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Gone and Now Forgotten: A Dead by Daylight Song-Fic Comission (Tarhos/Fem!Reader/Vittorio)

This is lyric/son fic commissioned by @prettycutebunny! I hope you enjoy!~

Song used: Peter by Taylor Swift

Long ago, he made a promise to marry you and take you away from your horrible situation. But then he forgot about you, and in turn you forgot about him.

Warnings: Rape/Noncon, Prostitution, Arranged Marriage, Slavery, Canon Typical Violence, Loss of Virginity, Unwanted Pregnancy, Abortion, Hurt No Comfort, Death

Forgive me Peter

My lost fearless leader

In closets like cedar

Preserved from when we were just kids

Eyelashes were sticky with tears and thick makeup as you looked in the full body mirrors before you. The skirt of your dress was fluffed as your breath caught in your chest, the cords of your dress tightening to uncomfortable degrees. A frustrated sigh was released and a filthy cloth was scrubbed against your raw eyes.

“Stop crying! Most girls would give anything for a chance like this! Be grateful you won’t be seeing the madame’s floors after all!” The woman that scolded you was much older than you. Much older… Or perhaps it was a hard life that made her appear as such. There were fires of jealousy in her eyes, as well as in the eyes of the younger girls that fixed your dress and brought the woman more paints to apply to your splotchy face.

Why should someone like you get such an opportunity? You always longed for greater things and yet when it is gifted to you in silks and gold, you weep. Because it is not the one you wanted?

Selfish.

“Really? You mean it…?!”

Face red, you stared down at your hand, clasped in between the slightly larger hands of the boy that kneeled before you.

“Yes! M’lady, I would take your hand as mine, if allowed…”

Your destinies were tragedy.

A slave knight.

A prostitute.

Both never to marry or to find happiness.

Destined to die low and forgotten.

Is it something I did

The goddess of timing

Once found us beguiling

She said she was trying

Peter was she lying

“Can you at least try to look happy on your wedding day?! That man decided to buy you on your name day, you can at least pretend you’re excited. This will be no different from what you were taught.”

The older woman brought her fingers to the corners of her mouth and forced her cracked, pale lips to smile. The young girls popped their heads up, smiling too, just as they were taught. Nearly a decade of training overridden the agony that you felt and in spite of yourself, you smiled too.

“See? Happy. You are happy to be wed to your new husband. You are happy to serve as his wife. Isn’t that right, little girl?” Was it supposed to bring you comfort? Or was this merely to ensure you would not embarrass the madame? You felt your tears dry up even though you felt yourself sink further into the depths of despair.

“W-What…? You’re… Leaving me…?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you stared at his back.

His hand was clasped tightly to his side in a clenched fist.

“Only… Only for a while.”

He turned to face you, already becoming sharp and broad in spite of his young age.

“I will return.”

“But… Tarhos… I’ll become a-”

“You won’t. I won’t allow it.”

He returned to you and sank to a knee, clasping your hand in between his just like how he used to.

“We will marry, just as I promised. You will have an entire company to protect you.”

You smiled.

You never wanted anyone else.

You didn’t care about anyone else.

You only wanted him.

My ribs get the feeling she did

And I didn't want to come down

I thought it was just goodbye for now

You cannot remember the ceremony. Faces and figures were blurred, voices were distant echoes in your ears. You had practiced this day for the entirety of your life, first in secret, in your girlhood fantasies, and then obligated to do so, for this very day where you were to be wed to an eccentric nobleman that could find no wife among his peers.

You have no memory of the sound of that nobleman’s voice as he said his vows, nor do you remember his face as he leaned in to kiss you. You mistook the scratchiness of his beard for another’s, and you could almost trick yourself into falling in love all over again with the boy you thought you knew.

“W-Wait… Before you go-”

Your face was awash with colour as you beckoned Tarhos closer.

A last kiss goodbye.

You wanted to memorize the sensation of his lips, the roughness, the clumsiness of his kiss…

He tried to lift up your skirt but you patted it down, sheepish.

“We… We can’t-”

“Why not?”

“My- I have to- If they were to ever find out I’m not a-”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the word.

“I understand.”

The silence between you became strained.

“...I’ll keep myself for you.”

A nod.

“You… will return? B-Before…?”

“Yes.”

“You promise me?”

“Yes.”

“Swear it.”

You cannot remember what he said on the night he left you. Did he swear to you, on your life, on your chastity that he would take as his? Did he swear on his own, promising you that he would remain yours until the end?

What would he think of you, now that you have failed to keep your promise to him? Would he still call you his ‘beloved’, or would he call what you feared the most?

Whore.

You said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

You said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

You cannot remember the night of your wedding. The feeling of the dress loosening, slipping down your shoulders and pooling at your feet, your warm, bare skin kissing the cool air before hot moisture tickled the back of your neck…

‘A man would love to claim a virgin but he would only have any sort of faith towards a whore. Remember this well, girls.’

The words of your tutor echoed in your head all throughout the night. You were a virgin, yes, and you didn’t have the experience of a practiced whore, but you were the best compromise in between the two. The perfect little wife for a nobleman who believed he was worthy of purity yet also craved the talent of a working girl.

You didn’t need to be told, you didn’t need to be asked, you just did as you were taught. You had no practice on real men, but vegetables and wooden replicas weren’t so different from the real thing.

Your new husband guided your head, stroking your hair as though he had some sort of care for you. Your mind drifted back to him, to Tarhos, and you found yourself becoming aroused only then.

Why didn’t you let him take you, then and there?

Why did you turn him away?

Now you’re giving yourself to the highest bidder.

You couldn’t keep your promise…

Said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

Words from the mouths of babes

The only thing you could remember as you laid on your back was the blank, colourless ceiling that stretched to an infinity over your head. Your mouth moved and your face scrunched up in appropriate ways, complemented by the sing-song lilt in your voice as you felt your barrier break. Tears involuntarily welled in your eyes and slid down the side of your face, staining the pillow underneath you as your body rocked like a boat in the middle of a storm.

“Fa male?”

The words meant nothing to you. You didn’t speak his language, only smiling hollowly up at him as you tried to squirm away from his touch.

How could something like this be pleasurable?

Would Tarhos make it feel different?

Or would it be-?

“Ah… Tarhos…”

His hand was up your skirt.

“We can’t-”

“Your body says otherwise.”

His fingers dig into your womanhood.

“I-It hurts-!”

He doesn’t stop.

Your face twists up as something in your gut spasms.

Your hand was full of him.

Your mouth would have been too, if he hadn’t claimed it with your mouth.

It was too much, yet-

You didn’t want him to stop.

Promises, oceans deep

But never to keep

Oh, never to keep

What would you do, if you knew, that while you were being sold off that he was in a brothel half a continent away?

With his men, they had the pick of the litter, rounding up all the pretty little girls that swooned when they saw a man in armour and taking them together.

They had sworn a blood oath of brotherhood, a bond unbreakable. What was one was one for all. Food. Clothing. Weapons. Women…

What about that oath he had sworn, so long ago?

“Oh, what does it matter! We’re here for the fucking!”

His friend laughed as he held the girl on his lap close to him. She giggled and kicked her feet as she fluttered her thick eyelashes up at him.

“There’s a dozen or more girls here that are waiting for some unwashed cock! Why would you leave a lady waiting, Tarhos?!”

A whore caught his eye, standing against the wall as she observed him and his guards. She smiled and began to saunter over to him, and his already straining cock began to pulse as he easily found your features within her own.

It was different for men, he reasoned to himself. He needn’t keep his body pure, but his heart he would. A whore is a whore, but love is something entirely different. Always he pictured your body, your face, and heard your voice whenever he bedded them. When he couldn’t, he would turn them onto their stomachs and push their faces into the cushions, so he wouldn’t hear himself breaking his solemn vow.

Are you still a mind reader?

A natural scene stealer

I've heard great things Peter

His name would be associated with death, destruction and a battle prowess that was unmatched by the noblemen in any royal army across the lands. Even you would hear whispers of it throughout your life, just enough to cause you the most debilitating of ills: hope. A lowborn name known is difficult to ignore, especially to the nobility that desperately try to will it away. Tarhos Kovács was on his way to greatness before that anticipated name day of yours.

But he didn’t come.

It wasn’t enough, not yet. He was still a slave-knight. He was still less than a commoner, a lowborn.

He needed more.

Tarhos couldn’t face you, not yet. Not while he was still in chains. He couldn’t buy you out until he was free.

Yes, that was the truth. He wasn’t ready. It wasn’t time yet. Tarhos would fight his bloody battles with his pack and they would carve a slab of the world out for themselves, and there would be a spot for you there too, right beside him.

But life was always easier on you

Than it was on me

And sometimes it gets me

When crossing your jet stream

You were sent no letters.

You received no word.

You were left in silence as you were bedded, night after night, by a man you didn’t love and who’s name you could barely remember.

The ceiling was the only thing you could recall in the large house that you were supposed to call home. Always moving, always waxing and waning in rhythm to the incessant motion in your gut…

You should be grateful you weren’t a whore.

You should be grateful that you weren’t fucking every man in the city every single night.

“Ci si sente bene?”

“Come posso farlo sentire bene?”

“Voglio farti sentire bene, moglie mia…”

All you could feel was the chill in the air, and a hollowness whenever your husband finally rolled away from you in the middle of the night.

You hated the feeling of his hands on your body.

You hated the feeling of his lips against your own.

You hated the feeling of his cock emptying itself inside of you.

What you hated the most was the feeling of his bastard growing inside of you.

We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon

In different galaxies

And I didn't want to hang around

We said it was just goodbye for now

What would he say if he saw you now, with your belly swollen with another man’s seed?

Whore.

So many whores walked around with swollen bellies in the madame’s house.

“They didn’t take care of it while they had the chance.”

“They can still make good money in spite of their affliction.”

One woman with a grotesque swell was pointed out to you.

“It’s not so bad for her. Her child will make her money, if the madame is feeling kind.”

Little children running around the brothel, just like you, not so long ago.

Were you born in this place?

It was all you had ever known…

You stare in the mirror as your new dress is fitted. Ever since he left “solo per un po’”, whatever that was supposed to mean, a swell has begun to grow in your lower belly. A bump that had quickly become a lump, and soon enough, that lump would become a bloat, not so unlike the corpse you once witnessed being pulled out of a well. Your breath caught in your throat as the cords were left slack at your back.

“Pull them tighter.”

“M’lady…?”

“I said ‘pull them tighter’!”

The servant girl hesitated but obeyed your wish with a bowed head. You commanded her, ��tighter, tighter, tighter’, until you felt faint from the pressure and the pain and you no longer saw that hideous bulge in your gut.

You sent all the servants away any chance that you had. The thought of anyone seeing you in this horrendous state made your skin crawl. What did they all think of you? Did they pity you? Did they find you disgusting? Were the young girls under your husband’s service jealous of your predicament?

‘Any girl should be jealous of a nobleman’s wife. They don’t have to scrub the floors or fuck whatever scum stumbles into their rooms. What’s the hardship of giving birth when you live in luxury?’

No.

It wasn’t fair.

You had already given up so much…

Why did you have to give up even more?

Why couldn’t Tarhos have come back to you like he promised…?

You said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

His thoughts were with you, though less and less among recent days. The road to freedom was long and it was to be hard fought.

Had you been taken by a husband?

Were you being bedded by fiends such as himself every single night in his absence?

Tarhos pinned the woman down underneath him and did not heed her cries for mercy as he took what was owed to him.

Her husband chipped his armour when he tried to stop him from torching their wood and straw home.

Now his wife lay screaming in a pool of his blood as ‘the Knight’ threw her scraps to his hounds.

You said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

You drank.

You ate.

You did things you were not supposed to do, ‘for the health and safety of the child there within’.

‘No parsley’.

You devoured entire bushels.

‘No pennyroyal’.

You drank deeply from its oils.

You scoured your mind for old recipes you would make for the older women of the brothel and you put it to work, frustrated nothing seemed to work.

A pinch-

No, more.

Four leaves of-

No, more!

Said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

Pain overtook your belly during the high moon hours, unbeknownst to any of the servants. It wasn’t until the sun had crested over the mountains and a servant girl fetched you for breakfast did an ear piercing shriek fill the castle walls.

“Hurry up, girl! Fetch the water!”

Your legs were too short to carry you far and you nearly spilled it all by the time you returned to the room.

“Fool! Go get more!”

A scream unlike anything you had ever heard before shook you to your core.

You knew whose voice it belonged to, a girl that was born into the brothel, like many of the others were.

Perhaps like how you were.

The room was heavy with the scent of copper, it washed over you every time you ran into the room.

The screaming lasted for a night and a day before she fell silent.

There was no cry of a babe to be heard, only stiff silence as the midwives looked on at the misshapen lump that passed through you.

You bled.

You bled for hours until it stopped.

It stopped and you were left wondering if it would have been better if it never had.

Maybe you should have thrown yourself from the window, instead.

Maybe you should have jumped into the river the night Tarhos left you.

Maybe you didn’t care anymore and was relieved it was finally out of you.

Words from the mouths of babes

Promises, oceans deep

When you heard heavy, quick footfalls up the steps one day, you very nearly believed it was him.

He’s come for you, just like he promised!

Tarhos promised to come, he promised to love you, even if you were to be forced to work…

Your tear filled smile falls flat as you witness your husband throw open the doors, tears in his eyes as he rushes to embrace you.

“Mia cara!”

“Oh, mia cara…”

“Mi dispiace tanto…”

“Il nostro primogenito…"

Did your face tell your story?

Did he know what you had done?

He cradled you as he cried, and all you could see was the ceiling looming overhead, just like then, just like all the times before it.

You laid back and pulled the skirt of your nightgown up.

And he placed his hand atop yours and stopped its ascent before you exposed yourself.

“No.”

“No…?”

“...no.”

“Men will never say ‘no’, they have no understanding of the word, itself. Don’t bother to use it. It's bad for business.”

“They do as they please, damn your feelings.”

“Let him take what he wants. It will keep you alive and your pockets lined with copper.”

“A man would always choose a wet hole over decency.”

“What do you want from me, then?”

He looked at you with an expression mixed with confusion and hurt. You felt something in your stomach twitch.

But never to keep

Oh, never to keep

Tarhos whored and slaughtered his way up and down the known countrysides, leaving a blood trail in his wake. Another urge, one that had not been forgotten but had simply been overtaken with another, had reared its ugly head.

The feeling of violence wasn’t enough.

The feeling of death wasn’t enough.

He has seen it, tasted it, known it as intimately as any woman he had ever fucked, yet to him it was still unobtainable.

“Where are we going?”

“What are we doing?”

“Who are we going to kill next?”

He didn’t care. He just needed more.

Thoughts of the girl he promised his hand to was a foggy cloud in the recesses of his mind. She meant something to him, but he was too close to obtaining something so important, more important that sustenance, than water, than warm, wet holes to fuck.

You suffered without him.

You still longed for him, but for how much longer?

How much more blood could be shed between the two of you?

And I won't confess that I waited

But I let the lamp burn

Another swell, another bloody end.

When would he stop trying?

When you would feel something other than emptiness?

You felt nothing when he was rubbing back and forth inside of you. You didn’t bother to pretend, anymore. In the midst of it, he took your face in between his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs.

And he removed himself from you and let you be in peace.

It was something a whore wouldn’t be afforded. Once you stopped pretending to enjoy yourself, he no longer touched you, no longer sought you out for any intimate relations. That was the end of it for you, you thought. He would sell you back to your madame, maybe he would sell you to another. Perhaps he would make use of you in other ways…

He came to you for dinners, still. He offered to take you to the garden, he still wished to sleep beside you, even though you have failed in your duties as a wife.

As the men masqueraded

I hoped you'd return

“Why… are you doing this to me?”

You seethed with contempt. He wished something of you, for an heir, yet he has stopped trying. Why? What more can you offer him?

“Che cosa…?”

“Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?”

He wasn’t unattractive, but he wasn’t the one you wanted. You didn’t want to love him. You didn’t want to feel anything from the soft, kind gestures that he has demonstrated towards you. You wanted him to be like the vile men that frequented the brothel.

Why couldn’t he just take what he wanted and let it be done?

“I- You are mia moglie- my wife.”

“A wife is supposed to give her husband a son.”

“You… have tried.”

You stood up and walked away.

You were left alone during the night.

He did not creep in to take you. He did not send in the servants to rip you from your bed. You could have slept, if your mind would have allowed you to do so. It was alight with possibilities, fears, wants, hopes, desperation… What did this man want from you? He bought you. He owns you. You are not his equal, in marriage, in social standing, as a human being.

With your feet on the ground

Tell me all that you'd learned

“What… do you want from me…?”

“I want… to love you.”

His answer remained the same, no matter how many times you asked him.

‘Love’... Love. Did you even remember what that felt like? Was it kind and gentle, or was it a venomous viper that strangled you in your sleep? Could you even love anymore, if you really, truly tried? Were you worthy of it, after having poisoned your mind, body and soul against him?

Did Tarhos remember what it was?

Did he remember the way your hand felt against his? The way you would kiss him, with chastity and blind adoration? You thought you felt a phantom of this when your husband gently took your hand into his and placed a warm kiss onto your knuckles.

Was he still fighting his war for freedom? You wondered every now and then if he had succeeded in his quest, though this thought was beginning to drift further and further from you every single day.

Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned

And you said you'd come and get me but you were 25

She was black and blue by the time Tarhos and his pack were finished with her. She could barely limp out of the room, weeping as not a thread of her clothing survived its encounter with them.

“Send in another.”

“A-Another…?”

“ANOTHER! Younger, this time!”

The girl was chosen from the group he had preselected. She was skittish and squealed as she was snatched by the wrist and thrown into one of the men that eagerly awaited her arrival.

“Ahh…”

The smallest of his pack sniffed her hair and licked a stripe from her chin to her ear.

“This one is much better. So close… Don’t you think?”

Tarhos grabbed the girl by her hair and threw her down onto the cushion below, flipping her so she was laying on her back.

That day, he should have taken you.

Damn what you said.

Your body was so soft and warm.

Inviting.

He should have made you his and stolen you away.

Now you made love to another, undeserving man.

Did he take you like this?

Did he make you cry like how these whores did?

Have you birthed him any children?

A girl?

A boy?

The whore screamed even after they were finished with her. She bled and they were thrown out of the brothel, like they were a dozen others before it.

They didn’t give Tarhos what he wanted.

No one could give him what he wanted.

But someone was trying to give you what you deserved.

If he knew this, would he be happy for you, or would he be sick with jealous rage,,,?

And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired

Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life

Life wasn’t what you had wanted as a girl, nor was it what you wanted as a woman, but it was far from what you would have expected it to be. Was it what you deserved? Maybe not. Maybe you don’t deserve nice things, to be looked after, to be loved… But you would allow yourself to be selfish. You wanted love, you craved it. If your husband was still willing to give it to you- if Vittorio was still willing to give it to you- you just couldn’t turn away from it any longer.

The days weren’t so short, nor the nights so long. The bed was warmer with him in it, and the walks through the garden were not so lonely with him at your side.

For the first time, you engaged in intimacy with another.

It wasn’t euphoric, though it was neither unpleasant at the same time. It was like trying on a new dress, or experiencing a new smell or taste for the first time.

It was different.

It was exciting.

You longed for more, more with him.

Vittorio.

Was it a lifetime ago that you only pined for Tarhos? Was it merely a few moons ago? You wept the night you made love to your husband, both rejoicing for your new union and in mourning for what you had lost.

Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried

To hold onto the days when you were mine

In the end, you couldn’t keep your promise to Tarhos. You tried, but you simply couldn’t wait for him any longer. Days had turned into weeks, then into months and then years. You had never received word from him, and the fleeing conversations between servants that seemed to revolve around a familiar company of slave-knights sent shivers down your spine.

Was your Tarhos even still alive? Perhaps he had died long ago, on the battlefield, and all that was left was some husk that wore his face.

How would you know? You hadn’t seen him in… well, a lifetime it would seem.

How did that last meeting between the two of you go, again…?

“̵̨͇͖͕̯̎͑̃̅̐̉͆̈́́.̶̬̟̋̋́̍̋̒̂͗͘͘͠.̶̛̠̘̗̠͈̲̔̐̇̒̓̀̌̅̆̑̂͜.̸̡̡̢̛̱̜͖̩̫̲̝͖͕̱̞̞̎͗̍̎̇̔̓̈́̚͜Ī̸͈́̂̌̾̾́̇͋̇̀̃͂͘’̷͔͈́̋̏̂̓̓̄l̴̺̤͙̥̖͓̱̭̱͊͜l̷̢͚͍͖̤͔͎̯̩͎̳̩̀͊̐̿͗͐͊͘ ̴̛̛̰̟͖͍͉̘̆̓̋͑͛̄̀͆͌̔̂̐k̸̨̛̦̱̜̙̫̜̟̰̗̦͕͇͔̙̽̒̿̂͛͆̏͠͠͠ͅẻ̶̤̝̙͖͈͕͕̖̰̀̓̎̄̋̑̐͜e̷̢̧͙̻̞̼̫̫̘̠̩̗̭̬̙̐̉͗p̵̢̢͇͔͙͖̭͕̩̯̗̙͕̻̄̉̀̇͊͛͛͝ ̸̤̟̰͖̰̀̍̌̎͂̑̀̍̌͝m̵̧̢̟͕̼͖̺̙̰̭̫͉̝̩̭̲̈͜y̸͇̯̲͇̳̯̺̜̦͘s̵̢̢͖͓̞̤͍͍̰̱͓̮̼͔̠͕̆̿̈́̈́͂̊͂̊̾̀̕̚͝͝e̵̜̮̜̥͍̪̩̘͊̈́͊̆́̌͊̐̆͆̊̋͑̊͆̈́̕l̶̛̻͙̲̬̱̈̐́͗̉̈́͗̀̂̎̄̉̏͑̈̚f̸͉̣̻͌̀̓̃̃͆͑ ̸͈̣̈́̀́̒̽̓͛f̴̯̯̎̒̾̓̈̃̃̂̎̓̚͝ỡ̶̝̜͎̲̪̞̹̘̪̺̲͕͉͋̑̀̔̊͐̐̏̂̇̍̉͘͜͜͝ȑ̴̹̟̓ͅ ̴̨̡͙̠̬̣̬͖͈̦̫̩̰͍̅͊̄̊̔ͅͅỵ̷͓̙͍̫̬̻̤̽͗͒̌́͗̍̿̇͆̽́͆̈̕͝ͅo̶̻̖͗̋̈́̚͘ṻ̶̢̺̣̤͙̖͉͇̙̣͔̭́̈́͊̋́̈́͌̕ͅ.̴̡̡͇̱̤͇̺̖͖̮̼͔̊̅̌̾̍̊̏̄͆̊̂̏̏̓͜͜͝͝”̷̡̛̜͎̉͌̂̉̈́̇̊́̂̍͛́́

̷̨̖͓͗̂̀̎̋̆͑͊̌̋͊̓́̈́͆ͅ"̵̧̯̳̲̈́̇͋̎̓̂͌̂̔͋̈͝A̴͓̜̳̺̞̼͒͆͊͝s̷̢͍̜̹̜̱̜͙͙͍͙̗͉̓͌̒͂̑̑̊̍̔̽̏̀͝ ̷̢̧̫̤̳͉̲͒̏͛̔͌̅͐̓̎̎̊́͝y̴̤̫̳̜̫̝̤͎̼͓̝̻̏ơ̸̢̧̱̝̼͔͈͓͉͖̭͔̫͒͂̕ụ̴̟̈́ ̶̨͓̲̟͇̗̝̜̭̥̫̮̼͇͙̊̃̆̆̆̏̎̈́̐̉̆̒͠͠s̸̨̟̰̍͂̓̓̍̀͋́̄̊̏̋̐̚͠h̵̨̡̧̛̞̲̜̩͎̟͓͆̐́́͋̑̃́̌̒̓̕͝o̸͕̠̺͚̳̝̞̫͎̝͌͒́̉̕ͅu̴̧̘̳͍̖̳͔͛̾͆̃̈́͋̿͐̾l̸̼͙̍̾̒̓̌͜d̸̡̡̹̹̹͔̿̎.̸̛̖͕̮̳̟̝̙͙̦̺̰̟͆̎̾̓͒̀̍̓̀́̏̓͘̚"̴̧͔͇̟̟̳̰̗̭̖̝̯̬̆̈͗̎͋͑̈́̾̈́̄̎̚̕͠ͅ

̶̢͆̎͆͋̎͊̆͆͑̕̚̚͝“̸̬̙̎̆̋͗̓Y̶̡͇̮̼̘̺̪̯͎͇͉͎͕̳̘͍̟̿̉̔̈́̀̂̑o̷̡͔͉͙̺̫͙̝̗̟̿͋̃͌̓̂̚ư̷̼̣͉͛͂̅͆̍̂͋͌̅̈́͜…̶̨̧̦͖̘̻͖͈̭͈̱̹̃̓͑͒͘͠ͅ ̴̡̢͍͙̠͈̝̻̺͎̭̳̭̬̑̄̄̽̈̂͆̑̉̍̂͒̇̕͜͜͜͝ẃ̴͎͖͇̘̥̞̠̹̺̝̽̂̀̇̈̒͗̈́̿̓͝ỉ̶̺͍̮̗̞̥̻͚̝̯̤̭̖̰̑͊̓��̕͜͠ͅͅl̵̥͖̙͔̙͕͖̝̖͙̰͚̝̤̳͚͓͒̎͊̂̌͊̈́̚͝͝l̴̢͔̙͕̖̊͑͛͜ ̵̲̭̲͙̜̰͖̳̾̐́̇̚r̵̡̧̠̞͙̩̯͔̭̮̠͙͍̿̓̽̇̀̑ȩ̶̧̳̰͇̜̦̜̦̬́̀͐̆͗̾̒͐͋̈̚̕͘̚͘ţ̸̯̣̖̺̤̪̲̳̐̉́͂̐̋͐̌u̶̢̖̟͍̻͖̟̮̔̍ŗ̶̼͓̤̙͍̝͚̠̩̹͎̠̜͖͊́͆̐̀̄̆n̶̨̛̥̘̙̫̦̲͖̺̤̩̰̞̟̟̭̓̓̇̆̄́̿̍̊̓̓̈́̐͝?̶̬̜͕̰͔́̉͑͗̿̉̉̾̂́̏͛͆̅̕͠ ̴̮̩͎͍̬̜̖̬̼̣̜̯̿ͅB̶̢̢̡̬̮̙̦̖̭̱̫̞̖̦̜̽̀͑͑̀́͘͘͘͝-̵͖̟̜͓͐̏͐̓̒͘̚B̷̹̱̺̩̯̣͖̟͈̙͕̮̏͛́̀̅̔͘̚͘̚͝ͅe̶̛̩͔̺̪̥͚͈͇̰̲̹̱̦̤͓̰͉̾͋̀̓̆̏͌͛̈́̈́̔͘͝͝f̸̖̼͓͎͈̲͖̲̞͕͇͓͖̅̈̈̓͋ô̴̧̘̯̝͍̦̹̭̰̤͍̣͇̋́̽̾̇̿̽̍͠͝͠͝ŗ̶͉͇͍̘̩̥̪̞̺̰̭̮͕̭͕̊͛̃̐̈́̍̔̿̄̊͘ę̴̡̭̩̦̜͔̔͛̈́̀͂̕͝…̴̖̖̼̣̺̯̗̙̄͗̊̈́̇̎͋̃̌́̚̕͠͝͝?̷̛̺͇̱͈̅̉̍̐̅̾̃̈́͐”̸̢̠̺̪̞̠͎͉͕̱̗͈̯͚̬́͆́͑̀͊̊̄͒̔̓͘

̵̢̡̟͚̩̮̪͑̓̿̌̒̅̽̅͒̎̋̆͌̊̋“̶̢̢̼̣̼̼̩̙̿̇̃̎͂̍͗̈̇̋̋̊̇͆́͠͠.̶̨̛͓̭͔̪͖͍̭̲̩͛̎̓͗̑̿̈́̑̅́͑̏̐͝.̷̢̨̘̰͔̙̮̠̝̦̠̦͚̙̰̣͆̆.̵̛̛͈̞̹̼̟̼͑̅̾̽̅̽̂́̌͛̀͝͝p̵̤̥̖̥̭̲͈͓͛͜ë̶̢̥͓̝̙́͗̒͑̈́́͝ŗ̴̛̛̥̲̩̱͔̙̟̖̼̼̙̞̳̽͑̉̃́̕͜͠ȟ̸͎̏̎̒̈́̐̇̈́͐̌̓͐̓͘̚͠ą̷͇̣̥̗̖̬͇͇̩̾͛̃̒̾̕̚̕͠ṗ̶̞͚̯͈̟̝s̷͈̹̿̃̈́̔͊̈́̈́͂̈́̀̈́̍͐̕̕,̷̢̱͓͉̲̰̟͈͉̖͈͉̙͎̋́̿̕ͅ ̷̬͉̋̐́̈́̾̕i̵̡̖̲͉̭̱̩͆͆͊͐̓͗̏͗͘͘͜͜͠ḟ̵̨̢̜̠͖̘͖̫̬̜͓̹͎̱̤̞̾͗̔̐̎̈́̀̈͂͛̌̀̔̍̉̕ ̴̧̧͙̩͇̗̭̮̠͖͇̖̅̅͗͊͌́́̉́͘͝͝Ḯ̴̛͕̠̫͎̻̬̹̯͈͔̼̻̩̞̆̂̃̽̃̇̀̐́ͅ ̶̻̥̪̩̲̠̦̪̺̘̑͂͆̓͗̈́̒̈́̊͘̕̕͝͠͝͠ẖ̸̲̜̒̾̍̈́͐͐̓͌͌͠͝ͅå̸̡͓̭̤̼̘̲̾̎͆̽͛̏͆̚͘̕͝͝v̶̛̥̭͖̺͙̲̯͙͔̅̓̽͆͛͑̅̋̍̋̀̕e̴͇̪͇̎̀̋̆̌́̄̿̎́̃̽̊̈͊͝͝ ̵̧̨̘̻̝̼̱͈̬̻̳̳̼̤̹̼̪̓͐͆̓̾̿͑̈́̐̌͘̕ǎ̷̢̧͔̻͇̣̬̳̫̜͕̯͕̺͋̈̇̈̂́̔̈́̚ ̸̛͙̥̱̞̃̌̿̏̆̆͛̆͒̈́̅̌͑́͝m̵̨̻̱̣̭̻͉̻͇̻̭̏͒̂̔̎̀͑͌͆̈́͛̄͋̚̚̕͜ȋ̵̪̪̦̝̫̹͙͖̘̀̓̈́̔ǹ̵̜̟͖̻̯̼̳͙͚̰̻͖̪͖͎͍͒̏̌̇̚͠ͅḓ̵̡̹̹͓̓̈͛̍͊̋̈̿̈́ ̷̛̺̏͒̑̽̌͒̓̇��̋̂͗̓t̶̡̛͍̖̮̟̭̝̙̅̄̽̌̓ǫ̵̖̩̺̳̓̉̉͌̎̔̓̀̃͂̆̕͝͠.̸̡͔̦̹͖͓̖̮̅̚"̵̼̦̽̇̇̃̓̃̽͐

̶̢̣̖͕̘͙̜̜̖͚̼͚̝̣̱̖͛̀̀̃̐̍̎͑̎̒̋͊̈́͜͠͝“̶̛̛̰̘̖͕͈́́́͒̈́̍̎̑͛̒̂̚P̷̢̛͎̻̗̤̤̪̙͖̠̪͖̐͌͆l̸̢̛̙̫̹͚̙͉̬̩̝̬̊̏̈̿̈̾́̏̓̿͑̉̈̚̚͜e̴͎͚̰̮͔̿̈́a̷̖͍̎͘̚s̷̻̖̞̰̺̠̫͐ͅe̷̹̱̜̹͖̍̎̓̈,̷͍̼̱͎͓̱̆̅͋ ̴̱͉̙̳̅̏̊̈́̌́̓̈́̽̏͑̎͌̎̑͘p̶̛̘̭̐̎̔͒͗̇̋̀̍̑͛͂̀̎̚͜r̴͕͖͉̗̺̮͉͙̂̓̀̊͗̈́̀̆͂͊͐̓͒̈́ŏ̶̦̜̮̖̝̲̠̯͓̱̮̀̅̃͌͋̔̀̒͜͝͝m̸̨̨̻̭͖̪̹̘͎͖̝̣̻̎̀͆́̅̃̆͊ï̴̦̦̤̘̙͔͛́s̶̰̪̠͇̯̊̈́̍̂̋̄̀̈̽ę̵̛̦̣͉͉͍̫̥̘͙̮̉̆͐́̇͊͜͜.̸̢͔̱̼̥̟̣̻̯͙̐͋͊͌͛͆͋̎́̋̊̃̚͜͝͝͠.̵̦͖̻͕̠̩̥̫͔̦̩̎̀̿̈̎̽͜.̶̦̺̰͚̩̟̭̅̔͑̇͛̿̾̍͋͘ͅ”̶̧̭̲̱̗͙͉̰͉̻͉̩̼̤͇̯̒̾͆̊̚͝ͅ

̶̧̠̻͚͖̮͖͑̂̐̕"̷̳̗̯̙̞̺̙͗͗̿͗̂̊̕͝͝͝.̴̧̧̰̯͓̹̀́̎̊̄̈́̐̇͆͜͝͝.̵̧̧̮̩̰̻̦̟̙̰̾́͑̀͆̄͌̓́̽͝͠ͅ.̵̖̞͓͇̦̰̟̮͈̾͂̉͒̈́̉̏̿̓̈͆̂͒͌̌͘͝.̶̧̲̜̭͍̬̻͕̤͕̦̪̺͎̱̎̿̌̎̊̒͂̑̃́̂̅͝ͅ"̵̡̧̻̤̱̍͐̓̒͊̚

̴̺̥̙͆̀̓

̵̢̨̲̞̤̝̠̥̟̥͎̹̝̳͎̂͂̓̂̊̇̈́͐

…you couldn’t remember, anymore.

Did it even matter anymore, now that you were learning to love your husband? A part of you will always remember the feeling of that promise you made to each other, but now it was nothing more than words between children, a fever dream of hope that you no longer blame yourself for holding onto.

What else were you supposed to do, as a child…?

What else were you supposed to do, now that you were a woman…?

But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

This time, things were different. Everything was. The way you felt, in your body, mind and soul. You were not alone. You felt… complete.

The swell in your belly didn’t bring you feelings of heartbreak and disgust. You weren’t overjoyed, but you weren’t in pain, either. A little numb, yet you still felt sparks of joy whenever Vittorio touched your growing belly, or pressed his ear to it whenever the babe inside of you shrugged or kicked.

You had never been this far along before. You had never felt such an overwhelming sensation of helplessness before… Yet it wasn’t like it was then. This is… so much different, so… acceptable. You weren’t by any means unhappy, but you weren’t ecstatic either.

But that was okay.

It was becoming easier to bear, even as the child grew heavier and more unruly. Maybe this could be another start for you. It wouldn’t be absolution, you didn’t want it, but it could be something beautiful, you think.

You said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

The waters released early.

You collapsed in the garden with Vittorio at your side.

The midwives and the doctors were at your side through it all, but nothing they did would stop the bleeding.

You said you were gonna grow up

You bled through the bedclothes and through the floor.

You didn’t live long enough to see your son, but Vittoro held him before he gasped his last breath.

There was no way to honour you two in his eyes. A grave wasn’t nearly enough, but a crypt felt so cold and unyielding.

A fine casket of polished wood, inlaid with the softest silks was what you and your son would be laid to rest in. Vittorio wanted you both somewhere pleasant, if such a thing could be called that, where the sun would shine on you and flowers could grow side by side with your resting place. Your favorites were planted nearby, and like you were tending to them from the grave, they took over within a fortnight, not growing wild but in an agreeable manner that was befitting the grave of ones so loved, Vittorio thought.

Then you were gonna come find me

Said you were gonna grow up

You said you were gonna grow up

Life became melancholic for Vittorio. There was little reason to remain so homebound, though it pains him to leave you and your child behind. He would contract work from a well traveled company, one that was once a part of the well known la Guardia Compagnia. A knight and thus surely a man of honour, one Vittorio could entrust his values into.

Tarhos Kovács and his loyal men.

Then you were gonna come find me

Said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

Tarhos was no knight, and he was loyal to no one other than himself. He saw the nobleman’s home and decided he would like to have it as his own. Upon hearing the expedition he was to undertake, and that the fool wanted no blood to be spilled, Tarhos felt himself become encumbered by rage.

“The weak die and the strong survive… That’s what you believe.”

The weak laid slain across the battlefield, the survivors still standing and picking through the wreckage for valuables to take.

“Yes. The strong take what is theirs and the weak give it up because they have no choice.”

Tarhos looked over to the women that huddled together in a compact cart, chained together and weeping as they cradled their wounded bodies.

“The weak deserve to die.”

You said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

The home was destroyed. What was Vittorio's now belonged to Tarhos, and he wanted every trace of him eradicated. Paintings were defaced, clothing was torn to ribbons, old dresses were laid before him and probing questions were asked.

“Like to dress as a lady, do we? You noble types really are the scum of the Earth!”

Alejandro laughed as Vittorio tried to break free of his chains.

“Don’t touch-! Those are hers-!”

“‘Hers’? Here that? He’s having an affair! Scandalous!”

He laughed as he spilled wine all over them, casting them into the fireplace so they would burn to ash.

They dragged him all throughout the house, beating him and whipping him as they went. Vittorio could barely stand by the time they made it to the garden.

“What do we have here?”

It took two of the men to hold him in place as Tarhos stepped up to the well kept grave located underneath a large oak tree. Unbeknownst to him, two names were written on it, along with a modest poem. Vittorio’s heart seized in his chest as he nudged your grave with his armoured boot.

“Fermare! Quelli sono di mia moglie e di mio figlio...!”

He was cut off by a punch to the gut.

“Your wife and your son…? Tch-”

Tarhos felt a burning need to quash everything that was linked to this nobleman.

So pathetic… He has tears running down his face and he is begging.

Tarhos angled his foot and began to push on the grave, then kicking it as he forced it free from the earth. Vittorio could only watch in horror as your and your son’s gravemarker toppled over, one of his shoulders going slack as Tarhos motioned over to one of the men holding him in place.

“Break it.”

He was held back, screaming as the stone was crushed by a massive battle axe, the laughter of a madman ringing in his ears as he was placed in a headlock and forced to watch.

CRACK!

CRUNCH!

“I wonder what’s underneath, though? Is she still pristine and pretty? Or is she all sticky and ghoulish?”

Did Tarhos remember the promise he made all those years ago?

Does he even remember your name?

What about your face? Would he recognize it after he unearths your casket and pries it open?

Would he even realize that he finally made good on the oath he swore to you, or would he only see another source of weakness that he could leverage against the nobleman in your and your son’s corpses?

Words from the mouths of babes

Promises, oceans deep

But never to keep

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Secret Santa Gift Exchange Questionnaire

Starting broad, tell your Santa about your relationship to The X-Files. This could be how you got into The X-Files in the first place, what the show means to you, or just general information you think might be relevant for your Santa to know.

My mother was an X-Phile long before I was, she watched from the Pilot on. She was in chat rooms, on alt.tv.xfiles, in fic groups. I was afraid of the theme song at first, so much so that I made her mute it if I was still awake. I started watching in 1997, when I was 11 years old. I don't really remember my first episode - some time during the cancer arc. By the time the summer of 1997 was over, thanks to my mom's recorded episodes on VHS and re-runs on FX, I was fully caught up and 100% a shipper when Redux I premiered, and I've been obsessed ever since. I lived and breathed X-files, accumulated stacks of spiral notebooks full of bad tween fic and drawings, scrawled quotes and logos on the covers of my school binders. I was in chatrooms and on Haven, reading fic on Gossamer waaaaay too young, but everyone there still made me feel like I belonged. I was a weird, lonely tween/teen who had an incredibly hard time relating to my peers thanks to being skipped ahead a grade, but I could pretend Mulder and Scully were my friends. They were the smartest people in the room, they were outcasts, too. If they could be smart and strong, I could, too. The fandom gave me a community when middle school couldn't. I met my best friend in 1999 when she wore an X-Files shirt the first week of high school. I decided to become a doctor because Scully showed me that I could. I watched the way that Mulder and Scully loved each other with their minds and souls, and decided that I would never accept any less for myself.

I feel like I'm rambling, but I cannot understate the influence that The X-Files has had on my life. It was always a comfort for me, even when I was in college and the chatrooms and boards started to go dark. I lost connection with the fandom by the time IWTB came out, but I never loved the show any less. When my husband and I first started dating, I'd invite him over to watch X-Files with me...and we did, for a while, before we got up to other activities. He says I seduced him with The X-Files. It worked!

I reconnected with the fandom in 2023, and I wish so much that I'd known you all were out there this long. Finding other X-Philes, now in their 30's, 40's and beyond, has been such a treasure. As has been finding out that people in their teens and 20's love the show, too! I love seeing younger fans, people who may not even have been ALIVE for a lot of the original run. This is how we survive, how the show lives on.

I wear Mulder and Scully on my skin now. They'll be with me until I die.

2. Tell your Santa about your favorites! Favorite characters, favorite moments, favorite episodes, favorite seasons, favorite ships, etc.

This is so hard! My favorite will always be Scully but I love Mulder endlessly, even when he's an idiot. My favorite side character is Byers, though it's hard separating him from the rest of the Gunmen. My favorite moments...god, so many. But a moment I come back to again and again is Scully facing down the senate committee in Tunguska to protect Mulder. She displays strength, grace, and integrity that I can only aspire too. Every MSR moment is my favorite. My favorite seasons are 4-6, I cannot choose between them.

3. Tell your Santa about your LEAST favorites! We all love our show, but it also sucks sometimes. Which parts suck the most for you?

I hate season 9 - its like the writers forgot who these characters were. Mulder would never leave his new family after a lifetime of trauma from the loss of his old one. Scully would never give William up. Parts of season 8 are ok, though the way Mulder is written after his return is absolute character assassination, and I HAAAAAATE the secret brain disease. I don't even acknowledge it. I don't like IWTB much. I HAAAAAATE the My Struggles. I have...come to terms with the breakup, though I'll never like it. The Revival gave us a few great episodes and amazing moments. The parts of the show I rewatch most are season 1-7. Oh, and I hate Diana, but don't we all?

4. Tell your Santa your favorite tropes and genres! Only one bed? Friends to lovers? 5+1? Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort? You get the idea.

Ohhh I love first kiss/first time, I love love confessions, I love hurt/comfort. I like angst but only if it has a happy or hopeful ending. I looove Only One Bed, or huddling for warmth. I love fluff. I'm not a big AU fan unless it's a fix-it fic (like Mulder not leaving Scully and William, or Scully not giving Will up). I also love slice of life fic, seeing all their lost moments in rental cars and airports just...existing together.

5. Tell your Santa about tropes you tend to avoid.

Major Character Death, SA/Non-Con. I just want Mulder and Scully to be safe and loved.

6. For your Santa, but also just for fun, describe your ideal X-Files episode. Is it mythology? MotW? A literal porno?

MOTW with an aspect that emotionally affects Mulder or Scully, with some nice MSR and evolution of feelings. I'm also down with a literal porno.

7. Speaking of pornography, tell your Santa what your spice preference is, using the following scale:

Salt only⁠ ⁠— No spice at all please! I.e. General audience rating.

Black pepper ⁠— A hint of spice. I.e. Teen rating.

Chili pepper ⁠— There’s a bit of a kick! I.e. Mature rating.

Habanero ⁠— Definitely spicy, but most spice lovers can handle it. I.e. Explicit rating.

✨Ghost pepper✨ ⁠— Only for the spiciest of spice lovers. I.e. VERY explicit/kink/POANG rating.

I will read anything Salt-Habanero, for Ghost Pepper it depends on the kink. Not into choking, non-consensual anything, nothing involving urine/feces, not a big anal fan, no physical or mental degradation of any kind. No feet.

8. Those are the most important things, but I want there to be ten questions because it’ll look better, so tell your Santa what ONE song you would pick to describe MSR. (Or if you’re not into MSR, pick a song for your favorite ship, or for TXF as a whole.)

The canonical MSR song is Walking After You by the Foo Fighters. Lovers in a Dangerous Time by the Barenaked ladies is also them in a nutshell.

9. Almost there. Pick your favorite TXF quote.

"Please explain the scientific nature of The Whammy."

10. Aaaaand, ten. And the last question can be open ended: Is there anything else you think is important for your Santa to know? Put it here!

Thank you for being a part of the best fandom on the planet! Please feel free to reach out to me with questions or even just to chat!

#poang pals #poangpals #the x files #the xfiles #x files #msr #xf fanfic #xf fic

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danganronpadedication · 2 months ago

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DAY 1 & DAY 2: DANGANTOBER

Day 1: Favorite Protagonist Is it really a surprise on this one? Hajime Hinata is my favorite protagonist, by far. Don't get me wrong, I love the other protags as well, but Hajime will always have my heart. He is my husband, he is my girlfriend, and he is me. If I were a combo of two Danganronpa characters, I'm Tsumugi and Hajime.

During my first playthrough of SDR2, I didn't expect to really like him all that much. Makoto had been such a great and impactful protagonist, and I didn't think Hajime would be able to top that. How wrong I was. I could write essays about this man if I had the time and the patience. There's just so much rattling in my brain about him. He's so baby girl.

First of all, he reacts just like I would in that kind of situation. Because, let's be real, if I thought I was about to start a semester at my dream school, only to somehow be teleported to a remote, tropical island with a robotic rabbit magical girl for a teacher, I'd have to take a moment to crouch down in the sand and have a bit of a breakdown too. He's so real for that. There would be moments in game, where something would happen, I'd make a joke, and then Hajime would say the exact same thing, almost verbatim.

He is my favorite character to project onto. He's a burnt out gifted kid, that's why he wants to be special so bad. He wants to feel like he still had potential and value. He just like me frfr. He's got that dog in him, but depending on the day, that dog is a loyal German Shepherd, or a sopping wet chihuahua. He's such a sweetie, but also so sarcastic. He's the kind of person that I actually want to be friends with or date in real life.

I really like his dynamics with everyone in-game too, and that includes the dude who shares this post with him. He was a bit more assertive that Makoto, but honestly, Makoto's more assertive and Hajime's less confrontational than people remember. But Hajime's always talking mad smack in his mind when anyone does anything, and in all fairness, he's the least freaky on an island full of freaks.

His relationship with Chiaki, whether you think it's romantic or not, is also really heartwarming, and heart breaking at the same time. Tears were shed when she died (both times), and when she shows up for some life advice from beyond the grave (both times). Their friendship in both the game and anime is just so real, and wholesome, and I really wish we could've seen more of it.

Towards the end of the game, he's especially engaging, because that's when the glory that is Johnny Yong Bosch's voice acting is on full display. By the time he's being confronted by AI Junko and the Future Foundation members, he's lost two bad bitches he had chemistry with, found out he's been inside a simulation this whole time, learned that he went through a procedure that fundamentally transformed his identity, and that he's associated with the group that was a big part in the end of the world, all within twenty-four hours. The way it's acted is with such genuine turmoil and anguish, it's so amazing. Once again, if that were me, I'd be tweaking just as much. In fact, he's not tweaking ENOUGH.

Finally, the Izuru plotline. Once again, this was something I didn't think I'd like. ''Oh really? So the dude we were playing as this whole time is the mastermind and he didn't even know it? What a cop out." But actually, it's very engaging. I have fixated on it, send help, I've spent too long analyzing every moment of this L'Oreal model known as Izuru Kamukura. Izuru could honestly be a whole post on his own, so I won't harp on him for too long. All I'm saying is that the fic "Made Perfect" by Lexichae on Ao3 is on my to-read list, and I don't usually read fanfiction.

Hajime deserves all the hugs and kisses and cuddles in the world, and I am happy to deliver unto him. <3 PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Day 2: Favorite Antagonist These two go hand in hand (hehe), so it works out that I forgot to do yesterday's Dangantober prompt and had to make up for it today. Out of the three main antagonist characters of the series, Nagito is definitely my favorite. I want to be able to hang out with him, I feel like it'd either be the calmest, or wildest hangout ever. Something will go wrong, but the caliber of tragedy is what will shake things up. I want to hold his frail hands and give him a self-care night, and I also know that after he's all cleaned up and relaxed, he's going to probably blow something up.

I love how, in the beginning of the game, Nagito's just the most chill guy ever towards Hajime. He's kind of a weird ally to start with. He walks around with Hajime, introduces him to everyone else, and gives him a guided tour of the available areas. He dogs on him too, but let's be honest, Hajime's the kind of guy who would be really fun to annoy. Nagito's also really silly in his own manga, such as the scene where he wakes up Hajime by pulling on his ahoge. But his chill demeanor doesn't last too long, because by the end of the chapter 1, there's already such a change to his personality that makes him so engaging.

He plans a crazy and well-thought out murder plot, which shows just how calculated and manipulative he can be. The part where he starts genuinely tweaking in trial 1 is hilarious too, and Bryce Papenbrook's acting there is so iconic. They paid that man the big bucks. He is so smart and conniving in chapter 5, anticipating factors for his little plot that'll happen after he's dead, and that showcases just how intelligent he is.

But beyond that chapter, he manages to be a big help in the trials, while still being a little scamp and a freak. No matter how condescending he is, let's be real, their chances of surviving trial 4 would've been much lower if he wasn't there. On the topic of chapter 4, I also really love how his entire mindset shifts upon the discovery of everyone being the Remnants of Despair, it really helps explore the psychology of Nagito Komaeda, which is a probably an enigma to even himself.

His backstory is so tragic, that it's almost comedic, I want to give him the biggest hug that would probably crush his frail bones into dust. The best part is that he's still chill. even after he's shown to be batshit insane. For example, in the chapter 5, when the group basically jumps him and tries to subdue him again.

"There's no use struggling!" "...But I'm not struggling." It's not his first rodeo, we all know that he got knocked unconscious by Kazuichi and Nekomaru in chapter 2, but he just rants and rolls with it. I'd listen to him rant, as we work on drinking the MOUNTAIN of Mr. Hopper he got in the anime. As a Dr.Pepper fan, he's so real for that. Speaking of the anime, he's a sweetheart and his voice is so comforting. He knows how to be a character that goes from 0 to 500, and look good doing it.

I know he's supposed to be a big, bad, scary Remnant in UDG, but they made Servant a little cutie pie. I may be biased because I just love the Remnants of Despair, but he's just a sweetie who was unjustly used as a punching bag the whole game. He didn't really even do anything in-game that was threatening. He was more of a threat in SDR2. The others were off committing war crimes, and he became a single father of five. Though, the lines he says in that game are extremely sus, I can't tell if Bryce Papenbrook was paid too much, or not enough to say those things. They held my guy at gunpoint in that recording booth.

The hand thing is freaky, I'll give him that, but it's very good insight into the psychology of the Remnants versus the psychology of Nagito as a Remnant, since he's vastly different. His love for hope and hatred for Junko and despair remaining core personality traits, even while in despair, is so interesting. SPEAKING OF LOVE FOR HOPE, THAT MAN IS GA-

Was it casual when you said "From the bottom of my heart, I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you."

He's quotable too, many of his lines are things that go through my head on a daily basis.

I want Nagito, I wanna give him hugs and kisses and self-care nights, and maybe commit a crime or two together <3

PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Me to Hajime and Nagito frfr.

Wish I could draw for dangantober, but alas, I am not confident enough in my art yet to do so. Maybe next year. I have no mouth and I must type rants.

-Mod Tsumugi

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identitycrysys · 6 months ago

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OH BTW SINCE THE OTHERS ACTUALLY NEED AN EXCUSE TO GO

Mage and Ziffer i mean ziffer i mean zipper i mean ziffer i mean Zypher went back to game. Neptune was dragged along sorry he comes back every once in a while BECAUSE HE STILL HAS A JOB. sorry chronically online guy. also sorry vamp and cerb ur husband and wife are gone. Lantern gets a break

(,,,,,,,Yes he brought the flowers)

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Avian is. Probably in the hospital. If that exists (im so sorry avy you’re going to have to befriend Pyx instead)

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Alchemist went back to the cave since Dialtone finally moved back to his cabin and it doesn’t take such a long walk to get there and back. Cloud is htere too. Sorry dialtone. Atleast there’s a lower chance of a fire AHAHA haha hahaa. ha. (looks left, looks right)

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Anger is just. Locking herself in her room for some reason. Sorry sunshine your gf is . Not happy

,,,,,Not for any reason in particular! Not for any reason in parti

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Bow’s(the cooler one) bothering his wife. No need to go deeper on this

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Skeleton’s going through the Horrors. None of you will get any context. Other than he remembered something. lol (GLARES AT SOUP)

Oh yeah and thanks to SOMEONE IN MY DMS YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE he now has the snas head !! Feiar is going to love this when he comes back i justf know it

,,,,for the room thingy, (hi soup) you get to choose whatever room you want them to stay in if you want to skip that interaction because i’m pretty sure by the time i come back zombie has FUCKING LOST IT so!!

room from 100 bc or something. the two or ATLEAST SKELETON dusted everything off. good as new !!!!!! (ignore the rats) (the breadbox is still there)

. empty room. Atleast one of them tried to bring furniture. ther es is only one bed. sorry zombie. skeleton is kinda restless when eep. that or skel won’t sleep at all

The. Other one. You don’t get to pick this. Skeleton visits it sometimes A LOT

you dont have to skip it if you don’t want to

@zombie-an0n just in case you DON’T see this

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Drama is. Having a depressive episode probably. Sorrh mimic

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Moon’s sleeping her ass off . Sorry sun your platonic gf is taking another unnecessary break

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Surfer and his brother i mean brother i mean totally uncool guy he is not related to are just. Chilling

,,,,,,Surfer is being forced to do farm work. Do with that what you will

(someone else is going to be in control of the two now)

(also hi to you know who. you may give others the username if you want to. ill probably have the surfer design by then if my lazy ass don’t catch me)

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characters that DON’T have accounts that I can remember off the top of my head i think

Therapist is. Just fucking around in Sarah’s palace. So is crowneater

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Laine (worst name i think i’ve ever given a character ever sorry lai)fell into the lake. He lives there now. Waterboy

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Robber & Rational (no, not reason. hitting you with a rolled up newspaper lily) are. Also chilling. ,,,,,,,,,Someone’s being forced to take their meds sorry robber,,,, Least Pam gets a break

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Affie (used to have account) is busy. Making gifts for no one ever. She just makes them and has them stay there. Whoever visits her is welcome

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Durian(IM SO SORRY I NAMED YOU AFTER A STINKY CANCER FRUIT) is worrying about why he can’t leave. No need to look into this. No need t

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Jinx. Already said this. Stuck in his room again LOL LOL L BOZO

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CHARACTERS MENTIONED THAT AREN’T MINE

sorry for the tags lol

@sh4tt3rg1rl vamp, cerb, sun somewhere, dialtone

@theautumnaldemon or @/mod-autumn (forgot pyx tag)- Pyxel , Pam and Stranger (if I mentioned them anywhere)

@courtjesterrr sunshine, mimic, some other irrelevant guy

tagging you for another reason but don’t tell anyone that wink wink wink smirk wink

@crazy-into-you sarah, arrows

@zombie-anon zombie. i can’t remember if i named someone else sorry

im like 100% sure i missed someone else sorrh for not tagging you

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I LOVE YOU ALL !!!

#No i didn’t cry while making this post dont be silly (lying)

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roppongi-division · 4 months ago

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ARB Birthday Special 2024: Mireya Quinlan

~~ July 31st ~~

"The question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me."

"Oh, you're here early! I was just wrapping up today's session at the center. These girls, they're picking up the dance so quickly! It's still not perfect, but they're steadily getting better."

"A gift? Now, why would… Oh! It's that time of the year again, isn't it? How could I forget my own birthday? And here I was giving Kai crap for forgetting his birthday a few months ago. Must be all the late nights at the club. ...But anyway, thank you, dear, you're a sweetheart."

Voice Lines:

" 35 years old. ...Well, I can't say I'm 'young' anymore. You know I almost let it slip by this year, the day I turn another page in my life's story. The girls at the rec center, they threw me this surprise party. They even put on a dance, just for me. It was their way of saying thanks, but really, it's me who should be thanking them. They've given me so much more than they realize: purpose, laughter, and a reminder of the power of second chances."

"My mother… not even a whisper from her today. But then again, what did I expect? We're two worlds apart now, and I prefer it that way. Sometimes, I catch myself wondering, 'What's she doing now? Does she ever think of me?' But those thoughts, they're like shadows: fleeting and better left behind. I've got my own life, a life filled with music, love, and the laughter of my son. That's all the family I need."

"My childhood wasn't the stuff of fairy tales, far from it. A controlling mother, an absent father, spending most of time being dressed up like some doll for people to gawk and stare at… But look where that road led me. To Kai, to Zakari, to a nightclub that's my realm. Every step, every misstep, it's all been part of this dance. And for that, for all of it, I'm thankful. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be."

"...You know, it's funny. Society has this way of labeling us, telling us what we can or cannot do at certain ages. But me? I've never been one to dance to anyone else's rhythm but my own. I'm not 'young' by the books, but I've got more fire in me than those half my age. Let them dare to call me 'old,' and they'll learn just how fierce this 'Gypsy Queen' can be. Age is just a number, and I refuse to be defined by it. I'll keep living, dancing, and loving with all the passion I've always had. That's a promise."

"Ah, mi amor. ...Thank you. I'm glad to see you took time out of your busy schedule of making music to wish me a 'happy birthday'. ...Oh, don't be silly, love. That was just a small threat. But I am glad that you remembered. ...Ha, yes it has been a long time since we've met and we are still here. I've said it before, but I am eternally thankful for you, my husband."

"Oh? And what's this now? You always find new ones to surprise me, love. Oh, a custom necklace with my name? 'My Gypsy Queen'. ...Oh. It's beautiful. Thank you. Thank you so much, Kai. You've made this day even more special. I love you, mi amor."

"Zakari, good to see you up and about today. Usually, you insist on sleeping past noon when you don't have classes. ...Oh, so my birthday is the reason you're up. Well, thank you. Anything to keep you from wasting the day away. ...Because you are my son and you don't know better, I'll let that one slide. But for your sake, my son, do not refer to me by the 'three-letter word' again, okay dear? ...Good, glad you understand."

"So, I assume you're heading out now to freelance across the city again? ...Oh, and what are these now? …Belly dancing CDs? You chose these yourself? ...Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you. I can't wait to dance to these. Thank you, my dear son, you've made your mother very happy."

Kai Lines:

"Happy birthday, Mireya. ...Well, of course I remembered. I seem to remember a certain someone threatening me on my birthday that if I forgot theirs, I'd be confined to the living room sofa for the foreseeable future. ...Ha, if you say so, love. But, really and truly, I didn't need a reminder to help me remember one of the most important days of the year. It's the day you were born, so if I ever forget, then shame on me."

"And to show I haven't forgotten, I have this for you. It's a necklace. Read what's one the front. ...Thank you, I'm glad you like it. ...And I love you, my darling wife."

Zakari Lines:

"Hey mom! ...Hey, if I don't need a reason to get up early, why not sleep in? Besides, most of my classes are in the afternoon anyway. But truthfully, I woke up cause its your special day! Happy birthday, by the way! How does it feel to be '35'? Your so old now! ...Haha. Come on, mom, it was just a joke. You still look beautiful, really! I'm sorry! ...Sheesh, remind me never to mention anything about numbers around you..."

"Yeah, I'm about to head out. But first... happy birthday! Yup, they're belly-dancing CDs! I saw them while browsing the store one day and thought you'd like them. ...Glad you like them, mom! Enjoy them! I'm about to head out! Happy birthday again!"

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #private party #roppongi division #mireya quinlan #kai quinlan #zakari hiroya #happy birthday mireya 2024 #arb #alternative rap battle

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merp-blerp · 1 year ago

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Some Tincrow Moments From The Wiz Production I Just Saw While It’s Fresh In My Mind

Note: I had never seen the stage version of The Wiz before last night, so I could be missing things and points. Also, my memory might be just a bit fuzzy on exact details, but I know this stuff mention did indeed happen at some point.

Avery Wilson was Scarecrow and Phillip Johnson Richardson was Tinman. They absolutely killed it. Everyone did. I’m going to need a cast album and pro-shot please!

Scarecrow is a dance God once they get him off the poll in time for “You Can’t Win”. Why they kept Michael Jackson on a damn poll in the movie despite the fact that his dance moves would've been really cool for Scarecrow, I’ll never know.

This is the first direct Oz retelling I’ve seen to give Scarecrow a human backstory (Wicked is more of/better off seen as it’s own thing in my opinion). He was once a scientist who got his brain taken by one of the witches and turned into a Scarecrow. I don’t remember if it’s mentioned if he had a family in this show—it might’ve not been—but if he did I guess he would’ve completely forgotten because he “has no brain”. And I might be wrong, but I think it was mentioned he had a name too, but if so I don’t remember it. I find that interesting and fun to play with, especially if one would be able to compare and contrast that with Nick Chopper’s backstory (and/or whatever the Tinman’s name might be in this version of Oz; guy collects names like candy). I would have to see The Wiz again in order to do that myself, but you know, I like the idea.

Tinman’s backstory is slightly different. He was too gay and sassy for his own good, saying one of the witches was a “rusty” singer, causing her to turn him from a lumberjack into a “heartless” Tinman who gradually lost almost all of his memories outside of the mere fact that he once had a family due to this curse. He thinks he doesn’t have a heart because he can’t remember the ones he loved, just that he used to. Nimmie Amee isn’t a part of his story in this show. That’s about as tragic as the backstory Baum gave him, if not worse.

Give me an angst with a happy ending AU where Tinman and Scarecrow knew each other as humans but both forgot due to their curses, only to rediscover each other through their found families. Imagine Scarecrow having Nimmie Amee’s original role in a way—noooo—

Scarecrow mimicking Tinman’s rusty dance moves while they oil him (he mimicked a lot of people throughout the show—Dorothy, the wizard’s announcers calling his name, maybe etc., so I guess it was just his cute little thing).

When Dorothy’s trying to convince the gang to bring Lion along Tinman says “Are you sure? We already have to bring Captain Brainless?” (or something a lot like that, I'm paraphrasing), thinking they had too many already as if his husband wasn't first in line on the journey before him, only for Scarecrow to say, “I’m captain?!?!” *Insert cute happy head waggles* (Hits different when you know Scarecrow becomes the ruler of Oz after the first book till Ozma’s found, but his leadership wasn't mentioned in The Wiz so maybe that's not on purpose) I adore Avery Wilson’s take on Scarecrow. Tinman has always been my favorite of Dorothy’s friends if I had to pick one, but Wilson’s performance really made Scarecrow stand out even more than usual. I don’t know if I can explain it, it might just have to be seen; pray there’s a slime tutorial out there.

Lion’s kinda gay too, but in solo. And I know Ozma’s not here, so there’s not really any evidence for Dorothy’s queerness… but she is—I can feel it in my lesbian soul, okay!?!?

All of Dorothy’s friends not only want their gifts, but don't see the point in their existences without them. It made me sad for them.

I don’t know where to mention it, but Toto’s not in this show at all—poor guy. EDIT: I just learned that in the original production, Toto was played by a white dog as a joke that there was an all-black cast as opposed to him traditionally being a black/brown dog with a white cast. That is hilarious—why didn't they recreate that???

Tincrow’s only straight-feeling moment is with them both being distracted by the poppies (which caught me off guard in this show because traditionally Scarecrow and Tinman are the only ones not affected by the poppies because they’re not flesh and blood like Dorothy, Lion, and Toto; in this Dorothy was the one to break everyone free from them. I’ve been trying to understand the purpose of this change. Maybe to give Dorothy a bit more agency). The poppies were these sensual flower ladies trying to convince the gang to be lazy, which on it’s own is a fun twist on the flowers that put Dorothy and Lion to sleep. But hey, maybe that makes it not straight, just lazy. I'm all for Bi4Bi Tincrow too.

After the Kalidahs attack they comfort and hype each other and Dorothy up (Dorothy’s their sapphic adopted daughter, in this essay, I will—).

I forget when exactly this happens, maybe during the Kalidahs scene, but at one point they casually cling to each other's arms for no(?) reason. They just met and they’re already married.

Scarecrow backup-singing a little before everyone else joins Tinman during “What Would I Do If I Could Feel” (at least at my showing, I don’t know if this is a regular occurrence as a part of the show or just something that happened to happen at mine).

Making fun of the Wicked Witch together, calling her smelly, and having Lion join in. Bros, that’s what got you in trouble to begin with—messing with a dang witch!

Interestingly, the idea of Dorothy’s friends having they’re gifts all along isn’t here. Instead, it’s implied that after they kill the last wicked witch the curse is mostly lifted, with Tincrow’s gifts returning to them, but they stay a scarecrow and tin-man for some reason. I like to think they still had them all along though, that idea’s too cute and sweet for me to let go of.

The last time we see them they leave the stage together, Lion going ahead of them to reunite with his mom. I can’t explain why this feels important to me. I guess because usually characters exit the stage individually as like a goodbye queue to the audience, knowing that that last step off the stage will detemand the last impression of the characters. So the fact that the last impression of both of them is them together feels special. Or maybe it’s just me.

They both had such sassy black queer vibes the whole time. The show itself already has such sass, but both of them, Scarecrow especially, were oozing it in different fonts. They were giving off bear x twink—or maybe otter couple vibes.

Gay or not, The Wiz is so great! I recommend it so much!

#the wiz #the wonderful wizard of oz #the wizard of oz #tincrow #tinman #tin man #tin woodsman #scarecrow #l frank baum #avery wilson #phillip johnson richardson

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she-karev · 8 months ago

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Easter (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev's Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Happy Easter guys! I hope you have a great weekend I just wanted to give you a little fun chapter with the Karev’s. It’s set in Season 17 and it’s a little foreshadow of what will happen as I continue to write this story. And don’t worry I fixed a lot of things wrong with that season mainly Jolex and DeLuca’s death both of which I found abhorrent in every way possible, so this is my way of righting many wrongs. Enjoy!

Summary: Amber and DeLuca spend Easter with Alex and Jo in Meredith’s backyard as their new niece Luna spends her first Easter with them.

Words: 2503

April 1, 2021

“Okay are you ready?” Andrew asks me in the driver’s seat as he puts his mask on. I adjust the straps of my neon yellow green dress with strappy white heels in the spirit of Easter.

“Uh yeah.” I grab my purse and grab the door handle until I remember, “Wait! I forgot something.”

I pull out my bunny ears headband and put it on, I see Andrew looking at me with a grin trying hard not to laugh. I look in my mirror and see why it’s so funny, the ears are long, straight and white with yellow metallic fabric inside the ears. It’s something I rushed and bought at Walmart yesterday because even with the vaccine covid is still out there and the last thing I want is to expose my baby niece. I grin at myself and look at my husband who laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

“The things I do for love.” I simply reply with and adjust the ears confidently and open the door. We both get out and walk over to Meredith’s where she’s hosting a small easter egg hunt for the kids in her backyard. Alex and Jo are there with Luna and so are Link and Amelia with their son, Scout. The vaccine came out a few months ago and all of us took it so we’re good. And we wanted the kids to have one normal day while we were still in a pandemic and we thought celebrating Easter would be a good choice.

I’ve never been one to celebrate the holidays in a big way but I decided to start since Alex and Jo got married and decided to host New Years and Christmas parties. It didn’t last long though with 2020 and everything that came from the awful year, we stalled holidays and birthdays. And of course, it was also the year they adopted Luna, making me an aunt and sad that I wouldn’t get to spoil her with gifts in a room full of people. I still got to do it but it’s less fun with nobody around to see what an awesome auntie I am.

I wasn’t the only one in this car who loved that little girl. Her uncle Andrew next to me also made it his mission to spoil her with love and extravagant gifts. When Alex and Jo first brought Luna home, we both got her Build-A-Bear’s to our surprise. We agreed to get separate gifts which was a mistake because he got her a custom plush bunny wearing a princess dress with ‘Luna’ sewed on one of the ears and when you press the paw it says, ‘I love you’. It made my quiet and naked pink furry teddy bear look less like a gift and more of a hand me down.

We both agreed from then on to get gifts together so we don’t show each other up and after the year we’ve had it was easy to agree on such a trivial matter. Things got rough for us in the beginning of the year and not just because of the pandemic. Andrew had a mental breakdown and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder like his father. He started acting erratic and irritable, especially towards me and a lot of ugly words came out of his mouth when I tried to help him. Not too long after he broke up with me and kicked me out of our apartment causing me to leave in tears. It was very triggering for me with everything I went through with my mother and brother, especially when he broke down in tears after yelling out that his patient’s aunt was trafficking her.

I tried calling him after that because he dropped the face of the earth and I got drunk one night and left a voicemail that made Alec Baldwin’s 2007 voicemail to his daughter sound like whale noises. Basically, I called him a copy of his dad and the only reason he got me to open my life to him was so he could tear it down because he’s a cold, manipulative carbon copy of a crazy man who I hope ends up dead in ditch then he would feel exactly how I felt then. Not my finest moment and he showed it as he ignored me while trying to save Richard’s life and I was fine with that because I had enough crazy people in my life who refused my help so I did not want another.

From what I heard his sister held an intervention for him and he finally got therapy and started taking meds. He apologized for everything he did to me and was looking to get back together. I told him that night I wasn’t gonna buckle down like my mom and go back to a man who hurt me and left me to lick my wounds. After that he tried to show me multiple times how sorry he was and how he wanted to fix us but I wasn’t having it. It wasn’t until he was stabbed while following a sex trafficker that I decided to give us one more chance.

It wasn’t smooth sailing at all especially since I was reluctant to make myself vulnerable again and Alex, Jo and Jackson made it clear they didn’t forgive Andrew for what he put me through since as my actual and spiritual siblings they felt protective of me. I had to work out a lot of my issues concerning this like my fear of ending up like my mother and reluctance to trust him fully again. And with covid and the burnout that pain was increased. It took a lot of work on both of our parts and we had to start slowly but we got back to the place we were in before his breakdown. I forgave him eventually and it took a while and a lot of grand gestures in front of them, but my family forgave him too. They threatened to bury him alive if he ever hurt me again, but I'd say they were good with us back together.

It wasn’t until Christmas our relationship evolved when he proposed to me with a ring as a gift and I said yes. We decided to elope the morning after in city hall with Alex, Jo, Carina, Jackson and Maya present. It’s been four months and things are going good, better than good actually which isn’t what I expected from being married.

After Meredith let us in, we found Alex and Jo in the backyard with Luna. Jo is cradling her while Alex is finding eggs throughout the yard with Meredith’s kids. The sight is calling to me but I’m too distracted with the baby wearing a pink jumpsuit with the hood on that has the cutest little ears on it. I gasp at the sight and walk away from Andrew to greet Luna with a wide smile.

“Hi!” Luna looks at me blankly no doubt not knowing what I’m saying but I don’t care, “How’s my favorite little niece doing?”

Jo chuckles at my doting baby voice, “Like I keep telling you she’s your only niece.”

I keep smiling at the baby too distracted to give Jo the time of day simply replying, “And like I keep telling you she is still my favorite.” I give her belly a little tickle that makes her giggle and it’s so cute I could just die, “Oh you have gotten so big from the first time I saw you and so pink!”

It’s true the first time I saw her was when her birth mom came in with Luna growing in her liver. They were able to get her out at 26 weeks and she spent the rest of the year in the NICU getting surgeries and growing into the healthy and cute toddler I just want to squeeze. She and Alex decided to adopt her after her birth mom died and her father abandoned her and since they both know what the system is like, they wanted to give Luna the home she deserves. I was all for it from the get-go because for the last two years I have been yearning to be an aunt and now I am, Auntie Amber.

“Yeah, you hear that, Luna? Your auntie is happy to have you here with us out in the open and not in some stuffy hospital.” Jo rocks Luna against her chest smiling at her and I do to suddenly overcome with the urge I feel every time I’m near her.

“Oh, I want to hold her, I’m overloading on oxytocin.” I hold my hands out and Jo chuckles before carefully putting her in my arms and I gasp in wonder at this baby, “You are gorgeous, yes you are, you’re the most gorgeous little girl in the world. Your daddy is gonna have to fight all the boys with an ax when you reach teen years.”

“And her uncle too.” Andrew coos as well affectionately pulling me towards him with my back to his front. He holds my arms while looking at the baby over my shoulder.

“Keeping boys and their greedy hands away from you is gonna be mine and your daddy’s favorite past time.” I look at him behind me amused.

“Oh, I forgot about you.” Andrew chuckles at that kissing the top of my head and I look back at the baby sighing with a smile, “Yeah this girl is golden until she decides to join a nunnery.”

Jo laughs hysterically at that, “With our luck she’ll be a dead gorgeous surgeon and her daddy is gonna be downing antacids and drowning in stress.”

“Most likely.” I look at the baby in amazement and I know how intern me would have reacted to this, “I’ve become what I hated three years ago, a woman who looks at the nearest baby like it’s crack sprinkled with hard liquor.”

“Yeah you and me both sister. Okay sweetie let’s get you some milk while your auntie tries to come down from her baby high.” Jo tries to take the baby from me and I try to hold on for a while longer.

“Come on just one more minute or I can feed her instead I wouldn’t mind really.”

Jo looks at me worriedly and turns to DeLuca for support, “Andrew?”

He puts his hands on my forearms and tries to gently coax me into releasing my baby hostage, “Ease the vice grip bella.” I whimpered but reluctantly handed the baby over to her mom. Jo takes the baby and walks to the kitchen with the baby in tow.

I whimper at the loss of her in my arms with Andrew still behind me, “I am losing it aren’t I?”

“No and I am not just saying that as the husband who is supposed to bend the truth when his wife asks him something.” I grin and turn around to face Andrew who playfully adjusts my bunny ears, “Are we having second thoughts?”

I exhale remembering after we eloped Andrew and I agreed to hold off on having kids because of the pandemic. We both know we weren’t on a clock with both of us young and healthy with rewarding careers. When the time feels right, we’ll know it is and I know now is not the right time.

“No.” I tell him and he simply nods understanding, “The vaccine is out but the pandemic is still on going and even with an announcement I will still be behind a year and need to catch up. I’m sure you want to do things and actually do surgeries more than once every two months.”

Andrew nods, “It would be nice to breathe and not see bruises around my eyes from the goggles.” I grin at him sympathetically, wrap my arms behind his neck and kiss a trail of where I would always see those bruises he leans back and looks horrified, “In laws and kids here.”

“Ah let them look.” I reply coolly and continue kissing a trail until I hear someone clearing their throat loudly. I stop and see Alex behind me carrying a basket of easter eggs looking at me scandalized and I call him out on his hypocrisy, “Oh don’t act like you didn’t have sex in a shed next to a corpse.”

He raises an eyebrow at that mention of their wedding day, “Six feet guys we are in a pandemic.” I groan at that and stop kissing Andrew keeping a good distance away to Alex’s approval, “Good now if you’ll excuse me, I have to show my daughter her eggs that I got for her and beat the other kids to.” I chuckle at that as Alex walks inside and I continue my conversation with Andrew.

“Look until the time is right Alex and Jo’s kids are the closest, I’m ever gonna get to being a parent. I’m just enjoying it while it lasts.”

“Okay cause you know I thought that we were…” He leaves the sentence hanging and I narrow my eyes at him to continue and he does, “You know craving pickles and looking to check out What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” I chuckle at that assumption.

“No trust me I would know and so would you. The surge of hormones combined with my personality I would be like if…if Drogon from Game of Thrones got knocked up.” Andrew chuckles at that, “I would act in a way that can only mean bun in the oven. No this is just me being your typical doting auntie.”

“Okay well either way I am more than open to the discussion.” Andrew grins and I grin back until I feel a pain on the top of my head causing me to gasp. I see confetti falling in front of my eyes and Andrew looks at me shocked and amused before pointing behind me I look and see it was Alex who snuck up and hit me on the head with an easter egg. I see Meredith’s kids doing the same with Link and Amelia chasing each other around the yard. I brush the confetti off my head and glare at Alex as he grins, “Big tactical error my friend, huge.”

Alex underestimates me with a laugh, “Oh really? I don’t see any eggs on you kid.”

I chuckle evilly and reach inside my purse pulling out three cartons of easter eggs I also got from Walmart causing Alex to look in fear, “I’ll give you a five second head start.” I offer causing Alex to smile nervously before running off into the yard. I chase him with kids running around us until I finally crack one then two and finally six eggs on top of his head covering us both with so much confetti laughing full heartedly as a family with our spouses looking on in amusement. I never celebrated easter until today but I can honestly say it’s something I am gonna do from now on with my family.

#greys anatomy #greysanatomyedit #greysedit #grey's anatomy #amber karev #andrew deluca #alex karev #jo wilson #luna karev #luna wilson #easter #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #giacomo gianniotti #headcanon #mine #easter 2024

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 1 year ago

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Encantober 2023 Day 3: Reunion

The Madrigal family just finished setting Casita up for a special party they were having that night. One of Alma’s old friends was coming back to the Encanto after she moved away when the triplets graduated from high school. Rosa Rodriguez was visiting to see Alma and the triplets and meet her grandkids for the first time. They were sending letters to each other since Rosa moved and Alma has not seen her since the triplets graduated. She never got the chance to come see any of the grandkids’ gift ceremonies; but now that she will be visiting the Encanto, they will finally meet her and tell her about their amazing gifts.

Once the entire Madrigal family came downstairs to welcome Rosa, they heard a knock on Casita’s door. Rosa must have got here earlier than she said she was going to be; the plane must have come early. Alma made her way to the door to answer it to see Rosa with her bags and they gave each other a hug with tears of joy. None of the grandkids saw their abuela get this emotional or happy before.

“How have you been, Alma? I’ve been waiting for today for what feels like forever!” Rosa said excitedly.

“So have I! I’ve been so busy with the grandkids and running the Encanto that I haven’t gotten the chance to write you a letter in a long time! But now here are my children all grown up, and here are my son-in-laws and grandchildren.”

The triplets made their way up to Rosa to give her a hug. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown! And now you have children of your own and they have grown so much too!” Rosa pointed out.

“Gracias, Rosa. I want you to meet my husband, Agustin, and my daughters, Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel,” Julita introduced.

“Hola, Rosa,” Agustin and the cool-colored sisters introduced, scattered.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Rosa. This is my husband, Felix, and my children, Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio,” Pepa introduced.

“Hola, Rosa. Alma has been talking a lot about you,” Felix said.

“We’re really excited to get to know you,” Dolores added.

“I’ve been excited to get to know all of you since Alma’s been writing to me about all of you since Isabela and Dolores were born.”

“I’ll put your bags in my room, Rosa. I have a bed set up for you in there,” Alma said as she grabbed Rosa’s suitcases.

“Gracias, Alma; do you know where I could put my coat?” Casita grabbed Rosa’s coat and put it on a hook near the front door, much to her surprise. “I completely forgot that Casita can help with everything. Gracias, Castia.”

“So do you want to come to the living room and sit for a bit? I’m sure you’re pretty tired from that jet lag,” Alma said.

“I would love to. Would all of you like to come sit with me so I could get to know you better and see how you’re doing?”

The family agreed and made their way to the living room. Alma let Rosa sit on the couch and she sat next to her. The rest of the family sat around the couch, surrounding Alma and Rosa to let them sit in the center.

“So, how has Sara been? We haven’t seen her or spoken to her since our graduation party and we want to know how she’s doing,” Julieta mentioned. Sara was Rosa’s only daughter, and was best friends with the triplets when they were children.

“She’s doing amazing. She has two children now, Lola and Sebastian, and they’re twenty and seventeen. Lola has been studying to become a social worker, so she’s going to be in school for quite a while. Sebastian is going to be starting his senior year of high school in the fall, so he’s been looking for schools for the year after.”

“Were you friends with Sara?” Antonio asked as he sat on his mother’s lap.

“She was one of our best friends when we were children. She came to our gift ceremony and every birthday party after that before they moved. When Juli and I started dating your papis, she was the first one we would gush about them to,” Pepa explained.

“I remember how when I was bullied regularly when we were teenagers, she was the first one besides Julieta, Pepa, Agustin, and Felix to give me as much comfort as possible when I would tell her. She was the sweetest person I met and I was really upset when she and Rosa announced they were moving,” Bruno added.

“He was more than upset. He cried for several days after they moved,” Juleita said.

Bruno blushed when she said that. “I just missed her a lot! You guys cried when Rosa announced the move too!”

“Yeah, but not as long as you have. Besides, we know you had a crush on Sara when we were teenagers,” Pepa added.

Bruno blushed harder and sank into the couch. “So? I haven’t thought about her in decades and I’m happy for her now. Isn’t that what matters?”

“It is what matters, but why would you want to hide from your nieces and nephews your childhood crushes?” Julieta asked.

“Because it’s embarrassing! I wouldn’t ask the kids about their crushes!”

“Bruno, I know you liked Sara and you clearly cared about her. She cared about you too, and she also liked you a lot. She was just too scared you wouldn’t reciprocate and didn’t tell me until after we moved,” Rosa explained.

Bruno rose back from the couch and sat up. “I’m going to be honest, something was telling me she liked me. I just didn’t ask her about it because I thought it would be weird. But she seems to be doing great now, so I’m happy for her.”

“I’m going to get dinner ready. You can talk for a little more until it’s ready,” Julieta said as she got up and made her way into the kitchen.

“Okay, mija; we’ll talk a little more until you’re ready,” said Alma.

“I will let you know when dinner’s ready, mama.”

Once dinner was ready, Rosa and the Madrigals set the table together and Julieta got dinner set up. Everyone sat down and served themselves Julieta’s Ajiaco. Once everyone served themselves, they continued their conversation and went on about the children’s gifts and how they have been doing.

“So you actually saved the miracle, Mirabel?” Rosa asked before taking a bite.

“I did; and I helped rebuild the house after it was destroyed,” Mirabel responded.

“That’s amazing! Let me tell you, Alma, all of your children and grandchildren have grown up to become such wonderful people. They’ve been helping this community so much, and I’m sure your youngest granddaughter is going to take your place as the guardian of the miracle with flying colors when she’s older.”

“Gracias, Rosa, now that they’ve gotten much older and all of us learned so much from each other, we have become so much happier since Mirabel saved the miracle.”

“And, Dolores, I heard you’re dating Senora Guzman’s grandson?”

“Si, Rosa; were you friends with the Guzmans too?” Dolores asked.

“I was; she, Alma, and I would spend our Saturday nights at the Cantina when we were younger. We would let our children sleep over here and Alma knew someone in town that babysat them.”

“I remember when we had those sleepovers together and Maria would be the one to buy the snacks and bring some games from her house for us to play,” said Bruno.

“Maria was the best babysitter ever! I remember when she graduated from high school and we all went to her graduation party when we were ten and she invited us to the cruise she went on for her college graduation when we were fourteen,” Pepa added.

“How has she been doing, by the way?” Rosa asked.

“We haven’t talked to her since she graduated from college, but she does seem to be doing well,” Alma replied.

“Hey, Bruno, since I know you mentioned that you had a crush on Sara. Have you ever had a date with her?” Luisa asked.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it a date, but I remember this one time when we were in high school we did go to the ice cream shop together, just the two of us. And by that, I mean your mamas set it up for us.”

“Do you remember how it went?” Antonio asked.

“All I remember was that we got to know each other a little bit better and we just had a great time. It didn’t lead to anything since we were too scared to say anything, but it was still fun. Julieta and Pepa were probably disappointed that it didn’t lead to anything.”

As Rosa and the Madrigals continued talking with each other during dinner, each family member continued bringing up fun stories and accomplishments that happened in their lives. After dinner was over, Rosa stayed in Alma’s room to continue catching up with each other, just the two of them. It was a reunion that neither of them would trade for the world.

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purplebass · 2 years ago

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Someday, Somehow - Gabrily/Wessa

Hello :) this is set sometime in 1881-1882, one year roughly after Gabrily and Wessa got married. Cecily breaks her ankle in Wales while she's on her one-year anniversary trip with Gabriel, and they're forced to go back to London. Will is annoyed at Gabriel, and Gabriel is annoyed at Will for putting his nose where he shouldn't. Married couples dynamics. Siblings dynamics between Cecily and Will, and in-laws dynamics between Will and Gabriel. Read on A03 💜

Gabriel got up from bed and closed the window. Rain was pouring outside, but they hadn’t realized, since both had been focused on drawing healing runes on Cecily’s foot. She had twisted her ankle right in front of her parents’ cottage in Wales, where they had intended to spend a few days to celebrate their first wedding anniversary. She tried not to sigh, even though it was painful. Worst of all, she hated that she was to blame. She’d missed the stone on the terrain because of the lack of light. Supposedly, she had twisted her ankle, she thought.

Gabriel had been tending to her injury, but she told him to take a break since he was thirsty. Well, to be quite honest, she pretended she was okay so he would leave her alone and she could assess the real damage. Cecily bit her lip, trying to hide a gasp as she used her fingers to touch where it hurt the most. The discomfort she felt reminded her of when she broke her leg after she fell from a horse. It had been dreadful, because it took more than one month to properly walk again. She didn’t know she was a shadowhunter and could cure her wounds with a stele back then. This kind of pain, though, didn’t seem to subside with runes.

She heard footsteps, and managed a quick smile when Gabriel appeared at the doorway, holding a squared box in his hands. She frowned, curious, as he walked to her side and showed it to her, trying to school her expression so he wouldn’t know her ankle was throbbing. It was worse than her head pulsing after a long day spent in the stable shoeing the horses.

“Happy anniversary, my love,” he whispered, his eyes flickered with anticipation. She could tell he was eager to know her reaction. He was cute, and she was trying not to ruin the mood.

“It’s a croissant, a very busted one,” she noticed. “You remember I liked it.”

“I know, but –”

“Thank you, Gabriel,” her mouth curved into a smile, and she touched his cheek affectionately. “I love you,” she kissed his mouth. “Happy anniversary to you too.” He had given her a croissant. A croissant directly from Paris. It was the sweetest thing someone had done for her, and she hadn’t expected it. “I forgot my gift home,” she confessed. “It wasn’t food, so it won’t rot, but…”

“Then you’ll give it to me once we’re back,” he offered her a sincere grin. “It’s already a gift being here with you, as much as it sounds predictable.”

“I’m happy to be in Wales with you too,” she agreed. They planned to look around the small town nearby the following day, and enjoy whatever it had to offer, which she knew wasn’t a lot because it was such a remote place, but it didn’t matter. They had decided to go there to take a break from London’s stressful environment, and what better place than bucolic Wales to celebrate their first anniversary properly? It was where she was born, and he has still not seen it. She wanted to show him a part of herself he didn’t know yet.

Cecily woke up with a start the following morning, her eagerness that the ankle wouldn’t bother her and they would be able to be tourists for once, tore to pieces. She found with irritation that her ankle was still tormenting her. She felt it pulsing as if it had a heart of its own, and it wasn’t a good sign. “Ouch,” she muttered, trying not to wake her husband, noticing later that he wasn’t in bed. He appeared in the doorway wearing fresh clothes when she sat down, and she managed a crooked smile. A smile that wouldn’t give away her feelings.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Gabriel said, carrying a jug of fresh water with him. He poured a glass to her. “How is your foot today?”

“How did you know?” she sighed, drinking the water as fast as she could. She was thirsty.

Gabriel frowned, rolling his eyes. “You groaned in your sleep, Cecy,” he sat down next to her. “Can I look?”

She nodded, defeated. So much for hiding it from him. He removed the bedding carefully, and she tried to stir her foot when he placed it on his leg, but failed. “I can’t flex it,” she said.

He moved her ankle with his hand, and she yelped. “This doesn’t look good,” he declared with a stern voice. “Perhaps it’s broken.”

“Broken? How? I just twisted my ankle,” she huffed. “I can stand, I think. Help me.”

He obliged, but when Cecily put the throbbing foot on the floor, she tilted her body on the side, and he had to hold her up. He tried to draw more iratzes on her, but they disappeared quite quickly as if they had never existed. “We need a Silent Brother,” Gabriel said firmly.

“We won’t find any here,” she acknowledged. “How do we do?”

“It’s simple,” he said. “We go back to London on the first train, and get help.”

“What about our trip?”

“Trip is over, Cecy,” he shrugged. “I’m not an expert in medicine, but I can tell that this needs attention,” he placed her foot back on the bed, and she tried not to cry as he did so. The area around her ankle had turned a scary shade of purple. “I saw that there’s another cottage around here. I'll ask if they can give us something to go to the station with.”

“Wait,” she took his hand before he could stand and leave. “I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he caressed her cheek. “We can come here another time, okay? You’re thinking too much,” he said with a smile, fixing his jacket. “We should relax. Albeit short, I’ve enjoyed this trip a great deal.”

She chose to believe him, but she still felt a little sad once they were on their ride. Gabriel really went to their neighbor to ask him to take them back with his carriage.

“You're the little one, aren't you?” the man asked her once they were seated in his carriage without a roof. Very bucolic, indeed. It reminded her of when she was little.

“I'm sorry?”

“I remember your family, the Herondales,” he explained with broken English. “Your brother used to steal our horse to ride,” he shook his head in disapproval. His tone wasn’t bitter. He seemed amused instead. Maybe it also reminded him of a happy time in his life.

Cecily couldn't hide her laugh. Now she remembered this man. And she remembered how Will used to tell her that he found the horse wandering alone in the woods, so it was free to ride as they pleased, since it didn’t have an owner. Almost everyday whenever they went there on vacation, history repeated. The horse appeared at noon and disappeared before sunset without a trace. Cecily always wondered where Will found it the next day, thinking he could talk to animals. Ah, she was gullible as a child. “I don't know, I don't remember,” she lied, offering the old man a grin. “And you are correct, I am Cecily Herondale,” she said. “Cecily Lightwood now.”

“You look just like your mother,” he praised her.

She blushed, not used to people telling her that. In the shadow world, nobody ever saw her mother, so they didn’t know.

“If I may, she's even more beautiful than her mother,” Gabriel said, glancing at her. Every time, it made her blush. She felt loved.

“You aren't wrong, boy,” the old man replied. “You her husband, I suppose?”

He nodded, and the conversation flew between them, some of it in Welsh, which Gabriel was very good at. With his help, she was able to get on the train without damaging her ankle even more. The ride to London took four hours, and it was devastating for her foot. It wouldn't stop throbbing, and Gabriel offered her to put it on his legs for comfort, to hell with decency. They were married, and her foot was killing her so much that she would put it out of the window if it helped ease the pain. The position helped her a little. They took a cab to get back to the Institute, once they arrived in London. It was late afternoon, and Cecily hoped to pass unobserved and go to their bedroom so she could rest.

“Cecily, Gabriel,” Tessa walked towards them when they were crossing the threshold. It was as if she had been there, waiting for someone. She hoped Will wasn’t there. “Oh my, what happened?”

“I twisted my ankle,” Cecily said, and Tessa came by her side to help her walk. The short flight of stairs that lead to the bedrooms seemed endless with a broken foot. “And we think it might be broken. Iratzes don’t seem to work,” she explained.

“I’m sorry you had to get back earlier because of this,” Tessa sighed. “You’re in luck, Jem is coming here and he can look after your foot. He should’ve been here already, but I guess he was delayed.”

“That’s why you were close to the door,” Cecily said. After living for over a year with her and Will, it wasn’t so strange to see Jem around there anymore. Glancing closely at Tessa, she didn’t look well, and maybe Jem was coming for his duty as a Silent Brother. “Is everything fine?” she asked, wondering where the heck her brother was. Damn, she was incoherent.

“Tess, finally!” Will’s eyes met Tessa’s and then Cecily’s. Mystery solved. He gazed down at her foot and then at her two helpers, and his expression turned grave. Cecily would’ve loved to disappear behind a random door and avoid her brother, but it wasn’t possible, given the circumstances. “What the hell happened?” He approached their little group, gently taking his wife’s place and supporting her in her stead. She faintly heard him mutter to Tessa that she shouldn’t strain herself, and she should’ve been in bed waiting for Jem, but she shook her head and said she was able to stand.

Cecily could see that Will was livid, and it started getting on her nerves too. Not only had she sustained an injury and had to stop her anniversary trip, she was sure he was also going to nag at her. “Let me get seated first, shall you?” she spat at him, glaring to make her point. “As you can see, my pace is slow.”

Will frowned, but kept his word and didn’t add anything. She heard him huff, though, and in a way, it made her laugh. Gabriel helped her sit on their bed when they were in their room, and along with her brother and sister-in-law, they arranged the spot in a way that her foot was propped on a soft pillow and it wouldn’t hurt her much. She silently thanked Gabriel for not saying anything at her brother, because she was sure he wanted to snap.

“You had to come back in three days from Wales,” Will voiced suddenly, while she sipped a glass of water. “What the hell happened, Cecily?” he asked sternly, eying her and then Gabriel.

“Don’t treat me and my husband as if we’re little kids, Will,” her tone was bitter. “I twisted my ankle, so what? It happened many times when I was a child,” and many times, because of things I saw you do and did myself, she wanted to add, but she kept mum.

“This time is different,” he said, shaking his head. “This time –” he stopped, as Tessa, who had left them alone once Will had taken her spot, came into the room. Cecily was always amazed at how this woman had the power to soothe her brother’s mood.

“Jem has arrived,” she announced. “He is waiting in the bedroom. I can tell him to come here first, if you want.”

Cecily saw the tenderness with whom Will regarded Tessa, and then herself. She could tell he was conflicted, the vein on his forehead pulsing. “No, thank you, Tessa. I can wait.”

“But Cecy –” Gabriel was about to say, but she took his hand and squeezed hard to shut him up.

Will sighed before leaving with his wife, not before glaring at Gabriel. She knew it wasn’t over, but at least she had a little reprieve.

“Why did you let them go?” he asked after they left. “I don’t know what those three do whenever Jem is here, but I think your health should come first.”

“She didn’t seem good,” Cecily said. “Tessa. She looked pale. She’s probably called him for a medical reason, not to gossip.” Not that she believed they exchanged gossip, but that was beside the point. She knew Gabriel still didn’t understand what Will and Tessa shared with Jem.

“If you say so,” he shrugged, “perhaps he was simply mad. It’s something your brother would do, just to spite me.”

She didn't answer, because it was useless. She knew Gabriel was just being protective and looking after her wellbeing, but she also knew her brother. She saw the weariness in his eyes and his wife's own, and she suspected something serious might have happened while they were away.

After a while, Jem came into their bedroom to check her ankle, Will in tow. The air was thick. Gabriel had glared at him when he entered, his fists clenched. Oh, he was mad. Jem didn't wear his Silent Brother hood as usual, and even if his eyes were sewn shut, he gravitated towards Will with apprehension. He felt her brother's electric mood, which didn’t seem to have dissipated after his friend’s visit. If any, Will’s aura could’ve electrocuted them, if he’d touched anybody.

“Took you long enough,” Gabriel said, looking at both. “My wife was dying of pain right here.”

Cecily saw the switch on his brother's face, and Jem noticed it too. She could tell he was ready to stop him, if he acted rashly. She wasn’t sure if he was angry because of her ankle or because of what had happened in the other room. She just knew she didn’t want to finish the day with Will and Gabriel arguing. They hadn’t argued for weeks and it seemed things were progressing nicely between them. She had seen how they didn’t glance at each other warily like they used to. It may take time for two people at odds with each other to move past their issues in an instant, and she knew that Will and Gabriel were still far from calling each other good friends.

She was about to say she was fine, the pain was bearable, but her brother beat her to it. “You should've been more attentive, then,” he answered coldly. “You're her husband, God forbid! She could've fallen from the hill! She could've died!” He said, his voice strained.

“I wouldn't,” Cecily said firmly, rolling her eyes, this time beating Gabriel successfully. “Stop being an ass. I fell by myself. It wasn't his fault.”

But Will didn’t get the memo. He really wanted to be slapped today. She would have slapped him if she could stop him from coming at her husband for something that he didn’t do. And she would’ve slapped Gabriel too, because this time, he had provoked him.

“When Cecily decided to marry you, I trusted her that you would keep her safe, and that you’ll make a family with her,” he shot a disapproving glance at Gabriel. “I guess I was wrong. One year later, and still nothing different.”

“Don't you dare, Will,” Cecily said before the conversation could escalate into something worse. “Don't you even dare to meddle in our affairs! Why are you even still here? My husband is perfectly capable of protecting me, not that it's any of your business!”

“Then, where is the baby, Cecily? He can't or he doesn't want to?”

Gabriel clenched his fist, and Cecily thought he was going to lunge at him for a second, but he didn’t. At least he was trying to control himself. “Enough, Will. Shut up and leave. I don’t want you here,” she replied to him. Her foot pulsed as she did so. She was getting angrier by the second, and it was her brother’s fault. So much for needing resting.

Will frowned at both, and was ready for a comeback, but Jem spoke first. I will get back to you as soon as I'm done, Jem said, his voice strong and commanding. You should go back to Tessa, I’ll take care of Cecily. She’s –

But Will didn't let him finish. “I will,” he replied, resigned. “I –” he glanced one last time at her. With his eyes downcast, he left the room as if his feet were on fire, leaving Cecily puzzled but also really upset. She wanted to know how Jem and Tessa did it, but it didn’t matter now.

“Finally, by the Angel,” Gabriel muttered once the door was closed. “I was close to punching him if he went on,” he glanced at Jem, as if he assumed he would tell Will before leaving the Institute. “I hate when he meddles in our private lives.”

“About having kids, you mean? Let him talk,” she shrugged. “He doesn’t know the truth.”

“That we,” he sighed, “one of us,” he took a pause, “may have a problem conceiving?”

Cecily was frustrated. They had discussed this topic several times, but always postponed a solution, citing that they would have fun before seriously thinking about a child. They weren’t even sure there was. Maybe, that was their solution. To try and try until it happened. “He doesn’t need to know that. We don’t talk about that, since his wife may never give him a child.”

“You’re too sensitive when it comes to your brother, Cecily,” he crossed his arms on his chest, and turned to watch out of the window.

“Do you want to become a father now, Gabriel?” she sighed. “I thought you said to wait. Or to see if it happened… spontaneously. But nothing ever happened, and sometimes I wonder, if I –” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence. She remembered Jem was listening, and even if he wasn’t the type to tattle to her brother, they were still private matters.

Jem coughed so he would get their attention. If I may, there are some ways to discover if one of you might be infertile, he moved closer to the bed. I could tell you right now, if you want to know.

She exchanged a glance with Gabriel. He stood stony faced by the window, and didn’t seem too convinced. “Fine,” he said. “But it doesn’t go out of this room,” he glanced at Jem, who looked unfazed. “Otherwise –”

Will Herondale used to be my parabatai and is still a dear friend of mine, Gabriel Lightwood, he said coldly in their heads. But this doesn’t mean I will reveal everything I know about other shadowhunters and breach the trust they put in us Silent Brothers, he walked even closer to him. If you don’t trust me with your wife, you’re free to call another Brother. Say the word, and I will leave.

“No,” Cecily replied quickly. “We trust you, right Gabriel?”

Gabriel snorted before replying. “Of course.” He didn’t seem too convinced, but Cecily didn’t care. “Do what you have to do.”

Jem checked the ankle matter first, telling Cecily that it was broken but that it wouldn’t take long to heal. He ordered her to put ointment on it and not to put too much weight on it. At least, it was nothing serious. Then, as promised, he checked the other issue. Neither her or Gabriel were ready for the outcome, but it explained a few things. At least, Gabriel seemed more grateful to Jem after he provided his medical experience to help them.

None of them saw either Will or Tessa for the whole day, until the following day and Cecily was glad for the break. Not the break in her ankle, naturally. That was still awful, but her foot felt refreshed after starting the cure Jem had given her. Cecily tried to sleep but she couldn’t stop thinking about what he had revealed to them. Hours passed, and Gabriel rose at the same hour, trying not to make much noise not to wake her, unsuspecting she had stayed awake nonetheless.

Someone knocked on their door while he was done getting dressed, and she was pretending to sleep. She didn’t want him to ask her how she was feeling for the umpteenth time. She needed a break from Gabriel’s worries a little too, and she would try to get it. If only she could sleep.

“What do you want?” Gabriel muttered. “She’s sleeping, and I bet she doesn’t want to see you.”

“No need to be rude, I just came to apologize,” it was Will. Coming to apologize. As he should.

“Then apologize, and leave,” Gabriel replied, annoyed. “I need to be somewhere.” He closed the door behind him, but she could still hear muffled voices outside.

She knew she shouldn’t have gotten off the bed, but she was curious. It was rare that Will apologized to Gabriel – not that they had argued to the point of needing apologies, ever since she’d married him. She wanted to hear what he would say. She drew a quick strength and silence iratze on her arm and walked as fast as she could to the door. She couldn’t hear properly, so she drew a listening or more like a spying rune, that Will had taught her. She had to thank him for teaching her useful things.

“Look, I know what I said yesterday was cruel, and I apologize for it,” Will said calmly. “I guess I needed to unload my anger somewhere after I’d just learned something that put me down, and unluckily, I threw it at you. It wasn’t fair.”

“Many things you did yesterday weren’t fair, Will,” Gabriel declared. “But even I can see that you’re trying to be nice even though we don’t see eye to eye on some things.”

“I was just worried about my sister and her wellbeing, would you have preferred I wasn’t?”

“Which I appreciate, because I know you love her and she loves you. But she’s not a little kid anymore,” Gabriel paused. “And that’s not even the reason I got mad. You crossed a line, Will. It’s not your business what I and my wife do behind closed doors, just like me and Cecily don’t dwell on what you and Tessa do. Just like me and Cecily shy away from talking about family matters like having kids with you. We know how sour that topic is for you. I’d like you to use the same sensitivity to us. Otherwise, I’d have no other choice than punching you or telling you to go to hell. Or both.”

“I understand, and you’re right. I shouldn’t have asked about that. Now I’ll leave you to your day. I hope we are fine, for Cecily’s sake. And I hope everything is okay.”

Gabriel sighed. “She needs rest, Will,” that was all he said about the matter that Jem disclosed the day before. Only the thought made her want to cry. “What about Tessa? Wasn’t Jem here to check on her health?”

“Tessa needs rest too,” he simply said, his voice monotone. “She had a miscarriage. We had really thought, this time…” he left the sentence hanging. This explained why he got even more mad at Gabriel, but it didn’t justify him. “But we will try again, no matter what.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Gabriel answered sincerely. “I really think it is always worth trying, even if life seems to tell you that you should give up.”

“I don’t want to be intrusive, but –” he stopped. “That’s not my business. Can I please see Cecily?”

“Be quick,” he advised, and opened the door without warning. Cecily started crying without realizing it, and Gabriel found her like that, sitting on the floor, her back to the wall. “Cecily, what? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t get mad,” she said, giving him her hand so he could help her stand. Will also entered the room, wearing the same expression as her husband.

“Why were you here? Did you want to go to the bathroom?” Gabriel wondered.

“She was eavesdropping,” Will said instead, and giggled. Cecily glared at him, while Gabriel rolled his eyes. Give it to her brother to lighten the mood, at least. “What? See, she drew the spying rune on the wall,” he told his brother-in-law.

“I don’t know that rune,” Gabriel said, “but this is not the priority at this moment!”

“Please, don't argue again, you two,” she reached the bed and sat down. “I didn't fall. I am okay. I was totally eavesdropping because you were apologizing.”

“It's not like I haven't done it before,” Will huffed. “I'm sorry, by the way. For what I said yesterday. See? I've done it again.”

“Gabriel, can you leave us, please?” she asked, needing to talk to Will alone.

“I will run an errand, if you need me,” he said. “You,” he pointed at Will jokingly, “behave.” Will rolled his eyes with a grin, and Gabriel left them alone without questioning.

“I forgive you for what you said, even though I was mad. You were too much, Will. Sometimes you remind me of papa, and for the love of the angel, I am a married woman!” she shrugged. “But I didn't want to talk to you only to tell you this,” she looked away. “I unfortunately fell and hurt my ankle, but this brought light onto something else.”

“That I'm just a protective older brother who loves you?”

“Don't be silly,” she patted his arm. “Your beloved Jem examined me and he said that I might have a problem and that's why we can't still have a baby.”

“I'm sorry, Cecy. I feel even angrier at myself for saying those things. You don't deserve it.” He touched her shoulder in understanding. “Can this problem be fixed?”

“You and Tessa also don't deserve it,” she offered him a smile. “Jem said I’ll have to get pregnant to find out. It’s something that we can’t predict,” she said. She wouldn’t tell Will that Jem told them that she or her future baby could be at risk during the pregnancy, or he would’ve been even more depressed. “If I can ever get pregnant, which is a side effect to this condition he believes I have. He advises more medical examinations.”

“I’m really sorry about that,” said Will, and she could tell he meant it. “And I wish you and Gabriel the chance to become parents. I know how much you want it,” he ruffled her hair as if she was still little. “I feel more of an ass, for what I accused Gabriel for, earlier. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

She wiped away a tear from her cheek. “Can you ask Bridget to prepare something for me? Lemon tarts?” she wondered, and Will nodded instantly. She knew how much it annoyed him to tell Bridget what she had to do, especially since she rarely listened to him. “And second, go to Tessa, Will. I’m sure she needs you more than me.”

“You heard us in the corridor,” he said, realization dawning on him. It was his eyes that were glossy now, but he tried not to show it. “Life is really giving us lemons.”

“And we’re making lemon tarts,” she sighed. “Things won’t stay the same, Will. The future's not set in stone,” she said this both to him and to herself. “You said it yourself. You have to try again, no matter what. We don’t know what life has in store for us.”

“Look how you turned wise, Cecy,” he declared proudly. “No, you’ve always been wise. And you married a wise man.”

“You should tell him to his face,” she provoked him.

“You wish,” he stood, and kissed his sister’s cheek. “I must go, and you should rest. If you need anything –”

“I will be okay, now go to your wife,” she ordered him, and he listened to her for once.

Gabriel returned after a few yours, and she noticed he was wearing her gift. She hadn’t realized it before, caught up in her eavesdropping. “That shade of green looks good on you,” she remarked.

He smiled at her, regarding his new vest with pride. “That’s because you know how to pick nice clothes,” he removed his shoes and sat on the bed close to her. “Everything okay with Will?”

She put her head on his chest, and he started touching her hair. “We talked about what Jem told us yesterday,” she revealed, sighing. “He told me about what happened to him. Nothing new.”

“It’s not true that it’s nothing new,” he said. “At least now we know why,” he paused, “why nothing happened so far. Not that we actively tried, but –”

“I know, but it could’ve still happened spontaneously even if we didn’t try it,” she knew tears still threatened to spill, and she didn’t want to cry again that day.

“It will happen one day, I’m sure of it. I’ll make it happen.”

She looked up at him. “You’re not the only one who has to make it happen, you know,” she shook her head and grabbed his shirt. “I’m sorry I still can't give you a child, Gabriel. I know how much you wanted one.”

“Cecy, my love, it’s not your fault,” he kissed the top of her head. “You heard what Jem said. He said that it would take more time, but not that it’s unlikely.” Not like Tessa, he wanted to say, but he refrained from saying it. Even though she tried to hide it sometimes, he knew that she deeply felt for her brother and sister in law’s situation. “We just need to be more patient.”

“We will keep trying,” she echoed, “until it happens. Even if I have to become a mom at forty.”

“You'd be such a beautiful mother even then,” he smiled at her. “But I’m sure it will happen before that, trust me.”

She intended to ask him how he could be so sure of a matter so up in the air, but she wanted to think positive. She would trust him, and she would try to trust herself that nothing would go wrong. Someday, they will be parents.

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ARRANGE MARRIAGE *MDNI*

^Repost from other account. Ending Added.^

CW; JUST CRACK AND SADNESS, YANDERE

Make Believe.

~Sanzu's Part~

You were just a sweet innocent girl who was sheltered from the violent world. You were naive and delicate when you met him and was deceived by his poison laced lies.

You were hesitant to trust him but slowly you fell in love until you could no longer think about anything else other than him. You always ran to him as soon as you heard the door open and you wrapped your innocent arms around his waist loving the way he feels.

It was a great illusion until the day you opened the door to an unknown woman. Taller and more mature than you are. Red lips and dark eyelashes. The givenchy dress that your husband gifted her hugged her figure perfectly. She’s someone who could take any man she wants but she took yours who made you feel alive and free for the first time in your life.

“Who are you?” You asked confused. She smirks and handed you an envelope containing her ultrasound and a video tape of her spending a wild night with the husband whom you’ve loved so much.

You went out of the house with your heart shattered to pieces and once you got back your belongings are moved from the master’s bedroom to the maids headquarters.

You entered the house and you could hear them moaning confessing their love for each other. From that day you stayed silent. You watch your husband shower her with love while she made you feel like trash.

That was 7 years ago. And now you grew cold and accustomed to the dangerous and disgusting life you have. You no longer wished to be wrapped around his arms and found someone else who cherishes you.

“Hey. If you cut off my foot would I feel pain? ‘Cause like my foot is cut off.” You squint your eyes to your boyfriend. He’s a whooping 6ft 4 half Brazilian a quarter Russian and Japanese and he looks intimidating as hell with his big body and tattooes not to mention the scar between his eyes down to his lips. But he’s just a big dummy on the inside always asking you dumb questions.

“Baby, you graduated with me on Harvard yet you ask stupid questions.”

“I studied law not medicine.” He says pulling your hand kissing it. You blushed and sighed. Sanzu cheating on you was the best thing that happened to your life.

You were able to study in Harvard and meet your boyfriend. You look at him and admired his beautiful face. He’s the man who made you realized that it wasn’t you who was at fault.

“When will you marry me?” He asked you and you were taken aback. He knows about Sanzu but-

“I can just kill him you know.” You nervously laughed and leaned on his shoulder never letting his hand go.

“You’ll start a war.”

“I don’t care. Can’t believe that bitch hasn’t overdosed yet.” You laugh and rolled your eyes. It sure as hell would be a good scene to see.

“Oh, I forgot I want to give you something.” You reached for your coat’s pocket and tried to pull out the watch you’ve brought for him but it was nowhere to be found. You cursed remembering that you hid it under your bed back at the house you never really go home to.

“Fucking hell, why did I hid that there.” You mutter to yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Your boyfriend asked you and you shake your head softly before returning it to his shoulder.

“Nothing, I’ll give it to you tomorrow.” He hummed and the two of you proceeded to go to his house where you two made love. He is different from your husband. He handles you with care afraid to break you. He looks at you with so much adoration and from his eyes you could tell that he’ll never betray you. After he fell asleep you changed and decide to go back to your “house” not too far away from his.

As you parked your boyfriend’s car in front of the place you hate you noticed that all of the lights are on and the maids stood outside of the house shivering from the coldness.

Some of them plastered frustration on their faces while the others looked quite pleased. You went out of the car and went to the maid who cared for you the most when you were experiencing pain from your husband and his mistress.

“What’s happening?” You asked and she held your face and smiled.

“Your husband found out that he wasn’t the father of the brat.” You chuckled. You somehow thought of it in the back of your mind.

“And that’s the tea.”

“That was a great tea. Thank you.” You smiled wildly before going to the house. The furnitures are destroyed and everything is a mess. Sanzu and his mistress were nowhere to be seen.

Shit, I would’ve like to have seen the chaos.

You went to your room and took the watch before heading out ready to go back to your boyfriend. You smile as you look at the watch you bought him. It was a rare watch and you bid a million to get it. Money wasn’t a problem for you or for your boyfriend so maybe just maybe you could just fake your own death and be with your loving boyfriend. Away from everyone.

This will look good on him.

As you stepped in the living room you hear coughing and your eyes went to Sanzu. He was laying on the floor with a bottle of whiskey on his hand and pills scattered around the floor. You cringe at yourself for liking him in the past. He’s a hardcore addict. Skinny and looks like the Jack? From the nightmare before Christmas. Or is it Jonny? You don’t know and you don’t care.

Ew. Is that snot running down his fucking nose?

“Wife.” He says tiredly his eyes barely open before taking a sip of his liquor. You ignored him and proceeded on your way but he then started to crawl towards you on a fast pace.

“EW! Stay back disgusting piece of shit!” You yelled as you jumped and dash towards the door. You felt like you’re being chased by pennywise and your heart was pounding in your chest. You slam the door close and immediately went to your boyfriend’s car. You sighed thinking you’re safe but a scream escape your mouth when you saw him on your window banging.

“Wife! Let’s talk! Please!”

“Holy FUCK!” You yelled scared but your fear soon turned into amusement. You called your boyfriend as Sanzu kept pulling on the door like the crazy maniac he is. His suit is covered with cocaine and he smelled like a fucking hobo.

“Baby where are you?” You almost moaned when you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“Pinky got wrecked. His mistress cheated.” You laughed and your boyfriend from the other line went quiet before laughing with you. You turned on the camera and showed Sanzu. His eyes widen and started banging on the door harder. He was enraged to see the gorgeous man on the screen.

“Baby. He looks like RONALD THE FUCKING MCDONALD HOLY SHIT!!!” You and your boyfriend laughed together until Sanzu went away only to return with a rock on his hand.

“Shit.” You panicked and immediately started the car and drove off.

“That motherfucker is crazy as fuck.” You sighed relief that you got away from him. You look at the rear mirror to see him jumping around pulling on his fried hair yelling at the maids.

“What a fucking loser.”

“SHIT! WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING?! CHASE MY FUCKING WIFE!” Sanzu yelled to the maids like they could fucking outrun your boyfriend’s Ferrari. He threw the rock on the wall and yelled profanities until he passed out.

“B-baby hey how are you!” Sanzu appeared out of nowhere and knelt in front of you. You were patiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive at the cake shop you two always ate at and was quite happy until he ruined your day. The customers around got creeped out and asked to be moved leaving the two of you almost alone.

“Holy mother of fucking Satan. How the hell did you found me?” You threw your hands on the air agitated at his present. His hair dry, suit stained with god knows what and his under eyes that never had eye bags has it now.

“Look, lemme explain okay? I was fooled! She told she’s pregnant and the brat I thought he’s mine that’s why I left you but you know that I love you right?” He says wide eyed rubbing his hands together as he moves closer to you.

“Look, Haruchiyo-“

“No, don’t say that. I’m your Haru remember? I’m still your Haru.”

“Who the fook is this guy?” You laughed as your boyfriend impersonates Connor Mcgregor’s Iconic line. You stood up and went to hug your boyfriend leaving Sanzu on his knees to turn around just to see you in the arms of a foreigner taller than him.

“Who’s this guy baby?” You cringed at his words. He acts like he’s done nothing to you. He acts like he didn’t make you cry for months on end. And it makes you angry.

“Baby, Ass cheeks. You’re married to this…. Damn. You don’t deserve to be tied to this- Surprised this guy didn’t get sued for plagiarizing Joker. I’m actually a lawyer so give me a call-“ Sanzu stood up and swung at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend pushed you away and he took a hit from Sanzu which didn’t seem to have affected him. You groan after hitting the table and falling to the ground. Your boyfriend didn’t bother to take a hit and immediately went to you.

“H-Hey, baby. I’m sorry.” Sanzu apologize as he tried to help you up. You pushed him away and your boyfriend lifted you from the ground.

“Sanzu! Why can’t you let me be! I never said a word when you were with your mistress! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE HOW YOU MADE ME FEEL!” You started yelling at him. Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist and you buried your face on his chest.

“You moved my things on the fucking maids headquarters, you made her do whatever she wanted to do. You fucked her in the bedroom we were supposed to be together. You never celebrated my birthday or anything with me! You let me go to America and we haven’t talked for years and now that I’ve found someone that I love and that truly loves me you’re just gonna ruin it because your whore fucking fooled you? SHUT YOUR SHIT! I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

Sanzu was speechless. He hates that you are yelling at him while you’re in another man’s arms. It’s stupid. He knows. He’s a hypocrite, he knows. But he just wants you back. He forgot about you. It’s true. But why can’t he have you back now that he’s ready to love you again.

“You don’t know anything that I’ve been through. I hate that I fell for your lies and I hate that you’re trying to say that you still love me when clearly you never did. Because if you did. You would’ve never cheated on me. I was fucking 17! And I was in the same house as your fucking mistress! I questioned everything about me and blamed myself for your fucking faults!”

What did I do wrong? Was I too fat? Too childish? Immature? Dumb? Maybe it’s my stretch marks? The way I speak? Myself?

“I questioned everything and I was going insane! I went fucking insane.” You cried and poured all of your bottled emotion to the mad dog who doesn’t understand the concept of love. You burried your face on your boyfriends neck and he knew it was time to leave.

You did everything you wanted and threw me under the fucking bus. And now you want to take away my happiness?

Sanzu sat down on the chair you were sitting earlier and sipped on your half finished coffee.

If only he died you will surely come back to me.

SANZU VS YOUR BF (CHRISTIANO)

Soft breathings. You smile as you watch your boyfriend sleep. He’s not a saint and is quite ruthless but with you he’s always so gentle, scared to hurt you. Unlike your husband but when you’re in love you never really notice the other person’s flaws. You only realized that he wasn’t the best you’ve had when you met your boyfriend. He only cared about his pleasure and never thought about yours.

Never really remember anything about you and makes it your fault whenever you're mad at him. Gaslighter. Manipulator. Murderer and Cheater that’s what your husband is.

So, it really puzzled you how you fell in love with that kind of man.

Weeks turned to months and Sanzu never tried to approached you. Maybe he went back to his mistress. You don’t care. You’ll never care. Specially when you’re carrying the child of the man you love the most. You’re terrified to tell him but you know he’ll be as happy as you are.

“Babe? Are you okay?” Your boyfriend ask you as the two of you take a sit on a park bench after a long evening walk.

“I have something to tell you.” The winds intensified and he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulder. “Yeah?” “I’m pregnant….” “Bitch what?” You laughed as his mouth remained wide open. “Baby, you gonna be a daddy.” He didn’t spoke for a few seconds and you got scared but relief washed over you when he pulled you for a hug. “If you say sike we are going to be done.” He says as he shower your face with kisses. You laugh and tapped on his shoulder trying to calm him down. “I’m really pregnant. 2 months.” He pinched your face before kissing you deeply and started screaming that he’s going to be a father. Some passers looked at him like he’s a weirdo and some congratulated the two of you.

Your life was blissful until one day when you went out alone to go baby shopping…. “Excuse me miss, orange is a gender neutral color right? We don’t wanna know the babies gender until they are born-“ You were with a shop clerk until you noticed that she was gone. “Long time no see.” Sanzu appears well dressed and intact. You stepped back and immediately guarded your stomach. He laughs in disbelief. You tried to use the clothing rack to guard yourself from him but he easily pushed it away. “You’re pregnant? I don’t remember making love to my wife.” Calm. He’s calm but beyond that is a sinister man. A dangerous man that could harm you anytime. “Haruchiyo stop. Don’t hurt my baby.” He steps closer to you every step he took made you closer to death. He then knelt in front of you and pressed his ear on your stomach. “Hello baby, it’s daddy.” Your eyes flickers as panic eats you. Your shoulder starts to shiver and your mouth dries. So dry like you’ve been walking in a dry land for miles on ends. He’s delusional. Delusional and lonely. You can feel how he longs for love. Love that he doesn’t deserve nor know. “Have you been taking good care of my child?” He asked you standing up and wrapping his arms around you gently hugging you. “H-haruchiyo-“ “It’s fucking Haru.” He snapped for a moment before caressing your face turning his facade sweetness again. “I-i I need to go.” You look up to his dead eyes. “Are you tired? I was hoping to take you around baby shopping-“

I can easily escape outside rather than be grounded on his house.

“H-Haru….”

“Fuck, baby say that again. You make daddy happy.” He moaned before parting your lips with his thumb.

“Haru."

“Good girl.”

Shit, Christiano should’ve listened to you babe.

“Try to escape and I’ll pull my baby myself out of you today, got it?” He pressed his cheeks to yours and whispered to your ear. You nodded not wanting to harm your child.

“Great. That’s how I like you. Obedient and a good fucking girl. Just like the old days. When you greet me with your smile and wrap your hands around me. Don’t forget the nights when you let me fuck you dumb. It’ll be back soon baby.” He kissed your forehead and you try your hardest not flinch under his disgusting touch.

He held your hand and pulled you out of the store and dragged you inside his car. He sat you down and passen your seatbelt. 13 men surrounds you making it hard to escape. You soothes your nerves by thinking of your boyfriend and the dreams you two have.

“Kiss me.” He says and you complied. He wrapped his hand around your throat and he pushed his tongue in your mouth before starting to devour your lips like a hungry dog. He was too rough. He didn’t let you breathe and only stopped his harassment when you were tapping uncontrollably on his thighs begging him to stop.

This will end soon. This is just a quick nightmare.

“I should’ve been smarter. I should’ve picked you instead of her. Fuck. You’re so addicting.”

“W-what happened to her and her child?” He smiled sinisterly before returning to his seat.

“Kids organs are high on demands, hate to admit it but the slut has a great pussy so….” He trails off before leaning to you and giving you a peck on the lips.

“They deserve it, plus. The maids told me she was a bitch to you so it’s a good payback don’t you think?”

“Haru, what will happen to me and to my baby?” You asked him terrified at the future you two have. He signal his driver to start the car before returning his eyes to you.

“Nothing. We’ll just wait until you give birth and fuck like rabbits so you could pop out more babies.”

4 *ENDING*

His touches and kisses it disgust you. But you endure it for your child. Haruchiyo took no chances and instead of the promise of taking you around he got smart for some reason and took you straight to his new house.

Trees surrounds the whole mansion and no one will ever suspect that there's a guarded mansion within the woods.

"Welcome to our new home."

He says as you stare wide eyed to the damn house. You fear everything. You fear everything that's been going.

If only you were more obedient and listened to your boyfriend. Maybe you wouldn't be in the position you're in now. You gulped and turned your head to Haruchiyo who's grininning.

"Haru...."

"Yes? Do you wanna make love to daddy?" His words was like acid rain burning your whole existence.

"I-"

Before you could start gunshot were heard from afar and it immeditely alerted everyone.

"FUCK. How the fuck- B-baby go inside." He panics and pushed you towards one of his most trusted men.

Finally.

You smiled.

The guard dragged you inside the mansion and locked you. You didn't fought and instead started rummaging through everything hoping to find something that will set you free.

You were starting to lose hope and the fear for your boyfriend, and unborn child grew uncontrollably every passing seconds. The gunshots started to come closer and closer until it was heard from inside the house.

Your body froze and wasn't able to move as soon as you heard the door open.

"B-baby...." A new hope ignites within you after hearing the voice you love so much. You turn around and immediately ran to your boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" You look at his body trying to find wounds but miraculously he was unharmed. He tried to smile and calm you with it but the distress was visible.

And it made your heart ache.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't listen to you-" He hushed and kissed you deeply before grabbing your hand tightly dragging you away.

Bodies. Tons of them laid lifeless on the grounds but not Sanzu's. Blood was everywhere. It covered the man and even the woods.

After exiting the house you thought it was over but you were wrong. The ocean of bodies continued to the woods making it hard to ran to.

"C-Christiano- S-"

"Not now baby. We need-"

Two shots rang.

And the two of you stopped running and almost tumbled because of nameless body. Your boyfriend looked down and see blood oozing out of his stomach.

"You're not gonna take her away from me!" Shivers ran down your spine and you turned aroud and saw the devil himself. Almost beaten to death but still refusing to go to hell where he belongs.

"C-Come with me and I'll let him live." He says but rather than demanding it was begging.

Tears ran down your face as you realized the future was no longer as bright as you thought it would be.

"I'm gonna bring you with me." Christiano whispered before he turned around shooting the devil himself.

One.

Two.

Three.

And the third one was for you.

Haruchiyo's eyes widen as he realized he harmed what he wanted to have.

But she'll be with me right? He asked himself desperate for anything but rejection.

As the three of you fell to the cold ground your eyes stayed with the man who has truly showed you love.

"C-chris- I w-want our baby to live..." You whispered to him and he cupped your face giving you a warm smile he's has always given you.

"N-nothing m-matters us..." He had no strenght but pushed himself to say those words.

You touched your stomach and his hand went on top of yours.

You never believed in god but you started hoping that the three of you will be reunited in the afterlife where there's no pain.

"W-we belong together." You mumbled and he nodded.

His eyes never got tired and never showed pain. Even as the sounds started fading and even as both of your eyelids started to get heavy. The two of you showed your love for each other until the end.

Haruchiyo crawled reaching for your hand but even before he got to hold you his breath was taken away from him never reaching you.

He doesn't deserved to reach you.

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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I Saw It Coming When You Threw The First Punch

Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence

Author's Note: I honestly feel like I get my irritation from people out by writing stories where the characters punch people. I live vicariously through my characters. Enjoy! -Thorne

Getting the call that his wife had been taken into GCPD custody was not one that Bruce had ever expected to receive. Not in a million years. And yet, low and behold, Gordon had called sounding apologetic that she’d been detained after a physical altercation at the gala she’d hosted earlier that evening.

Which was absolutely baffling to him, because the only person more anal retentive about screwing up at a gala than Alfred, was his wife. So, something must’ve seriously set her off if she’d hauled off on somebody. And Gordon had made it quite clear that it was his wife that threw the first punch, though beyond that, he didn’t know what else had occurred because she’d invoked her rights to the company lawyer and to remain silent, simply staring at the wall while the other officers tried to get a story out of her—Bruce knew she wouldn’t crack. Other than him, his wife had a reserve that no man, alien, or god could break. He’d never say it, but he was envious of his wife’s willpower.

He arrived rather quickly with all four sons in tow, knowing that the sight of the entire family would probably help her chances of getting out and they waited patiently to be escorted to where she was being held.

When they arrived at the interrogation room, they saw her sitting there with crossed legs, hands placed palm down on the table. Her eyes were closed in what Bruce recognized as her deep meditative state; the one she used to fight off telepathic control from enemies—she was probably recounting what happened that night.

“What are the charges?” he asked Gordon and the older man sighed.

“Simple battery and public disturbance.”

Bruce hummed lowly in his throat and gazed at his wife. “How do you see this playing out for her?”

“If the woman she keelhauled doesn’t press charges, there’s possibility of probation with community service.”

He had to play naïve. “And if she does?”

Gordon met his gaze. “Then you’re looking at your wife going into lockup for a year.”

Bruce let out a sigh. “I’ll call our lawyer then.”

“I’ll give you and your wife some privacy,” he replied, hitting a button on the keypad beside the door, and the glass went dark while the glowing red button recording the room turned off.

“Thank you, Gordon,” he said, and the detective waved as he walked off, closing the door to the interrogation room behind him. Bruce looked at his sons. “Let’s go see what set your mom off tonight.”

***

The door to the room opened but she didn’t open her eyes, still under the cold water in her retreat.

“(Y/N),” someone murmured and though the voice was familiar, she didn’t come to yet.

“(Y/N),” they repeated a bit firmer. “Come back up.”

Ever so slowly, she allowed her mind to come back from the deep waters and she opened her eyes, smiling at her husband and sons.

“Good evening family.” Damian immediately sprinted to her and buried his face in her neck, and she laughed, running a hand through his short dark hair. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You are in trouble,” he murmured and pulled away to look into her eyes. “We will do whatever you need, Umi.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Don’t worry about me baby. Knowing Little Miss Martha May, she’s not going to press charges over our spat.”

“I think simple battery is bit more than a spat, mom,” Dick worried, brows furrowing in concern. “What did you two even start fighting about?”

Her eyes darted to the glass then to Bruce and he said, “Gordon turned off the cameras.”

“Mom,” Tim started, and she looked at him; he held up his phone screen. “I just assured that you’re protected here.”

She nodded and let out a sigh. “I knew I should’ve just walked away but I couldn’t help it. She just set me off like a match to gunpowder.”

“What’d you guys even duke it out over,” Jason questioned, and she sighed again, recounting the night.

***

“You’ve thrown another wonderful party, Miss Wayne,” Lucius murmured, handing her a champagne glass.

She grinned widely, thanking him. “Thank you, Lucius, I try.”

“Clan couldn’t come tonight?”

“You’ve always been perceptive about us, haven’t you?”

“To use your words, I try,” he laughed, and she nodded.

“Patrol started early tonight,” she said inconspicuously, eyes shifting around to glance at who was walking near them. “Besides, most of them only come to these to appease the crowd.”

“Ah, yes, I forgot that you’re the only one who actually enjoys these.”

“Only when Bruce and the kids are here,” she corrected. “It’s easier to bullshit when they’re here to pick up the slack.”

He barked a laugh and she chuckled in return when someone walked up to them. She turned and immediately grimaced at the old classmate of hers.

“(Y/N), such a beautiful party you’ve thrown tonight,” the woman greeted, though it was laced with cheerful fakeness.

She plastered a smile on her face. “Good evening, Marianne. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Oh, you know me, I’m always up for a party.” Her eyes drifted around. “Where is your husband? I wanted to thank him for the gift basket he sent after my operation.” Marianne gave her a sarcastic smile. “Isn’t it rather off for a host to avoid his own party?”

Note to self, yell at Bruce for sending her a gift.

“He had to work late tonight. So did the boys.” (Y/N) matched her smile. “I’m sure they’d be delighted to know that you thought of them though.”

Something shifted in Marianne’s eyes. “Oh yes, the children you have.” She leaned in close and murmured, “You know I’ve been hearing some rather negative rumors about yours and Bruce’s decision to adopt orphans rather than have some of your own.”

(Y/N) blinked, not sure if she should be shocked or unimpressed. “Really? Care to enlighten me?”

Marianne waved a hand. “The major one is that you simply took pity on the strays because you were barren.” She felt like she’d been slapped across the face and her jaw dropped as she gaped at the woman.

Apparently, that was all the ammunition that Marianne needed because she offered a sympathetic smile an placed a hand on (Y/N)’s arm. “Oh, you poor dear.” She patted her arm again. “You should’ve come to me instead of adopting orphans. I would’ve been happy to be a surrogate for you.”

(Y/N) shrugged the hand off her arm and reached up, pulling the silver teardrop earrings from her ears. “Yeah, those orphans aren’t mine, not biologically.”

She pulled off her diamond wedding rings and handed them and the earrings over to Lucius who took them and stepped back.

“But you know what they are?” she glowered at Marianne and seethed, “They’re my sons.”

The next thing anyone knew, the two women were rolling on the floor, their hostess throwing punches that seemed to make everyone wince when they connected to the woman’s face.

***

“And all I remember was being escorted down here,” she finalized, eyes drifting to Bruce’s.

He simply stared at her for a moment before he let out a heavy sigh and put his face in his hands. “I’m proud that you defended our family, but at the same time, I’m disappointed that you let Marianne set you off.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, so you’re taking her side?”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it,” Bruce shot back. “If she decides to press charges, you’re going to be in lockup for a year.”

“She’s not.”

“You don’t know that, (Y/N).”

“No, I do,” she blinked and leaned forward. “If Marianne doesn’t want me to ruin her image with shit she did when she was a teenager, she’ll keep her mouth shut and take the blame for this.”

“What’d she do, Ma?” Jason questioned curiously and she turned her attention to him.

“Enough that’ll disgrace her image amongst every elite this side of the globe if she tries me anymore.”

Before anyone could say anything, the door opened and they turned, seeing Gordon walking in. “Good evening, Miss Wayne,” he greeted, and she smiled.

“Good evening, Jim. How’s your night so far?”

He chuckled. “Not too bad. I got to detain my favorite socialite and listen to all my officers speculate what she did.”

(Y/N) lifted her hands palm up beside her shoulders. “I live to please, Jim, you know that.”

“I do.” He walked over and handed her a few papers. “When asked if she wanted to press charges, Marianne Walters declined. She instead gave a rather detailed statement that she instigated the fight and threw the first punch.” He stared at the busted lip she had. “Does that match what happened?”

She quickly looked over the papers and nodded. “Yes, that’s true.”

Gordon sighed. “Do you wish to press charges?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No,” she smiled. “There’s no reason to make a fuss about this.”

“…Miss Wayne, you and Miss Walters are all over the news.”

She shrugged. “And people have very short memories. They’ll forget about this.” She handed back the papers. “Send this to my lawyer and she’ll handle it with the prosecutors.”

“You think they won’t press charges despite Walters?” Gordon asked and she nodded.

“Oh, they won’t,” she said then looked at the clock. “Am I free to leave? It’s been a long night.”

Gordon let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yes Miss Wayne, you’re free to leave now.”

(Y/N) rose. “Wonderful.” She looked at her sons. “Boys, let’s go.”

They followed her and Bruce stood from the table, standing beside Gordon. “Thank you, Jim.”

Gordon grunted. “I know (Y/N) threw the first punch.”

“You do?”

“Of course, I do.” He huffed. “And I don’t blame her either.” He watched (Y/N) laugh at something Dick said while the others groaned around him. “You’ve got a good woman, Bruce. Good wife. Even better mother.”

Bruce looked at his wife and let an easy smile cross his lips as she pulled them all into hugs. “Yeah…yeah, I do, don’t I.”

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years ago

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Meant to send this on mother's day and have it be one of the husbands trying to make their wife a mother but...

Instead can we have either Julieta or Pepa giving their husband a father's day present and it's before the eldest grandkids are born so the guys are like...I'm not a dad yet mi amor and the wives are like 'You will be in a couple of months.' and that's how either Agustin or Felix (could be both) learn that their wife is pregnant

Oh go to hell. This is precious. Let's do it, even though i personally dread father's day- (maybe thats why i love these guys, because my relationship with my dad sucks ass)

Also fun fact, Agustín was born on Father's day, didn't know if you knew that, anon.

"Agustín! You almost done up there?!"

"Si, one second!"

Agustín didn't know what it was, but Julieta had been extra kind to him today. Like, WAY more than usual. She woke him up with a morning tea, she let him sleep in-clearly there was some event he was forgetting. It's why he was in his room, looking at his calender, trying to think of what he could be missing. He thought maybe his birthday, but that wasn't supposed to be for another four days. He sighed as he made his way downstairs, where Bruno and Félix were sitting at the dining room table.

"Hey bro. Do you uh, know what's going on?"

"No, and I'm terrified we forgot something important."

Bruno grinned from his cup of coffee.

"I know something you don't~"

They both whipped their heads towards Bruno. Ever since they knew him, Bruno has always been a little shit, always been a bit cryptic and never giving a straight forward answer. He was pretty sure he just liked their suffering.

"Bruno what is it? Is it someone's birthday? Is it a holiday?"

Bruno shook his head a bit, letting these two fester. Félix was about to shake the answer out of him, when their wives stepped into the kitchen, trays of food in hand.

"I hope you three are hungry, I spent a little extra time on breakfast today."

She wasn't kidding. French crullers, hot coffee, radishes on buttered toast, his ideal breakfast. She kissed the top of his head, Pepa kissed Félix's, and Bruno just stole an extra doughnut from the basket.

"It looks exactly how maman would make it."

"Your mother gave me the recipe. I hope you all like it, I wanted you to eat something nice while I gave you your father's day gift."

That was a weird way to phrase his birthday. He helped himself to his breakfast as she pulled out a box from the corner. It was big for a simple present. He took a second from his food to open it, revealing-

"Is this...a tree sapling?"

"Yes! It's Jacarandas! I thought it'd be lovely to grow outside, in the back. I think they'd love it!"

Agustín raised a brow at the gift. It was nice, but not what he expected.

"Well, thank you, mi amor. This is very sweet. I mean, weird to get me for my birthday but-wait. Who would like it?"

Julieta sat in front of him, putting her hands over his.

"It's not for your birthday. It's for your first father's day. Agustín. Estoy embarazada."

He went stiff. He studied her face for a joke, but there wasn't any. He looked at her face, at her stomach, at her face again.

"I...I'm going to be a father?"

"Si. I just figured it out a while ago. You are going to be a papi, and I'm...going to be a mami."

He froze. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It took him a moment to remember to breathe, but when he did, he immediately held onto her face, blood rushing.

"I KNEW there was something about you that was different! You're PREGNANT! You're GLOWING!"

Félix put his hands on the side of his mouth, giving out a grito he himself could NEVER do.

"Eso Agustín!!! You're gonna be a papi!!! Holy shit- imma be a tío!"

Pepa plopped a small box in his hands, nudging his shoulder.

"I got you a gift too, so you didn’t feel left out, hombrecito."

They watched as Félix pulled out what appeared to be a little guitar. Félix gave her a look that roughly translated to 'you bitch', but a smile was at the corner of his lips.

"Is this because you're taller than me? Because that's so mean-"

"Turn it around."

Félix did, and on the back, was a paper silhouette, taped to the back. Agustín recognized it immediately, but it took Félix a second. He whipped his head towards Pepa once he did.

"Pepa. Pepa are you-"

"I'm pregnant too, idiota."

Félix jumped out of his seat, arms going this way and that as he proceeded to lose his mind.

"I'M GOING TO BE A DAD! YOU'RE GOING TO BE A DAD! HOLY S H I T!"

Pepa and Julieta watched as these two proceeded to lose their shit, rambling and yelling and making just an absolute ruckus. They only stopped when Bruno, a doughnut in his hand, interrupted them.

"Salut you two! Congrats on two adorable little girls. Oh, did I say that out loud?"

Julieta and Pepa gawked at him.

"Wait. We're having girls?!"

"BOTH OF US?!"

Bruno grinned like a little shit, cup of coffee in the air in a congratulations.

"Surprise! I had a vision about it before ANYONE here knew. They're beautiful. Even Pepa's, which surprised me."

"WE'RE HAVING DAUGHTERS, MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Félix, in his excitement, tried to chest bump Agustín, only to send the guy to the floor. Julieta laughed as she tried to help him up.

"Oye, Félix, careful with my husband!"

Agustín chuckled as he got up to his feet, just in time to see Félix dancing merrily with Pepa, practically bathing in rainbows and sunshine. That was when Abuela walked in, looking confused.

"Something happened to my door? It says 'Abuela', are one of you...?"

Bruno, who was eating everyone's food at this point, did the honors.

"Both of 'em. Daughters. I'd give dates, but my powers aren't that specific."

Abuela looked aghast, before immediately diving in to embrace Julieta, crying out in absolutely joy and thanking god for such a miracle. She hugged both her daughters, hugged Félix, then turned to Agustín. Agustín thought about apologizing for a second, before she held onto his hands, smiling.

"You will be a wonderful father. I don't need Bruno's powers to see that."

"But I need powers to keep me from killing Bruno-he ate all the doughnuts!!"

"I WAS HUNGRY, PEPA!"

Agustín was ready to bring new little ones into this crazy life of his.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #that tree is STILL in the backyard of the Casita #its big and beautiful and Agustín (and Félix) hung up a swing on it #also Félix and Agustín's parents being told this?#lost their M I N D S #especially Félix's oh my god they partied for like three days straight

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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Peeping through the stacks

Jason todd x reader

Valentine’s fic

Warning: smut

I recommend the book I mentioned if you like the classics.

“I have a proposition,” Jason said and your eyebrows rose. “Not that kind. We separate. I grab you a book and you get me one. And we meet up afterwards to go to dinner to see what we got. No cheating. No following each other around. Whoever gives the better gift, wins and gets to control the rest of the night.”

“Sounds like plan. Just know Todd,” you said moving up in his space standing on your tiptoe to talk in his ear. “I’m going to crush you.”

“Only if you win, baby. Only if you win,” he said with a smirk. He opened the door to the largest used bookstore in Gotham. 3 stories with a section of just records and another of old comics, it was heaven. They even had a coffee shop in the back of the second story. You went left and he went right.

You went straight for the classics. Jason would pour over old novels for hours and his favorite were clearly dog eared. You thought about replacing them but, while he’s appreciate it, it wasn’t exactly exciting. You milled around the area, looking at books that were nice but not it. As you moved to leave the area, a section caught your eyes.

If you love the classics but need a book written in the last 50 years:

This is what you needed. A careful list of books that you like next to new books was perfect. Jason had been reading his copy of Moby Dick and talking about the hubris of man recently, heavily alluding to Bruce. You grabbed the recommended book: In the Heart of the Sea.

Now to find Jason. You had agreed to no cheating but it wasn’t really cheating to just watch him if you had already picked. He was probably in your favorite area and you walked upstairs to watch down low.

Jason was holding two books in hand and looking between them both. You felt a thrill to watch him. He almost always caught you quickly but the store with multiple patrons and levels must have thrown him off a little. He finally grabbed a book and looked directly up at you with a smirk. You threw your fist playfully. He’s certainly caught you. You came downstairs with a grin.

“I knew you were watching me. That’s cheating,” he said. You held the book behind your back as you kissed his cheek.

“It’s not cheating if I didn’t change my book,” you protested and he kissed your forehead.

“Tell yourself that. Let’s check out and then I can win,” he said, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and walking to the counter. You both laid them down, face down because you’re competitive, and paid. You carried two separate bags and held hands as you walked down to a little cafe on the corner.

The place had the coolest vibes. Fresh coffee day and night, records and music memorabilia on the wall, and a band of musician played on a tiny stage every night. Valentine’s was no exception. You found a table in the back and promptly ordered your favorites from the menu.

“Okay. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” you said with a grin.

“I thought we’d wait until tonight to do that,” Jason said with a roguish wink. “Oh, you mean the books. Yeah, let’s swap.”

You gave him his bag and he yours. It almost looked like a drug deal if it wasn’t books. You pulled out the book. A continuation of a series you loved but had a hard time finding the next parts. Jason pulled out his and read the back.

“Okay, you won,” you said with a teasing scrunch of your face. “This is really great.”

“This looks great. But you did cheat too...” he said pretending to take his time deciding. “I guess I’ll take the win. But it was pretty close, I’m not going to lie.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

“Seriously, I can’t wait to bore you with more whaling facts.”

“I’m taking it back,” you said and he laughed. “I can’t learn anymore. I’m not kidding.” Jason’s eyes smiled too and you loved the sight. He looked happy. You food arrived and a folk band started playing.

As your food dwindled and it was fully dark outside, Jason’s gaze lingered on your body. His hand sat on your knee as you talked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said randomly and you exhaled quickly with a shy smile as you looked away. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” you said, letting him pull you from the cafe and a few blocks down. Jason pulled you close and rubbed his nose against your cheek. You turned your head up to close the space between your lips. It started as soft, gentle, cute. But Jason gripped your hips and pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck and before you knew it, you were being pushed against a wall as he kissed down your throat. You made soft sounds as he nipped and kissed the sensitive skin.

“Jason,” you said breathlessly. He hummed against your skin. “Take me home. Take me home.”

You ran your hands along the muscles under his shirt as you rode behind him on the motorcycle. Jason insisted on helmets and you wished you could kiss at the back of his neck. Probably best. Your hands on his stomach were distracting enough.

Jason barely drove the bike into the parking garage of his building before pulling off his helmet and turning towards you. You did the same. Neither of you climbed off as you made out. His tongue slid in your mouth as his hands held the back of your skull in place. He reached behind him to turn it off as you kissed.

“Upstairs,” you breathed. He nodded before getting up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed his neck as you walked towards the elevator. The knee high slit in your skirt had scooted up to expose most of your thigh. Luck was on your side as no one was around to watch but security must have gotten a great show with the pair of you aggressively kissing. Jason pressed your back against the wall in the elevator as you rode up to his floor.

He carried you down the hall. You were less lucky as your elderly neighbor was sitting in the end of the hallway as she always did everyday. She’d watch the sunset and people watch everyone coming home from work or school. She giggled and looked away. Jason put you down the second you both realized and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I was married once. Happy Valentine’s,” she said with a big smile looking out the window. Jason quickly pulled you in the apartment.

“I forgot about her,” he said. “Gross part is that she’s probably thinking about her dead husband and all the times he used to rail her.”

You glared at Jason. “That’s.... so gross. Why? Like you ruined it. Your dirty mouth.”

“I can get it a little dirtier,” he said with a wink but ruined by bursting into laughter. “Like do old people blow each other? Can their hips bend that much? I know their knees are bad. What age did they have to give them up?”

“Shut the fuck up. That’s so gross,” you said putting you hand over his mouth and he laughed before pulling you close.

“You look really pretty tonight. I forgot to tell you because I kept staring at you,” he said with a soft look. He bent and kissed you sweetly. Not rushed or hard like earlier. He slowly pulled you to the bedroom. You pulled each other’s clothing off as you walked. Shirt here. Pants there.

“Thank you. You look good too,” you said as you pulled the bedroom door closed. Jason rolled his eyes. He never agreed with you but had given up on arguing.

Jason pulled you on top of him in bed. His nose ran up your throat until his lips met yours. He was slow and deliberate in his movement. His hands roamed your body as you moved your legs to straddle him. You didn’t bother teasing either of you but instead sunk down on him.

“Princess,” he breathed with closed eyes. You sat for just a moment, get used to him, before starting to move. You bent at the waist to give him long deep sloppy kisses. “Baby,” he pleaded before you started moving.

“Remember, I won,” Jason said.

“Yeah,” you asked with a grin. “What do you want, Jaybird?”

“This. Keep riding me. You look so good,” he said breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips as you bounced. He grimaced as you swirled your hips. “Fuck!”

“Oh we like that,” you commented. He chuckled distractedly. Jason pulled you down to where he could kiss and nip at your chest. You whined as he took your nipple in his mouth. He let go with a loud smack.

“Mmm someone seems to like that,” he quipped. You pressed yourself back towards his face and he chuckled against your skin before giving your breasts the attention you wanted.

“I love your Valentine’s gift. You’re so thoughtful,” you said breathlessly. Jason looked up at you confused.

“Yeah no problem. Is now the time?” He asked with his eyes half closed and mouth open as he breathed heavily. His hips jumped to meet yours and he reached a hand down to rub circles on your clit. You moaned loudly and he smiled as he watched you come undone. He thrust your faster to finish with you. You both moved together jumpily as you buried your head in his neck. You breathed for a few second before softly kissing his lips.

“I seriously loved today,” you said.

“Yeah, I’m glad. Me too. Surprised that no one call-“ Jason started before his phone rang and he sighed. “At least we finished. I’ve got to take this,” he said and you rolled off and curled in the blanket. He answered the phone as he threw on boxer briefs. He looked at you wistfully as he talked. It sounded important.

“My source said Black Mask is getting a shipment early this morning so I’ve got to go. We can’t have those guns on the street,” Jason said after hanging up. He leaned over to give you a dizzying kiss. “I’ve got to go but here is your book and a glass of water. Don’t stay up. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Be safe,” you said before he climbed out the window.

“Aren’t I always,” he said and you just knew he was grinning under the helmet before jumping from a 6 story window. No, you thought, no you aren’t.

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