the one to cross hers and then it disappeared quickly.

He watched her as she walked to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle out of the freezer. She pulled out two glasses and filled them half way with the amber liquid. She opened the refrigerator and poured some maraschino cherry juice into one. As she put the bottle back in the freezer she reached in a plopped a few ice cubes into what he knew was her glass. She drank it all of the time, bourbon with cherry juice. He teased her that she couldn't drink it straight like a grownup. She had said she wanted to enjoy her drink, not prove a point. She walked over to where the couch was and set their glasses on two coasters on the table across from the couch that was painted the same color as her cabinets, but it had white roses intricately painted on it.

She looked over at him. "How...how long are you going to stay?" He watched as she bit into her half of her bottom lip. It made him realize that she wanted him there because she truly didn't want to be alone, but she was too afraid or proud to ask.

"As long as you want me to." He watched her contemplate for a moment.

"Well you might want to get at least a little more comfortable." He walked over to the door and slid his shoes off. He took his suit jacket off and hung it on the back of a dining room chair and then removed his tie as well. He left his suspenders on, but rolled his sleeve up.

When he turned back around, she was sitting in the middle of the couch with her knees drawn to her chest watching him. He walked over and sat to her right so he could sit closer to her. He could see the wheels turning in her head. She was trying to decide what to say, how much she was going to let him in.

"The other boy in the picture is my older brother Grayson." Rafael put his arm behind her on the couch and turned toward her slightly.

"Are you close?" He asked tentatively. She nodded.

"He works in finance. He, my niece and sister-in-law live in the city. Like the super rich section of the city."

"You don't exactly live in the poor section of the city." She rolled her eyes at him.

"This apartment was my grandmother's. She passed away while I was finishing my Bachelor's. She left it to me and Gray. I told him we should sell it and split the profits. He refused. Our Grandmother lived her for a long time, after my dad had grown up. Gray said he wanted me to be able to live off campus when I started my Master's at Columbia. He also said that he didn't need the apartment. He was already really successful at that point. He thought that if he let me live here when I was working towards my doctorate, that I would stay in the city when I was done. He couldn't stand the idea of me not being close. He and I have always been close. He was nine when I was born. He made it his job in life to protect me."

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. What about you and Gabe?" She slowly let her legs slide down and away from her chest. She leaned forward and took a long drink from her glass and then leaned back and rested her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes for a moment. After a few moments she opened her eyes again.

"Gabe had classic middle child syndrome. He was almost four when I was born. He had a hard time adjusting to not being the baby of the family anymore. I think it made it harder that I was the only girl. It wasn't until I was ten that we started to get along. I always felt like he hated me. I think becoming a teenager made him shift his ire from me to our parents and Grayson. Especially Grayson. He always thought Gray loved me more."

"What happened Gia?" She leaned forward again and downed the rest of her drink. When she was done, she shifted closer to him to on the couch, and then she put her head in her hands. He immediately felt guilty. He slid his hand down to the middle of her upper back and lighted rubbed circles on it. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I'm sorry I asked" She wiped her eyes before she sat up and sniffed. He kept his hand on her back.

"I want to. I need to. I can't...I can't keep this in. I've been so alone in this for so long." She swallowed and took a few moments to regain some composure. "Gabe was an angry kid and my parents, especially my mom, didn't know how to handle him. She was so hard on him when in reality, he just needed more affection. My dad wasn't as hard as my mom, but he wasn't great at showing affection to either of my brothers. Old school Italian. It didn't bother Gray. He was just built differently. It wasn't that he didn't love them, he just didn't know how to show it like he did with me. Gray had no tolerance for Gabe. I was the only one that ever stood up for him, even when he didn't deserve it. In retrospect now, Gabe is- was on the spectrum. His intense need for fairness and justice was intolerable to my mother." She paused and took a few deep breaths. He didn't dare say anything. He didn't want her to retreat again.

"When he turned 15, he fell into a bad crowd. He acted out. He was a completely different person. He shut me out  and I gave up trying. When I turned 13, he showed up to my birthday party drunk. It was the limit for Grayson. They got into a physical fight and then he took off. My best friend, Elizabeth, Lizzie, who lived in the neighborhood, spent the night that night. Grayson was dating her sister Amy. They both felt horrible that my party had gotten ruined. So they said we were having an after party. They got a bunch of pizzas, we made ice cream sundaes and watched movies and had a dance party." She wiped a few stray tears away. "It was the most fun I had in so long. I was on an accelerated program at school. It was so hard. And Gray? He just wanted me to get to be a kid for one day. To him, what Gabe did was unforgivable. The morning after, Amy and Elizabeth walked home. A few hours later, their parents called checking to see when they would be home. I remember my father taking the call, but he didn't say anything. Gray and I were hanging out playing video games. He told us that he would be back soon." She took his drink and poured it into her glass and downed it. His hand was firmly still on her back. He realized that she needed to finish this story. She needed to unburden herself.

"They found Lizzie first." Saying her name out loud must have felt agonizing. She had paused and clenched her jawn for a moment. "She had been drugged, but they had given her too much and she overdosed. They said that she likely wasn't conscious to feel what they did to her. What they did to her made me sick. I saw her body." Another long pause with a deep breath before she continued "Amy was another story. It was weeks before they caught a break. They found this fort deep in the woods. Amy wasn't there, but there was evidence she had been. Lizzie's bag was there too. And there was evidence of two unknown kidnappers. The fort they found was one that I used to follow Gabe to all the time when we were younger. At 13, I couldn't even comprehend that my own teenage brother could be responsible for something like that. There were a handful of these forts in the woods in our neighborhood. When they found more evidence at a second one, I knew something was off. Gabe had been cagey and defensive for weeks. He refused to help them search. Gray was furious with him." Barba knew where this was going. She didn't have to finish, yet he knew there were things he couldn't possibly know that she needed to say.

"That night, I remember hearing Grayson crying in his room. I had never heard him cry before. I couldn't sleep. I had to dig through the vault of my brain to recall where it was, it was as a long time since I went following Gabe around. It was just before Dawn when I heard my father in the kitchen and I went down and told him that Gabe had used those forts. They had found four of them, but I knew there was a fifth. It was so deep into the woods and well hidden. I knew they wouldn't find it on their own. My father called his partner and we met him and a few of the other detectives near the woods. He didn't tell my mother or Gray that we were going. He didn't want to get anyone's hopes up and he didn't want Grayson coming. He wasn't sure what we were going to find. When we got there, he had one of the officers take me home. They didn't want me to see either, but they needed me to show them where to go. Amy was barely alive when they found her. And what they didn't to her?" She was crying again and shaking. "I can't even say it, but it was horrific. Once they had gotten her out and secured the crime scene, my father came home and arrested my brother. He didn't want anyone else to do it. And when Gabe came down the stairs, he knew, he knew I was the one that led them there." She leaned forward and grabbed a few tissues.

"Amy died while in ICU. I almost think it was a blessing. If she had physically recovered, she never would have recovered psychologically from the torture she endured. It was sadistic" she shook her head. "As angry as Gabe was? I just couldn't see him doing something like that. He refused to give up who his partner was. My father begged him. The D.A. was willing to cut him a deal. He gives up his partner, the D.A. would take the death penalty off of the table. Gabe still refused. He said he wouldn't give up the only person that cared about him. My testimony put that needle in his arm tonight" Her hands were still shaking.

"Look at me." Gia shook her head. "Gianna Mira!" He said a little more forcefully. She slowly looked at him. He closed the small amount of distance between them and took her face in both of his hands and wiped her tears. "You listen to me right now. You are NOT responsible for this. He made the choice to abuse and murder two girls with his friend. He made a choice to not give that friend up. It was his choices that led to what happened tonight, not yours." She nodded, he stayed close to her.

"My mother, she- she told me that if I had said something sooner that Amy would still be alive. I was just a kid, I didn't know. When Grayson heard her say that? He was SO angry. It was the first time in his life he ever stood up to her. She backed off, but she never apologized. I don't think she's ever apologized for anything. She used to tell my dad and Gray that they were going to make me soft and I needed to be a pillar of strength. I was traumatized and she couldn't be bothered with feelings. She never saw Gabe again after he was sentenced. He was no longer her son. My father gave up on him too after a few years. The D.A. told him that if he turned his partner over, they would stay the execution. My father tried so hard to convince him, he just couldn't take it anymore. And Grayson? He didn't care that he was our brother, he would never forgive him. It is the only thing we ever fight over. I wasn't allowed to see him, my mother made that very clear. When I turned 18, he called me. He was an adult and time had made him remorseful. He told me that he never blamed me. He told me it was never supposed to go that far. He had just wanted to mess with Grayson. His friend was only supposed to grab Amy. His friend had panicked when Lizzie started screaming so he took them both. I tried, one more time to get him to open his mouth. He said, the only control he ever had in his life was keeping his mouth shut and that he didn't want them to cancel the execution. He was ready to be done. I asked him to stay alive, for me. He told me that I would be better off without him. There would be no more arguing with Grayson. He wasn't scared to die. He was just sorry that it was going to cause me more pain. He said he was still too selfish to put anyone's needs above his own. I had hoped that my Dad would have come. I just don't think his heart could take it. I know they spoke on the phone a few weeks ago. Neither one of them would tell me about it beyond that. The not knowing who was responsible for Lizzie still haunts me. I have nightmares all of the time. That's why I have the tattoo, I thought maybe a physical manifestation would help stop them. I don't know that I'll ever sleep again."

She grabbed both of their glasses and went over to the counter and refilled their drinks. Rafael stood up and followed her. He took the drinks out of her hands and set them on the counter and then pulled her into a tight hug.He felt her body relax in his arms. He didn't want to say he was sorry. Somehow he knew she would see it as pitty. There were no words that could be said that would make any difference. They stood like that for a while before she pulled away. He wiped her eyes again.

"Thank you for trusting me with your story. Who else knows?"

"Just Cragen. He would only let me come to SVU if I was upfront about why I wanted to work there. Though I held it together when I told him."

"Amaro doesn't?"

"No. He just saw a portion of the execution notice. He asked, but I wouldn't tell him. He asked me if I was going and I said yes. He wanted to come with me, but I told him no. I wouldn't have been able to handle him finding out"

"I'm surprised you let me come in with you, but I'm glad you did. No one should go through that alone. Your story is safe with me."

"I know. I trust you, Rafael."

"I'm glad."

"You don't have to stay."

"There's no place else I want to be right now. C'mon, we'll watch a movie." He tucked a loose girl behind her ear. Rafael wasn't leaving her alone. While she was willing to share all of that, she was also excellent at masking her emotions, likely a trait she learned so she could appease or survive her mother. She needed someone to show up for her. He was more than willing to do that for her.