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[man--eater]

Hi there! I just wanted to reach out and say once again how much I admire your work. I'm also incredibly grateful for the time and energy you invest in supporting other content creators. It's truly heartwarming to see you engage with their work, offer feedback, and provide guidance. Your positivity is a beacon of light in this creative community, and I hope you continue to spread your infectious enthusiasm. I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, but I'm a bit shy.

I'm especially impressed by your ability to create relatable and well-developed characters. It's clear that you put a lot of thought and dedication into your writing, and it's truly inspiring. I always appreciate reading stories with such depth and authenticity. As a woman in my 30s, it can sometimes be challenging to stay engaged in the creative world, especially in a reality where people's feelings and artistic expressions are often invalidated. Your OC is truly incredible and inspiring. I love her personality and how you're developing her. I can't wait to see her growth and learn more from her.

As always, sending you the best wishes.

Oh my god, thank you so much for the kind words. This means so much to me to hear ;-; <3 I try to support other writers and artists whenever I can because whether it's a comment on AO3, or tags/reblogs here, having people engage with my work is seriously one of the best feelings in my otherwise stressful and busy life. It makes getting through the tough spots--the self-doubt, writer's block, demotivation--easier, because I can go back to those comments when I need them. So when I see or read something I enjoy, I do my best to let people know, because I know how precious (and increasingly rare) that kind of engagement is. Thank you!! I do spend a lot of time brainstorming and thinking about my OCs, and my takes on canon characters. Daphne is my absolute beloved, she is so complicated and private and reserved, but has such a simple yearning for things she's never known that makes my heart ache. She's learning so many things--some pleasant, some painful--and has grown a lot since she was created. So happy you like her!! I know exactly what you mean about being in your thirties in fandom--I turn 35 the first week of July, and it can be hard to find people to talk to in fandom. Especially with the resurgence of sex-negativity and antis in many fandoms; there are people who spend an inordinate amount of time seeking out and criticizing other people's ships and work, and it's just so bizarre to me. But I have found some friends, some new and some of whom I've known for several years now, and it doesn't feel quite so lonely to be older in fandom :) Thank you again, this was so lovely to see in my inbox <3 <3 <3

[the-fiction-witch]

Control P13

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SEXY

I sat on a little chair watching across the department store y/n walking around the baby department, I had given up hours ago and sat down where I could still see her. she walked around with her cart, "Y/n?" I called but nothing "Y/n? Little lady?"

"yes Benny?" she calls back as she had heard me that time

"Come here little lady," I told her so she smiled and came over with her little cart "what have you got?"

"Baby stuff"

"Yeah what you've been shopping for hours?"

"I got some tiny clothes, tiny shoes, little bottles and toys" she smiled

"Okay... why my darling is everything pink?"

"Because It's a pretty colour"

"What if it's a boy?"

"Then he will like pink" I said

"But he's a boy"

"Boy's can't like pink?"

"Yeah but... if he had only pink clothes and pink stuff it's gonna get annoying for him, and what if we do have a girl and she hates pink"

"Well. what do you suggest benny?" "I know a gender-neutral colour scheme"

"Do you?" "Black and white"

"You are not dressing our baby up like a chessboard?"

"why not? He'll match the apartment"

"Benny our baby doesn't need to match the aesthetic"

"Maybe not yours. I would like the baby to fit the... chess theme that we have in the apartment and in general when we go places"

"The baby doesn't need to fit the aesthetic benny" she laughs going back to her shopping

"So you're telling me? we go to the Us championship next year and you don't want the baby to have a little black stroller and white blankets while we walk around the hotel?" I smirked as I followed her "So people think your baby is cute?"

"People will think the baby is cute if it's dressed like a chessboard, or a bunny rabbit" she giggled showing a tiny rabbit onzie

"But... if it could be in a chess colour scheme"

"Benny you dress our baby like a chess piece I am letting it thrown up on you"

"Ohh it will. I know it will."

"fine then I will make you watch down there the whole time I am in labour"

"Fine. we should probably sort out the big stuff? like a crib. a high chair. a pram. whatever those bouncy things are"

"bouncy things?"

"those things" I said pointing to them

"That's a yoga ball benny. it's not for babies" "Then why is it in the baby section?"

"It's for pregnant ladies"

"Ooh. then what is that crazy looking thing?"

"That's for getting breast milk in bottles" she laughs

"Oh yeah, your gonna start having milk come out your boobs," I said absentmindedly and she glared at me "what? you are? Ohh does that mean I can't squeeze them anymore?" "Not very hard no"

"I best make use of my time" I smiled cuddling her and grabbing her boobs

"we are in a store!" she whines pushing me away "You want a job to do?"

"Yes."

"Go find toys"

"Toys?"

"Not plushie ones, toy ones. you're smart I want baby to be smart so go find things like what you plaid with as a child"

".... who do you think I was as a child?"

"Like the smarty child playing with the brain toys?"

"No. more the evil child that went around hitting other kids with a stick. and poking dead things

"I would have liked to have known that before you impregnated me benny"

"well now you know"

"That's the kinda stuff they send kids to doctors about?"

"Ohh they did. like four times. I would bite them"

"How old were you?"

"Like three"

"Just go look for toys benny"

"Fine." I sighed giving her a kiss and going to find the toy section "and buy more than a chessboard"

"The baby has to have a chessboard. from the moment it's born"

"Yeah but we own twenty-six of them"

".... fine! I can't choose its toys, I can't dress the baby. what exactly am I involved in?"

"you did your job, it's inside me now your jobs are building baby furniture and take care of me until such time as I birth a small human" she explained "Also we should hurry I really want a crumpet"

"The sex or the food?"

"... both"

"Five minutes little lady, then we shall go home and ... rest"

"good, Ohh I also need a new lipstick while were here" she says scampering off

"Great we'll be here another six hours" I sighed

"what was that?"

"Nothing darling"

I sat at the table going though my game, trying to get some work done, while Y/n was working on setting up the corner of our apartment. I had built the crib and a couple other bits we bought and she was setting it all up putting blankets and toys around in the little places all while she stroked her babybump, I couldnt help looking up often keeping an eye on her.

I smiled resting my chin on my hand and my elbow on the table watching her across the room, She stood sorting the babies stuff folding little blankets and hugging the plushies as she sorted it all out from the shopping bags, in her little fluffy slippers, her sweet white and blue stripped thigh high socks, her little light blue dress with buttons down her chest a couple of them undone, Her large baby bump sat so perfectly even if she often had to becareful not to bump it into things where she still wasn't use to it, her hair in the sweet intense curls fresh out of her rollers, Gently humming a little tune.

"what?" she asked as she spotted me looking at her and I just shrug "Ohh you don't have something to say?" she laughs

"You look pretty" I told her

"Sure I do" she sighed

"You do." I smiled "You look sexy preganant"

"I'm a boat"

"A pretty boat"

"Benny!"

"What?"

"You shouldn't make fun of me"

"I'm not making fun of you."

"How could I ever be sexy with this... thing"

"That thing is our child"

"Still. it's not sexy to look like your trying to steal a watermelon from a supermarket"

"I still think you look sexy" I told her "I still think your sexy. I would still go crazy if you wore that little lacy nightie"

"I can't benny it doesn't fit me anymore"

"I'm sure I can find one in your infinate wardrobe something you and baby can fit in"

"I highly doubt you will find me desireable with this" she says

"I think I will"

"I bet you won't"

"I bet I will"

"Will you now?"

"I know I will" I smirked

"Fine but if I'm right then you have to do the night feedings for three months when baby comes"

"Alright, but if I'm right, then I get to snuggle with you as much as I want. and You will make me victoria sponge cupcakes."

"alright" she nods "You can finish up, and I'll meet you in the bedroom" she smiled giving my head a kiss as she walked to the bathroom.

I sat reading my book but often getting distracted watching her walk around on her huge dress usually holding her hips or her bump. "Ooh bulbs gone" she says as she clicked the ceiling lights on

"Ahh, damn thing that's the fourth one that's gone in there. I think the fitting needs changing. Or I need to ring the landlord to come look at the electric box again" I explain

"Possibly" she says going to the kitchen draw

"What are you doing?"

"Changing the light bulb?" She shurgs

"Are you?" I laughed putting my book down watching her slowly walk over she put up her arm trying so hard to reach it but honestly I don't think she could reach it when she wasn't seven months pregnant, let alone now. I held back my laughs a little watching her try before got up and did it for her

"I was about to do it" she pouted

"Of course you where little lady" I smiled giving her head a kiss and pulling her into a cuddle resting my head on hers "y/n, you are seven months pregnant little lady. You can't do everything you use to"

"Who says I can't?"

"... The doctor"

"Well what does he know"

".... Uuuuuhh alot"

"I can do it Benny I'm not some damn invalid"

"I'm not saying you are. I'm saying you need to slow down a little be careful. Your growing a human inside you you should be resting and being careful. Don't want something bad to happy do we?"

"No. I just don't like sitting around not doing anything," she whines "I have things to do"

"I know you don't. But that's why I'm here I'll take care of my lovely lady, till baby comes Iam your salve darling I'll wait on you hand and foot if you'd want me too"

"Benny" she giggled

"No I mean it. You need to rest" I told her "now you sit down I'll make you some lunch"

"Thank you" she smiled

"Your welcome" I laughed going to the fridge taking the little list I stuck today the fridge off it was a page I ripped out one of her pregnancy books about what she can and can't eat looking in the fridge and at the list trying to think of what I could make her "now... would you like a salad?"

"No" she pouts as she sat on my chair

"Would you like... cereal?"

"No"

"Would you like... mac and cheese?" I asked before I remembered as she bolted for the bathroom and I could hear her throwing up "sorry hun I forgot" I told her "I'll make you some french toast okay? That'll settle baby down"

I went and began making her french toast the way she likes it and eventually she came back "hey, you okay now?"

"Don't mention that stuff"

"I know I'm sorry little lady, I forgot." I laughed giving her a kiss "ah... I uhhh y/n I love you And I don't wanna be rude but... I need to wash my mouth out now because, I can taste the morning sickness" I sighed quickly washing my mouth as I could taste it, it was horrible.

"Sorry Benny"

'ita fine I was dumb for giving you a kiss before you washed your mouth out"

"It's not morning sickness either it's like one pm"

"I class it as morning sickness as you only woke up like two hours ago"

"And morning sickness lasts all day," she says loitering over where I was cooking

"Then why not just call it pregnant sickness?"

"I don't know" she shurgs trying to steal the first finished bit

"Oi! No little lady its too hot you'll burn your pretty mouth"

"What do you care?"

"Well I might wanna use that pretty mouth later" I winked giving her butt a pinch

"Benny!" She whines

"What?"

"Dirty daddy"

"Well how can I not be when mummy's so sexy and beautiful" I cooed giving her a kiss on the head

[rottenist]

A few things need to be said before I write and post this. First, this is more of a backstory but I’m going to end it in a way that if I choose to start rping, anyone can continue the story with their muse. Also the pic above is Blackfeather in his vampiric form. In the story I’m about to write, he is still in human form. I AM LOOKING FOR AN ARTIST WHO WOULD BE WILLING TO DRAW BLACKFEATHER IN BOTH HUMAN AND VAMPIRE FORM SHOULD I CHOOSE TO MAKE HIM MY MUSE AND START RPING. IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW COULD DO THIS FOR ME, MESSAGE ME ASAP. Also this is just a test, please do not reblog this. All I want at this point is some feedback. @alucardvladhellsing I’m tagging you since you liked my one post. Sorry this took so long 😅

Anyway, on with the story!

It was a cool, brisk autumn night. The wind howled and screeched as it whipped across Blackfeather’s face. His silky long blond hair blew viscously in the wind. He stood there, in that dark, dank alley, awaiting his next target to exit the building across the street. It had to be almost 3 in the morning. Why was this man still awake? And why was he here? These were just a couple of things Blackfeather pondered as he waited. He soon became lost, deep in thought. He began to think about many things. Mainly his past…

Twenty years ago, an eight year old Blackfeather stood in the doorway of the kitchen as he watched his dear mother cook. She was about 30 at this time, her porcelain white skin was close to flawless. Her green eyes were soft yet striking at the same time. And her long blond hair, which was almost down to her bum, was braided into a crown making her look ethereal.

“Have patience my dear, they will be done soon” she said, chuckling. She could clearly tell how impatient he was getting.

“I’m trying mother but you know they’re my favorite!” He said as he took a big whiff of the sweets she was making. He stepped into the kitchen and had a seat at the table, continuing to watch his mother cook. Blackfeather loved his mother dearly. His father left when he found out she was pregnant with him, he wanted nothing to do with him. His mother was always making up excuses and defending him. Blackfeather was a bright little boy and could tell she still loved him, that his absence hurt her immensely. His heart went out to her, and he vowed one day he would make something great out of himself so he could take care of his mother and repay her for everything she has done for him.

“So how is school going my love?” she asked, in a way that implied she already knew the answer. She always knew everything, she could read Blackfeather like a book.

“It’s fine mother.” His reply was short, his voice monotonous.

“I know you, my son. I know when something is bothering you. Tell me. Have those Smith boys been giving you trouble again?”

Blackfeather cringed at the name. “Smith”. One of the wealthiest families in the land. Definitely not the nicest people. Mr and Mrs Smith had two twin boys, David and Nicholas, as well as a daughter, Bella. They all attended the same prestigious school. David and Nicholas tormented Blackfeather relentlessly, destroying his books and pushing him around like he was a worthless sack of meat. They teased him about his father, telling him the reason he left was because he hated the thought of raising a worthless son. And all the while, day in and day out, Blackfeather tried his best to ignore them.

“Honey?” His mother’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“Those boys are always giving me trouble. I don’t know why.. I’ve done nothing to them..” His voice trailed off at the end, causing his mother’s heart to ache for him. She hated the thought of him being bullied like that. But in this day and age, a single mother’s word doesn’t mean much. She was extremely lucky to even be able to send Blackfeather off to such a prestigious school. Her parents had left her a small fortune when they died about 11 years ago. A fortune she used to buy a beautiful house in the upper city and send Blackfeather off to one of the best schools in the nation. A fortune that was running thin.

“It doesn’t matter, though, mother. Someday I’m gonna do great things and they WILL respect me.” The determination in his voice was genuine and deep.

“My dear, you do not have to be so great to be respected. Someday there will be people who enter your life and will love and respect you just for being who you are. You are a wonderful boy, my love. Know that I love you will all my heart.” She looked over at him, flashing that warm smile that always made Blackfeather feel better, no matter what the situation.

“I love you too moth-”

Before he could even finish his words, there was a loud banging at the front door. A frightened Blackfeather ran to his mother, clinging to her hip.

“Who is it mother?” He asked in a small, weak voice.

“I don’t know my love, let’s find out. Stay behind me” She walked into the living room, Blackfeather right behind her, and approached the front door. That’s when she heard a familiar voice.

“VICTORIA! VICTORIA WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. DID YOU THINK YOU COULD HIDE FROM US FOREVER? OPEN THE DOOR AND WE MIGHT JUST SPARE YOU.”

Absolute terror filled Victoria’s heart. She knew that was a lie. If she let them in both her and her son would be killed. She could feel the panic filling her heart. She kneeled before Blackfeather.

“Listen to me very carefully. You need to run. Run and hide somewhere not even I will be able to find you. Stay there and don’t come out until you hear me tell you it’s safe. I mean it, no matter what you hear no matter what happens, do not come out.” She tried to contain her fear but knew she was failing.

“Why mother?! Why? Who are those men?! I’m scared, mother..” Tears began rolling down his face.

“Marco!” The sound of his name surprised him. She only called him that when she was upset with him. He looked at her, waiting to hear what she had to say.

“My love I need you to be brave. Please. PLEASE, do this for me. Go hide and do not make a sound. I will come find you when it is safe.” The banging continued, growing louder with each pound. Blackfeather nodded and ran off to go hide. Tears were endlessly streaming down his face. He feared for his mother, for himself.

Victoria remained right there, still on her knees. She knew she was going to die, she just didn’t have the heart to tell that to her son. Tears began filling her eyes. Not because her life was about to end, but because she feared for her son. Where would he go? Who would look after him?

“I love you so much Marco. More than anything in the world. I hope you never forget that…” she whispered to herself.

There was a loud bang as the door flew open. Three men walked in. The lead, a tall brooding intimidating man, walked to Victoria who was still kneeling on the floor. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her up, causing her to whimper in pain. He brought her close and whispered in her ear. His hot breath disgusted her and sent shivers up her spine.

“Why hello there Victoria. It’s been awhile hasn’t it? 8 years in fact. Is this the kind of welcome you give an old friend?” He grinned as he said those words, an evil, hateful grin.

“You were NEVER a friend of mine, Vincent. I’ve always despised you. Figures Damien would send you of all people to find me. He always knew how much you disgusted me.” She let out a cold, monotonous laugh. Of course this is how it would end, at the hands of the one person she hated the most.

Vincent let out a laugh of his own. A sinister laugh that echoed through the entire house. “You haven’t changed a bit. So feisty, always speaking that mind of yours. Are you really in a position to be spewing such hate at me?” He leaned in and licked her neck causing her to wriggle in disgust. “Mmh you taste as beautiful as you look.” He shined that devilish grin again.

Victoria’s fear was replaced with anger. “Get off me you filthy pig!” She tried to break free but he was too strong. She clawed at his arms until he bled but he only held her tighter.

Vincent became annoyed. “Struggle all you want, you won’t be leaving here alive. I just want you to know how much pleasure I’m going to take in ending your precious little life. Any last words?” His words filled Victoria with nothing but hate.

“I’ll see you in hell.” Her words amused Vincent. He let out a dark laugh as he unsheathed a dagger from his belt. He pressed the tip against her neck then slowly slid it across her neck. He wanted her to suffer til her last breath. The life quickly drained from her. He held her there for a bit as he savored the moment. Her warm blood spilled out everywhere, pooling around his feet. When he finished, he shoved her body to the floor and began to walk back towards the door. “C'mon boys, we’re done here.”

It was hours before Blackfeather emerged. He walked downstairs in search of his mother. “Mother!? Mother where are you?!” He called for her again and again with no response. He walked into the living room and what he say changed him forever. His mother’s lifeless corpse lay in the middle of the floor, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. There was a gaping slash across her neck. Her face had turned blue and her eyes had partially rolled back into her head. The image of her will forever be etched into his mind. Tears instantly filled Blackfeather’s eyes. A painful lump formed at the back of his throat as he began weeping uncontrollably. He tried to scream but no sound came out. E slowly walked over to his mother and knelt beside her.

“M-mother… why… WHY…” He could barely talk over his sobs. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. It was limp and cold to the touch. A mix of emotions filled him. Anger, sorrow, hatred. He was confused. His mother was the sweetest woman alive. Who would do this? Why? There was only one thing he knew for sure: he would find whoever did this and end their life, as heinously as they ended his mother’s.

Years passed. Blackfeather’s life became one filled with hardships. He was just a boy after all. Since he had nowhere to go, he had to learn how to live on the streets, how to steal, how to manipulate. Anything to survive. The only thing that kept him going was the deep desire to avenge his mother, to make her murderer suffer.

He lived on the streets for 10 years, until one day he was approached by a man who made an offer he just couldn’t refuse. Apparently the man had heard about his mother’s brutal murder. He claimed she was a friend of his, and that he had been searching far an wife for him. His offer was this: join his organization of assassins and in exchange he would assist Blackfeather in avenging his mother’s death. Blackfeather didn’t hesitate to accept. Truth is, he knew nothing about his mother’s murderer. He had no clues and no leads. What’s there to lose?

He spent five years of training. They were the hardest five years of his life. He was pushed to his limits, and then pushed even farther. He was beaten and berated. Yet in the end he was thankful. Despite the extreme hardships he endured, he was transformed in one of the deadliest assassins in the entire world. It wasn’t long before everyone knew the name Blackfeather.

Five more years passed. Blackfeather was the best assassin in the entire organization. He had completed countless contracts, and to be honest, he enjoyed what he did. No, he did not enjoy killing innocent people. He enjoyed killing the scum of the earth, those who genuinely deserved it. Each target had committed the most heinous of crimes and had to be stopped, in order to end the suffering of their innocent victims. Or so he was told. Lately Blackfeather had been doubting his master’s motives, doubting himself. But he just pushed those thoughts aside. All he cares about, even after all these years, was finding his mother’s killer and ending his life.

Blackfeather was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice his target leave the building and start walking in the opposite direction. “Oh bloody hell” he sighed, quite annoyed with himself. If he lost the target, his master would be furious. He quickly followed his target, sticking to the shadows like the stealthy assassin he was. His target, a short stocky middle aged man, turned down a dark, narrow alley. Blackfeather didn’t hesitate to make a move. He swiftly, quietly ran up behind the man and wrapped an arm firmly around his neck. The man didn’t struggle, didn’t panic, he merely let out a small gasp. This confused Blackfeather, but he paid no attention.

“Any last words old man?” He said as he reached for the dagger on his belt, then pressed it against the man’s throat. He waited for a response but got nothing. This also confused Blackfeather. His targets always begged for their lives like the little worms they were. What was wrong with this guy?

The man merely chuckled, confusing Blackfeather even more. “They’re using you, Marco. I know you see it too, I know you’ve been doubting them, doubting yourself. Always watch your back, or one day you’ll find a knife in it.” The sound of his real name shocked Blackfeather. No one knew his real name, not even his master.

“How do you-” before he could finish his sentence, the man grabbed Blackfeather’s wrist and forced the dagger into his own throat. Blood sprayed out everywhere, all over Blackfeather, staining his face and hair. He let the man fall to the ground, he died laughing. This sent shivers up and down Blackfeather’s spine. He just stood there staring at the lifeless corpse in front of him, in complete and utter shock.

“Well well well what do we have here?” A voice echoed from the shadows. Blackfeather quickly spun around. “Who’s there?!” He barked. Silence. “Show yourself at once!” He yelled, anger filling his voice. He was filled with an array of different emotions he didn’t know how to deal with. For the first time in a long time, Blackfeather, the greatest assassin in the world, was scared.

Suddenly a figure emerged from the shadows, a face he never seen before.

“Who are you?”