#i cant be blonde hair AND blue eyes. no sir

[evilweasel]

had a nightmare last night that i woke up blonde. horrifying

[evelynpr]

You ever think about how All Might has two male exes that both have a child with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a big heart?

[splatooshy]

tvdu headcanons

yes these are completely correct, no i do not take criticism. either compliment me and my clever thoughts or walk away.

damon

- pretends his initials stand for ‘damon fucking salvatore.’

- Humanity isn’t something Damon lacks. He ignores it sometimes, but he did that when he was human too

- shy. so PAINFULLY shy. that didn’t change until post 70s.

- fav colour is jade green.

- born in italy, then lily had multiple miscarriages over 5 years and giuseppe decided they would move to america for better prospects, and stefan was born in mf.

- giuseppe despised anything ‘foreign’, and would lock damon in the cellar when he slipped up. never mind that damon didn’t really know any english.

- named his first horse (a shetland pony) sir handsome. loved his horses. hated people, loved animals.

- bibliophile. brains over brawn.

- gets banned from new orleans every few decades. marcel HATES him. also was in nola in 1914, freya and kol both took pity on him/ befriended damon after he managed to piss off the witches AND marcel in one day.

- always had the most inconvenient crushes as a human. the first was the daughter of some middle class storekeeper when he was eight. the second was emily bennett (his secret bff) and the third was a dude with a horse when he was a teenager. stablehand/riding instructor/ young gent passing through, named sebastian. giuseppe caught the boys fooling around one day and promptly shot sebastian in the head, before beating damon within an inch of his life (WOAH I WROTE THIS SO CASUALLY). damon never fully recovered.

- finds grimoires to bring to his favourite witch at the time. often the spells are super wacky and mostly useless.

- chatty and clingy drunk.

- after augustines, physically cant sleep alone, and half the time wakes up only to realise he’s killed his bedpartner (strangling, decap., suffocation etc.)

- in the 30s, he became a professional dancer.

stefan

- fav colour is an icy, glacial blue.

- nobody knows what his first language is. His first few words were either Italian or French, but it’s not certain which one. of course, giuseppe locked damon in the cellar for that.

- first horse was sir handsome, a hand-me-down from damon. loved both people and animals, but most of all loved when damon was introducing him to the animals.

- actually the cutest little child ever. big green eyes and floppy blonde-ish hair. looked like a five-year-old until he was 13? 14? and then suddenly shot up really quick.

- bull in a china shop. brawn over brains.

- the ‘ripper’ was created by lexi. she isolated and abused stefan, manipulating him into whatever she wanted.

- chronic migraine sufferer.

- as a human, he physically could not eat when nervous, which just so happened to be 80% of the time.

- rarely gets drunk but is a very outgoing and slutty drunk.

- lizard brain blood lusty ripper stefan only speaks italian.

- model aeroplane / train / car kind of guy.

- tumbled down into a well twice as a human.

- built the engine for the first automobile, passed it onto henry ford.

enzo

- likes the challenge of getting his way without resorting to compulsion (which is cheating.)

- has the stickiest fingers. he didn’t become a little street urchin in london without picking up some skills.

- turned by jack the ripper in 1888. approached him mid-murder.

- physically incapable of hating damon. and believe me, he’s tried.

- after augustines, physically cant sleep alone, and half the time wakes up only to realise he’s killed his bedpartner (strangling, decap., suffocation etc.)

klaus

- went to college a few times to study art. ended up stabbing the teacher [with a paintbrush] because they critiqued his work.

- was tsar nicholas 2 as a joke, purposely ended the dynasty.

elijah

- slipped ecstasy into klaus’ drink in the 80s just to see what would happen.

rebekah

- had a habit of accidentally wandering as a kid.

- clairvoyant / clairsentient.

- very partial to throwing knives.

kol

- bffs with charles 2, gets knighted (inspired by that episode of parks and rec where ben and andy meet the rich british guy)

- refers to stefan as klaus’ estranged paramour

- mixes vervain and wolfsbane into joints and such to get klaus to chill the fuck out. and mixing vervain into other drugs and stuff so that they’d affect him - damon joins the operation in 1914.

- was jack the ripper in 1888, saw a man drowning in his own blood in an alleyway, just watching as kol disemboweled a prostitute, before approaching him like ‘please sir, can you spare any change?’ and kol was delighted.

- damon pissed off marcel in 1914 and kol decided at that moment they were best friends.

- BIG fan of the ottoman empire. it only collapsed because kol was daggered.

- has grimoires full of odd spells.

alaric

- owns vervain coated knuckle dusters

- basically begs damon to talk history with him.

elena

- pre-accident: queen bee and she knew it. at her core, she is self-centred and used to getting her way. this only changes with her parents’ accident, but eventually elena reverts back into her old self.

- refers to katherine as her identical grandmother

[ - bitchy stares. not even an rbf, her face is just super expressive and you can tell when she’s judging you ]

caroline

- was second to elena all her life, and elena knew how to fuel that envy of caroline’s. but then elena’s parents died and caroline was finally #1, except stefan shows up and it’s back to the elena show again.

[ - well-meaning but tone deaf ]

both elena and caroline are just those bitchy popular girls.

[ bonnie ]

[ i have so many for her but a lot are completely against canon so here’s the ones that could be ]

[ - best cheerleader on the squad // the older girls adopted her as their flyer from day 1 ]

[ - because she’s tiny, yanno? ]

[ - known as the ‘i dunno her but she seems nice’ one, the ‘quiet, seems really sweet but i think she hates me’ one and ‘elena’s minion’ ]

[ - but she’s actually more popular overall ‘cause she does all the volunteering / xtra curricular stuff with caroline and she’s not in your face about it ]

[ - has very weirdly specific daily rituals as to what she eats and when on which day (waffle wednesday), what pyjamas she wears, how her pillows are arranged, etc. ]

[ - she didn’t even notice she did all of that until she was at a sleepover and the other kid’s mum made a different breakfast to what she would usually have on that day and bonnie was like ‘hmm. i seem to be uncomfortable with this. why is that?’ but sucked it up and ate her breakfast without saying anything ]

[falloutschpallout]

Good morning Staff and Students reminder we have an assembly in the gymnasium at 10 welcoming our new counselor Ms. Shultz. Please come give her a big bandit welcome!”

He had been watching her for weeks. For the last month of summer she would come in almost every day and spend a few odd hours decorating her room, printing sheets and getting coffee with the other staff members. It was no secret to any of them that she was attractive. He had seen some of them giving her backside glances. Mr. South even made a few comments to the Principal about her full figure. ‘Such a brute’ Mr. Martin thought. He fantasized about an alternate world where it was 1958 again and he could take her to a Diner, maybe fix his hair a certain way- “Hey uh Mr. M…” It was Wally catching him in his trance “Are you gonna eye fuck that blonde all day or are we gonna start?” Rhonda crossed her arms and looked annoyed “Rhonda! We don’t use those words in our meetings.!” He snapped.

Wally hid his giggle behind his hand “I think he likes her.” He rolled his eyes “What a ridiculous thought, shes alive and besides,much too younger for me OR you Wally.” Everett always has opinions about the subjects getting distracted by the living, he couldn’t be caught watching Ms. Shultz again. After their usual exchanges about their haunts her could be left alone in Ms. Shultz office, sometimes he would watch her in the bathroom, but only on days he is desperate to see her.

He followed her to her chair and he sat across from her to observe her as usual.

He pondered about her love life. Wondering if her mind and body got appreciated by anyo- “I can see you Mr. Martin.” He was stunned, how could this be? Was this really happenin- “I know all about you.” She looked up from her paperwork and lock her blue eyes with his dark ones.

“I’m sorry…” was all he could muster out. He wondered if she could have seen him this whole time. He recalled in his head a particularly embarrassing moment when she wore tight jeans that slid down her back side, for a whole afternoon her smooth crack could be seen as she hunched over in her chair, he couldn��t help himself at the sight of it and slowly silentest his arousal by palming over his member in his pants. “Sorry for masturbating to me checking my emails?” There was a slyness about her that he couldn’t place. “You haven’t felt the touch of a women in over 60 years, I can’t blame you sir.” Mid sentence she began packing her bag and preparing to leave. “Wait, Ms. Shultz allow me to explain!” He would have said anything to get his dignity back. “I will be back tonight to discuss boundaries with you and the others” She slammed the wooden door behind her.

He was lost in his thoughts scrambling to fix this. He had failed his own doctrine now his whole experiment is compromised.

He got on the intercom and commended all that had attended the meetings meet him im the gymnasium. Once there he sat everyone down and stood up, “let me be a lesson to you all, let me be an example. I didn’t follow my own teaches and now Im in a bit of a pickle.” He rubbed sweat off of his forehead and noticed the kids on the edge of their seats, Rhonda actually made a facial expression for once. “As it turns out that new Counselor can see us, all of us.” He heard murmurs and muffled ‘what?’s “She spoke to me directly and said we would all have a chat about boundaries, she noticed me getting a little attached…” before he could finish Rhonda interrupted “SO YOU DO LIKE HER?” She stood and so did the others

“I cant believe this! I let you convince me to not check anyone out and focus on me, this whole time you have been thirsty for some random counselor!” Wally sounded hurt, He had a crush the year he died, she was a senior and the few months that she remained at the school Mr. Martin and banned all contact with her, watching listening or otherwise. He felt immense guilt for not being able to control his own urges with another women whom he had no connection to in life.

“Wally I understand you are upset but I made a mistake I should have controlled myself and avoided her…”

“Fuck you man!” Wally threw a chair and left the gym in a hurry. The rest of this kids were soon to follow.

He retired to the fallout shelter and recorded the day events in his notebooks. After which he sat and deadpanned at the wall suddenly the door swung open by a phantom wind. He arose and investigated “Hello?” He called out into the dark basement, a shadowy figure approached him, it was Ms. Shultz in a transparent silky garment. Her breast barely covered and her hair was down and her glasses were off. She gave him a sultry glance “Mr. Martin… I thought this is what you wanted…” She stepped closer ans he took a step back and he lost his footing and fell on the cot “What are you doing here? in that?” then unexpectedly she grabbed him by the shoulder. “How are you-“ He was cut off by a warm and passionate kids that left him weak. “Its called astral projection. My body is at home asleep.” She ran her finger up his arm giving him shivers. “What do you want from me?“ She placed her finger to his mouth “Im not seducing you for information, is it so hard to believe that I just want you?” She had him pinned,

“Yes actually, I have never received this kind of attention before, living or not” Everett adjusted his glasses in a polite attempt to distance himself so he could think straight .

[engagedlesbiansblog]

Hello! Can you be so kind as to match me up with a hazbin/helluva character?😁

The name is Nicole/Nick depending on my mood. I am a genderfluid, Omnisexual, and amnipoly. Basically open to anyone!

Zodiac: Libra sun, Pisces moon, Leo ascendant, scorpio Mars and venus

Looks: 5' 4.5" tall, fem presentive, lighter skin, hourglass shape, large tatas, thicc behind, muscled biceps and calves, I take pride in my defined abs, and hate my tiny hands. I have light stretch lines on the tops of my breasts, and darker ones on the insides of my thighs 😏, I have dark blond hair in a 70's shag with lighter blond tips. Dark blue-green eyes that shift with my mood, what clothes I am wearing, the lighting, and my surroundings. I also have glasses but I am getting lasik so I wont need them anymore. I might still wear them without lenses tho.

Likes: homicide (solving cases not causing them, but I am morally gray enough if it came to me living in hell I wouldn't hesitate), science, tech, music (I hate heavy rock), vintage fashion (1800s to 1950's), history, foreign things, learning, reading, dancing and singing, cleaning, playing card or board games, winning, fantasy or real animals, myths/folktales, baking, sweet things, old fashion sports, manners, art (not modern), swimming, my grandmother, the color blue (except light blue), mysteries, pirates, fire, lastly modern comics.

Hate/dislike: the colors orange and brick red, most video games, modern art but it's just painting a red dot and calling it a day, loud random noises, getting stains on fabric, bitter coffee, spicy and sour foods, not knowing things, my mother (most of my family really), not being able to touch the bottom of the the open water that I am in, bad manners, making stupid decisions, losing, being manipulated, bad liars, abusive parents, to many ads on the radio, setting the table wrong, modern sports like basketball and foot ball, drinking/smoking around children, bad grammar, tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squash, red potatoes, cheddar cheese, pepper jack cheese, pumpkin

Personality: basic bitch, overly sensitive on the inside but cover it with harsh remarks cue kicked puppy feelers, will stab someone on a bad day (might do it if overly bored), easily excitable, mom friend, morning person and a night owl, hand me a child that is under the age of 6 and it is mine and I will be it's new mother, horse girl,

Flaws: high functioning autistic, abusive mom, father whom I have never met, dyslexia, OCD, ADD, ADHD, my trama induced stutter (not that bad but still there), second guessing myself, seperation and normal anxiety, pettiness, anger issues, people call me a basic white girl all the time, hypersexual*, asthma (only affects continual exercise),

* if my partner dislikes sex than I respect it and there space

Ex. If a cat was a human that would be me, I love staring jugementaly at people, I also know some French, Latin, Elizabethan English, I can read Spanish, and enjoy laying in the sun wherever that my be.

If you cant do this it fine!😘👑

Let me start off by saying this . . . .

I'm stuck between Sir Pentious and Alastor. Sir Pentious came to mind when you spoke of the 1800s part and Alastor when you said the early 1900s but another one I'm stuck on is Husk. I can see you with these three mainly do to the fact of you have a little bit of everything. But I mainly see you being a protective bestie too Alastor.... So I really can see you with Sir Pentious.

With Sir Pentious I can only think he would love your curvy figure if anything he would worship it. He comes from the late 1800s and is very gentlemanly when it comes to the one he is "courting" as he would put it.

Same with Alastor. He is more so gentlemanly all around. But I can see y'all being the best of friends if anything so mainly it'll be Sir Pentious.

The way you met Sir Pentious is when you were hanging with Alastor. Pentious trying to start a war with Alastor and you not liking the fact that your besties time is being taken by this snake of a man

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You: "um excuse me can you not bother us I'm tryin to have a conversation"

Sir Pentious: "Little missy don't bud into overlord business"

You: "excuse me first of all don't just assume my gender I will peg your ass so hard you'll think your a woman. Second of all you aren't even an overlord... You're a wannabe."

Sir Pentious: "I will murder you"

You:

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Now how y'all started to actually be friends was when y'all ran into each other at a shabby bar. You being mad that you couldn't get a proper buzz from the Alcohol. Then in came Sir Pentious and your just like

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Sir Pentious: "well look who we have here the pinstripe freaks friend"

You: "hey that's my bestie your talking about. This alcohol is not working so I suggest you get your tail untwisted before I absolutely eradicate it."

Sir Pentious: "well of course not this bar sucks"

You: "then why are you here?"

Sir Pentious: "I was here to meet someone but I think I found someone more interesting"

You:

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Now how y'all dated was completely different. He saw you out with someone else and got jealous like really jealous. And you weren't even dating this person. *Que flash back*

Sir Pentious: "Nicole/Nick, who's this?"

You: "This is a friend of mine Loona"

Sir Pentious: "Well nice to meet you Loona"

You: "Well what are you doing here"

Sir Pentious: "I was ya know starting turf wars and all but I saw you and thought you were on a date."

You: "oh and if I was?"

Sir Pentious: "well I would've had to stop it."

You: "Don't tell me you're jealous"

You absolutely said this with an evil smirk. You did an uno reverse on his ass and left him shocked.

"I wouldn't mind courting you" he said blushing.

"and I wouldn't mind being courted"

Again left him absolutely speechless.

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So after that y'all started to hangout a lot more flirted as the courting started. I can't stress enough He Is A GENTLEMAN. GENTLEMAN in all caps. He holds the door for you, takes you out, treats you like the queen/king you are and respect's you all the way ✨😩 (I'm kinda jealous now). And Y'all have phone convos. I'm sure you taught him how to use it. Like Instagram.

Sir Pentious: Hello, My queen 👑, just checking on you.

You: awe honey, I'm fine just out with Angel and Cherry Bomb.

Sir Pentious:

You:

(I'll do the Hazbin in a little bit)

[myanimestories]

Erwin x Reader

Your name ran through Erwins head over and over again. All he could think about was you, everything about you was so perfect to him. "I really need to get some sleep but I can't help but think about y/n. y/n is everything, I just want y/n to be mine but I cant let my feelings get in the way of anything." he said to himself. All Erwin wanted to do was try to hide how he truly felt about you but he was just so in love with you he just couldn't help but think maybe you would be his.

"AHH come on brain just stop please!! Let me go to bed! It's never gonna happen!" you said. Your brain was filled with thoughts of Erwin and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't get rid of them. "You know what! No I'm going to make Erwin want me, he's gonna want me so badly it'll kill him if he doesn't get with me soon!" You knew that Erwin just had to be yours.

*Next Day*

You were so exhausted since you couldn't sleep that well last night, all you thought about was Erwin, his blond hair and his bright blue eyes that you could get lost in. He was so handsome and brave, he was a wonderful leader with a kind heart and full of bravery it made you fall more in love with him.

You got lost in your thoughts until you heard someones voice talking to you "Today you will be with me." You looked to see Erwin talking to you. "YES SIR!" You quickly said. You hoped he didn't notice how red your face was. "Aw look at you! You're gonna be with Erwin ALL day long, just the two of you." Your best friend said with a smirk. You had wondered why Erwin chose you out of everyone else.

*Earlier that day*

"Aw, still thinking about y/n?" Hange teased. "Yeah, maybe a little bit. I just don't know what to do. I want to talk to y/n but I also want to keep in professional." Erwin explained. "Well if I was you, just tell y/n to stay by you, y/n is new so nobody would suspect anything." Levi said. "Oh wow that's a great idea!" Hange told him.

*End scene*

It was just the two of you all alone. "It's okay, I'm finally alone with him so now's my chance to talk to him." you thought to yourself. "Is everything okay?" he asked you. "Yes sir! Thank you for asking, what about you?" You said and then immediately regretted saying something so stupid like that. Then he laughed, Erwin laughed and it was the most wonderful thing you have ever heard. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, never in a million years you y/n out of all people would make this wonderful man laugh.

"You're adorable y/n." Erwin said smiling at you. "Oh thanks, you can call me (nickname) if you want." you told him. Your face was so red you could feel yourself heating up. "Okay n/n, what a cute nickname." Erwin smirk. Then it all clicked, he purposely did this just to have some alone time with you. Now it was time to flirt like a boss. "You know what else is cute Commander Erwin?" You said very flirty "Hm not sure." Erwin said trying his best not to break, all he wanted to do was grabbed you and kiss as much as he could.

"I think you're pretty cute, more like handsome and gorgeous." you said. Thank goodness no one was around to listen to you love birds flirt with one another. "I know I shouldn't do this and it's completely unprofessional but I can't help myself anymore." Erwin said looking into your eyes as you got lost in those wonderful blue eyes you wanted to loose yourself in for so long. "Erwin." you said trying to say something, anything really. You struggled to find the right words until Erwin smashed his lips on yours and the suddenly you weren't struggling anymore.

It took a second to process but then you accepted his kiss and leaned into the kiss more. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cup your face with his warm hands that you always known would be soft and gentle. He slowly and gently rubbed his thumb on your face as you guys kissed more this time letting your tongues feel each other. You wanted Erwin so badly and he wanted you just as much.

You both finally pulled away after what felt like forever but you wouldn't change anything because now you both knew you belonged to each other. "y/n." Erwin said cupping your face "You're so beautiful, and I promise I will tell you that everyday." You were so happy, this is finally happening. "Erwin." You said as tears spilled from your eyes. "Hey y/n, it's okay. Don't cry." Erwin said wiping away your tears. He leaned his forehead on yours and said "y/n, I love you. I want you to be mine and I promise I will give my everything to protect you." He lifted up your hand to kiss your knuckle.

"Erwin, I love you too and I wanna be yours and no one else." You told him as you pulled him into hug. You both hugged each other like at any moment one of you would be taken away from each other. Then you both looked up to make eye contact and both leaned in for another kiss, but this time it was gentle and slow. That is when you both realized as long as you had each other no matter what happens everything would be okay.

[blackwolfqueenzz]

My Daughter

🌻Park and Work🌻

🌻

"Come Daddy Let's go" Eboni jumped excitedly as she waited for her father.

Toshi grabbed her hand as they made their way to the park. Parents watched their children laugh and scream as they chase each other around the playground. Toshi chuckled and walked towards the bench and sat down. He watched his daughter rush towards to the playground as he pulled a little red book to read from his baggy trench coat.

"Hi my name is Eboni what's your name, Do you want to be friends?" She smiled to the group of girls.

"Ew...... Why would I want to be friends with you?" a blonde ponytail girl crossed her arms.

"Why does you're hair look like that?" Blue Ponytail tugged on the Eboni's hair.

"Hey you cant touch my hair without permission" she waved.

"Huh......Why is that" said the Blue haired girl.

"Because my Daddy said my hair is my Crown and NEVER let anyone touch my crown unless it's my Daddy or my Uncle Caterpillar or my Grandpa Torino or Auntie Y/n" she stomped.

"Whatever" the blonde haired girl rolled her eyes as the girls decided to leave.

"Bye..."Eboni whispered. She walked to the swings.

Toshi looked up from his book to see his daughter on the swings, pouting. He was about to walk to Eboni until his phone rang.

"Hello Mr. Yagi this is principal Nezu Please forgive me for calling you on you're day off"

"No no it's alright Principal what's you need?"

"I'm having a meeting with other teachers about the Festival and I would like you to participate"

"Um sir I have my daughter with me right now"

"That's no problem Mr. Aizawa teaching Class 1A and can watch over her"

"Alright then we'll be on our way" Toshi ended the call and walk to Eboni and said

"Hey princess why do you look lik- why do you looks so down.........what happened to your hair?"

"Some of the girls were meanie and they pulled my hair but it's ok daddy" she smiled sadly.

Toshi sighed, picked her up and walked over to a secluded side of the park. Steam from his body begun to show changed into very large man known as All Might.

"Young Eboni Do you what I taught you?"

"Yes Daddy..... You said "Beauty begins the moment you decide to yourself and I BELIEVE IN MY MYSELF!!"

"That's my girl Haha...... Well princess looks like your father has to go to a meeting a s you'll be staying with uncle Awaiza as he teaches his class" his famous permanent smile widened.

"Yay..... I'm going to see Mr. Caterpillar" she smiled.

"Alright hold tight" He stretched his legs as he held his little girl while he launch themselves in the air.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I say, WHO.IS READY. FOR. THE. CHAOSSSS?!?!?!?!?

Jokes apart, enjoy this piece :D

"Why is that guy wanting to talk to us on the first place?" Midorira asked in worry as Mirio glared at his front as well as Aizawa. The three of them walking on one of the many halls of Tartarus.

The blonde had a sick feeling on his stomach at even remembering the name of the villain they fought months ago. What he had done to Eri was unforgivable, he wasn't even mad about his quirk really, all his rage about Chisaki was only because of the torture he put that little girl through and because he was the main responsible for Sir's death.

"The guards around here said it was a emergency as far as I know of." Aizawa muttered under his breath before he stopped to talk with one of the guards as the two teenagers stayed behind him.

"Togata, why do you think he called us here for?" The green haired boy whispered as Mirio put on a thoughtful face.

"I have no idea. Good things coming from that guy is certainly not." He muttered before he say the worry spread on Izuku's face before he smiled "But he cant cause harm to anyone right now! He is behind those cells, right? No worries."

They walked a bit more before the guard stopped to put his digital for them to enter. Telling them they had 10 minutes before he left. Aizawa entered first as the two students trailed behind with a sick feeling.

There it was the man. The ex young leader of the ruined Shie Hassaikai... but he was by far most diferent them they remembered...

The man was absolutely ragged. His amber eyes seemed empty and numb, as if only his body remained here on Earth, not his soul... he had a faint but visible stubble that grew on his chin and jaw as he rested metal arms over his knees while sitting on his bed of his cell.. not even looking up despite the sound of people entering there.

"What... what happened to his arms?" Midoriya whispered in horror, but before Aizawa could open his mouth Chisaki sighed... loudly.

"Don't waste your breath now Eraserhead. Let myself explain my own misery." He waved his metal hand towards Midoriya, still not looking up at the three, prefering go remain his gaze at the ground. "When you brats destroyed my plan and I was taken away, Shigaraku and the league of the villains appeared and decided to cut my arms, for story short."

At the mention of the blue haired villain, Midoriya widened his eyes and shivered... not expecting that shigaraki would make something like that, even if Overhaul deserved it or not.

"Enough of talk." Aizawa snarled, keeping in front of midoriya (like a father ^^) "You demanded our presence you bastard. Now tell us."

"Trust me. I wouldn't call you heroes if I had a choice.. Despite one of you not being quite sick anymore, isn't that right?" He looked up, but still no change of the dead expression he had on his face at the blond "Lemillion?"

"Why you-" Midoriya felt a arm stop him. Mirio looking at him with a smile telling him it wasn't worth it.

"Just spill it out." Aizawa said nonchantly before yawned "You interrupted our schedule so I at least hope it's worth it for something." He snarled as Kai only blinked.

"Right." He sighed, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall "I know you three have all the reasons to despise me, despite me only trying to cure this hero sickness."

"You hurt a young girl for that!" Mirio shouted as Kai only arched an eyebrow.

"Anyway... Despite what I look like, cruel, unforgiving, a monster, whatever you call... I already loved someone."

The pro hero raised his eyebrows in false shook as Mirio and Midoriya stayed quite in shock. Not quite believing that such a man as Chisaki was even able to do that.

"How romantic." Aizawa muttered, rage taking over him as Kai merely sighed, taking on his metal hand a hidden collar with a ring ont it.

"Before you judge me. It was way before you imagine it... Before Eri even existed." He sighed, looking at the ring with an amount of pain that left all the men in the room suspicious.

"I met her when we were still kids. She was everything that I am could never be... Kind, generous, calm... not sick. With her being quirkless, I was the main one to protect her from this sick world... even from type of people like you." He glared at the three, making Midoriya yelp even.

"One hero when we were teenagers almost killed her from a villain attack. I had to enter that crashing building and use my own quirk... when we got out, the damn hero just snarled at her, telling how stupid a quirkless brat was to even frequent a school... she cried for hours on my shoulder. That day... she gave up on her dream of being a hero, which despite how disgusting that man was, I thanked that she wasn't going to become sick."

Midoriya felt a tinge of nostalgia of only hearing about that part. A quirkless person that wanted to be a hero... just like him was. Not every person was lucky enough to be the next succesor of the All might himself...

"... due to her affiliations with me and her absence of quirk, she suffered so... so much." His tone of voice quivered a bit "And would you believe that once I was given orders to kill her?"

The pregnant silence of the room leaves even the heroes with a unknow some sort of pity for the man.

"But due to how much I loved her, the main leader of the Hassaikai at that time... helped out a bit. Getting rid of her attacker and letting her get on the house for as long as she needed... yet, due to how pure and kind she is, couldn't hurt a fly. A bad place for her was the mafia, yet... she stayed."

He sighed deeply, making a pleading yet infuriated look at the three of them. Scaring the two young boys as Aizawa remained with the same dead look as before.

"Shigaraki. He took her dammit. While you good for nothings were arresting me, (Y/n) was with the old man that the hospital took aND HIS SUBBORDINATES TOOK THE ONLY PERSON THAT MATTERED TO ME!" He punched the wall behind him with so much force with his prothestic arm that made a quite loud noise.

The room went quietly as Midoriya furrowed his eyebrows and Mirio widened hsi eyes that Chisaki was actually in true pain, noticing also the drops of water splashing on the ground.

This guy was capable of feeling?!

"You heroes ruin EVERYTHING." He whispered shouted before frowning and looking at the three "I told this, because SHE isn't involved on this mess. She has nothing to do with the quirk erasing bullets or even Eri, hell I didn't let these two meet for the first place!" He stood up and came face to face behind his cell to look better at them.

"If you truly are heroes, if you sick disgusting people tell you do the good thing. THEN SAVE HER GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" he shouted between tears as the heroes frowned "please... I wouldn't be here begging if it wasn't for... a person so much important as her."

Would they help him even after everything he had done...?

[sephirothisaslut]

Imaginary Friend

Sephiroth was never a normal child.

In fact, you could say he never was a child.

He was never allowed to be a child. 

Hojo made him to be the perfect son. The perfect puppet. The perfect soldier. The perfect General. Ever flawless, never faltering.

So it came as a surprise when he’s developed an imaginary friend. To say Hojo was perplexed was an understatement. He was livid. Sephiroth had not been exposed to any form of fictional works, nor the concept of an imaginary friend (or what a friend even is).

The mad scientist purged his employees. All nurses, doctors, assistants, and even janitorial and guard staff were interrogated. It wont do for a God to have something as childish as an imaginary friend. He fired those that have shown any unnecessary kindness to Sephiroth, and ‘fired’ those that have records of actively trying to treat him like a normal child. (As if a God would need to be treated like a lowly common child)

It all started with a question.

“Doctor, is he the new guard?” Sephiroth asked from behind Hojo.

Hojo had vaguely remember asking for additional security. With Lucrecia’s previous fling nearly killing him, and Gast’s near successful defection, he thought it was necessary. However when he turned to look, he could see no one.

“Boy, are you trying to purposefully fool me?” Hojo said with malignant eyes. His icy tone alone made Sephiroth writhe in panic. 

Sephiroth started to hyperventilate. What had he done wrong? Was he not supposed to ask questions? He wasn’t trying to fool Hojo. Then why.

Hojo slowly approached. A large glowing syringe in one hand. The other, tightening the bands holding Sephiroth down on the cold, steel table.

“Do not” Hojo stabbed the syringe into Sephiroth, purposefully hurting the boy, “do that” he began injecting the liquid, making Sephiroth thrash in pain “ever again”

Sephiroth started screaming. Whatever the good doctor had done to him hurt. Everything Hojo did to him always hurt. But this hurt much more so. His limbs tries to thrash, but the straps that held him were built for not so human patients. Every cell in his body cried and called out. He could feel tears starting to form. He tried clenching his eyes shut, preventing the tears from fully forming (preventing him from showing weakness). But it wasn't long until a second, more powerful wave of pain and hurt consumed him.

Sephiroth’s eyes darted around. trying to anchor himself on consciousness. He looked around, once more spotting the man. For some reason Hojo can’t see him. He tried focusing in the man. Trying to distract himself from the burning sensation coming from his blood.

Then he blacked out. 

The next time he woke up, he was back in his room. Sephiroth knew ‘cell’ was more accurate than ‘room’. One of the former caretakers he had when he was younger described their child’s room. It all sounded unnecessary. The frilly curtains, and bright colors. The toys that serve no purpose but to entertain. It all seemed useless. It all sounded foreign. it all sounded incredible.

He wanted to be normal. He wanted to be unnecessary. He wanted to just be. But Hojo told him not to. 

He sat up, breaking away from his dark thoughts. Then he noticed the same man in the corner of his room. Just leaning casually, hands crossed, observing Sephiroth.

Sephiroth is smart. He knew that the reason today’s test had hurt so much was because he mentioned the man to Hojo. And for some reason, Hojo cant see the man. He also knew that his room is bugged. A camera in the corner. Constantly watching Sephiroth. Collecting data of his behavior to be studied like a corpse laid out for dissection. So he opted to go to the desk, and pretended to take notes on a Tactics book. Making his movements obvious. Leaning to one side to clearly show what he’s writing to the man, but hiding it from the camera.

‘Why can’t Hojo see you?’ He writes. His plan wasn’t well thought. Sure, the camera’s can’t see what he’s doing, but it doesn't guarantee the man will read what he’s writing.

“Because I’m not really here”

Sephiroth blinked, stunned. It worked.

‘What do you mean?’

“My physical body...It’s not really here”

‘Where is it?’

“I don’t know”

This man is an enigma. He can hear the man behind him. If the man can be seen by the cameras, then guards would have swarmed in to apprehend him already.

‘What are you’ Sephiroth scrawls. Is he the ‘ghosts’ that he’s heard some of the technicians talk about?

“I’m no one”

Sephiroth huffs. He’s even more curious now. ‘You’re not no one. I can see you’

“How sure are you? I’m sure you’ve noticed, you’re the only one that can see me”

Sephiroth pauses. He’s read about hallucinations before. But they only occur in times of extreme stress. And the first time he’s seen the man, it was before the testing not during. And right now, he’s in a space he feels most comfortable in. He shakes his head, resolving to drop the subject.

‘What’s your name?’ 

“Cloud...Call me Cloud” The man, Cloud, decides. He moves to lean beside Sephiroth’s desk, putting himself in clear view of the child.

Sephiroth discreetly looked up at the man. Cloud’s most notable appearance is his ridiculous blond hair. Spiking around as if defying gravity. That was before Sephiroth noticed his eyes, It was blue, glowing, and it was slited. 

Just like me

“Kid, it’s rude to stare” Cloud snorted.

‘Sorry’

“You should rest. I saw what Hojo did. And he’s preparing a new batch tomorrow” Cloud gently instructed the child.

Sephiroth, finally realizing his own fatigue, nodded. And promptly carried himself to bed. He can figure the man out another time.

The next day, Sephiroth woke to the man sitting at his bedside. Looking down as if lost in thought. Sephiroth only nudged his foot discreetly to tell the man to move out of the way.

“Oh you’re awake” Cloud moved out of the way.

Sephiroth sat up, and checked the clock. 5:00 am, it read. He had enough time to prepare for Hojo’s next test.

He stood up and slowly peeled his clothes off.

Cloud cleared his throat, “What’re you doing?”

Sephiroth only turned to him and mouthed ‘Hojo’.

“Ah”

It wasn’t long after Sephiroth had completely dressed in his gown, that Hojo himself came busting into his room.

“Get dressed, we’re taking another-” The mad man paused. “I see you’ve already prepared”

“Yes, doctor” Sephiroth replied meekly.

“And how do you possibly know about today’s test. I haven’t informed you, nor my staff.” Hojo narrowed his eyes.

Sephiroth’s body stiffened. It was the man that had told him. How does the man know? What does he tell Hojo?

“Tell him the truth” Cloud said from beside him.

Sephiroth only briefly glanced at him in shock.

“Do not test me boy.” Hojo snapped.

In the heat of his panic, Sephiroth blurted out the first answer he could formulate.

“It was Cloud sir”

“Cloud? Don’t lie to me, there are no staff here called Cloud” 

“Tell him I’m your imaginary friend.” Cloud suggested.

Sephiroth only glanced at him, this time thinking ‘Are you crazy?’

“Well?!” Hojo’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“He’s my...imaginary friend...sir” Sephiroth’s voice flatered at the end. it all sounds so wrong. But it’s the best he’s got.

The doctor said nothing. Only narrowing his eyes, then sharply turning away. Gesturing for the boy to follow him.

That day, the battery of tests made Sephiroth hurt so much, he was incapacitated for a full week.

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 “You Ok?” Cloud asked, running his hand through the now teenage Sephiroth.

They continued their entire spiel of discreetly communicating. After what Hojo did to Sephiroth that day, they’ve decided to show little sign of Cloud’s existence. 

However, there have been a few slip ups in the past years. Just like what happened that day, Cloud had informed Sephiroth of a scheduled test that Hojo hadn’t told anyone about. Sephiroth soon found himself in the mercy of a mutated Zolom soon after. Then when Sephiroth was writhing in pain on another metal table, he had accidentally called Cloud’s name. Begging for help. Hojo merely increased the dosage.

But after trial and error, they’ve managed to find out a system. It also helped that Cloud knew Morse code, and taught Sephiroth. This way, Sephiroth can communicate in taps, or blinking. Of course, it helped that the staff didn’t know Sephiroth knew Morse code, or even can understand it at all. (They’re scientists, not soilders)

‘Yes’ Sephiroth tapped.

“Good” Cloud sighed, then paused. He looked up at the ceiling, looking troubled.

‘Are you dying?’

He gazed up at Cloud. In all the years that his Imaginary friend has been with him, Cloud has never aged. Never changed. Of course, he’s never had any other imaginary friend, nor had he met anybody who had one. But it is to his understanding that they usually disappear after a certain age. And yet here Cloud is. The only constant in Sephiroth’s life aside from Hojo and the pain he brings.

However he’s noticed Cloud has been disappearing more frequently now. Sometimes fading, or growing transparent.

“So you’ve noticed” Cloud said sadly. He wasn’t dying per se. More like flickering. Disappearing. Dissolving. Leaving Sephiroth to fend Hojo on his own.

‘Don’t go’ Sephiroth tapped lightly. Afraid of what might happen. Cloud told him many things. From what it felt like to ride a chocobo, to how a motorcycle engine works, to the true nature of his birth. He told him about Lucrecia and a Turk named Vincent Valentine. How Hojo back stabbed them. How he killed Professor Gast (Sephiroth liked Professor Gast, he thought he’d merely been moved to another lab), and about Jenova. About what she really is. Sephiroth trusted Cloud, and believed everything he said

At first Sephiroth thought himself a monster. But after Cloud’s constant reassurances, he’d slowly accepted that he’s as human as anybody else.

“Sephiroth, I can’t stay for much longer” Cloud whispered, “Hojo’s gonna present you to the president soon. And I can’t follow you to Midgar”

‘What’ Sephiroth clenched his fist after asking.

“I can’t.” Cloud sounded pained, “I-...”

They stayed in silence. Inside Sephiroth’s room, full of grey steel. The quiet as thick as blood.

“It’s tonight” Cloud finally said.

“Please don’t leave me” Sephiroth whispered. The cameras be damned. He can’t. His friend is leaving him and-

“Sephiroth” Cloud gently apologized. “Remember everything that I’ve taught you, yeah?”

“...Please don’t. Stay. Please”

Cloud sighed, “I’ll stay as long as I can”

That night, Sephiroth cried. Unhibited, uncaring of the repercussions. Uncaring of what Hojo might do if he saw the tapes. All so he can mourn his friend properly.

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The Wutai war was finally finished. The streets of Midgar was filled with SOLDIERS and Infantrymen reuniting with their families, friends, and loved ones. The streets of Loveless avenue was full of hugging, kissing, and over all joy. It was practically a holiday. A festival.

Genesis had left with Angeal on a trip to a showing of Loveless. Leaving Sephiroth alone for his  homecoming. His friends asked him to join, but he politely declined. He’d much rather stay home than be carted around as a third wheel on their date.

So here he is, The Hero of Wutai. Alone on a joyous evening. He looked down on the streets. Quietly observing the goings on. He once wished for someone to return to. But the only person he’s ever remotely had was long gone.

He’s not even sure he existed.

Just then, his PHS started ringing.

“General sir?” An uncertain voice from the other side asked. It must have been the guards stationed in the lobby.

“Speak” Sephiroth only answered. Mildly annoyed.

“S-Sir, there’s a visitor for you.”

Sephiroth stayed silent. It’s most likely someone from his ridiculous fan club.

“Sir?”

“Where are they from” Sephiroth said coldly. He is not in the mood for dealing with crazed civilians tonight.

“Says h-he’s from Science sir!” The man answered sharply.

“Identification” Sephiroth asked. The only thing worse than a rabid fan, is one of Hojo’s men. 

He can hear the phone being passed to, presumably, the visitor. He had expected an update on a checkup, however the voice on the other end made Sephiroth stiffen.

“Sephiroth...It’s Cloud”

[angelhasfallen94]

moonlight comfort

warning: shity writing, English isn't my first language if I wave any grammar mistakes please let me know :)

summary: The story follow a young man who has been wronged his entire teenage years. however when he gets his “perfect life” he cant help the feeling that something is missing. the story explores the idea of a prefect life and if society's norms are really all that they are made to believe.

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chapter 1-

Everybody wants a fairytale story right well my life was more like a tragedy written by Shakespeare.

Now don’t you get me wrong my life weren’t always bad I had a grate childhood but when it was time for me to grow up it all seemed to go wrong. 

My mum died after car accident when I was 13 because of some drunk driver that didn’t see her and he crashed into her car when she was on her way to my graduation ceremony.

My dad couldn’t deal with the fact that his wife and love of his life died and he decided to drink himself to death/

Funny how tables have turned when he hit another car and killed both of the young teenager going home after babysitting and also himself.

I can still remember the way he screamed and yelled at the same drunk driver that killed my mum. 

After he died, I want to university where things looked a bit more promising, I mat a girl.

And her name was Lilly she was absolutely perfect she had straight blonde hair that reached just under her shoulders and her eyes were a pretty light blue color.

She was smart and funny she was just what I needed, she was perfect there was no other way for me to describe her. 

And for the first time since my mum died, I felt happy.

A few years later we got married in a church in London that followed up with a party at the beach.

It was just how I imagined it, well not exactly how imagined it I always wanted to get marry in the woods surrounded by trees and little animals like squirrels with that strong forest smell I always loved.

But Lilly didn’t liked my ideas she said that the woods are creepy and gross and filled with bugs.

And that if I wanted to marry her it has to be on the beach at sunset just like her mother and grandmother. 

And we got married next to the beach just like her mother and grandmother and don’t get me wrong it was beautiful but I couldn’t help but think if I made the right decision by marring her.

Some days I would ponder whether I made a good decision by marring her but every time those thoughts come.

I would try to get my mind off of it some days it would work and other days I just couldn’t fight it. 

And it's not like I had a list of reasons why I shouldn’t have married her, she was perfect.

Everything with her was perfect and our marriage seemed unreal we never fought barley argued or disagreed with each other.

So I've let go of those thoughts and doubts and continued with my life.

With Lilly's help I got a job that was going to let me provide a luxuriance lifestyle for my wife and future children.

Me and Lilly planned on having kids after celebrating our 8 years of as being together and 2 years of being married to each other.

Life with Lilly was pretty much perfect maybe a little too perfect.

Every day I would wake up next to her in our king size bed in our big house.

And while she would stay in bed since she didn’t work because there was no need for her to get a job since mine covered everything for the both of us. 

So ill get up before her and go to the bathroom and get ready for my job.

After getting ready and eating breakfast with her I would go to work of course not before I would give Lilly her morning kiss.

That she demands of me every morning because "it’s a form of the love and affection I deserve as your wife".

Then I would drive to work in my range rover.

On my way I would listen to music and envy of the people how got to produce music those moments were my favorite just me and the music even if I wasn’t the one producing it.

It still was truly my favorite, what happens next is something I wish I didn’t need to do 'god I hate my job' I thought.

Ring…ring…ring…

'oh great, why the hell does he needs to call so early' I thought.

"Hey tom how are you?" I asked him.

"Listen buddy I need you to go to Amsterdam for a few days" he said to me in an annoyed voice/

'Why is he the one annoyed he's the one that called me at 8:00 am'

"Not trying to be rude sir but why aren't you going there yourself?" I asked in the politest voice I could manage.

"I have to stay here for other businesses you're going its not a question! Goodbye buddy I'll see you in the office and we'll discuss it when you get here." 

And with that he hangs up the phone.

'Lilly isn’t going to be happy with this…'  

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let me know what you think of my story and if you'd like another chapter. :)

please don't repost my story with out my permission            

[creepy-bi-day]

ouu my first math up thing here we go bois fingers crossed its mike Wazowski. I'm 5"5 1/2, white, dirty blonde hair (it glows like honey in the sun with red n whites n browns n shit its lit), blue hazel eyes. Im thicc af lmfaoo. i obvs have severe anger issues, as well as ADHD/ADD and get over stimulated easily. I have hearing problems and shitty eyesight. im the gremlin friend i steal shinies. i love video games amd guns. also knives. i rlly rlly love animals. im a huge ass brat too. nsfw 2 pls

Hello my child. This is the reason I asked you about this earlier.

I ship you with

Jeff the Killer!

SFW

C u d d l e

Only in private though, cant have him looking soft in front of people

He steals your glasses, and tries to wear them

Usually ends up bumping into things

Like a lot

Bonds over the anger issues, and is low key a bad influence

Helps you go after and prank the people that piss you off

Will steal shinies for you

Brings you like, pretty bottles he finds and is just so proud at you

Just uh

Please make him a pretty like show off space

Please display his gifts, he takes pride in them

Has 100000% brought you jewelry off of a dead body.

He loves your thickness

Makes it easier to cuddle

NSFW

Subby, you’re a brat

Jeff likes brats

Means that they give him a reason to scream and cry under him while he makes you submit

Knife play? Knife play.

Drag his knife along your skin while he holds you down by your neck

Pull his hair while hes fucking you please.

He doesnt sub. Ever.

Loves to shove your face down in his bed while he fucks you senseless

Call him Sir. Please

He’ll reward you with the breathless, softest groan you’ve ever heard

Not soft unless you ask him to be, even then he probs loses control and destroys you.

Overall? Crispy boi has a pass this time.

[pinkykitten]

Forest pt. 1

 Castlevania 

Alucard Tepes x female! reader

Warning: cursing, violence, gore, mentions of blood

Specifics: chapter fic, romance, angst, fluff, not requested, action, adventure, race neutral reader, human reader

People: alucard tepes, monster thingy from the show

Words: 3,338

Summary: Since Alucard lives in the forest now in Dracula’s castle he meets the reader in the forest and in that moment he starts to have a liking towards her and is very bashful, blushy and romantic towards her and she is a goofball and is very silly and lighthearted. From the moment that they met all Alucard wants to do is protect the reader no matter what is takes. 

Authors Note: god alucard is so sexy and so beautiful like god dang! lol sorry im a bit of a horny nerd. anywho its rlly late where im at andddddd i cant go to sleep cuz i slept the whole day so ayyyee. anywho i was inspired idk where but i was inspired to write this bc i think alucard deserves love and someone who adores him like i do. i loved writing this tho and rlly want to write for castlevania more but this is going to be chapters idk how many yet lets just see where the wind takes us i hate planning anyways. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS THO I AINT EVEN MAD ABOUT IT!!!!! LIKE YASSSSSSSSSS

“Alright so its been almost a month and I haven’t died. That must mean I’m doing something right.” You used a piece of wood you made into a cane to help you get up the steep hills. You were voyaging alone in the forest. You had a family that were settled more outside the town that you lived near. You were a large family and your siblings came down with a sickness. You were determined to find a cure and determined to find medicine for them. As scary as it may have seemed you needed to put on a brave face for the dangers that lay out ahead. You knew those monsters walked around and as much as that terrified you, your siblings came first. At a young age, adventure excited you and you always wanted to prove to yourself and family that you were more than capable of doing things alone. 

You saw a river down below. The water rushing past rocks made you relaxed and with a glint in your eyes you smiled. “Aha!” You looked left and right, seeing if anyone was present. “Alone with just the woods and me. I knew mother was wrong. I can very much so take care of myself.” You threw your satchel on the floor alongside with your clothes. “I smell like a pig.” You chuckled at your joke. The cool, clear water was down below as you ran to it, looking forward to the coldness and the feeling of being clean. You jumped in not knowing someone was near. 

You dunked your face laughing. “And there’s fish!” You swam behind a light blue fish. Being at awe when you saw the way the fins shone from the sun. You picked it up skillfully and carefully you set it free. Your body delicately floated. “This is the life.” Birds chirped, the wind blew like a whisper against your cheek. 

But suddenly, the rustle of the trees alarmed you. You heard the snapping of a twig. Your head snapped to the noise. Fear bubbled inside you as you thought of all the possibilities. What if it was a bear? What if it were those monsters? Your heart sped fast as you backed out of the river. Your breathing was faster. You needed to get out of here. As you got out your back hit against fur. You quickly turned around as saw a huge demon, monster, you didn’t even know what but you knew it was from Dracula’s army. Its teeth were sharp and its eyes were bright and red. It was your worst nightmare. You erupted a scream as you sprinted around it, climbing the hill to where your satchel laid. 

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m gonna die!” You didn’t care about your nudeness, all that mattered to you was surviving. You tried to go as fast as possible but the creature landed in front of you, stopping you from escaping. It cornered you against a huge boulder and tree. With everything you had you lifted your cane high in the air and hit the monster. It didn’t even flinch. 

“What?” Your eyes widened in horror. The creature picked you up as if you weighed nothing and threw you against a tree. You cried out in pain as your back burned and ached to an extreme level. You then noticed that a tree branch stabbed right through your shoulder. The blood dripped down your arm onto your naked skin. You felt queasy and weak. Thoughts and last words echoed through your mind. The monster was about to devour you but a flash of blonde hair came into your vision and you saw, him.

This young man was nothing you’ve ever seen before. He was stronger than the average person, throwing the monster back and forth. He punched it high in the air and then threw it against the boulder. He was incredible. Full of power. Your eyes were starting to close and your vision grew blurry as the last thing you saw were the fangs that the man displayed. 

“Mother I had this terrible dream!” Your whole body shot up. That was a terrible decision as you winced in pain. “It was not a dream.” You breathed hard as you took in your surroundings. The fire was lit making the room comfortable as you were once shivering from being wet. It looked as if you were in the kitchen of somebody's house. “Hello?” Your throat was dry. You were in a stranger’s house. You were in a stranger’s house! “Oh dear.”  You were put high onto a table. You jumped off but were still too weak. You landed hard on your knees but caught yourself with your arms. Your shoulder pounding in pain. You became dizzy. You heard footsteps nearing. “Who are you?” You tried to stand up again but slipped into the arms of a man. 

“Hold on. You are still not well.” His voice came out almost like a whisper. He picked you up and sat you back on the table. “Also, I’m the man who saved your life.”

“That was you? That was, um, pretty amazing.” You curled into yourself. You were nervous around this man. He intimidated you and made you feel shy. He was very handsome and charming. “You kicked that things as* real good.”

The man chuckled, “thank you.”

You quickly looked at your nightgown. It was too big for you as the sleeves ate your arms and the collar was off the shoulders. Your eyes shot open. You were bashful. “Did you, um, see anything?”

He looked away, “I kinda had to. Sorry. You were naked when I saved you.”

“Great. That’s great,” you inhaled clapping your hands. Suddenly you sensed a throbbing pain on your shoulder and you looked to see a blood stain on the nightgown. “Um excuse me sir. Is that supposed to happen?”

The man looked worried as he laid you back down and pulled the nightgown down enough to see your shoulder. “It does not look good. It seems with that jump you reopened the stitches.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. God, this really hurts.”

He got to work on doing your stitches again as he got his items. “Bite down on this.” He opened his mouth to show the action and you saw his teeth. 

“Agh please don’t eat me! You’re a vampire aren’t you?” You flinched away. 

The man rolled his eyes as he shoved the cloth in your mouth but before he got started on you he said, “You are right. I am a vampire.”

You spat the cloth out, “I knew it. I also would like to know your name as this may be my last moment and I would like to remember who will either save me or take my life. My name is y/n l/n.”

“The names Alucard Tepes and this is going to sting a little.” With that Alucard poured some alcohol on your wounds. (im sorry i dont know how helping ppl w medical stuff works :( 

You shifted and tried pouncing up, fighting the urge to let out a blood curdling scream. But Alucard pushed you down with his hands, shushing you gently. “I know, this hurts.” You could almost sense some love and actual concern in his voice. His brows knitted, “I promise, you are almost finished.” 

You looked deep into Alucard’s eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. This man or vampire looked unreal. He looked made up, something from stories you read as a child, like a prince. You felt something go off within you. Not knowing if it was lust or something else but a fire erupted inside your soul as Alucard’s face inched closer to yours to get to work on your shoulder. His smell was intoxicating. Almost like a musk but yet something floral, fresh, mixed in. Your heart thumped faster at the contact. 

His plump lips quivered as they looked at your state. No way did he want this innocent soul as beautiful as you looked dying on his table. He already had to deal with a lot recently. He didn’t know why or understand but he had this inclination, this feeling, that he needed to keep you alive. He just had to. 

Unable to keep the scream at bay no more you let it out. Your veins protruding from your neck as you became dizzy and once again passed out.

Your eyes opened. Your body was aching. It felt like it went through war. You inhaled as you looked around again, but this time you were hoping things were not a dream as then Alucard would be fake. Remembering his name your head whipped to the side to see Alucard holding a wash cloth stained with blood. He was sound asleep. His head resting against his arm against the table. All the medical stuff was out and about as if he were still working on you. His back was arched at a odd position. 

“He must of fallen asleep while working on me,” you whispered to yourself. His hair sprayed out on his shoulders and table. Without a second thought you touched his hair lightly and you were shocked. It felt like silk upon your fingers! His golden eye lashes kissed his cheek as he snoozed so peacefully. You felt bad leaving him to worry for you and to be sleeping in an uncomfortable place. You felt you weren’t that deserving of such treatment.

You kicked your feet out and hopped off the table. Your feet pattered against the hard floor as you walked to Alucard. You snatched him a blanket you saw nearby and draped it over his tall, lean body. You smiled seeing how elegant and graceful he looked sleeping. 

You yawned, scratching your head as you looked upon the window and noticed it was raining. Surprisingly in this vampire but also a stranger’s house the rain seemed cozy and it made you feel at peace. It was dark in his house. The trees shook from the tiny wind and rain. 

“I must leave but I should thank Alucard for helping me with my wound last night. I probably wouldn’t have last without him.” Your mind wondered back to what happened at the river. Yes, Dracula was gone according to what the towns people said but why was his army still about, his monsters? It didn’t make sense to you. But what did you know? You were just a weak human living in a mysterious world you didn’t want any part of. 

You pulled out a chair and got to writing a thank you letter to Alucard, pulling out a pen, ink and a piece of paper.

“Dear Alucard. No, too direct. How about, to a savior? Too high and mighty.” Finally you had written your letter but it sounded very awkward and you were too much of a p*ssy to give it to Alucard. “Ugh this is hopeless.” You crumpled up the paper, throwing it on the floor by the garbage. 

You thought and thought and thought until an idea popped in your mind. “I know,” you snapped. “I’ll make him breakfast. My mother always says a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” You crossed your fingers, “lets just hope this man likes human food instead of hearts and blood.” You gulped. 

You rolled your sleeves up, washed your hands and brought out the pots and pans and butter. “I’m going to make toast, eggs, bacon, beans and mushrooms.”

You spiced up the food and placed them in a skillet. The sizzle satisfying your ears. The sun started to peak through the clouds as the aroma wafted through the house. You grinned, loving to cook and make a person happy with your hard work. “I hope he likes this.” You were almost finished when Alucard coughed behind you. 

You jumped, being in the zone. “Oh hi there,” you waved awkwardly. “My apologies if I woke you.”

“Uh, no I woke myself up,” his rough voice made your knees weak as it was still laced with sleep. He stretched, cracking some knuckles, yawning as well. “What I would like to know is what are you doing?”

“Well,” you started setting up the table cutely. “I wanted to say thanks for helping me back there. I was kind of a p*ssy to be honest and like a wuss so this is just a little thanks for all the help.”

Alucard didn’t know what to say so instead he just smiled. 

“Please, sit, sit, sit,” you pointed to the seats. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

Alucard awkwardly sat. Not ever having this type of service. He looked at you as you were preparing the finishing steps of your dish. The sun cascaded around you and you were illuminated like a goddess. You were breathtaking. Alucard blushed madly. You put everything on the table. Seeing Alucard’s expression you laughed, “are you alright?”

Alucard coughed, “yes, thank you for all of this. You really didn’t need to. It all looks beautiful.” He looked at the presentation. 

You took the seat beside Alucard. You could of sat anywhere else but you sat beside him. He almost couldn’t hear what you were about to say in that moment from how hard his heart was beating.  

“No need to thank me. I think we’ve done enough thanking and now its time to dig in.” You patted his hand. 

Alucard just looked at the food and he almost felt tears at his eyes. Nobody ever cared for him like this. 

“Is it okay? If its not to your liking I totally get it. You don’t have to eat it. I don’t even know if you like this stuff. I mean who knows maybe you only eat flowers and here I am serving you bacon and eggs.” You became flustered. 

“No, no, no this is lovely its just,” he choked back a cry. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me, ever.”

You clutched onto his hand and gave him a beautiful smile. “Then that just means you have to eat double. As much and maybe more than what your stomach can hold.” You giggled.

Alucard blushed again as he started to eat quickly. Enjoying every moment of your company and food. “The beans are delicious.”

“Well I’m glad you liked them. Its my mum’s recipe, she always makes them like this.” You then recalled why you came on this journey in the first place. “My satchel!”

“Don’t worry, its safe.”

You raised your brow, “did you take a look?”

Alucard paused, “no, I would never.” He took a bite out of his bread. Chewing on the piece silently. “Maybe just a tiny peek.”

You pouted, “Nosy. I should of locked it.”

“Why do you have all those books in your bag anyways?” Alucard crossed his legs as he took a sip of his coffee. His light orbs staring intently at you. 

Seeing the rain start to become tiny droplets of rain you thought about your family and how you missed them. This was all for them. “My siblings you see are very ill,” your hand shook with anxiety. “My village is very poor and we are limited in resources, especially medicine. We’ve tried everything and nothing seems to work. They just seem to be getting worse. I’ve been researching and trying to find an answer and supposedly, I read that there is a certain flower that only grows in a specific area that may cure the illness. In the books there is a map and that’s why I was led to that river well more like I wanted to take a bath and that’s what led me to the river. But I’ve been on this trail for a while. I’m just, scared because it all depends on me. If I can’t find this flower, if I can’t find a cure and my family dies it will be my fault. I would have killed them.” You didn’t even realize it but you were crying. 

Alucard saw you were distressed and held onto your hand. He comforted you through your anxiety. Your teary eyes looked into his and he gave you a toothy smile, “I’ll help you find it.”

“What?” You rubbed your eyes.

“I know the place you need to go. I can guide you there. Besides the outside world is very dangerous for a beautiful girl such as yourself. I can see that this means a lot to you and I want to help.”

You dropped your fork and got out of your chair. “You mean it? You aren’t joking?”

Alucard chuckled, “I promise I am speaking truth.” Alucard flung his hand out to you. 

You quickly shook on it and shouted with enthusiasm, “deal!” You jumped up and down laughing as you hugged Alucard. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Can we please leave immediately then?”

“We can leave today.”

You danced, “yes. I’ll go change and get my things.” You brought the empty dishes to clean them as Alucard stood up with a smile on his face. 

You were something else, something different. A breath of fresh air in his depressing life. Maybe you were meant to be here. Maybe you were a sign. Either way Alucard thought that these couple of days were to be very exciting. Alucard was about to get ready when a piece of paper in the corner caught his eyes. It was crumbled. “Hmmm, what is this?” He bent down to pick it up and read the words. With just the first word to the letter his smile grew bigger and bigger. 

Alucard coughed as he raised the letter you wrote to him earlier but discarded high in the air, “Dear Alucard, to my savior. I would love for you to know that I am extremely appreciative for what you have done for me in saving my life-”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. That letter was not supposed to be read by him especially. It was embarrassing. You dropped a plate in the sink and felt your whole world collapse. You wanted to crawl in a hole and die. 

“When I first saw you I thought you were a prince-” Alucard kept going until you couldn’t take it any longer. 

You sprinted and tried grabbing the letter out of his hand. “Alucard, give that to me. Now.”

“Oh you want this letter?” Alucard smirked. “You do sound like an obnoxious romantic whore.”

You gasped, “I do not! That was supposed to be my thank you letter and I didn’t like it and you weren’t supposed to read it. So give it back!” You jumped for it but Alucard raised it high in the air. “Alucard, give it to me.”

Alucard’s face came closer to yours as he pinned you against the table. “Why don’t you come and get it?”

You practically climbed him, snatching the letter out of his hand. “Aha!” But Alucard’s footing was off and he and you fell with a thud. 

The birds chirped lightly as Alucard laid under you and you fell on top of him, your arm bracing for the impact. Alucard held in his breath with a red blush as he looked at you so extremely close. You both held that position for what felt like forever. You eyes were wide in horror at the compromising position. 

You quickly stood up and were flustered. Forgetting where everything was. “Um, um, um. I’m going to go put my trip on so we can get ready for the clothes.” You quickly ran away. 

Alucard breathed quickly as he brushed back his long hair whispering the words. “My savior.” He noticed you were in such a panic mode that you forgot about your letter. It was left and Alucard was not going to leave or throw away evidence that someone saw him in such a good light. He loved that letter because it was from you. 

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 Ok guys its finally finished!!

Introducing the last two main families in my anxciet au!

Please meet the princes

The Prince family

( from left to right)

Rebecca Prince

The boys’s Mother, goes by the names Mother, Ma, and Bec-bec

Her and Diana have been married for 7 years at this point, and been together for about 10(they met and started dating on and off since high school until they got back together permanently during college)

Punk mom punk mom punk mom punk mom punk mom-

She raised roman on her own for his first year before remus was born, in which she started dating Diana again more seriously

She majored in nursing and later in  sociology in college before dropping out to take care of her boys and raise them right

Shes currently going back to school for the sociology degree inbetween her current job

She works as nurse and receptionist at a doctors office in town

Shes in her mid forties current time( where roman is 22, remus is 21, and kingley is 14)

Shes a pretty tough love kinda parent, and doesnt mind rough housing with her boys when they get too out of line and rowdy( they all enjoy the playfullness of it)

But compared to Diana she is not the scary when angry parent, and she can actually be pretty lenient with the boys depending on the situation

She also tends to be the one who gives into their requests and in kingley’s case, puppy eyes, though she puts on a tough front when she does

Rebecca is such a softie for her family I just i cant she loves them so much

She makes dad jokes just to annoy and embarrass her sons, but only makes either classic dad jokes or purposely really bad ones

100% supportive of her older boys’s relationships, and loves to tease Roman about Patton all the time

She also enjoys building things, and helped build the play structure and treehouse that are in the backyard.

Shes probably the reason Remus has no filter, as she has little filter herself

Her hair is naturally honey brown but she dyed it recently to make a statement to a shitty coworker so currently her hair is purple blue and pink

Shes usually pretty reserved around anyone thats not her family, so its a bit of a shock when people see her playful and rowdy compared to her reserved, professional front

Remus prince

The middle child at 21 but hey he can (legally) drink!

Wild feral trash man no matter what, but now hes got a switchblade and two brothers hed fucking kill for( though he wont admit it about roman)

Hes dating Logan and shows a slightly softer side to him only, and hes ride or die with his boyfriend

He tried college but it didnt suit him, so he ended up dropping out and instead getting two part time jobs: one as a vet assistant and one as a bartender, both located near his current apartment

Hes been best friends with Ethen for as long as he can remember, they grew up together and he considers Ethen a brother practically, and remus would probably be in a bad place without him and Remus recognizes this

He has a love for theater and acting that he shares with his older brother Roman and was in pretty much every school performance growing up, and even majored in theater for a bit when he was in college

He also writes alot of original short horror stories 

Hes an adrenaline junkie and loves doing reckless things for the fun of it( usually dragging Ethen or Logan along with him)

He doesnt have a youtube channel of his own but he pops up frequently enough on Ethen’s channel when joining him for explorations that Ethen’s subscribers know him well, and love seeing him in videos

Hes only got two filter and their names are Logan and Ethen 

He wants to get a snakes as pets just as much as Ethen but Their apartment has strict rules 

That did not however stop him from bringing home a in rehabilitation small fresh water turtle home from work one day, and its the only exception to the no pets rule because Remus fought tooth and nail over the fact it was part of his JOB DAMMIT HES KEPPING THE TURTLE IT NEEDS CONSTANT CARE--

ahem. anyway the turtles name is Sir snappy and he adores her

He LOVES teasing both his brothers, even if it means getting teased back he can usually take what he dishes out

usually.

He also has a drivers license but does not currently have a car as he is trying to save up to buy a motorcycle 

Kingley “King” Prince

The youngest of the family!! The also the shortest!!

He goes by the nickname “ King” and has for a couple years now

Hes fourteen and hes very upbeat and cheerful!

Hes also one of Andy’s best friends( He isnt crushing on andy dont listen to remus) and theyve been friends since second grade

Did I mention that they have sleepovers as often as they can? Because they try to. Usually King, andy, and Liam are nearly glued to the hips unless they cant be

Hes got a wild imagination and lots of ideas that he loves to share and try to put out as songs, stories, drawings, etc

He has severe ADHD and takes medication to help him narrow his focus more, as well as to keep his energy levels more consistent so he wouldnt be hugely energetic in the morning and dull and falling asleep by noon. But the medication doesnt effect his creativity sometimes it even helps boost it because he can focus better on his ideas instead of getting too many ideas at once to focus on and work on

His hair has blonde highlights in the winter and looks nearly fully blonde in the summer

Hes got his mama’s caramel brown eyes and tanner skin, as apposed to his ma’s more peachy skin and green eyes

This boy loves to wrestle and roughhouse, hes got alot of energy that needs to be ran out by bedtime and what better way then wrestling his older brothers for the tv remote when they visit? Or playing games at the park or in the backyard until the sun goes down 

He also loves to sing and draw, he can usually be caught humming and you can find doodles all over his homework and school assignments

He also got braces when he was 12 and he loves them and always gets new colors for them as often as he can convinces his parents to agree to

Roman Prince

The eldest brother at 22!

He works at the local theater as a theater tech and assistant director and also performs in a good chunk of the plays put on as well

He loves his job, especially when they put on musicals

He has a college degree in directing and one in music composing

Hes known his boyfriend patton since they were kids since their families are really close, 

He also writes his own short plays and stories that are sometimes performed at his work!!

Oh and this boy our boy roman can cook, hes learned all his cooking from his parents and absolutely loves cooking and learning new recipes and experimenting with old recipes! He also brings extra food into work to share with his coworkers and the actors in case someone doesnt have food with them or the money to buy something( as some of the workers there are broke college students or high schools trying to get experience) He and Patton share this hobby and sometimes have playful cooking competitions in their kitchen!!

Hes got a huge dvd collection that fills tree shelves of a bookshelf in their apartment 

He also holds some acting lessons to younger workers at the theater in the case someone is struggling with a role or performace

Roman is also a very smooth motherfucker in the romace department when he wants to be. Hes romantic and pays alot of to little details and goes all out for date nights, whether theyre at home dates or going out dates he tries to make it as perfect to you as possible

Also he speaks spanish and likes to sing to Patton in spanish to swoon him on a bad day

Diana Prince

The boys’s other mother! Goes by Mama, Mum, and baba

Shes in her late thirties early fourties

did I mention theyve been married for years? I did? Good good

Diana is a blunt sweetheart with a bubbly, snappy personallity and a fiery temper

Shes really good with kids and has a degree in child psychology and works as a guidance counselor at the local high school

She also helps out at their neighborhood’s church with events and sometimes helps with services as an organ player

She plays piano and has been since she was young, she can also play the guitar

She absolutely adores her family but watch out if they break a rule or get themselves into trouble she is the stern one and does not let them get out of trouble. Puppy eyes are wasted on her you do the crime you do the time and the extra chores no arguing.

That is not to say that she wont listen and hear her boys out though, its just normally after hearing them out theyre still in the wrong( pray for remus is he ever got arrested for anything cough cough the homecoming incident cough cough)

Shes been friends with Emile since high school and sees his boys almost like her own, and cares for them as such. 

She speaks spanish and told Roman and the others from a young age, but Roman is the only one who kept with it strongly, Remus only uses it when he angry and King is still learning

Shes an amazing cook, on par or even better than Emile( a statement that has been yet to be confirmed)

She is also a confirmed lover of making big meals 

She loves being outdoors and playing with her kids

She also enjoys doing embroidery as a relaxing hobby

And lastly introducing...

The Daniel family!!

(from left to right)

Olivia Daniels

Logan and Liam’s mom! Shes a psychology professor at the local college! 

Shes been going by the name Olivia for about 16 almost 17 years now and shes never been happier!

Olivia is technically their step mother, as she joined the family after Logan and Liam were born, but very early in their lives( Logan was 10 and Liam was three)

shes in her mid thirties

Her and richard have been married for 12 years and are still going strong!!

olivia is more of a gentle soul kinda person, shes peppy and softer spoken and has a very soothing and trusting presence to her. Shes easy to make laugh and loves making people smile

She also enjoys bringing treats to her classes for her overworking students

Shes not much of a cook but she does try dammit

Looks super sweet but shes a force to be reckoned with if you fuck with her children let me tell you

She wouldve made an excellent therapist had she gone into that field, shes good at listening and offering solutions

She also paints in her spare time!! And sells her paintings at local art shows!!

Shes got the worst sweet tooth ever Richard has to hide sweets in the house

She also works at the same college Logan attends, same with his father

Shes the only blonde in the family with green eyes

 Logan Daniels

Out sassy skeptic! He’s 20 years old and currently attending college with a biology major and a astrology minor!

Hes pretty reserved at first glance, being the calm and common sense to both his best friend Virgil and his boyfriend Remus

But hes such a dork when you get to know him. He could go on for hours and hours about his interests(something Remus loves listening to)

He lives in a single person dorm on campus and works in the student union as well as does tutoring sessions for high schools for extra credits

Hes been dating Remus for a good four almost five years , and they met in freshman year of high school

His dorm room is covered in various posters for astrology and bands he enjoys, as well as a few old theater posters from Remus’s old performances

He was  goddamn punk during high school, and Virgil loves to bring this up to embarrass him

He likes to always wear business casual unless hes staying in, and even then sometimes he keeps to his fashion habits a little too hard

Hes a decent cook, but he doesnt refuse the offer of someone else cooking for him either( or even going out to eat now and then) 

Hes a very large and firm skeptic and greatly enjoys debating with virgil different aspects of his beliefs and paranormal experiences, and functions as the one between them to reason away happenings with logic as a way to ease Virgils nerves. 

But he IS willing to see his best friends side of things if he is provided solid proof. 

He also makes plenty of appearances on Virgil’s channel for a variety of reasons, and his fanbase really likes him

Hes also a very protective older brother, and is not afraid to verbal destroy anyone who hurts his little brother(much to Liams angsty horror) 

He does have a car that he put Remus on his insurance for, so if his boyfriend ever DID need to drive it he would without complications

Logan also does join the boys on explorations, though this is a more rare occurance as he’d rather help them edit the videos and put them out in a timely manner

Hes pretty good at managing his student budget, but he has those moments of splurging randomly for things( as we all do sometimes)

Hes got a really REALLY nice laugh that not too many people outside his inner circle have heard

His eyes are a dark blue just like his dads, and he keeps his dark brown hair messy but practical

Liam Daniels

Logan’s baby brother! Our boy is 13 years old!!

Hes andy’s other best friend, and the final link to their little trio

Hes the more stoic of the three, as he is entering his rebellious angsty teen years a couple years early. 

He loves space and the ocean, and wants to be a marine biologist someday.

Hes not the best at being social, thats why hes got King as their talker and hes the snarky fighter

This boi is alot fiestier than he looks but only his friends and family know that, and he will throw down if you even just look at his loved ones the wrong way( despite his height)

He doesnt always get social cues either which makes him come off kinda rude in situations but I promise he doesnt mean it 

Someone got his mothers sweet tooth but cant have too much sugar because it messes with his body too much

like when he crashes from a sugar high he crashes hard and its BAD

Hes the shortest of his friends, just barely half an inch shorter than Andy

He always looks half tired and like he needs coffee but he cant have coffee so...

he loves to read and his room is filled with so many books!!

He also has a stuffed animal collection but shush about that its a secret

Hes also a spicy food lover( at least to a point, nothing too extreme) 

He likes baggier clothes because theyre more comfortable, and he prefers comfort of fashion

His eyes are a brighter blue and he keeps his hair alot neater than his brother’s

Hes also very snappy, with a comeback for almost everything

Richard Daniels

The dad!! He works as a chemistry professor at the college and a part time physics teacher at the local high school( switching days)

Hes very tall at 6′2(compared to the rest of his family)

He looks really strict but hes surprisingly laid back about alot of things( though rules and discipline are NOT one of those things) 

He is in his early fourties

He took care of the boys on his own for logans first ten years and Liams three before he met Olivia

Hes got the scolding parent look and The Tone mastered and sometimes even uses both on his students to get them to behave, with wildly successful results

Hes very logical and skeptical of things “unrealistic”

Was a stressed out stick in the mud before he met his wife, as he was a new single father trying to secure tennure in a teacher job

Hes the cook in the house, and is really good at it.

hes a more silent understood supporter of his children, as he is much more reserved than his wife

But he as the biggest soft spot for her 

He always tries to raise his boys with a strong balanced set of values and manners

He also can play lacrosse, and was considered the best player back in school

He doesnt have a good relationship with his family aside from his mother, so the boys have only met their grandma on that side, as he doesnt want any toxic mindsets or ideals influencing his children( especially Liam)

compared to Olivia  he isnt soft spoken at all but he would rather dissolve issues with communication and clarification, not anger or violence( yeah LIAM)

He also enjoys watching documentaries and doing casual photography from time to time

And its finally done!! All for families are complete and posted!!

Im really proud of these!! Especially the prince family photo! It took me days to figure out the poses...

All art referenced is credited to @aimasup @underdog-arts and @fangirltothefullest !!

Anyway i hope you guys enjoy! And hopefully soon ill be posting some writings for this au too! And posting more drawings! Enjoy!!

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[hardyshoe]

benefits- a roger Taylor series

part nine

warnings- language

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a/n: okay loves, im so proud of this chapter so I hope you like it xx

  when roger woke up he didn't find you in bed with him like always and when he ran his hand across the sheets he found your side of the bed warm from where you'd been sleeping. he sighed and pulled himself out of his sleepy state,  eyes bleary with slumber. the floor was cold beneath his feet but the winter sunlight felt crisp on his pale skin.

 roger strolled into the living room of the flat clad only in his stripy pyjama bottoms, he found you there with that one tie die t-shirt impossibly stretched over your belly. at thirty eight weeks pregnant you felt like a beached whale, nothing fit over your stomach except roger largest t shirts and you could never get more than about three or four hours of sleep. you had one hand on your lower back and the other pitched on the swell of your belly while you paced around the kitchen with lightly shut eyes. the sight of you concerned him, you looked like you were in pain. 

“love?” no answer.

he raised his voice ever sol slightly and asked again, ``love, are you okay?”

 you hummed at him and shot him a week smile, only making roger more concerned. when your face turned sour and your eyes screwed up he jumped towards you.

 “sweetheart whats hurting you?” you didn't respond for a minute, holding a hand up to signal that you needed a minute.

“ ‘m fine rog, my back hurts is all” this wasn't uncommon your back had been aching almost constantly for the last couple weeks but this was different, the pain was deeper and isolated completely on your lower back. it had been there since you woke in the middle of the night and had persisted until now, at seven you got up to pace knowing you'd wake roger if you lay in bed much longer. so here you were, feet frozen from the cold floorboards and body all too hot.

“you sure? you don't look fine,” he was still worried and you were still pacing, the books didn't say anything about this.

“I swear I'm good, could you make me something to eat?” you were starved and you probably hadn't walked as much as you just had in about six months. 

“i’m not great at cooking, but I do make a mean burnt toast” he grinned at you and pulled out a chair at the table for you, you chuckled at him.

“sounds lovely.”

 “good because I can't make anything else,” he put two slices in the toaster and took a seat next to you, letting a comfortable silence fall between you. roger knew how uncomfortable you were and hated seeing you in pain but he knew you didn't mind it one bit when the outcome was so lovely.

another wave of pain washed over you and your breathing deepened to laboured sighs, rogers hands gripping yours through a worried look. it was getting worse you thought but really you couldn't be sure and once it was over you were just left with the heavy ache. you dropped rogers hands and opened your eyes again, emptying your lungs in a drawn out sigh.

“what was that?” his voice was laced with concern.

“just my back again” at this point you were a little worried too but at the moment you could handle it.

the toaster popped and you stood up, with a lot of effort.

“ill get it love, don't worry” he pulled his eyes away from you with a lot of effort and pushed his chair back.

“hold that thought Rog,” you looked down and no no surprise you couldn't see past your stomach but you knew what was happening.

roger turned on his heel and stared blankly at you, his eyes raking up and down your body until they stopped on your legs, “I think my waters just broke”

 his eyes shot wide and he darted into into the nursery, fumbling around for the hospital bag. you yelled after him but he was in his own world running from room to room trying to get everything he thought you would need as if he was on a race against the clock. he pulled a grey hoodie over his unbrushed hair and ran back out to you, mumbling something about his keys.

“Roger Taylor would you please calm down,” he stopped and looked at you, he tried to say something but it came out as a jumbled ‘what?’”

“love the babies aren't going to come in five minutes, you don't need to go mad” you chuckled.

“b-but your... don't we need to go?” he looked like a worried child who didn't know what was going on.

 “yes rog we do need to go but theres no need for such a hurry” you took the keys from the side and took the bag from rogers hands to double check it had everything. you started listing off items in your head while roger looked on, still not sure the situation wasn't dire.

 another, what could now be identified as a contraction, ripped through you and halted your movements. both your hand shot to your belly and a string of curses fell trough your lips, “bloody buggering hell that hurts”

roger was right by you, keys and bag in hand trying to comfort you. you gave him a thankful smile and cocked your head towards the door, leading the way out. once in the car roger sped off, definitely breaking the speed limit despite your protests. he kept racing down the streets until a siren started to follow the car.

“fuck, no no we don't have the time for this” he pulled the car over and beat his fists on the wheel.

“roger I told you to slow down! I don't know what you expected,” you were slightly annoyed and just hoped roger would play nice with the police officer.

“sir do you know how fast you were going back there?” the office looked down into the car and you tried to muster a little smile.

“n-no officer look my wife is in labour,” your eyes shot open, did he just say wife? “we really need to get to the hospital”

“right okay, go on then just slow down. congratulations” he looked like he didn't know what to say but wandered off nonetheless. roger started the car back up and ripped off at the same pace as before.

“roger what was that!?” you were stunned and confused.

“what was what love?” 

“roger you called me your wife” he didn't look at you when he next spoke, keeping his eyes on the roads.

“yeah well I was actually going to say something about that, um, look in the glovebox” you clicked the hatch open and rumadged with its contents.

“what am I looking for?” he leant over and pulled something out with one hand.

 you couldn't see what it was and you didn't think you'd ever been more confused. his hand flicked with whatever it was and he jerked the car into a lay-by. he held out the object towards you and raised a brow in your direction.

“I did have a speech but we’re a bit pressed for time,” he chuckled and look deep into your eyes, almost searching for something, “what do you say love? fancy marrying me?”

 you'd have pinched yourself to make sure this was real but at that moment a contraction ripped through you and left you unable to speak. however you nodded through the pain, hot tears in your eyes.

“of course ill marry you” your voice was weak with the ebb of pain but the smile in your eyes was brighter than roger had ever seen.

 he sighed a laugh and pulled your hand over to his, pushing the band of the ring down your finger and kissing where the diamond now sat. taking your into his arms as best he could he kissed you. one day you would have to write a book about the way he kissed you and the way that fireworks seemed to go of all around. the way he held you and the way his eyes never left yours. 

“I love you y/n” he pulled back and placed a hand on your cheek.

“I love you too roger but please for the love of god get me to a hospital, id rather not have these babies in a car.” as happy as you were you could feel the contractions coming on faster and harder.

 he nodded and gunned the car into action, a wild smile gracing his pretty, pink lips. you couldn't help but admire him, his golden hair falling shaggy around his shoulders and his piercing blue eyes focused so steadily on the road. he looked happier than ever before and knowing you caused this brought a warmth to your body. oh what love does a person.

 when you arrived at the hospital they put you in a wheelchair and pushed you to the maternity ward. the hospital was quiet from the private room they put you in and roger had finally stopped panicking, the ecstasy of love running through his veins.

 the pain was excruciating and you were begging for it to stop, it hurt roger more than he could say to see you like this. you were screaming through the contractions and your body was weak from weeks of little sleep. but he was proud of you, oh so very proud, the pain was ruining you but between each wave you look to him and smile or mutter something he couldn't hear. 

 in five hours you were ready to push, the pain so bad you couldn't think and you felt so weak that you didn't think you could do it. but rogers hand never left yours and when you heard a scream from the first baby the pain ceased to matter. baby number two came about two minutes later and both of them were placed on your chest after being cleaned up.

you cried and so did roger, he joined you on the tiny hospital bed and lifted one of the babies into his arms. holding its tiny hand and gazing deep into its eyes, he kissed its forehead and held it like it would break.

“which one is this love?”he looked at you and the two of you laughed, foreheads pressed together and tears running freely.

“thats our little Juliette.” he grinned and waved his fingers upfront of her precious eyes and watched her wriggle about. roger was in love.

 when his gaze drifted to you he found you looking down at the tiny baby boy in your arms with a muddled frown. he looked at the child and saw what you meant with your look, there was a little tuft of curly blonde hair on the top of his head and his eyes where an exact mix of yours and rogers and his mouth had a smile on it.

“y/n are you thinking what I'm thinking?” roger was looking at you now and watching you nod.

“god roger the kids not an Oliver,” you glanced back at the baby and laughed, “he's a freddie.”

“how does that miraculously talented bastard always get his way” you laughed with him and cooed at the babies, feeling more love in that room that you ever would have thought possible.

 you nursed the babies into soft slumber and after a while of watching them you too dozed off. when you were out roger went and made some phone calls, everyone had given a congratulations and a promise of a visit later on. all except Freddie who squealed down the line and said he would come down as soon as he could ‘whether or or not the hospital lets me in in darling’”

 roger returned to the room and took a seat by your bed. he felt numb, numb with the emotions that were coursing through him. he was completely overcome with love and he was a bit overwhelmed. so when baby girl Juliette started fussing he didn't mind her crying, he just started to rock her gently in his arms. she looked so much like you, her eyes and nose where the spitting image of yours but the most striking thing was the way she sounded. when she stopped crying she mumbled away in his arms with a voice that mirrored yours perfectly. he smiled at her and felt a hot tear role down his cheek. 

 Freddie arrived on his own about two hours later with an armful of gifts and a shining grin, he waltzed through the reception and knocked on every door in the maternity ward until he found you. you had woken up and showered while rog fawned over the babies and by the time Freddie arrived you were sat on the old sofa by the hospital window with roger.

 “darlings am I in the right room?” Freddie poked his head round the door and smiled in relief, “you wouldn't believe how many rooms I've been into to find yours”

“Fred why didn't you ask where we were?” roger asked, holding Juliette close to his chest.

“because its not visiting hours, they'd throw me out if they knew I was here,” you laughed and he dropped all his gifts on the bed, “right I want to meet my niece and nephew.”

you ushered him over and had him sit next to you, “that’s baby Juliette.” you nodded over to the baby in rogers arms and saw as Freddie cooed at her, giggling when she squirmed.

 you then held baby boy out to him and placed him in Fred’s arms. “ ...and that is Freddie”

 his whole face lit up, eyes glossing over. “a-are you serious, you named him after me?”

“’course we did, you told us to” he laughed, tears threatening to spill, “and theres no one we would rather our child share a name with than you.”

“god you really do know how to make a man cry don't you?” he laughed and wiped his tears with the hand that wasn't holding the tiny baby, “I am going to spoil this little prince rotten”

 for the rest of the afternoon Freddie never let go of his ‘little prince’, he gave the babies his presents which were mostly baby grows and stuffed animals and doted on the twins like he'd never see them again. the man was a miracle, while he and rog looked after the babies you got in about three hours of sleep before everyone else arrived.

“what do you think they're called?”

“would you please stop shouting”

“i’m not shouting I'm just exited”

 the voices in the corridor were easily identified as your friends, they burst into the room with all the grace of a stampeding elephant. when they noticed the silence they all froze and just looked on at Freddie and Freddie and rog with his darling Juliette.

“hel-” you were quickly cut off by Mary engulfing you in her arms.

“i’m so proud of you y/n!” she pinched your cheek and pulled away with a clap of her hands, “right introduce us”

 you laughed and roger came over to you handing over Juliette and taking the ‘little prince’ from freddie’s arms.

“well my beautiful fiancee an-” roger tried to speak but Mary once again piped up before he could finish.

“fiancee! you're getting married?”

“yes now shut up I wasn’t finished.” he held the baby boy in his arms out towards everyone, “this is Freddie jack Taylor”

 “...and this is Juliette Mary Taylor”

 Mary pointed to herself and gave you a speechless, questioning look.

“yes after you silly. who else?” she squealed and gave you another tight hug, careful of the fragile human in you grasp.

“why jack?” brian asked, flittering his long fingers in front of baby freddie’s face.

“jack Kerouac, rog was reading him when I first met him. its the reason we’re friends” you smiled over at him and he gazed back at you with those beautiful blue eyes. 

 in that moment roger Taylor was happy, and not just joyous. he was utterly and truly, incandescently happy. you could have told him the world was ending and he wouldn't have batted and eyelash, because he had you.

[wolfofwinchester]

♛. THE WOLF OF WINCHESTER

The birth of a title.

WARNING: Contains heavy descriptions of gore.

They’d half a mind to speed for the hills when they found the girl waving her blood-smattered arm along the side of the dirt road, their horses startled by the enormous wolf meeting her hip in height. The entire sight gave the humble folk and their steeds a terrible chill.

“Wait!”‌ The driver’s son grabbed his father’s shoulder, giving him a shake before he could slap the reins. “Pa, wait! That’s The Earl’s daughter, innit? It’s Lady Claudia!”‌

The much older man adjusted his dusty spectacles, then gaped and dropped from the wagon. “My Lady, what are you doin’ out here lookin’ in such a state?‌You poor thing, you–”‌ He stopped, cautiously, nervously, eyeing the beast at her side who seemed strangely docile, but highly aware of the man’s moves. The nerves rattling the farmer’s skin wanted to send him scattering from the beast alone, from its maw to its coat wet with crimson - but, there was white, dirty cloth wrapped around one of its legs. That, too, was red. The wolf was injured.

“I‌ had an unfortunate event occur to my poor self, good sir.”‌‌ Claudia spoke with a hand resting on her chest, teeth red and face a mess with what looked like dirt and mottled bruising, dressed with smears of blood. Someone struck the girl hard, her cheek was swollen. That was the sight that put the old man to ease, drawing out the compassion and the concern. “I‌ need to get home somethin’ terrible. Would ya help a Lady out?” Her hand rested behind Gelert’s head, giving him a good scratch. “He ain’t going to harm ya, I promise.”

The farmer called for the boy on the wagon and he leapt off, scuttling to the back to let the panel down for the weary girl who hitched a burlap sack over her shoulder, the older man’s caging her shoulders to provide some semblance of comfort.

“Let me take that for you, miss,” Spoke the son. “I‌ can-”

“No.”‌ Claudia cut him off short. “I‌ appreciate that, but I‌’ll be carrying this.”

The skies of April 5th, 1947 rumbled, earning the farmer and his son urgency. No Lady of Phantomhive was to be left in the rain.

Her exposure to rain was the least of Hawthorn Phantomhive’s, the father and the man who was almost burning tracks into the carpet he paced in his office, arms crossed behind his back. The man had a face of stone for the most part, never giving way to any emotion and always donning a frown. Only drastic measures made his brow ever so slightly twitch. Right now, there was a terrible twitch that was beyond his control.

“Foolish.” He cursed.

“Now now, M’Lord,”‌ Spoke a voice that made even the stoic Earl’s spine tremble. It creaked like an old door on rusted hinges, cracking with age — you could practically feel the dust tumble off the tongue it belonged to. “the last thing you want to do is let out such grievances while the dear girl has yet to be found. Men have been in your place and came to regret letting their mouth speak without the mind’s leash.”

A look like ice flew in the funeral director’s direction, who merely canted his head, hands that’d been crept close to his chest clicking their talons. That grin of his was absolutely unchanged by the look that made many crumble. Made the few others in the room feel grateful such intensity was not rested on them.

“Keep your penny dreadfuls behind your lips.”‌ The Earl stalked past the giggling man, pouring over his desk and peeling through the files. Photos laid scattered, files laid opened. He swatted aside the uncharacteristically bright green bag, wrapped by silver string and a tag with “do m'iníon milis*” attached. “Woolwich.”

“Not a peep, Lord Phantomhive.”‌ Piped a man with black hair, puffing on his pipe. “The only trading is in tobacco and weaponry from America.”

“Twyford.”

“Nobility’s not been in their stock for some time,”‌ Piped another with blond hair, rested languidly on the deep rich blue couch. “Druitt’s kept me sharply informed.”

“Norwood.”

Again, the funeral director spoke, traipsing to one of the long windows that peered over the front. “M’Lord, have I given you reason to doubt my information?”‌ He could see it, even if the others didn’t. He’d long since grown to recognize the subtle signs in the great Earl — the man was frantic.

“If I‌ find nothing in West Ham, I‌ want to know where to look next. Alternatives.”‌ Lord Hawthorn answered sharp. “Trafficking highborn is fast-paced. If my men can’t find her in the auctions tonight, I‌ will have others stationed elsewhere. Norwood.”

‌Tension laid thick, exchanges of glances between the two quiet nobles. The reports went on as the Earl listed off location after location, shouldering his coat and drawing ‘x’s on some parchment. The funeral director, on the other hand, had grown silent; his attention was quite preoccupied, watching a humble wagon roll up to the Estate.

“Well now,”‌ The Undertaker lilted, pricking every ear in the room. The tapping of a black nail on the glass drew Hawthorn’s eye. “the long lost pup has returned of her own volition.”‌

The mortician was all but shoved by the Earl’s rush to his side, which earned something of a frown that would’ve translated to “rude”. “Are you sure?‌ Are you certain?”‌ Hawthorn eyed, watching as his heir hopped to her feet, joined by that infernal wolf of hers. There was no mistaking it, it was Claudia.

“Good God,”‌ Uttered one of the two stray nobles, joining at the window. “The girl looks like she was dragged through the shambles. What did they do to her?”

“Oh, ‘to her’ you think?”‌

“Look at her, Undertaker.”

“I am. Are you?”

A strange look, but all interjected with the Earl’s quick turn on the heel as he strode from the office, the other three in curious tow. It didn’t take long to come across the girl, who walked clear through a gaggle of maids and footmen keeping their distance due to the growling Gelert.

“Claudia –”‌ Hawthorn barely got to speak, the bloodied progeny bore into him with a fiery leer the second their eyes had met. His heart pierced, looking at the mottled discoloration on her cheek of purple, and the crimson drench on her jaw stained to her neck and soaked deep into her collar. There were remnants of pearls in her curls, but the strings had obviously been busted, leaving wild raven blue flowing free in disarrayed waves. Her emerald dress was soiled in long-dried gore, the leading stench of iron that permeated and baked into her clothing from the Spring sun.

He didn’t see a wound on her, strike aside.

His arms rose, and Claudia silenced him immediately; she flung that burlap sack with enough force to make him grunt when it struck him in the gut, embracing that instead in confusion. He pressed it, and smelled the same whiff of iron; strong. Strong enough to make the two noblemen at his side gag.

It was also Claudia that spoke full and first, and also last. “Stiúradh glan uaim, fear Béarla*.” The Lady snarled, smeared mulberry-painted lips tucking into a snarl to show her teeth, the sharp canines with their white only seen in streaks through the ichor. Gelert in turn gave the same warning with a guttural growl. The two sounded too in-tandem to be comfortable. Made gooseflesh rise.

Locks flew with the storm that was the Bastard of Phantomhive, turned on her heel and surging down the opposite hall. The wolf lingered only a moment, adding to the edge Hawthorn felt cementing his feet to the ground, seeing to the father not following before padding after his mistress.

“— Lord in Heaven.” Came gagging when the burlap was peeled open, heads veering while the mortician peered closer with a coo.

“Might I, M’Lord?”‌ Lilted Undertaker, whom received no verbal permission, but the slow glance from those icy sapphires was all he needed to pry into the sack and draw back the bloodied noggin to cradle delicately in his palms. He rolled it, he examined it, grinning ear-to-ear with fascination of the wounds upon the facial features. Skin ripped from the nasal bone to show off shattered cartilage and strings of torn, and to his sharp eye, missing muscle. Half an eyelid hung over a lifeless grey orb, while the other was clearly ruptured beyond recognition; practically blood yolk.

The gap of freshly missing front teeth, bloodying the pencil mustache of the upper lip. Then the matter of the decapitation itself; how delightfully visceral! Only a bit of spinal cord hung, violently broken.

The Lords grimaced at the sight, and one even uttered a noise of disgust when the Undertaker clenched the bone with two nails and tilted it for closer inspection.

“Alexander Moore.”‌‌ Hawthorn noted, taking a cool moment to study the gored features before putting a name to it. “The Trader from West Ham.”‌ Notorious in the Underworld for his.. requested “stock”, of highborn and those of wealth. His trade knew no restrictions other than those who paid him in advance; he was feared because his men never left a trace when they took someone, and because he himself took part in the act.

He was not a man known for his mistakes, and he wasn’t one to be reckoned with, either. No matter the guard and no matter how high you were in the eyes of society, people died in pursuit of him. He was better off paid than trifled with. Hawthorn Phantomhive, however, did not bend to anyone.

As such, Claudia paid the price.

And then, Alexander.

“Wolf did a number on him. I’ve never seen a lopping like that.”‌ One of the men traced the outline of the broken spinal cord. It wasn’t clean cut at all, and the sharp of an edge pricked the noble’s finger with a hiss and a fast withdraw.

The Undertaker giggled, turning the head upside-down so the men had a better look. His fingers splayed around the neck, tapping a black nail to bone. “Take a closer look, m’lords — do these marks look like the dear Lady’s beasty?” Squints all around, and then the draining of color in two faces, joined by a hardness in the Earl’s. “These are human.”

The quick scuff of shoes as the two lesser nobles cleared from around the macabre viewing. “You’re mad if you think we’re going to believe—”

“Are you suddenly undertaker, Carlyle?”‌ Hawthorn cut, side-leering. There was no response to that. “If I remember correctly, you work as my bloodhound — so fetch:‌ find me Moore’s warehouse.”

The sun set, and would find itself easing into the horizon once the stated warehouse was found. In the middle of nowhere as to be expected, and it was thick with the odor of decay. The door to the place was wide open, and flies had set to buzz and whizz about as three men investigated the sight for themselves; Hawthorn, Undertaker, and of course, Carlyle, who must have been the palest of the trio as they stepped over the death scene.

It was a massacre. The bodies all had signs of mauling, there was not one man laid here that hadn’t been torn into by teeth, or sharp implement. Some were pelted with bullet wounds, and one unfortunate fellow hung strangled by chain with the ceiling. The main event was the office in the building, where a headless corpse laid in a heap upon the floor as the most violent death of them all; his stomach was busted into, and that, by the Undertaker’s inspection, was the work of the wolf, down the half-eaten intestines. His arms were broken, and the leather holster for his gun was empty.

“Think it was quick?”‌ Carlyle inquired, giving a kick to the Trader’s very stiff leg.

“No.”‌‌ Hawthorn answered, examining the wreck of the office. A struggle was evident, and the print of blood on the wall meant the man has his head slammed hard into the concrete, because the wounds on Claudia’s bod were lacking outside of a few bruises. There was no dire injury to be found. “I‌ think it was slow.”

“Very slow, at that.”‌ The Undertaker hummed, examining the neck more closely. “and excruciating! She chewed through his neck, see?‌ The muscles are strong, especially in a man like the late Alexander‌ Moooore. He was a man of fine physique. I’d reckon he lived well until she went for the main artery.”‌ A titter. “How terrible.”

“You don’t need to sound so happy about it, you goddamn madman.”‌ Carlyle muttered, exchanging clashing looks with the chipper funeral director. “That’s a corpse you’re hunched over.”

“Aye, and corpses are my work, Mr. Carlyle.”‌ A tilt of the silver-mopped head. “Don’t you ever feel exhilarated by your field of expertise?”

“I’m not entertaining that with a comment..”‌ The more Carlyle was exposed to this man, the less he felt he’d sleep at night. A shake of the head, and he glanced to the Earl. “What’re you thinking, Phantomhive?” 

The Earl had given the neck a good, long look. One could only imagine what boggled through his mind, knowing this was the work of his heir, his daughter, without doubt. Teeth snapped through the bone. A slow, agonizing death. The girl rejected it so strongly, but there was no doubt in his mind that the cruelty of a Phantomhive was deep in her blood. Their family’s cruelty, after all, was something inherited. “I think I have a wolf from Winchester succeeding me.” Whether that was a very rigid and awkward attempt at humor was anyone’s guess. 

A beat, and he rephrased himself. “I think I have the Wolf of Winchester succeeding me.”

‌--

Irish translations;

*‌ for my sweet daughter. *‌ Steer clear of me, Englishman.

[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

It Wasn’t

Summary: Selina underestimated how much she cared

Tagging: @lizartgurl @thespacebuns @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @speedypan @gobydana

Read Earlier Parts Here

It wasn’t supposed to come this far, Selina thought as she waited for the light to turn green. The plan was simple she would date Bruce Wayne and just happen to target the rich he hung out with. She wasn’t supposed to be in this deep, but still she couldn’t help herself she couldn’t help but fall for him, and she couldn’t help but want to be there for Annabella.

~~~~~

“Hi Selina!” Annabella greeted with a smile when the door opened, she was carefully perched in Bruce’s arm.

Selina smiled back as she grabbed her coat and walked into the hallway.

“Hello kitten. Bruce.” She nodded and held onto Bruce’s free arm.

“I know a small place we can have lunch. Hopefully away from prying eyes.” Bruce said as they began to walk.

“Sounds good.”

“When can I see the kitties?” Annabella asked looking back at the door.

“After lunch sunshine.” Bruce said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay.” Annabella mumbled as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

By the end of the day it was Annabella who had Selina caught. There was just something about that little girl that she couldn’t help but want to make happy. It was adorable seeing how Bruce would talk to her and make her be heard. It was heartwarming to see her walking around her apartment attempting to herd all the cats so she could hug them all at once.

~~~~~

Selina sighed as the light finally turned as she sped down the road. It wasn’t supposed to go this deep yet when she found out the truth she couldn’t help but stay.

~~~~~

“Hi Selina!” Annabella greeted cheerfully as she hopped into the apartment, she paused to tug on the bright blue leash that was attached to her cat.

“Come on Mr. Kitty, you’ll love the kitties here they’re very friendly.” Annabella encouraged the cat who was carefully sniffing the air as if expecting some sort of danger.

“Sorry, she insists on bringing him everywhere now that the leash came in.” Bruce explained as he stayed by the doorway.

“It’s alright, I like the little guy anyway.” Selina smiled watching as Mr. Kitty eyed the other cats warily.

“Are you sure you don’t mind watching her? I could just ask my assistant to look over her while I’m in the meeting.”

“Go.” Selina insisted. “She’ll have more fun here anyways.”

Bruce nodded before calling out to his daughter who came running back.

“I’ll be back at lunch time.” He said as he knelt down and kissed her cheek. “Be good sunshine.”

“Bye papa.” She hugged him and returned to her spot in the middle of the living room.

Selina busied herself with paper work as Annabella sang along to the kids show that was on. She helped Annabella color when she offered.

“Selina?” Annabella asked as Selina came back from the door holding the takeout that was ordered.

“Yes kitten?” She asked as she moved to the kitchen and began putting the food into plates, Bruce should be on his way over soon and even though she couldn’t cook to save her life she did know how to make takeout look presentable.

“Do you know Español?” Annabella asked focused on the show Dora that was playing as she pet Mr. Kitty who sat in her lap.

“Un poquito.” Selina admitted and heard Annabella gasp.

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “Yo también. Pero no tan… Good. I’m still learning.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah, papa says it’s good to learn more languages.” Annabella adjusted her hold on Mr. Kitty and focused back on the show.

Selina slightly frowned, she had heard rumors about Annabella’s mother but never thought much about them. Now she couldn’t help but be curious.

When Bruce showed up Annabella spent the entire time they are talking about what she did and showing her father the drawings. Bruce smiled as he listened occasionally asking her about what she drew or what she learned. When they finished Selina and Bruce stayed in the kitchen as Annabella went back to play.

“Thank you for watching over her, Alfred should be back tomorrow.” Bruce said.

“No problem, she’s a joy to have around.” Selina paused. “I’ve been meaning to ask, you never speak of her mother but I can’t help but wonder what she’d think about you having a girlfriend around your daughter.”

She studied Bruce carefully, he seemed to stiffen a bit and his gaze shot towards Annabella. She was distracted however apparently trying to teach small group of cats how to read.

“Her mother is not interested in her.” Bruce said bluntly making Selina look at him in shock. “I know what the tabloids say about my daughter, and I know you do not believe what they say. I met her mother once we had a night together I don’t remember much from it. I only found out about Annabella because her grandmother thought it be best if I knew of her. Her mother was going to give her up but I couldn’t let that happen, even more so when she was born early. Her mother may not want anything to do with her but Annabella is my world, I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

Selina stayed quiet as she watched the little girl play with the cats. She remembered how quickly the small girl latched on to her since that night. Selina was in too deep but at the same time she wasn’t sure she wanted to get out.

~~~~~

Gotham wasn’t the right place to raise a child. Selina thought as she pulled into the parking lot and ran out cursing as the cold rain came down on her. She knew first hand about Gotham and so did Bruce. This place was toxic it sucks the innocent out of everyone. Yet Annabella seemed to almost be immune to it, she just brought so much good into everything. No matter how much certain people tried to bring her down there were still those that would be there to defend her.

~~~~~

Selina was watching Annabella who was trying to reach the little food on the table that was laid out.

“She eats so much.” She heard a woman say a couple feet next to her, if Selina could hear them she knew Annabella could too.

“That girl is gonna be fat if she keeps it up.”

“And so messy too. Absolutely no manners.”

Selina took a long sip of her champagne. Annabella had gotten her hands on a little ball of food but was munching on it with a sad face. Selina was about to walk over but stopped when she saw a pretty blonde woman kneel down next to the young girl that she recognized from some magazine covers.

“Hello.” She smiled sweetly and Annabella smiled back.

“Hi Cici.”

“Whatcha eating?” Cici asked.

“I thought it was the bread with chocolate but this one tastes funny.” Annabella pouted at the food in her hand.

“You got the crab stuffed one.” Cici laughed as she looked at the table.

She grabbed a napkin so Annabella could get rid of the cursed food and gave her the one she was reaching for.

“Here eat an extra one for me.” Cici said handing her another one shooting a small glare at the women next to Selina. “I love your hair.”

“Thanks.” Annabella’s face lit up. “Selina did it. She’s good with hair.”

Cici looked up and Selina waved.

“I see, why don’t you go back to Selina, don’t want to give your dad another scare now do you?”

“Okay, bye Cici.” Annabella waved and hopped back to Selina.

Selina gave Cici a small smile and a nod as she picked up Annabella, Cici nodded back and turned to mingle with the rest. Bruce showed shortly after.

“Papa can we go to McDonalds? The food here tastes funny.” Annabella wrinkles her nose a bit, making Bruce chuckle.

“Sure sunshine I could use a burger myself. Selina?”

“I’m in.” Selina said giving a sly smile to the women who were glaring at them now.

~~~~

“I’m here to see Annabella Wayne.” Selina panted as she reaches the front desk. “She was admitted a couple hours ago.”

The woman at the front desk blinked up at Selina a bit startled by her appearance.

“Ms. Kyle?” A familiar voice said.

Selina turned and found Alfred standing outside the little gift shop with a coffee.

“It’s alright Miss she’s with me.” Alfred said to the woman at the desk.

Alfred handed her his jacket and began to lead her through the halls.

“Is she okay?” Selina asked.

“She’s fine now. Sleeping but she did give us a bit of a scare.”

“I thought it was just a small cough.” Selina rubbed her face. “I should have mentioned it sooner.”

“It’s alright Ms. Kyle we thought the same too until her fever kicked in.” Alfred sighed. “Turns out she has broncitis, which has triggered her asthma immensely.”

Selina nodded as the continued through the halls. Alfred stopped in front of a room and ushered Selina to enter. The lights were dimmed but she could see Annabella laying in the bed with a mask over her head. Curled up next to her was her cat Mr. Kitty who lifted his head up when the door opened once he saw it was just Selina he put his head back down and closed his eyes.

“Selina.” Bruce said standing up from the chair he was sitting in. “What-“

“I got worried after you called I had to see how she was doing.” She said as she approached him and gave him a hug. She felt his shoulders relax a bit.

“She’s fine now though she’s going to have to be in here for a couple of days.” Bruce explained, Selina nodded.

“Sir I do suggest you get something to eat now.” Alfred spoke up.

“Go.” Selina urged. “I’ll stay with her.”

Bruce seemed to contemplate it for awhile but gave in.

“I wont be long.” He said kissing Selina’s forehead, he stroked Annabella’s cheek before finally leaving the room along with Alfred who said would bring her a coffee.

Selina sat down at the chair Bruce had been occupying and scooted closer to Annabella’s bed. She stroked the little girls hair out of her face and smiled.

“I honestly never pictured myself to get so attached to someone like your father.” She whispered. “I defiantly never pictured to be so attached to you, but your so special its hard not to. You’re such an amazing and smart girl I cant wait to see what you’ll do. I want to promise you that I’ll always be there for you, but I’m honestly scared to promise that. I’m scared to promise anything because I think eventually my luck will run out. But I can promise one thing, I promise that I will protect you, maybe not to the extent that your father does, but I will be here to keep you safe. After all I always look after my little kittens.”

After a couple of minutes Annabella stirred letting out a small cough, groaning she rubbed her eyes and looked around.

“Selina?” She whispered before coughing again, Mr. Kitty got up and began licking her cheek as if trying to make her feel better.

“Hey shh little kitten your okay.” Selina said as she rubbed her arm.

“You came.” She said with a smile as she pet Mr. Kitty on the head.

“Of course I had to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay. Just tired.”

“Go back to sleep then little kitten. Your daddy and I will be here when you wake up.” Selina whispered giving Annabella a small kiss on her forehead as the little girl slowly fell back asleep.