#carla the maid

[terrence-silver]

Read somewhere that the only reason Terry Silver was shown to be kind towards his staff, namely helping Carla at the begining of Season 4, was because he's been through therapy and mellowed his ways or some crap. Like Terry Silver was ever unkind towards his staff even before therapy?? He was there chilling with his secretary in the 80's and talking to her like a friend from his tub at the height of him being coked out of his mind. Truth is, Terry was always nice and oddly nice towards his employees. That is just fact. Okay, sorry, rant over.

Agreed.

I think Terry Silver just has gallant, old money manners in general when he wishes to --- he has them the way one has a weapon; he can produce and utilize it whenever and however he sees fit because a battle can be fought with many tools, and he's a master of all at his disposal --- and this includes the time pre-therapy, post-therapy, mid-therapy, in the 80's, 90's, 00's, present day, whenever, however. Always. I think him being the typical evil rich guy shouting at the pool boy or something is a gross mischaracterization and blatantly missing the point.

Out of character galore.

He is nice towards his people. Emphasis on the his. Those he pays. Keeps around. Those he trusts to run his household(s) and mansions. His tasks. His businesses. Important chunks of his life, if we're honest. A wise man once said it is prudent to be polite towards the one tasked and charged with serving you your food, because one never knows how they could tamper with it and this is a belief I feel Terry firmly holds to. Don't shit where you eat. Quite literally. Don't openly mistreat your staff because you never know ways in which they can retalliate and if he loathes one thing it is having no control over someone's actions and it so happens, being nice affords you a lot of control. He might be shouting at a Dynatox agent half way across the world, but he isn't going to shout at someone bringing him his cocktail and placing it down on the edge of his jacuzzi, because one is far away and the other could be an immediate threat.

What kind of captain wants mutiny inside of his ship?

And I do think that all his life, he was actually a surprisingly good boss to work under when one filters out everything else about him and just exists in that liminal space where he's a boss and someone's a worker --- he's bafflingly okay as an authority figure, creepily so --- shockingly so, all things considered, to the point that if some maid working for him was told all about his otherwise bad dealings and practices, she might not even believe it because Mr. Silver is just the salt of the earth and it rings true in the 70's, 80's, present day and constantly. He might even come off as oddly relaxed and jovial at times and that being his underling came with some amazing perks and rewards, so long as you don't cross lines, fail him and betray him, of course.

Naturally.

Even then, I picture Terry smarmy enough to where he can cleverly gaslight and convince the one who failed it is their doing and that he's taking disciplinary actions because he was given no choice. Truly, regretful. Ah, well. Hell, he might have them apologizing to him. But, this chastising usually never has him raising his tone. Not once. He is nice. He understands niceness, like one understands a cavity in their tooth and the outline of its shape when they push the tip of their tongue inside of it.

N i c e.

He is nice.

Margaret Spencer chats with him while he's bathing and one almost gets the impression of friendship and intimacy with all the mutual teasing going on, on equal footing --- like an elderly aunt from overseas berating her unruly American nephew. She is never subjegated or submissive, because Terry is nice, and Terry seems infinitely amused by their interactions. Milos knows Terry Silver's contacts enough to address John Kreese and ask him if he wants coffee right from the threshold of the door. With Snake and Dennis, we aren't certain if they're just some kids that co-habitate under his roof, if they're proteeges, his own personal wind-up jesters, his hired thugs or all four. Even with Mike Barnes back in the days, the way he initially greets him is genuinely inviting, offering the chance of a lifetime, with all the rewards and opportunities it entails; sponsoring him, cheekily sharing pleasantaries, joking around offering him cars, welcoming him to LA, giving him allowance like an overly (and worryingly kind) host.

This isn't nessecarily a bad boss. Not on the surface. Not until he's crossed.

This can all coexist with the fact that he was still a morally repugnant and corrupt individual who relished in the pain of others, but I don't think Terry needed therapy to be genuinely polite towards his people or to understand the power of charm and the perks of some hefty lovebombing, because he didn't need to therapy to understand a gallant approach inspires awesome loyalty that can't be bought with mere money. So, no, I don't think there's an era in his life, in truth, where he wouldn't help a maid or approach them with this disarmingly cavalier attitude where the staff themselves aren't certain if Mr. Silver is just the nicest man ever or if they're imagining things. Mr. Silver is almost like a...friend. Working for him is like being in a family.

[joogios]

[maidoftheday]

Today’s Maid of the Day: Carla Hale from The Iceblade Sorcerer Shall Rule the World

[dannyricsmirrorball]

tying the knot • cl16 part 2 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so sorry this took a-bit more time to get out then i initially planned but nevertheless hope you enjoy!! one more part after this x. i lied

NOT PROOF READ YET!

part 1 here!

august 2023

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yourusername forever & always

username2 WHAT?!

username18 please don’t tell me we lost y/n to a guy and a marriage all in one day

username1 I AM HYPERVENTILATING

username9 WHO IS THAT MAN?

username33 y/n is MARRIED?!

username14 omfg she’s so stunning

username81 y/n cheated on me 😭

username72 everyone losing their minds over the guy but i just wanna know who from the grid went

username18 i NEED to know who was in the wedding party

pierregasly jolie fille 🩷

francisca.cgomes sexiest bride out

⤷ yourusername stop it i’m blushing 🫣😘

charles_leclerc 🤍

⤷ username55 u guys don’t think…

⤷ username16 omfg i’d actually cry if it was him, i’ve shipped them forever like they’re literally childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend/best friends sister, slowburn irl… but realistically it’s defs not

lilymhe the cutest 🥹 but make sure he knows ur still MY wife

⤷ yourusername ofc ofc baby

⤷ alex_albon oh?

luisinhaoliveira99 congrats my girl 😍

estebanocon ouah y/n!

lorenzotl félicitations petite soeur

⤷ yourusername enzo 🥹

⤷ username62 lorenzo calling y/n his little sister I COULD CRY

alex_albon nice!

georgerussell63 congratulations! 👏

carmenmmundt 🩷🩷

joris__trouche belle cérémonie y/n!

⤷ yourusername ❤️

arthur_leclerc 😄😄

heidiberger_ blushing bride!

leclerc_pascale ma belle fille

⤷ yourusername merci maman ❤️

liked by alex_albon, charles_leclerc, and 108,873 others

lilymhe my best friend in the world got cuffed 🥂

tagged yourusername

yourusername the best maid of honour i could’ve asked for 🥹🩷

⤷ lilymhe forever babe 🤍

yourusername u next!!! alex_albon

⤷ alex_albon maybe she’ll stop calling u her wife then 😵‍💫

⤷ lilymhe NEVER

username23 OMFG LILY WAS HER MAID OF HONOUR 😭😭

username9 LILY AND ALEX WERE AT THE WEDDING!!!now we know people from the grid were defs there, now onto who else!

⤷ username11 i mean obv they would be… lily and y/n are best friends. also pierre and kika were obviously there bc he’s her brother, charles and his brothers probably too bc they’re childhood friends, and based on who else was in italy for what was obviously the hens night and bachelor party - carlos, carmen, george, heidi, danny, luisa, lando, isa, carla, charlotte

luisinhaoliveira99 the fits 🥵

alex_albon top night yourusername charles_leclerc

alex_albon top night yourusername

⤷ lilymhe omg alex

⤷ yourusername don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose

⤷ username72 what are they talking abt?

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and 279,093 others

francisca.cgomes parabéns linda menina. eu te amo minha irmã, sempre e para sempre. 💒

translation: congratulations beautiful girl. i love you my sister, always and forever. 💒

tagged yourusername

username15 gonna cry… kika calling y/n her sister 😭😭

username8 the best sister-in-laws

yourusername kika 🥹🥹 the best sister ever

alex_albon LMFAO y/n crying in the third slide 💀

⤷ yourusername watch it albono

⤷ lilymhe idk if my eyes were deceiving me but i’m pretty certain i saw u welling up

⤷ georgerussell63 no no ur eyes weren’t deceiving u, alex cried like a little bitch

⤷ alex_albon UM OK?? i’ve watched them grow up waht did u expect 😫 also george i know u aren’t speaking

⤷ yourusername awww that’s rlly sweet alex

liked by georgerussell63, yourusername, and 109,039 others

carmenmmundt felicidades linda 🤍

tagged yourusername, georgerussell63

yourusername carmen!! 🩷

username63 carmen slaying the wedding fit TRUST she will always show UP

georgerussell63 😍😍

username62 everyone going all in and out for y/n’s wedding, as they shouldddd

alex_albon george looking fitty

⤷ username2363 galex rights!

liked by danielricciardo, lancestroll, and 100,633 others

heidiberger_ cutest weekend! many well wishes to my girl yourusername 🤍

username4 omg danny and heidi look SO good

yourusername love u!!! thanku my love 🤍

username3 this is frfr the wedding of the year

username99 scotty and blake were there?? y/n fr knows EVERYONE

⤷ username8 love how we’ve all collectively ignored that the groom also has family and friends 😭

danielricciardo 😫

liked by scottyjames31, chloestroll, and 187,828 others

daniel3.jpg the royal wedding p1

tagged yourusername, heidiberger_, scottyjames31

username3 heidi and daniel look so perfect 😭

username82 i’m sorry but how many outfit changes did y/n have?!? i love thoooo

yourusername so glad both ur girlfriend and boyfriend could attend

yourusername omg danny 🥹 these are so perfect

scottyjames31 looking fresh DR

username6 i want daniel3.jpg to photograph my wedding

username85 her wedding was literally a DREAM. like the venue, the guest list, the multiple dresses, DANNYRIC PHOTOGRAPHY

username64 the parasols 😍

lando.jpg all my photos turned out crap sorry yourusername

⤷ alex_albon yeah bc u were on the piss mate

⤷ yourusername it’s okay lan just glad u had fun

charles_leclerc thanku daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg oh charles don’t thank me yet. this is part 1…

⤷ charles_leclerc daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg i take bribes in the form of cash 😄

⤷ yourusername money badger frfr

⤷ username36 oh no what dirt does danny have on charles?!

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc, and 1,898,727 others

maxverstappen1 many congrats to the happy couple!

username92 even max was there?!

danielricciardo looking fitty maxxie

⤷ maxverstappen1 all for you

⤷ heidiberger_ i get the struggle now carmenmmundt lilymhe

username18 just max lookin this good for the wedding of the centuryyy

username74 losing lestappen but at least it’s to y/n

⤷ username14 ITS NOT CHARLES

yourusername thanku maxy 🩷

landonorris he’s laughing at my jokes here 😝😘

⤷ charles_leclerc *laughing at you

username16 IM SORRY BUT LIKE- charles doesn’t even follow max but he’s liked and commented….

liked by yourusername, carla.brocker, and 299,882 others

arthur_leclerc fiancé à marié 🤍

tagged yourusername, lorenzotl, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

username84 so arthur was at the engagement…

⤷ username82 hmmm interesting

carla.brocker 🩷🩷

yourusername love uuu thurthur 🤍🤍

username80 just arthur posting for his brother’s wedding 😝

username73 the picture of the gasly and leclerc siblings with jules and tom IM SO SOFT

charles_leclerc mate where did you find that picture 😦 long time ago, great memories ❤️

username46 guys idk if u understand how crazy it was that he was at the engagement…

⤷ username55 is normal for friends and family to be there for the engagement

liked by scuderiaferrari, landonorris, and 583,378 others

carlossainz55 congrats to the happy couple!

tagged yourusername, landonorris

username18 by the tags you’d think y/n and lando got married 💀

landonorris hot

username7 carlos posting lando like they’re a couple LOL

yourusername grazie chilli 😘

charles_leclerc looking good mate 👌

username72 awww carlos was there as well 🥹

⤷ username46 obv had to be there for his teammates wedding

liked by yourusername, luisinhaoliveira99, and 677,828 others

landonorris don’t remember much 🍾🍾

tagged luisinhaoliveira99, yourusername

luisinhaoliveira99 🥰

username27 he cleans up NICE

username52 how drunk did he get? 💀

yourusername not surprised lan

carlossainz55 😍

alex_albon i remember everything…

liked by lorenzotl, charles_leclerc, 27,727 others

charlotte2304 🔔💐 love you yourusername

tagged carla.brocker

username8 ahhh leclerc wags at y/n’s wedding 🥰

lorenzotl ❤️

carla.brocker pretty 🩷

yourusername 🥹 love u love u love u 🥹

username26 y/n’s sister in laws…?

username3 stop being delulu

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isahernaez el amor está en el aire. espero que la vida de casados ​​te trate bien, la ceremonia más bonita y me lo pasé genial jugando a decir sí al vestido! 🥂💒

translation: love is in the air. i hope married life treats you well, the most beautiful ceremony and i had a great time playing say yes to the dress!

tagged yourusername

username18 ahhh i love their friendship sm

username66 isa helped pick y/n’s dress 😭 y/n never beating those ferrari wags rumours

yourusername isa 😭 thanku for everything 🥹 i’m gonna cry

luisinhaoliveira99 sooo pretty!!

username7 her and y/n still being friends 🫂🫂

carlossainz55 😍

⤷ username55 🤨

charlottesiine isaaaa 🤩

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, and 109,837 others

daniel3.jpg p2

tagged yourusername, landonorris, pierregasly, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc

username71 danny coming in w the content he knew we wanted

username14 pierre and kika 🥹

username35 omg ofc they all jumped in the pool. wouldn’t expect anything less from this bunch 😭

username82 omfg this looks so much fun

username27 lando getting litty 💀💀

⤷ username2 lmfao look at charles tho 😭

yourusername foolish of me to think these wouldn’t make the cut but at least none of mine are totally embarra 💀

username16 oh to get drunk and party at y/n’s wedding reception w the grid + the entire f1 community

username8 sorry i’m actually creasing at charles. this must be what he was talking abt on the other post lmfao.

charles_leclerc GIVE ME MY 50 BACK

⤷ lilymhe 50? daniel u do not know how to play the game

⤷ usernams74 did charles really expect 50€ to silence the money badger?

username81 oh charles was GONE gone

username72 y/n planned this so perfectly. making sure it was during summer break when the entire grid was off so they could get wasted without having to worry

scuderiaferrari what is our driver doing…? that’s just bc your so happy right charles… right?

⤷ charles_leclerc look away admin. look away 😔

⤷ daniel3.jpg drunk on happiness 🤣🤣

liked by leclerc_pascale, olliebearman, and 120,838 others

lorenzotl nous vous avons vu grandir ensemble, maintenant vieillir ensemble.

translation: we watched you grow up together, now grow old together.

tagged yourusername, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

username23 ummm does this mean what i think it means?!

username16 IM SORRY??? is lorenzo saying that y/n’s husband is CHARLES

username22 THIS IS HOW I WINNNNN. childhood friends to lovers EXCELLENCE

yourusername awww enzo 🥹

leclerc_pascale mes beaux enfants 🤍

arthur_leclerc oh 😒😒

⤷ yourusername youngest child struggles arth 🤷‍♀️😫

⤷ pierregasly sucks to suck

charles_leclerc oh putain how old we are!

username52 this is CRAZY like i’m so happy but i never thought this would become real

username91 going to SOB look at pascale fixing up y/n’s makeup 😭

⤷ username23 she watched her grow up and now she’s watching her marry her son 😭

username18 i still think that it’s not charles. like why would they hide that

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and 1,720,737 others

charles_leclerc my best friend is married 🤍 si fier 😘

tagged yourusername

username99 lol nvm

username87 i’m actually going to SOB

username2 damn i’m still rooting for them

username9 the pic of him y/n and pierre OH IM GONNA CRY

yourusername ❤️

username7 WHY LORENZO WHY DID U TEASE US LIKE THAT?? MAKING US BELIEVE IT WAS CHARLES.

⤷ username86 he’s delulu like us

⤷ username72 he’s still manifesting. biggest y/n charles shipper.

username16 waiting for him to say ‘to me’ 😭 PLEASE

pierregasly mate how long ago was that 😮‍💨

username91 charles and that damn 😘 emoji

username74 i can feel the pining and yearning from here

username62 i just know mans is going thru it. he has had the fattest most obvious crush on her foreverrrr.

username43 dc what anyone says. this doesn’t mean anything. like this could still be a husband posting his wife.

liked by yourusername, francisca.cgomes, and 493,938 others

pierregasly félicitations ma petite. celebrating my best friends tonight!

tagged yourusername, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc, arthurleclerc, lorenzotl

username37 i’m gonna sob. their relationship is so special to me.

username14 the pic of them dancing 😭😭

username01 best brother sister duo

username16 ‘celebrating my best friends’ hmmmm ur not slick pierre

⤷ username92 or he’s just best friends w her husband. charles isn’t his only best friend.

yourusername pierre 🥹🥹

username81 IM SORRY BUT THE LAST PIC COME ON

username36 im not one to feed into rumours but like why would lorenzo, arthur, pierre, AND charles include baby pics of all of them if it’s not y/n and charles

⤷ username63 y/n is practically family to the leclerc. they grew up w her. she’s like they’re sister.

⤷ username36 see id get that but why would pierre include a baby pic of all of them instead of just him and y/n. like it’s y/n’s wedding and he’s her sister. what does that have to do w the leclercs.

⤷ username16 RIGHT like i get if the leclercs just did that but pierre also including it and tagging the leclercs… like they’re joining families idk man

username91 i’m totally not crying abt the baby pic of y/n and then the pic of her at her wedding holding her cousin’s baby

username27 i’m sorry pierre but i could recognise that jaw from a mile away

username72 all these people saying it’s charles. r u forgetting his post where he said his BEST FRIEND is married???

⤷ username46 people can like yk lie

⤷ username16 he said his best friend is married. he could mean married to him?

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yourusername a fairytale 💒

username73 her wedding was a literal fairytale

username27 the shoes 😲 jaw dropped

username86 eating up every piece of content from this wedding. especially any of y/n and her husband 😩

lilymhe my princess 🥹

⤷ yourusername loml iloveuiloveiloveu thanku sm for everything and all of ur help lils

username92 those flower girls look so cute 😭

pierregasly nuit émouvante petit. tellement heureux pour vous deux.

⤷ yourusername je t’aime

francisca.cgomes best night ever linda ���✨

carlossainz55 so happy for the both of you 👏👏

arthur_leclerc no one deserves it more ❤️

⤷ yourusername mon petit frère 🥺

charles_leclerc ma meilleure pote

taglist: @dl-yum @honey6578 @lillianacristina @xcinnamongirl @glitterf1 @christianpulisic10

[menacinmasochist]

What I think the DL characters should be for Halloween:

Shu- awake

Reiji- a maid.

Ayato- bugs bunny

Kanato- Cheshire Cat

Laito: Jesus Christ

Subaru: a car..

Ruki: Gordan Ramsey

Kou: Lady Gaga

Yuma: Slenderman

Azusa: an emo girl

Carla: Julius Caesar

Shin: a werewolf

Kino: an Among us character

Yui: Lola Bunny (Ayato made her do that)

Karl Heinz: a ketchup bottle

Cordelia: loved.

Beatrix: alive.

Christa: Good mental health.

Richter: leftovers

Seiji: a good dad…

[animeyanderelover]

Tsukinami brothers and Cordelia Sakamaki fell in love with a human maid girl. ♥

I love your blog and youu <3

Let's be real, none of them would make good lovers.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, power imbalance, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, abuse, clinginess, mocking, humiliation, bullying, sadism, isolation, abduction

Human maid

Cordelia Sakamaki

🟣​As the only human in the Sakamaki estate, you have hell waiting for you since you're constantly either bullied, ignored or disrespected. Even some of the children there treat you rudely but you can't do anything against it. Cordelia is by far the scariest of all of them though as you notice that even the other vampire mothers are afraid of her. You fully understand why as you have been the one to receive her wrath and discontent. So you learn to keep your head low, never speak up against her and silently take everything if she lashes out on you. You make it your job to observe her and know what she wants without realizing that it is this very submissive dedication that manages to catch her eyes. It's been a while since she has had someone paying that much attention to her and listening to her every demand as at one point you can tell what she wants from you without actually having to talk to you. She still sees you as a pathetic, little thing but your effort to please her flatters her as you slowly upgrade to her pathetic yet adorable thing.

🟣​And just like that you become her own personal maid who she expects to cater to her every need. Bellatrix and Christa start avoiding you out of fear to be bullied by Cordelia and if you even do as much as offer anyone else in the mansion your service, Cordelia punishes you. She's verbally and physically very abusive if you shouldn't act like she wants you to. You have scars and bruises all over your skin on such days, dizzy from the amount of blood she consumed painfully from you. She always says cruelly in such moments that you should be glad that she even pays attention to you at all and could easily kill you if she wanted to. Behave! Behave like a mellow and obedient doll and you won't get the worst of her. Follow her always around with your head bowed, only listen to her and she'll be a bit better. Sit perfectly still when she dolls you up with dresses, make-up and jewels as she tells you in a sweeter tone that you need to look presentable when you are with her and don't flinch when her fingers caress the lines of your face gently. Be perfect for her.

Carla Tsukinami

🔮​Carla barely acknowledges you at first but you prefer that over Shin's taunting behavior. As long as you do your job, Carla doesn't care for your presence a lot. You don't even know what it is that eventually causes his golden eyes to be more drawn to you yet you notice it almost instantly. How his piercing orbs scrutinize your every move all of a sudden as you act as submissive and loyal as you are supposed to as a maid. It scares you but when he one day saves you from Shin who was just about to suck your blood again, you're too grateful to think much about it at first. From that day on he lets you spend a lot more time with him in his office where Shin isn't really allowed. He graciously takes care of your wounds as he bandages them and rubs ointment on all scars and open wounds. You're still grateful and thank him multiple times for his kindness to help you, although when you look up you can't help but shiver whilst looking into his eyes who seemingly drill into your soul as he takes in your form, your scent, those innocent and anxious eyes looking into his own.

🔮​Suddenly you aren't allowed to leave his chambers anymore and whilst you initially assume that he just doesn't want you to run into Shin again, the possessive and hungry light in his eyes tells you another story. His presence all of a sudden dangerous and suffocating as he tells you once to head back into his room and you do as he tells you, your body so terrified that it's moving on his own. You are safe from Shin from now on but you have gone from one hell into another hell as you soon come to realize. You're punished for the slightest sign of disrespect as Carla doesn't tolerate any sign of rebellious attitude and so you spend days without food and water in a cold cell, chained to the wall and at the mercy of whatever Carla has in store for you. It's such a stark contrast to when you're instead cuddled up in his arms in his private chambers and he shares his knowledge of the world in a low tone with you. You fear the Carla who hurts you and acts so coldly towards you and do your best to please him so that you only see the gentler side of him. Slowly but surely, you break for him. And that is exactly Carla's plan.

Shin Tsukinami

🐺​Shin makes his disrespect for you blatant as he sees you as little more than a plaything when you first arrive. You're a human after all, know your place. He doesn't let you do your tasks properly as he ruins your work for you. He pushes you around, bullies you, abuses you sexually, scares you and gives you a bright grin when he sees you breaking down in tears before he suddenly grabs your arm and yanks you up, demanding you to clean the mess he just created and prepare something for him. There is never a day where he doesn't give you a break as he is delighted to see your tears, although he also appreciates a bit of sass since it'll make it only more amusing to break you. He is a living nightmare and it is highly likely that you won't even notice that he has developed something for you because he acts exactly the same. He still sees you as a lesser being and you always will be. In fact he seems to be even more persistent now and you initially assume he just wants to torment you more.

🐺​Until one day, he stops. He stops abusing you as badly. Sure, he is still acting like the worst dick you've ever met but there isn't as much abuse anymore. Instead he's clingy and whiny as he yanks you away from your tasks and insists that you spend more time with him. Then the next morning, he's acting like you expect him to act. He suddenly switches back and forth between clingy and entitled to sadistic and psychopathic. You can not predict him anymore as he can seemingly switch from one mood to another within a single second and it makes you paranoid beyond belief. He's unpredictable so you can't even adapt your behavior in hopes of never eliciting his bad side out of him because your own behavior never dictates his actions. It's his own mood and what he is feeling at the moment and you can not influence that. You are adorable like this though as you constantly walk on eggshells around him. You flinch when he wraps his arms around you from behind, his hot breath fanning your neck as you can only wait if he'll bite you painfully or instead just place a kiss on your neck.

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 1 Part 9. Part 10

KNOCK KNOCK

“Mother, I need to talk to you urgently.”

"Enter"

Bela entered accompanied by a young omega and Alcina frowned as she noticed the scent of guilt that surrounded both of them, as well as that of her daughter's anger.

"Tell me"

Bela took a deep breath but her scent continued to radiate intensely, whatever she had been through was seriously affecting her.

Pointing to the woman behind her Bela proceeds to speak in a controlled tone. “Zina has informed me of a series of abuses towards the alpha by the other maids.” The scent of guilt increases. "Since the first day the alpha started living here, she has been a victim of verbal and physical attacks to the point of avoiding contact with the other staff as much as possible. The only group that seems to treat her with decency is the kitchen staff, the Head Maid Greta, the Master Carpenter Relia and the Chef Dorottea”

Alcina sighed placing a new cigarette in the holder and proceeding to smoke.

You were a magnet for trouble.

“She could have talked to Greta or you instead of hiding it to save her pride.”

“Umm Lady Dimitrescu.”

The lady of the house turned to see the maid.

"What?"

“I don't think it was out of pride, you see, for as long as I can remember, that woman has been treated like that.”

That´s impossible, alphas were revered, an alpha woman while treated worse than a man would still be considered better than omegas or betas.

"Her parents had kicked her out of the house and no one from her family came to help her. She survived by doing work for the elderly for a miserable pay. I remember seeing her sleeping on the streets of the square with only her old and torn clothes for shelter she stopped doing it after a group of men beat her, complaining that she infected the place with her smell.” The young servant lowered her head. "I learned that one of the elders had sold her a cabin far from the town with a narrow path surrounded by trees, I thought that the Lycans would be the ones who would end her life." Looking up, Alcina noticed the pity in the woman's eyes. “If she didn't say anything, it wasn't out of pride, it was because for her that was normal.”

The matriarch rubbed her temples.

“So, Lucia attacked her and finally broke her patience.”

Directing her gaze to the servant, she noticed how she squeezed her hands tightly, fear mixed with her guilt.

But he was overshadowed by the scent of fury that come from her daughter.

The human cleared her throat.

“The alpha was heading to the kitchen when Carla sent her a lewd comment, the alpha ignored her, but she stopped and attacked after hearing what Lucia said.”

Lady Dimitrescu stared at the servant.

“What did she say?”

The woman was shaking.

“She told Carla not to joke like that because being mounted by a stray dog was something disgusting.”

Alcina raised an eyebrow.

The human gulped.

“And if Lady Cassandra was so desperate to be fucked, she might as well have let the Lycans use her tight pussy.”

BAM

CRASH

The desk collided with the shelf, shattering both with the impact.

The maid was almost crying, she stammered, unable to continue with her story because of the terror that the scent of mother and daughter's fury caused her.

"Get out of here"

She didn't have to repeat it.

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The silence was broken by Bela.

  "The alpha maintained her composure the entire month without even growling or returning words, only attacking when the honor of the omega of her interest was attacked." If it weren't for her gloves her nails would have already pierced the skin of her hand. "And even she maintained enough control to just attack the culprit, no one else was hurt, she didn't go into a frenzy despite the immense fury she felt." The weight of her actions and her hasty conclusions weighed on her. “We let our prejudices control us” she gave a humorless laugh. "How ironic"

The wounds on your body were not caused by parents trying to control a rebellious alpha who was trying to impose her authority, they were made by a man and a woman who sought to cleanse the stigma of your existence with your blood.

Bela assumed the worst about you, despite knowing what you had done for her sister. If you had tried to take advantage of Cassandra, she would have killed you in seconds, regardless of whether she was at the peak of her heat. However, she was happy with you and if Daniela didn’t' interrupted you, both of you would have ended up mated. By the Black God, your first action was to comfort her when you saw her again! You were covered in dirt and had glass embedded in the soles of your feet and yet your priority was Cassandra.

How was that different from the way humans treated her family?

Every time new staff arrived, they always whispered the same rumors:

The Dimitrescu kidnapped women to enslave them, experiment on them and consume their blood.

The Dimitrescu devoured any man who had the misfortune of entering her territory.

The eldest daughter had a frozen heart, unable to feel anything for anyone.

The middle daughter was a brute beast whose only pleasure was to cause pain and misery.

The youngest daughter had a damaged brain, living in fantasies that when broken, blood stained the floor.

That's what the townspeople said.

She was not going to deny that in the early years they had no control over the bloodlust they had and would go into a frenzy at the slightest event. But mother kept them trapped in the castle and taught them to control themselves, there were no servants and the castle was neglected for years. The day they came to their senses and realized what they were eating they refused to eat until hunger sent them back into a frenzy, to survive and maintain control they needed at least human blood there was no other option.

Over the years they got used to it, blood and violence were part of them, it was their nature to deny it would be to deny themselves. Bela could be apathetic at times, Cassandra enjoyed punishing the maids, and Daniela sometimes lost track of reality. However, things were not exactly like the rumors, something that few maids understood:

There were almost never kidnappings, the women were the ones looking for work and they did it under a contract with everything they had to do, as well as the accommodations they needed. The punishments and deaths were only when they failed to comply with what was agreed, which while it was common, they did not mindlessly kill all the staff who entered the castle; some even preferred to live in the castle for the rest of their lives and in the end offered their meat as food.

The men who entered the territory tried to kill them or take advantage of the maids, acting in a rude and disgusting manner.

Bela was quiet but not cruel and any problem was listened carefully and solved appropriately.

Cassandra spent her time fighting to protect the castle's inhabitants. Many servants died at her hands, but others were saved by her from being killed by wild animals or subjected to perversions by intruders.

Daniela used to comfort the maids and try to liven up their stay, her attacks were not violent and were actually painful to witness.

Despite this, the vast majority refused to see through their prejudices because the simple fact of not being human was enough to hate them and break the rules, which led them to learn about the famous cruelty of the Dimitrescu.

Bela hated that they created a false truth based on only rumors and prejudices without even trying to see the other side of the coin.

And that's what she did with you.

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As she felt the scent of her guilt increase, Alcina approached her daughter and knelt in front of her, delicately wiping away the tears that, due to her surprised look, the girl she didn't even know had shed.

Bela took a deep breath, leaning closer to the hand that was caressing her. She stayed there for a few seconds before composing herself and slightly distancing away from her.

“What comes next mother?”

Alcina sighed, but she knew that her daughter would not stop feeling guilty until this mess was solved.

“I will take the alpha out of the dungeon and take her to her room; you look for Greta and tell her to bring me a first aid kit, then go with Daniela to pick Lucia, have fun with her.”

“And Cassandra?”

“She is still punished by not going to the dungeons for at least another four months, but you can ask her for advice on how to proceed with Lucia.”

The blonde rolled her eyes smiling. “She will talk for hours”

Alcina smiled. “Of course she will.”

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“Come on, stretch more. Aren't you hungry?”

It was too far away, the only thing you would do was open your wounds. You had to accept that you weren't going to eat today.

Footsteps echoed along the walls and a scent of roses reached you, you knew who was coming.

The maid knew the same, for a moment you thought she would bring you the tray, but instead she threw it on the floor.

“Lady Dimitrescu, it's good that you've arrived!” Fake tears ran down her cheeks as she pointed at you. “This beast attacked me, causing me to throw away the tray of food that I so generously brought her, it's a danger!” You sighed as you smelled the lady's anger, you didn't try to defend yourself after all it was your word against hers and Lady Dimitrescu would not be on your side.

SLASH

“AHH!”

A cut adorned the face of the servant who tried to contain the blood between sobs.

“Get out of my sight and be thankful I don't cut your tongue off, you lying rat.”

The woman ran out and the matriarch looked at you, the scent of roses was stronger and underneath it was an emotion that you couldn't identify.

Without saying anything she opened the door to your cell.

"Get out"

You tried to stand up, but dizziness caused you to stagger and fall.

You heard the woman sigh “You're a mess.”

Hands lifted you up by your armpits and then placed your head on a white shoulder. The lady placed her arm under your legs. You were amazed at the ease with which she could carry you like a little girl.

The scent was stronger but you still didn't know what emotion it contained.

But the tiredness you felt was too much and the scent of roses was so relaxing.

You slept the entire way with your face hidden in the matriarch's neck and a purr in your chest.

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Do you think Terry and Daniel are a case of right person, wrong time?

No, for me that's Kumiko. And given how abusive Terry has been towards Daniel, I think "right person" is a stretch. It's fascinating and gothic but hardly wholesome. I do think they speak to a part of each other they, as individuals, have lost access to.

Terry is utterly accepting of Daniel's dark side, a side everybody else in his life has tried to steer him away from, and a side Daniel has a hard time understanding. Daniel embodies a goodness that Terry has spent his whole life denying the very existence of, something he immediately latches on to, but can't do anything with. The closest he comes to actual kindness in his life is in the relationship with his staff, maybe because he can tell himself that isn't true kindness, simply manipulation. And yet he's kept Snake and Dennis around their entire lives, might as well have gone to visit a dying Snake in the hospital, he's very familiar with Margaret, and the first scene in CK that is supposed to show he's gone soft is when he goes to assist his maid Carla. And Daniel just walks around being that sweet, a loving, good boy at like 55 and Terry cannot deal with it.

But it was all built on too many lies to untangle now... and yet. As they quote so often: the love was there. It didn't change anything, it didn't save anyone, but the love was there, IS there, under 60 tons of hurt and rust and I'm not sure they have any idea what to do with it themselves.

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Content: fem!reader, angst, description of child birth, character death

Authors note: Here is chapter 14! I know I said that this chapter will be the final one, however it became too long so I had to split it. My heart broke while writing this. I'm again also sorry for not uploading in almost a year. Life was just hectic. Thank you to everyone whom been patient with me.

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The night was still and silent, save for the occasional wind whistle against the palace walls. It had been quiet for some time, with only the soft steps of two guards patrolling the halls. But that silence was abruptly shattered by a piercing, desperate scream that echoed through the royal wing.

The two guards exchanged panicked glances, their faces pale. The Queen's chambers were off-limits to any man unless the King himself was present, but something was clearly wrong. Without daring to enter, one of the guards ran through the hallways, his footsteps echoing as he went to find someone who could help.

Mikasa had just tucked little Carla into bed, humming softly as the girl drifted off to sleep when the frantic knock came at her door. She opened it to see the guard, out of breath and wide-eyed.

"Lady Mikasa," he said hurriedly, "the Queen…her screams… we heard her. It sounds bad."

Mikasa's heart skipped a beat. Without a word, she rushed past the guard, racing through the palace corridors, her mind spinning with fear.

When Mikasa reached your chamber, she hesitated momentarily before bursting inside. The sight before her made her heart lurch. You were kneeling on the floor beside the bed, clutching the sheets with trembling hands. Your face was contorted with pain, tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn't even seem aware of Mikasa entering, too lost in the agony that wracked your body.

"Mikasa…" you gasped, "it's too soon. The baby, it's too soon…"

Mikasa knelt beside you, taking your hand. "I know, but you're strong. You're going to get through this. I'm here with you." Her voice was calm, but inside, her heart was racing.

She didn't waste any time. Rushing to the door, Mikasa called out to the guards. "Wake the maids! Get Dr. Hange! The Queen is in labour, now!"

The palace leapt into action. Sasha, Hitch, Daisy, and Historia arrived within minutes. Sasha, her face pale, carried towels while Daisy brought water. Historia and Hitch immediately moved to her Queen's side, helping Mikasa lift you onto the bed. The room was chaotic with movement as they understood what was at stake here. Their Queen and their potential future heir.

You, in your haze of pain, could hardly comprehend what was happening. You were giving birth. The realization hit you like a wave, and fresh tears poured down her face. "He promised," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Eren promised he would be here…"

Mikasa squeezed your hand, her own heart heavy. "I know. I know he did." But there was no time to dwell on promises that couldn't be kept. Not now.

Dr. Hange finally burst into the room, their face all business as they took command. "Alright, Your Majesty, you're going to need to focus now," they said with their usual briskness, though their eyes were gentle with understanding. "I know it's early, but we're going to get this baby out safe and sound, alright?"

You nodded weakly, though fear still clouded your eyes. Another contraction ripped through you, and you cried out, your body writhing with the intensity of the pain. Your mind swirled with panic. You needed Eren by your side, needed him to hold your hand and tell you that everything would be okay, but he wasn't there. You were alone, and the realization tore at your heart.

But there was no time to think. Hange was giving their instructions, and the maids were bustling around you, and all you could do was push.

The minutes dragged on like hours. Your cries filled the chamber as you bore down with all your might, your body shaking from the effort. The pain was overwhelming, consuming your every thought. You gripped Mikasa's hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and each scream seemed to drain the strength from you.

Outside your chamber, the palace halls were filled with the anxious murmurs of the Court. Word had spread quickly that their Queen was in labour, and many gathered, pacing and whispering, their faces lined with worry. Armin stood among them, his face pale as he stared at the closed door, his heart in his throat. He glanced up at the door with each passing minute as if willing to open and bring good news.

Back inside, the tension reached its peak. Your strength was fading, and you were sobbing uncontrollably now, overwhelmed by the pain and by Eren's absence. But just when you thought you couldn't go on any longer, a new sound broke through your haze of agony, the high-pitched wail of a newborn baby.

Dr. Hange smiled, lifting the tiny, wailing baby in their arms. "It's a boy," they said softly, their eyes brimming with joy.

You are exhausted and drenched in sweat, and you can hardly believe it. Daisy wept openly, overwhelmed by the joy of the moment. She remembered how you used to worry about not being able to conceive, how low you had felt, and now here you were…a mother.

Mikasa smiled through her tears. "He's beautiful."

Your heart skipped a beat. He. You reached out, your hands trembling as you took your son into your arms for the first time. And when you laid eyes on him, everything else, the pain, the fear, the sorrow, seemed to melt away.

He was perfect. He had dark curly hair, your lips, and a complexion that perfectly blended both of you. Then he opened his eyes, and they were vivid green, just like his father's.

Mikasa smiled, her own eyes filled with tears. "He looks just like his father."

You let out a breathless laugh through your tears, remembering Eren's words. "He'll have green eyes," he had told you once. "All Jeager kings do. That's why the Eldian flag is green."

You had doubted him then, thinking your dominant dark brown eyes would win out. But now… now you knew he had been right all along. You pressed a kiss to your son's forehead, whispering through your sobs, "I love you so much…your father is going to love you the moment he sees you."

Mikasa gently approached, understanding what needed to be done. You hesitated momentarily, not wanting to let go of your son, but you knew the tradition. Eren would have wanted this.

With trembling hands, you passed your son to Mikasa, your heart aching as his warmth left your arms. But as you lay back against the pillows, exhausted yet filled with joy, you knew you had done it. You had a son. And soon, Eren would be there to meet him.

Mikasa stepped out into the hallway, cradling the baby in her arms. The Court fell silent, every eye trained on her. Armin stepped forward, his breath catching as he saw the tiny bundle in her arms. With a soft smile, Mikasa handed the baby to Armin, knowing Eren would have wanted him to be the one to make the announcement.

Armin's hands shook slightly as he held the newborn, his heart swelling with joy and pride. He turned to the gathered Court, his voice breaking with emotion as he announced, "It's a boy."

The halls erupted with cheers, the tension that had gripped the palace all night finally breaking into joyous celebration. The Court members embraced each other, their faces alight with happiness.

Back in the chamber, you could hear the cheers through the walls. You smiled softly, and your heart was full. Your son was here. Eren would be home soon, and their family would finally be complete when he returned.

The soft glow of afternoon light filtered through the grand windows of your chamber. It had been a month since your son's birth, and from the moment he was placed in your arms, the two of you had been inseparable. Each day, you marvelled at the tiny life you and Eren had brought into the world. The Court often whispered their disapproval, urging you to leave the prince in the care of the maids so you could dedicate yourself fully to your royal duties and aiding the King. But you had no intention of relinquishing your time with him.

Your own mother had raised you while balancing the immense responsibilities of ruling, and those memories of warmth, love, and devotion were your guiding light. You wanted her son to feel the same, grow up loved and cherished, and never doubting his parents' affection. The Court had begrudgingly referred to him simply as "Prince Jeager," for he remained nameless, waiting for his father to return and officially announce his name.

You spent your days doting on your little prince. You held him through the nights when he stirred, soothed him with lullabies, and played with him endlessly during the day. His laughter, bright and sweet as a summer breeze, filled the room like music. At this moment, you were sitting on your bed with your son in your arms, your giggles mingling as you gently tickled his tiny belly. His eyes, green like his father's, shone with pure joy, and your heart swelled. This was your greatest joy, just the two of you in your little love bubble

Then, a soft knock interrupted your peace. You glanced toward the door, your heart skipping. Before you could answer, the door opened, and there he was, Eren.

You instinctively stood up from the bed, holding your son close to your chest. A wave of emotion washed over you as you took him in, standing there, finally home. He looked tired, worn by the weight of his decisions, but in your eyes, he had never been more beautiful. Your heart raced, torn between nerves and excitement, but the sight of you with your child made Eren speechless.

For a moment, all he could do was stare. Your fuller figure, the radiant glow of motherhood, and the way you cradled your son with such care and love took his breath away. He had always thought you were beautiful, but now, you were ethereal. He stepped forward, closing the distance between the three of you, and without a word, he wrapped you both in his arms, holding you tightly as though afraid they might disappear.

You felt his warmth surround you, and you felt whole for the first time in months. Eren pulled back slightly, only to lean in and press a deep, passionate kiss to your lips. Your breath hitched, tears welled in your eyes, the flood of emotions overwhelming you. When the kiss broke, you smiled softly and placed your son into Eren's waiting arms.

Eren held him for the first time, his heart hammering in his chest. The baby looked up at him and giggled sweetly as if sensing the connection. Eren's eyes widened, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as joy filled every corner of his being. You stood beside them, tears streaming down your face, watching the love of your life and your son bond for the first time.

"How has it been while I've been away?" Eren asked, his voice soft as he continued gazing at the baby in his arms.

"It's been fine," you replied, brushing away a stray tear. "I've been well taken care of. Mikasa, Armin, and Daisy have been by my side every step of the way." Eren nodded, his jaw tightening slightly. "And the birth? How was it?"

Your expression faltered for a moment. "It went fine," you said, though your voice carried a sadness you couldn't hide. You remembered the loneliness that had gripped your heart during those long hours of labour. You had Mikasa and the others, but without Eren by your side, you had felt incomplete. You shook the thought away, unwilling to cloud this moment.

However, Eren's eyes were sharp, and he immediately caught the pain in your tone. Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave. "I wasn't there," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. "I should've been there. I'm so sorry."

You gently touched his cheek, forcing him to meet your eyes. "It's fine," you said softly. "I went into labour earlier than expected. You couldn't have known." You paused, but your lips trembling slightly. "Mikasa was there for me, and everything went smoothly. But… it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that you're here now."

Eren's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He rested his forehead against yours and whispered, "I hope you can find space in your heart to forgive me… to forgive my sins and embrace all of me, even the broken parts."

Your tears spilt over as you nodded; your voice was trembling. "Forgiving you will take time," you admitted, "but Eren, I still love you. I always will."

He closed his eyes, relief and gratitude washing over him. "I want to spend the time I have left, these next four years, with you and our son. Somewhere far away, near the ocean, just us. As a family."

Your breath hitched, and your tears flowed freely now. "I'd love that," you whispered, leaning into his embrace.

Eren kissed your forehead, holding you close for a moment longer before walking toward the balcony with their son in his arms. You stayed back, giving them their moment, your heart swelling as you watched Eren whisper softly to the baby.

"This," Eren murmured as he gazed out at the horizon, "is all yours. All of it. You're free." His voice trembled, his green eyes glistening with tears as he spoke to the baby, who cooed in his arms.

You approached them quietly, watching Eren's tears fall as he turned to you, his voice filled with emotion. "I want to name him George."

Your lips curled into a smile, your head resting against his shoulder. "Prince George Jeager…" you whispered, testing the name. "I like the sound of that."

Eren chuckled softly, leaning his head against yours as you both looked at your son, your love and hope for him binding you together more tightly than ever.

The journey had been long, and you had lost track of how many miles you had travelled. The roads had been winding, taking you farther and farther from the castle, until it felt as though the world was stretching out, silent and untouched. Every turn you took seemed to lead you deeper into a secret realm, away from the eyes of the Court, away from the turmoil of the kingdom. Eren had insisted on this cabin, this secret life you would now begin together. And despite everything that had happened, despite the shadows of your past, you felt a flutter of hope in your heart.

You had passed through the rolling hills, the landscape dotted with meadows full of wildflowers, and eventually entered a thick, untouched forest. The trees grew tall and ancient, their branches intertwining to create a canopy of vibrant green. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and earth mixed with the faintest hint of fresh snow in the distance. You could feel the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders as you entered this secluded paradise.

The further you went, the more the outside world seemed to vanish, swallowed whole by the wilderness. The snow-capped mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks shining like ancient guardians watching over you. The terrain was rugged yet undeniably beautiful, with clear lakes reflecting the bright sky, their surfaces smooth like glass. The wind carried with it the sound of distant birds, the only sign of life in the vast expanse around you.

The colours of the landscape were like something out of a dream, the deep green of the pines, the striking whites and blues of the snow, and the warm hues of the setting sun creating a breathtaking panorama. It was as though they had stumbled upon a hidden world, far away from the weight of royal duties and the war-torn land they had come from.

When you finally arrived at the cabin, your breath caught in your throat. The cabin stood in the middle of a clearing, nestled between towering trees that seemed to protect it. Made of thick logs and sturdy wood, it blended perfectly into its natural surroundings. Smoke curled from the chimney, adding to the warmth of the wooden structure. Despite its humble exterior, there was something undeniably comforting about it. The cabin exuded a sense of peace, a feeling of home.

Eren had built it himself, a labour made out of love and effort. You could tell by the way the walls were constructed with such care, every corner perfectly fitting, every inch of space utilized thoughtfully. He had taken great pride in building it, especially after the news of your pregnancy.  

As you disembarked from the carriages, the soldiers and the ladies-in-waiting began unloading their belongings. Jean, Connie, Reiner, Levi, Mikasa, carrying little Carla, and Bertholdt worked swiftly, moving the heavy boxes and furniture into the cabin. The ladies, Historia, Daisy, Sasha, and Hitch, helped organize inside, ensuring their Queen had everything she needed.

Eren walked towards you, his eyes searching your face. "Do you like it?" he asked softly, his voice almost nervous.

You stood for a moment, your gaze sweeping over the cabin and the surrounding landscape. The beauty of it all overwhelmed her. The mountain air felt clean and pure, as though the cruelty of the world had never touched this place. You looked down at little George, who cooed in your arms, his tiny hands grasping at your fingers. The sight of him here, in this peaceful place, made your heart swell. 

Turning to Eren, you smiled, your eyes bright with tears. "It's perfect," you said, her voice filled with awe. "It's everything I ever dreamed of."

Eren smiled, a glimmer of relief washing over his features. "I'm glad," he murmured before turning to join the others in unloading the rest of their things.

As the soldiers carried crates and furniture into the cabin, you walked a short distance away, holding your son. The scenery seemed to stretch out endlessly before you, mountains rising like ancient sentinels, the lake sparkling under the sun, and the trees standing tall like guardians. You walked around, cradling George, letting him feel the softness of the breeze against his cheeks as you hummed a soft lullaby.

Eren, watching from a distance, felt a pang in his chest. The sight of you holding your son, walking freely through this beautiful landscape, filled him with a mixture of joy and guilt. The distance between you, the rift created by the events of the past months, seemed unbridgeable at times. His actions, the Rumbling, had irrevocably changed the course of your relationship. And while he wanted nothing more than to walk to you, to join you and your son, a part of him knew you needed space.

He stayed where he was, watching you with a quiet longing. He had always dreamed of this moment, being here, together, as a family, but now, even in this moment of peace, it was clear that the road ahead would be long and uncertain.

You, sensing his gaze, turned slightly but said nothing. You could feel the weight of everything between them, but it didn't matter for now. What mattered was this small moment of peace, this fragile, beautiful peace.

As the sun began to set behind the mountains, casting the world in hues of gold and purple, you held George a little tighter, your eyes locked with Eren's. No words were needed. At that moment, you both understood. They were here now. Together. And perhaps, just perhaps, there was hope for them yet.

It had been nearly four years since you and your family secluded yourselves in the cabin in the woods, hidden away from the world's prying eyes. In those four years, Eren had become more than just a king; he had embraced his role as a father and a husband with an intensity that left you both deeply touched and constantly worried.

From Monday to Saturday, Eren stepped away from his kingly duties. He chose to remain by his family, savouring the days with you and your children. His role as King had become a secondary concern; he was only seen as the King by name. Armin, his trusted advisor, took the reins in the shadows, helping the kingdom continue its affairs in his stead. Armin's loyalty was unshakeable, and Eren knew that in time, he would need to help you manage the palace, especially after Eren's time was up. But for now, his focus was on the love of his life and your two sons.

Mikasa and Jean had moved into a separate cabin nearby with little Carla so Mikasa could keep an eye on you and offer her support. Every now and then, Mikasa would stop by, and little Carla would often play with George and Henry. The two boys adored her, and you cherished the moments of peace as Carla shared her stories and taught them little games. Your children were growing fast, and you found joy in watching their bond develop.

In the quiet of the cabin, you spent your days caring for your sons. Two years ago, you had given birth to a second son, Henry. Just like George, Henry had taken after his father, his wild, dark hair and eyes so similar to Eren's that it took your breath away. 

George, now four, had become a mirror of his father, tall, strong, and with that undeniable Jeager look. The only trait he had inherited from you was your dark skin and the curls that framed his face.

Your family had settled into a comfortable rhythm, your days filled with love and laughter. Eren was an active father, always eager to spend time with the children. He would race you all up to the tree upon the hill near your cabin, a tree that he and George had discovered after a fishing trip one day. The view from the top was breathtaking, a wide expanse of land and sky stretching on forever. It reminded Eren of the old days at the palace, racing up the hill with his family for picnics and moments of peace. Those days had been filled with laughter, but now, they felt like a distant memory.

One afternoon, you all raced to the top of the hill, but something felt different this time. As you reached the summit, Eren, despite his years of military training and strength, was no longer the first to arrive. Your sons beat him, and it was George who crossed the finish line first. You were a little behind, watching with a quiet smile as George cheered his little brother on. You could hear George scream out in joy, "Dad, I finally beat you!"

But then you heard something that made your heart skip. The joy in George's voice faded, and it was replaced by a sudden, sharp sound of distress. Your instincts flared, and you turned to see Eren bent over, coughing violently into his hand. Your stomach dropped as you rushed toward him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Eren," you whispered, "What's wrong?"

Eren wiped his hand quickly, trying to hide the blood that had stained his palm, and gave you a strained smile. He shook his head as if to reassure you, but his face was pale.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. It's nothing," he said quietly, though his voice trembled slightly.

You handed him your handkerchief, watching him dry his hand carefully. The sight of it tore at your heart. 

"Let me help you back to the cabin," you said, your voice trembling.

But Eren shook his head again, more firmly this time. "No," he whispered, his eyes softening. "I don't want them to remember me like this… as weak." His voice caught, and you felt your heartbreak. He was fighting to hide the truth from the children, to spare them the pain of seeing their father deteriorate.

You nodded, understanding his desire, and gently took his hand. Together, you walked back to your sons, who were waiting at the top of the hill, excitement still lighting their eyes. Eren ruffled George's hair, his voice full of pride. "You've gotten so fast and strong, George," he said with a smile, his eyes shining with love for your son. "You're just like your mother, strong and brave."

George beamed, his chest puffing up with pride. "I want to be as strong as you, Father," he said. "I'll protect Mom and everyone, just like you protect us when you're king."

Eren's smile widened, though his heart ached. The words cut too deep. Your son was so much like him, but Eren wouldn't be around long enough to see him grow into the man he would become. You struggled to hide your tears, pressing them back, but it was impossible. The love of your life was slipping through your fingers, and you could do nothing to stop it.

When the picnic was over, you returned to the cabin. The warmth of your home seemed to soothe your aching heart, but the worry gnawed at you. Sasha helped put the boys to bed, and you quickly ordered Hitch to fetch Doctor Hange. You needed answers. You needed to understand what was happening to Eren before it was too late.

Mikasa arrived just moments after your order, her instincts kicking in as she saw the weakness in Eren. She rushed to his side, gently helping him to bed, her movements swift and practised. Mikasa could see it, too—the gradual decline that Eren had been so determined to hide from you all. She looked at you, her eyes full of sympathy.

"You've been too strong for too long, Eren," Mikasa said softly as she sat by his bedside, her hand brushing his forehead.

Eren's eyes flickered to Mikasa, and a shadow of a smile crossed his face. "I just… wanted to spend these last years with them. With you all."

You stood by the door, holding your breath. You were trying to hold it together, to be strong for your children, but the tears were coming, and you couldn't stop them. This was the man you had loved your whole life, the father of your children, yet his time was slipping away. The thought of life without him was unbearable, but you would endure it for your sons, for the love you had shared.

"Eren," you whispered, "I love you."

He looked up at you, his eyes heavy with sadness and love. "I know," he whispered back, "I love you, too."

At that moment, despite the pain, you knew one thing, you would cherish every last moment with him, no matter how few they were.

Mikasa left the two of you alone as she understood you needed some privacy. She curtsied to the both of you and left the room.  

As the door quietly shut behind Mikasa, the room fell into a heavy silence. You could feel the weight of everything pressing down on you, threatening to shatter the fragile composure you had been trying so hard to maintain. You sat down beside Eren on the bed, your hands trembling as you tried to steel yourself. His breathing was laboured, his face pale, yet he somehow managed to give you a faint, reassuring smile.

Eren, always perceptive, seemed determined to ease the unbearable tension. "You know," he said, his voice weak but laced with a hint of humour, "I didn't think being sick would make me so much more attractive. I mean, look at you, still here, staring at me like I'm some kind of treasure."

You stared at him in disbelief, and despite yourself, you let out a broken, teary laugh that quickly turned into a sob. "You're impossible," you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Eren grinned softly, though the effort seemed to take everything he had. "Yeah, but you love me anyway."

He pushed his fragile body upright, wincing slightly as he leaned toward you. With trembling hands, he lifted the hem of his shirt and gently wiped away the tears that streaked your face. His touch was light, almost ghostly, but it carried a warmth that made you ache all the more.

"Don't cry," he whispered, though his own eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I can't stand seeing you cry."

"I'm trying," you replied, your voice breaking. "I really am. But Eren… I'm scared. I'm scared of the feeling of missing you. Waking up and knowing you won't be there beside me. Living a life without you…"

Your voice faltered, and you buried your face in your hands, the sobs you had been holding back finally spilling out.

Eren's hand, weak but steady, reached for yours. He pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at him. "You'll never truly be without me," he said softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heartache. "I'll always be here. In everything we shared, in the memories we made. I'll live on in George, in Henry, in the love I have for you and the people I've fought so hard to protect. You'll feel me in the laughter of our children, in the stories you'll tell them, in every moment of joy and pride they bring you. I promise I'll always be there."

You nodded, but the fear in your chest refused to leave entirely. "It's not enough, Eren," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It will never be enough."

Eren patted the space beside him on the bed, his expression softening. "Come here," he murmured.

You hesitated for a moment before lying down next to him, and as soon as you did, his arms wrapped around you. Though his embrace was weaker than it used to be, it still felt like home. You pressed yourself closer to him, your ear resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You simply lay there, wrapped in the warmth of each other, trying to hold onto the fleeting seconds you had left together.

"Eren," you whispered after a long silence, your voice barely audible. "If… if there is a next life… would you want me there? By your side?"

Eren's hand brushed through your hair, his fingers tangling gently in your curls. He let out a soft laugh, though it was tinged with sadness. "As selfish as it sounds," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "I would've been honoured. You've given me so much happiness in this life. More than I ever thought I deserved. But… you're going to live a long life. You're going to love and laugh and see our boys grow into men. You're going to have a full, beautiful life, and I want you to live it without feeling tied to me."

Your heart ached at his words, and you shook your head fiercely, clutching at his shirt as though holding on tighter could keep him from slipping away. "I can't," you said, tears welling in your eyes again. "I can't forget you, Eren."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your forehead. "I should've known you'd be stubborn about this," he teased, his voice light despite the weight of the moment.

You couldn't help but smile through your tears. "Always."

Eren sighed, his tone shifting to something softer, more resolute. "Fine," he said, his hand brushing against your cheek. "I'll come and find you. In the next life, no matter how long it takes, I'll come and find you. Even if it takes me decades, centuries, I'll be there."

The certainty in his voice made your chest tighten. You smiled through your tears, resting your head against him once more. "I'll be waiting," you whispered.

The two of you lay there for a while longer, speaking softly, sharing whispered promises and heartfelt confessions. Every word felt precious, every second sacred. The love between you filled the room, making the moment both heartbreaking and beautiful.

When your voices finally grew quiet, you felt Eren's breathing slow, his chest rising and falling beneath you. You clung to him, memorizing the sound of his heartbeat, the warmth of his skin, and the way his arms held you so protectively, even in his weakened state.

"Goodnight, my love," you whispered, your voice trembling but full of love.

"Goodnight," he murmured, his lips brushing your forehead.

And for a moment, it felt as though time itself stood still, holding you both in the warmth of your love as you drifted into sleep together.

The next morning, Mikasa stepped into the cabin with Jean, her heart already uneasy. It was too quiet. The kind of quiet that sets the soul on edge, where even the birds outside seemed reluctant to sing. Mikasa and Jean exchanged a glance, their shared concern unspoken but palpable. Something wasn't right.

"Your Majesty?" Mikasa called softly, her voice almost trembling as it broke the heavy silence. No answer.

A shuffle of small feet echoed down the hallway, and little Carla appeared, holding the hands of her younger brothers. The sight of her daughter, with her solemn expression and lips pressed tight, sent a pang through Mikasa's chest. Carla looked like she was holding the world's weight on her small shoulders.

Mikasa crouched down, meeting her daughter's wide eyes. "Carla? What's going on? Why are you all out here?" she asked gently, trying to keep her voice calm despite the storm brewing inside her.

Carla hesitated, her tiny hands wringing together nervously. She glanced at her brothers, who were clutching crayons and fidgeting with their fingers, oblivious to the tension in the air. Her lips quivered before she finally whispered, "I... I had a bad feeling this morning."

Mikasa's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, a bad feeling?"

Carla sniffled, her gaze dropping to the floor. "When we woke up, the boys wanted to see Her Majesty and Papa. They wanted to enter their room, but I smelled something strange. The air felt... heavy. I don't know why, but it didn't feel right."

Mikasa's breath caught. "And then? What did you do?"

"I didn't let them go in," Carla said, her voice breaking. "I told them we should draw instead. I thought... I thought maybe we should wait for you to come first."

Mikasa stared at her daughter, her heart aching at this small girl's bravery. She pulled Carla into a tight embrace, her own voice trembling. "You did so well, Carla. You were so brave. I'm so proud of you."

Carla buried her face in Mikasa's shoulder. "Mama... is Papa okay? Is Her Majesty okay?"

Mikasa pulled back, forcing a reassuring smile for her daughter's sake. "You don't need to worry about that right now, okay? I need you to take your brothers outside and play. Build me the biggest castle you can, all right? Jean and I will take care of everything."

Carla sniffled but nodded, taking the hands of her little brothers. "Come on, let's go," she said, her voice wavering as she led them out of the cabin. "Let's make a really big castle for Mama."

As the door closed behind them, Mikasa's smile faded. Her face hardened, her composure threatening to crack. She turned to Jean, her voice low but urgent. "Go. Find Pastor Nick. Get Dr. Hange. Bring soldiers if you have to. But hurry."

Jean's face darkened, understanding what she didn't say out loud. His jaw tightened, and he gave her one firm nod before rushing out the door, leaving her alone with the growing dread in her chest.

Mikasa turned back toward the hallway. Each step felt like a battle, her heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out every other sound. The closer she got to your shared bedroom, the heavier the air felt, like the walls themselves were mourning.

And then she heard it. The faintest of sniffs came from the room, quiet and broken, like the sound of someone trying to hold the world together while it crumbled in their hands.

She knocked softly on the door. No response. Pushing it open, her breath caught in her throat.

The scene before her shattered what remained of her composure. You were sitting on the bed, your arms wrapped around Eren's lifeless body. He was swaddled in blankets, his pale face so still it was almost as though he were asleep. Almost.

Your back was to her, but when you turned, Mikasa could see the tears streaming down your face, your expression a mix of despair and denial. "Mikasa," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I... I need more blankets. He woke up cold, and I've been trying to warm him up, but nothing's working." Your hands tightened around Eren's body as if you could somehow anchor him back to life.

Mikasa's chest constricted. The pain in your voice cut through her like a blade. She stepped forward slowly, her own tears burning in her eyes. Gently, she knelt in front of you and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Your Majesty..." she began softly, her voice breaking. "He's... gone."

You shook your head frantically, clinging to Eren as though Mikasa's words might undo reality. "No. He's just cold. He's just tired," you insisted, your voice rising with desperation. "He'll wake up. He always does."

Mikasa swallowed hard, her own heart-shattering at the sight of you breaking apart. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close as you sobbed against her shoulder. "I'm so sorry," Mikasa whispered, stroking your hair. "I'm so, so sorry."

You pulled away slightly, looking down at Eren's face. The reality began to sink in as you traced your fingers along his features, cheeks, brow, and lips' faint curve. Your trembling hands brushed back his hair as a fresh wave of tears spilt down your cheeks. "Oh gods," you choked out, your voice cracking. "Eren..."

Your scream pierced the air, a raw, visceral cry that tore through Mikasa's heart. It was the sound of a soul breaking, of love ripped away too soon. Mikasa's own tears fell freely now, her grief mingling with yours. But even through the pain, she stayed by your side, holding you as you crumbled.

And then, you raised your head again, your eyes hollow but resolute. You leaned down, pressing your lips softly to Eren's forehead. Your voice was barely above a whisper, shaky but full of love. "I'll see you later," you murmured. "Wait for me, my love."

You rested your forehead against him momentarily before pulling back, brushing your hand against his cheek one last time. And then, you let Mikasa take you into her arms again as the weight of your loss crushed down on you. She held you tightly, whispering soothing words, even as her own tears fell.

Outside, the morning sun continued to rise, its golden light spilling over the cabin and the trees. The world kept moving, indifferent to the pain within those walls. But inside, time had stopped, and the grief of losing Eren Jeager left a silence that would linger forever in the hearts of those who loved him.

The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, the grief thick and heavy, wrapping itself around everyone like a shroud. Holding you tightly, Mikasa heard the sound of a soft knock on the cabin door. She froze momentarily, her heart sinking further into the pit of her stomach. She knew who it might be, and the realization tightened her chest. She shouted, "Come in," her voice firm, though a tremor of pain laced her tone.

As the door creaked open, the room seemed to shrink. Pastor Nick entered first, his expression grave, followed closely by Armin, whose red-rimmed eyes betrayed the storm of emotions he was holding inside. Jean came in next, his usual stoicism cracking under the moment's weight. Dr Hange followed their demeanour seriously but tenderly, a rare break from their usual exuberance. And finally, Levi stepped into the room, his presence silent but commanding, his piercing gaze softening ever so slightly as it landed on you.

Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of them, the finality of the moment sinking in like a dagger to your chest. Your eyes widened, your trembling hands instinctively clutching at Eren's lifeless body as though you could shield him from the truth. The reality hit like a crashing wave. Eren is never waking up.

Mikasa felt your body tense and reacted immediately, wrapping her arms tightly around you to keep you from doing something drastic. She knew you better than anyone, knew the fiery stubbornness that would compel you to fight tooth and nail to keep him in your arms. "Don't," Mikasa whispered softly but firmly. "Don't make this harder for yourself."

Your voice broke as you choked out, "Please... please, Mikasa, don't let them take him. Don't let them take him from me."

Mikasa's heart shattered at the sound of your plea, but she didn't loosen her hold. Instead, she buried your head against her shoulder, her strength keeping you upright when your grief threatened to pull you under. "I know," she murmured, tears streaming down her face. "I know, but... you have to let him go."

Dr. Hange stepped forward, her eyes glancing briefly at you before settling on Eren. She moved closer, examining him with care, though everyone already knew her conclusion. With a sombre nod, she looked back at the room and announced the words no one wanted to hear. "He's gone. Eren is dead. The…King is gone."

The declaration broke whatever fragile hold you had on your emotions. You screamed a guttural, anguished cry that echoed through the room, your pain ripping through everyone present. Mikasa tightened her hold on you, pressing your head against her chest as your sobs wracked your body. "I'm here," she whispered over and over, her voice trembling. "I'm here. You're not alone."

Reiner, Bertholdt, and Connie entered the room as if on cue. They were silent, their faces heavy with grief, as they carried with them a golden casket. The sight of it made your knees buckle, and Mikasa had to hold you up entirely. Realizing what would happen consumed you like a fire, scorching every part of you.

"No!" you wailed, struggling against Mikasa's grip. "Please, no! Don't take him! He's not ready! I'm not ready!"

But the soldiers moved forward, their steps slow and respectful, their hearts breaking as they looked at the love you held for him. They gently lifted Eren's body from the bed, treating him with the care and reverence of a fallen king. Your screams grew louder as they laid him in the casket, the sound of the lid closing forever, marking the end of an era.

Mikasa's arms stayed wrapped around you as your cries filled the room. She pressed your head into her chest, stroking your hair as you clawed at her arms in despair. "He's gone," Mikasa whispered, her voice trembling as her tears fell. "He's gone, but I'm here. I'll always be here."

As the casket was carried out of the room, the weight of silence descended. Slowly, your sobs began to fade, replaced by a hollow numbness that settled deep within you. After what felt like an eternity, you pulled away from Mikasa, your face streaked with tears. Your voice was raw, barely above a whisper. "I need to speak with Armin."

Mikasa nodded, understanding without question. She stood, steadying you as you rose to your feet and walked out of the room. A few moments later, she returned with Armin, his shoulders hunched and his face pale. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his movements slow, like he was carrying the world's weight on his back.

"I'm sorry," Armin said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I... I can't find the words. But I'm so, so sorry."

You looked at him, your eyes filled with an understanding that only comes from shared grief. "You don't need to say anything, Armin. I know." You paused, your voice trembling. "I'm sorry, too. You've lost your other half. Your best friend."

Armin's breath hitched at your words, and for a moment, he looked like a child again, a boy who had just lost the person who had always stood by his side. "I don't know how to do this without him," he admitted, his voice breaking. "He was... he was everything."

You reached out, placing a trembling hand on his. "We'll figure it out," you said softly. "Together. For him. For everything he stood for."

A heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of your uneven breaths. Finally, you spoke again, your voice quiet but firm. "I want him buried under the tree in my garden. The one he used to sleep under as a boy."

Armin looked at you, his watery eyes widening slightly. A small, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. "That's... that's perfect," he said, his voice barely audible. "He loved that tree. It's where he'd want to be."

You nodded, clutching your hands together to keep them from trembling. "Then it's decided," you said softly. "That's where he'll rest."

For a moment, the two of you sat silently, the weight of your loss pressing down on you like a physical force. But in that silence, there was also a quiet understanding, a shared determination to carry on, even when it felt impossible. You would honour him. You would keep his memory alive.

And as you sat there, the sound of the world outside began to creep back in, the rustle of the wind, the chirping of birds, the faint laughter of children playing. Life continued, even in the face of loss. And somehow, so would you.

[mocha1662]

Cozy Day ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ

(Tired/soft Rafe x black pregnant soft reader)

(Cw: a bit of cursing,Rafe annoyed by being called on his day off. Just a cute fluff since today was a bit of good cool weather today,first person for reader,MOODBOARD AT THE BOTTOM >:3)

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I laid in bed,listening to the rain hit against the window,she knew Rafe had taken off today since i wasn’t feeling good last night,my hot flashes were bad but now i was freezing. I sat up in my bed,getting up as my breath hitched heading to the restroom. While in the bathroom I heard the bedroom door creak, “Honey?”, a few steps came closer to the door, “How are you feeling?”, Rafe said,softly “I’m okay, sweetie.”, I finished and walked in the bedroom, soon Rafe kissed my cheek wrapping a arm around my waist, “How’d you sleep?”, he guided me back to the bed,of course since I wasn’t feeling well he didn’t want me going up and down the stairs,I sat down as he stood in front of me with a smile.

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“I slept fine,you?”, “Fine,are you hungry?”, I giggled, “I always am.”, he nodded and headed out of the room,not long later he came back with two plates, he made homemade breakfast and sat next to me. We sat on the bed watching tv while we ate but Rafe got a call,he grumbled answering it, “What.”,he hissed,I could hear a bit of mumbling but cut off by Rafe, “Ask John, he knows how to take care of it,now fucking leave me alone.”, he hung up and huffed, “Sorry,honey bunny.”, I smiled as he settled back next to me but that’s when a crackling of thunder sounded. I jumped a bit surprised,I loved rain but not the sounds that came with it. Rafe grabbed me and held me closer, “You know,you never showed me those baby cribs you wanted.”, my face lit up going over to my bed side drawer pulling out a stack of magazines,flipping through the pages Rafe got up and turned on some jazz as he sat back down,my stomach growled again.

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He took it as a cue to get me a snack,coming back with a yogurt bowl with chocolate covered strawberries and a side of popcorn,with a glass of juice. I showed him crib after crib along with quizzes I took about what type of colors would look best for the baby room. Rafe listened as he rubbed my shoulders occasionally snagging a popcorn or strawberry. I giggled and smiled as he kissed my cheeks, “We’ll have it all handled,doll I promise.” He said softly as he laid me back to lay on his chest,placing a hang over my stomach,he grabbed the shea coco butter rubbing it over my stomach,while we watched tv and cuddled. A few hours later I woke up,still laying on Rafe’s chest he was quietly reading a baby book, “Rafey.”, I said quietly sitting up and groaning,it was still raining but not as hard, “You ready for dinner hun? Carla(a nice maid) made you some soup.”, I nodded, Rafe reluctantly helped me down the stairs since I wanted to see more than just the interior of our bedroom,he sat me on the couch and got me comfortable as he made me a bowl,he came back with a chicken soup including carrots,pasta,chicken bits and potato with a side of cheesy bread. I ate happily,reading my book while Rafe rubbed my feet and watched tv.

[terrence-silver]

I wonder if Margret was still alive would have made Terry stay in therapy or convince him to go back to cobra Kai

Like for some reason I feel like Milo and her both hate kreese for leaving terry in the 80s like they gave me mother and father vibes with him

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I imagine Margaret Spencer and Miloš Dadok are like the informal surrogate guardians slash long term employees of an eccentric Billionaire who has no supervision but the people working for him. He's a grown, shrewd competent businessman and not a child sure, but still, that's their grown, shrewd competent businessman

Think Alfred and Bruce Wayne.

Terry Silver has no parents. No siblings. No relatives. No family. No spouse. No children. Not in over forty years. There's technically nobody but his Czechoslovakian Major Domo and his English secretary in the 80's and a mansion large and spacious enough to get lost in overlooking Los Angeles. That's all we ever see anyway. His odd two henchmen in Snake and Dennis, if we count that. In his later years, it is even worse, because don't ever see old man Terry have that level of appearent closeness with any of his staff ever again. Are any of them memorable in any way? Really doubt Carla the maid would've given too many damns about her boss, outside of what her contract and workhours demands or that nameless chef who asked him if he requires him to call a doctor because that's just what one does when one's boss is visibly tripping out. So, read between the lines, one gets the impression, that unlike most employees, Miloš and Margaret knew Terry for quite a while, maybe even since he was a child. Perhaps, they might've worked for his parents even and afterwards, they worked for him. He inherited his working staff. There's this just sense of intimacy almost, like they're well used to his temperament and habits, regardless how extravagant, unhinged and hedonistic they might be. He's there bathing in front of them, issuing orders, joking around, telling them how he's taking time off for revenge and everyone around him is pretty nonplussed about it. This has happened before because that's just how their Mr. Silver's like.

If he ever hit rock bottom where narcotics are concerned, I firmly believe they'd do something (or everything) about it because these seemed like people far too well paid to be shocked by any of it and far too knowledgeable of Terry Silver's character to be genuinely scandalized by anything he did. There's just the weird, underlining bittersweet sadness and tragedy of Terry recovering after the fallout of the '85 tournament and nobody being there for him but Margaret and Miloš after John Kreese left and Cobra Kai was left in shambles.

I personally like to make myself happy with the thought that the pair was employed with him well into their old age and reached an extremely comfortable pension somewhere in the 90's or early 2000's or perhaps, even later; that Terry Silver had them luxuriously settled out on some, say, exotic island after a lifetime of devoted service because these could've been there when for him nobody else was and because it is simply in his personality to go above and beyond to repay what he considers undeniable loyalty towards himself.

[shinechermont]

Her love

Chapter 2 - Wine is a girl's best friend

It was rare for Carla to be in a dress. She just…didn't think it fit her, for some reason.

Yet, there was her, standing in the party saloon and drinking a glass of wine in a corner while everyone else was having fun.

She never liked going to weddings - the ceremony was always lame and lasted too  long - but she didn’t have how to avoid this one because she agreed to be the maid of honor of Diana. 

The only thing that made her coming worth it was Diana herself. She looked so beautiful when she entered the church in that pretty white dress - that supposedly was Harold’s mother’s first. Her face shined  with happiness. As far as Carla was concerned, she looked like a princess from the fairytales she heard when she was a child.

That expression - it was the same one she had now in the party. Even though Carla was a few feet away from her, she could see how she radiated happiness.

“Do you mind if I stay here? It seems like this is the only quiet corner of this party”, a familiar voice said, and the lonely woman looked towards it.

It was Nora. Her gaze was calm, yet not as cheerful as the other people’s in the party.

“Oh-”, Carla said. “Of course not.”

Nora sighed as she leaned against the wall, drinking a bit of the liquid in the glass she held. She didn’t say a word towards Carla, just observing her sister dancing with her new brother-in-law. 

…That was pretty much a thing that Nora would do. At least when it came to her.

“I- uh- heard that you are going to study outside of the country”, Carla said. “Congrats!”

Nora didn’t smile or even look at her. She rathered staring at her glass.

“Thank you”, she said methodically.

“What are you going to study anyways?”

“Herbology.”

“When are you going to travel?”

“Tomorrow. I only stayed for the wedding.”

“I see.”

The two of them stood silent for a while, watching Diana dance with Harold and then getting invited to dance by his relatives.

“Say”, Nora broke the silence. “What do you think of my in-law?”

Carla almost choked on her wine. “Why do you ask? I mean, I think he is a good guy!”

“Nothing in particular. I was just curious. After all, you and my sister are friends for a long time.”

Carla sighed. “Indeed.”

“Make sure to take care of her when I am gone”, Nora said. “After my mother… she got very upset and she only had me to console her. And now I am going to travel for only the stars know how long… Will you do that?”

In the last question, she made sure to look at Carla’s eyes.

“Y-yes, Nora, don’t worry”, she said nervously. Why did she feel threatened..?

“Good.”

The next hours weren’t that remarkable. Carla and Nora stood in a quiet silence observing from afar, making some comments from time to time,  until the latter had to come back to her house to pack her things up.

The lonely woman sighed, as she probably should go home as well. 

She looked at the bride one last time, before walking out of the party.

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Cross (Carla) by jakei95

Dream (Diana) by jokublog

Nightmare (Nora) by jokublog

Harold... is himself lol (or else 👀)

Fanfic is inspired by zu-is-here's, junipers-insects and iatetheglue's works

[narcissussren]

Maidkasa au

•period au

•eren is an architect

I hated taking classes at the architecture department (I'm an engineering student) but I'll transform my suffering for EreMika

•mikasa worked at sewing/dressmaking workshop but as said before, as she was the youngest employee she was let go

•she likes to make clothes

•carla and grisha know mikasa and her situation (she lost her parents) so they recommended her to eren since he only has like two maids on his mansion

•eren is a nepobaby

•eren immediately takes a liking/ is interested and it's why he has her working close to him, assisting him in his studio

[draguta]

.a court of ash and smoke | thirteen.

pairing: lucien vanserra x reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, masturbation, violence, ptsd, domestic violence

chapter word count: 3639

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I See You

Tamlin made sure Lucien didn’t step a foot anywhere near you for the next few days. He was forced to eat his meals in his room, isolated from everyone else, and Tamlin sent him on border patrol each day, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night, well after everyone else had gone to bed, even if there were no longer any of Amarantha’s pets lurking there.

You still could not work out exactly what it was that had gotten Tamlin in such a state. Then you realised, as if something had clicked in your brain, what the problem was. He still believed that Lucien had taken advantage of you Under the Mountain, that he had become a client of yours. And he was angry.

Your suspicions were confirmed one night when you caught them in the foyer of the house. You had gone to bed early that night, with your new maid Carla having turned down your bed and helped you prepare for the night before the sun had even set. But sleep had evaded you, as it had so many nights since you’d returned home. You slipped out of bed, bare feet padding against the floor as you slipped from your room and turned toward the stairs, hoping that a cup of warm milk might help soothe you to the point of tiredness.

It was then that you saw them - or rather, heard them first.

“Don’t act innocent, Lucien. You know what you did,” Tamlin snarled. You shuddered at the harsh tone with which he spoke, the same one he had used in that hallway when he had been in beast mode. You quickly crouched behind the railing of the upstairs landing, looking down at where they stood in the foyer. Lucien was still wearing his patrol uniform, and you could only assume that he had just returned, only to be berated the second he had walked through the door.

“No, Tamlin,” Lucien argued, although he didn’t raise his voice. “I don’t know what I did. I’ve told you, nothing happened between me and her.”

Tamlin growled, and you didn’t miss the claws that shot from his knuckles. Neither did Lucien, if the retreating step back that he took was any indication. Your breath caught in your throat. “You bedded her,” Tamlin growled, voice low and rough; enraged. “My sister, and you took her to bed. You let her whore herself out to you, knowing that she had no choice.”

“And you believe that why?” Lucien snapped, hand moving to rest on the hilt of his sword, just in case, although both you and he knew that the little sword on his hip would do very little against Tamlin now that he had regained his full powers. “Because Amarantha told you that?”

“Because I saw you with my own eyes!” Tamling shouted, and you flinched. Lucien’s eyes flicked up to you at the movement, and his eyes narrowed, telling you with just that expression not to do anything, to retreat to your room and not get involved. But you couldn’t move. You just watched them, helpless to help either of them. “I saw the way you watched her, saw your hands on her, saw you take her to her chambers more than once! You want me to believe you over my own eyes?”

“You’re a fool, Tamlin,” Lucien snapped.

“And you are a traitor,” Tamlin growled. “I sent you there to look after her, to check on her and make sure she was safe, and yet the first chance you got you stuck your cock in her!”

That familiar fire flashed behind Lucien’s eyes, although his voice was calm. “I did no such thing.”

“How long did it take, hmm? For you to take advantage of her,” Tamlin snapped. “She was there for five years. Was it that first time I sent you? Or did you wait a while?”

“I didn’t touch her,” Lucien said again.

“I should kick you out right this second! I should leave you on the street,” Tamlin snarled. “To think that I gave you a roof over your head when no one else would. To think that I trusted you with my sister’s wellbeing!”

Lucien shook his head, running a hand through his red locks, loose around his face. “If you wish me to leave, then just tell me, Tamlin,” Lucien said, rather calmly. “Otherwise, do not threaten me.”

With that, he turned on his heel, pushed past Tamlin and began ascending the stairs, two at a time. “Remember whose house you are living in, Lucien!” Tamlin shouted after him, but Lucien didn’t look back. Instead, he waited for a moment until Tamlin disappeared into the lounge, before grabbing your shoulder gently, and pulling you along the hall and through the door into his bedroom.

He glanced up and down the hall once, before closing the door with a ‘click’ before you, and turned back to you, brows furrowed in anger.

“It’s because of me,” you said quietly, looking down at your hands. “He’s punishing you because of me.”

“No. He’s punishing me because he’s a prick,” Lucien snapped, although you knew that his anger was not directed at you, but rather at your brother. “He has been ever since we came back from that mountain.”

“He’s been through a lot,” you confided. “We all have.”

“And yet, you don’t see any of us lashing out at everyone else,” Lucien snapped. He saw you flinch slightly at the harshness of his tone, and his shoulders immediately dropped, and he was in front of you in two strides, hands on your shoulders rubbing comforting circles through the material of your nightdress. “I’m sorry, I just hate being forced to stay away from you like I’m some kind of…villain.”

You looked up at him, catching his russet and gold eyes with your own. “I know, I understand. I hate that you’re always gone too.”

“I just don’t know how to get through to him,” he said solemnly.

“If you leave,” I said slowly, carefully. “If he makes you go…take me with you.”

He paused, looking you over, every inch of you from top to toe. There was something there, written into the delicate edges of his face, something strong yet soft and beautiful, just as he was. “You would leave here? Leave your home?” He asked, surprised.

“If it means not having to leave you, then I would.” You winced as you said the words, perhaps a little too blunt, perhaps making yourself too obvious. But if Lucien saw it as anything other than simply kind words from a friend who had clung to him through so much, he didn’t let it show.

“Why were you even out there in the first place?” He asked quietly, swiftly changing the subject. You drew in a deep breath and took a step away from him, arms wrapping around yourself as you turned your back to him.

“I-I can’t sleep,” you eventually mumbled. You glanced up, looking at yourself in the mirror leaning against the wall. Even in the few short days that you had been back in the Spring Court, you had already put weight back on, your body already on its way to being healthy and strong. Yet, under your eyes hung heavy dark circles, a reminder of your sleepless nights, a reminder of the nightmares that you were forced to endure. “Every time I close my eyes I’m back there, helpless again.”

“I know,” Lucien said from behind you, although you didn’t mention that when you said ‘back there’ you meant shrouded in that red mist. You glanced up to his reflection in the mirror; he hadn’t moved, but his eyes were trained on you. You noticed that he wore a twinning pair of dark circles under his own eyes. “Me too.”

You shuddered slightly under his gaze as he continued, “Sometime I forget that this isn’t just a dream, or that perhaps I died under that mountain and this is just what comes next,” he paused, blinking slowly, before his lips curled into a gentle smile. “But then I see you, and I remember that this is real, that I am here, and that we survived.”

He took a slow step toward you, now just one step away. “Because I do see you, even if you don’t see me, and even if I’m ordered not to talk to you,” he whispered. Another step forward, now right behind you, hovering so close, his scent wrapping around you like a blanket. He raised a hand to rest on your upper-arm, and caught your eyes in the mirror. “I always see you.”

His other hand moved to your left arm, warm and soft. “I see you sitting in the garden, on the top of that hill to the East, looking at the flowers,” he said, voice low. “And in the library, reading your way through every book in there.”

Somehow he managed to shuffle even closer to you so that his body was pressed against yours. His fingers drew light patterns on your arms as they trailed downward toward your elbows where your skin was bare and heated. Your breath hitched in your throat as he looked down your body, his cheek against your hair, so close to you that if you even leaned less than an inch back you would be completely leaning against him.

“I look for you, even on my border patrols, as if I might turn a corner and find you there.” His voice was no more than a whisper now, and his breath was hot against your neck, coming in small waves through his words, bringing a slight tingle to the spot where your neck met your shoulder, and a strange tightening in your abdomen. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you focused on that feeling as his hands moved again, slipping over the material of your nightdress to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him tightly. “Tell me why I look for you everywhere. Tell me why I can’t help myself. Tell me why it’s killing me to stay away from you.”

You couldn’t reply, instead only letting out a gasp of air, crooking your head onto his shoulder. He took that as an invitation, and he leaned down, soft lips brushing over the column of your throat, so sweet and so fast that you barely felt them, but enough that you let out another sharp intake of breath, and leant against him entirely, succumbing to his touch entirely.

You felt him smirk against your skin as he did it again, this time slower and with more intent, soft, sweet, and passionate kisses dragging against your neck and throat, his grip on your waist tightening, whilst his other hand reached up to your head, tugging on your hair slightly to reach your head even further back, allowing him better access. You shuddered as teeth connected with skin, nipping slightly, but when his tongue lapped over the same spot, soothing it, a small moan escaped your lips.

Lucien froze, his eyes snapping open, and then his lips were gone, and his hands were slipping away from your body. Your eyes shuttered open, and as you turned to look at him, you found him facing away from you, shaking his head and hands tugging at the roots of his hair anxiously.

“W-What is it?” You asked, taking a hesitant step toward him, reaching a hand out but not letting it touch him.

“I should never have done that,” he whispered. “This was a mistake.”

You didn’t even try to disguise the flash of pain that contorted your features. “I don’t understand, did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He spun to look at you, eyes wide. “Don’t ever think that. It’s me. I was…out of line.”

“You weren’t,” you said, reaching forward to place a hand on his forearm. He winced at the contact, looking down at you carefully, but you didn’t recognise the emotion that hid behind his red-brown iris. He wrapped his hand around yours, and slowly plucked it from his arm. It felt like a stab to the heart.

“You should go,” he said quietly.

“But-”

“Just go.”

You didn’t see Lucien for the next two days. Carla informed you that she’d heard he had decided to stay nearer to the border to make his patrols easier for him, but you knew the truth; he was avoiding you, avoiding speaking of what had nearly occurred in his bedroom that night. To avoid telling you why he had rejected you so, when it had been him that had made that first move.

That night, after he had shunned you from his room and you had slipped back into your own bed, you had allowed your fingers to trail under the skirts of your nightdress, searching for relief from the pent-up heat that lingered there. Your fingers rubbed in short, slow circles in the place where your body longed for touch, imagining they were his, and you had finished on your own for the first time ever at the thought of his smile.

It wasn’t the last time that you touched yourself to the thought of him over those couple of days that he was gone, although the pleasure that came with it did little to quell the anger that you felt for him.

You spent most of your time with Feyre. She too was struggling to come to terms with everything that had happened Under the Mountain, with her new life as a High Fae, and when you had found her early one morning vomiting in a plant pot in the grounds at the back of the house, you had held her hair back and whispered soothing words to her. She had admitted to you then of the things that haunted her - they were staggeringly similar to that of your own nightmares.

Only, she didn’t see that blood-red mist cocooning her body, not the dark light that danced in that void. That was a nightmare reserved only for you, one forged in the very same depths of hell as Amarantha’s spell book, which had remained locked in the draw of your vanity ever since.

“Have you heard from him?” Feyre asked on that second morning. You were both sitting on the top of that grassy hill in the gardens, your favourite spot in the entire Spring Court, simply watching the flowers rustle in the slight breeze. You knew who she was talking about. She didn’t have to say his name.

“No,” you replied nonchalantly. “Tamlin has got him run-ragged patrolling the borders. I’m sure he’s busy.”

She looked at you from the corner of her tired eyes. She too seemed healthier than she had a mere week ago, that High Fae glow highlighting her delicate, pretty features. But she too held that same darkness, the same pain that haunted her as it did you, and Lucien, and no doubt Tamlin too. You were sure she had seen the way you had become so closed-off since Lucien’s departure, although you prayed that she did not know the reason why. The walls in the Spring Court manor were thin, and there was every chance she had heard his rejection of you.”

“You miss him,” she said quietly. “I can see it.

“He was the only good thing that I had Under the Mountain,” you explained carefully. “He was my only friend for five years. It feels strange to have him so far away now.”

“Did you and he ever…” She trailed off, not needing to finish the question; you knew what she was referring to.

“Never,” you said, choosing not to mention that night in his room. “It was never like that between us when we were…there. He never laid a hand on me like that. It’s been more complicated since then.”

“I can speak to Tam about it if you want?” She suggested, blinking over at you. “I’m sure he’ll see reason.”

“It’s ok,” you shrugged. “If anyone should talk to him about it then it should be me.”

Much to your thanks, she didn’t press the issue. You wondered if she had noticed the shift in Tamlin as Lucien and you had noticed.

“Tam said that one of his old friends will be coming here in the next few weeks,” she said, picking at the grass that you sat on. “Someone called Ianthe.”

“Well, at least we might have another friend,” you chuckled. “As much as I enjoy your company, Feyre, a fresh face might be welcome around here.”

You knew she was aware of what you meant. With Lucien gone, and Tamlin hauled away in his study most days, you rarely saw anyone but each other. You liked Feyre - she was kind-hearted and sweet, and you understood each other on a level that perhaps the men of the court didn’t - yet, having only her to confide in during those days felt too similar to the loneliness that you had felt in Amarantha’s court.

“Maybe she can join our band of misfits,” Feyre chuckled. You rose to your feet and brushed off the dew from your dress, still clinging to the soft cotton.

“We can only hope she’s as miserable as we are,” you smirked. “Otherwise, she’ll never fit in.”

You did end up seeking Tamlin out two days later. You found him, as usual, in his study, hunched over his desk, going through papers and documents regarding the welfare of his estate and the surrounding grounds following the end of Amarantha’s threat and reign. He had been working so hard, had become so solitary in the time that passed since you had returned. When you had asked him to walk the grounds with you, just as you once had so often, he had simply grunted that he had too much work to do. That may have been the case, with so much up in the air now, but it felt rather like he simply didn’t want any company, and would rather he wasn’t forced to endure accompanying anyone else either. Even Feyre was left to her own devices most days, besides the time that the two of you spent together.

You knocked gently at the open door, and Tamlin glanced over his shoulder, shooting you a small, fleeting smile, before returning to his papers. “I can’t tour the grounds today. Find Feyre, I’m sure she’ll go instead,” he grunted, just as he had the last time you had asked. “I’ve got too much to do. So many papers to go through, I fear I might lose my head.”

A glimmer of the Tamlin you had once known. At least his humour was shining through.

You let out a light, hesitant chuckle. “That’s ok,” you said, taking a step into the room. “There was actually something else that you were hoping to speak to you about.”

Tamlin turned in his chair, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest as he frowned over at you. “Hmm? And what might that be?”

You took another small step toward him. “I wanted to talk about Lucien, about him coming back home.”

You had barely uttered Lucien’s name before Tamlin threw a hand up in dismissal, shaking his head firmly. “No.”

“But Tam, see reason-”

“No.”

“But he hasn’t done anything wrong-”

“I said no!” He shouted, and you flinched away from him quickly. He sighed, rising to his feet as he rubbed a hand across his face in frustration. He stepped toward you. “Why would you want him here? After what he did to you?”

“He didn’t do anything to me!” You snapped back angrily. “He helped me! He protected me when no one else would. He was my only friend, and you’ve sent him away for no reason!”

“I had my reasons,” he growled, coming another few steps forward, looming over you. “Did you enjoy whoring yourself out to him so much that you’ve forgotten who was trying to get you out of that hellhole for five years? Because it certainly wasn’t Lucien.”

Your mouth hung open agape in shock. There was anger burning behind those emerald eyes; pure, unhinged rage. This Tamlin wasn’t the same as the one who had saved you all those years ago. You were looking at someone completely different, and whether this was his way of processing what had happened to him or not, you could not believe the words that he had spoken.

“He did more to help me in those five years than you ever did!”

The words had slipped from your tongue before you’d had a chance to think it over properly. In an instant his hands were gripping your wrists tightly, and he was pushing you against the wall, hitting your head against the wood panelling enough that you yelped in pain. “You would dare disobey me?!” His grip on your wrists, the way that he had me held against that wall, was agony. His claws were protruding from his knuckles, slicing at the skin on your wrists to the point that dribbles of your blood began to drip down them to cover his hands and wrists. Just below that, his fingers dug it, cutting off the circulation to your fingers, tight enough to surely leave bruises in their wake.

“Tam, you’re hurting me,” you whined, turning your head to the side and away from him.

“Do not,” he snarled. “Question me in my court again. Do you understand?”

You nodded firmly, and with one final push, he let you go and returned to his desk as if nothing had happened at all. You stayed there, frozen to the spot, shaking terribly for just a moment, and then fled to the safety of your room, locking the door behind you.

[crazyintheeast]

Ava: Camila Beatrice wants to ask you something, and it would mean a lot to the both of us if you said yes

Camila: Oh, my God. Would I have a threesome with Turk and Carla? Well, it's certainly flattering, and I don't think they'd tell anyone...

Beatrice: Will you be my my maid of honor?

Camila: Oh...

Ava: Oh?

Camila: I mean yes of course ! will