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qnfarc ยท 2 years ago
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what did i tell you buddy daddies ending will be
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i love winning
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they deserve all the happiness in the world, i love them
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thehauntedetheral ยท 4 months ago
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Yandere Vampire X Vampire Hunter Reader
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โ€ข In the supernatural world where vampire rules. The king vampire has given specific regions to his close vampires to rule and maintain for him. Yan Vampire is the ruler of your region. But for some time he has been getting a lot anonymous threats to kill him and some accidents has happened too. But him being stubborn avoids taking precautions and says "I can handle this."
โ€ข His sister is worried for his safety as next week is the global meeting where every regional chief is present with their people and reporting updates about their region to other chiefs and the king.
โ€ข His sister is worried that the anonymous threat would take opportunity of the crowd and do some harm to yan so she comes with a plan to you a Vampire hunter without her brother's knowledge.
โ€ข She tells you her plan which is you a FUCKING VAMPIRE HUNTER to protect him. A VAMPIRE HUNTER WHO KILLS VAMPIRE AS THEIR PROFESSION IS ASKED TO PROTECT ONE???!!!
โ€ข "Are you insane?" You asked in disbelief after hearing her plan. "You know the meaning of vampire hunter, right?" You asked thinking she might be misunderstanding the term.
"I know what a vampire hunter is and what they do. Someone is trying to kill my brother and by the clues we are sure that it is a vampire who is trying to kill him." She says with a calm tone her blood red eyes looking at you. Her vampiric beauty glowing.
"You want me your brother who is also a vampire to protect him from some other Vampire at that global meeting sort thing of you vampires?" You said trying to make sense of everything.
"Yes. I will give you any amount you want. And protecting the regional chief of the region you live will give you many advantages till you die". The female Vampire said giving you a tempting offer which you can't refuse.
"But there is one problem. I have a solution for it too. But I am afraid you won't like the solution I came up with." She said with a slight disappointment over her face.
"What is it?"
"Well in the meeting only the regional chiefs and their family are allowed to attend. We have to make you pretend as the family member to attend with us. If they found out you are a Vampire hunter even I and my brother won't be able to protect you from the king."
You a single vampire hunter present in a room with thousands of vampire and a single mistake you would be dead in less than a millisecond just thinking about this caused you goosebumps. But it was now or never. You wanted that money.
"Okay. What family member do I have to pretend to be?"
"Well.... His human fiancee." The vampire said with hesitation.
"WHAT?!!"
"Well you are a human and we are vampires no way we can be family biologically so it only leaves to one option his fiancee just a fake one. After the work is done you are free to do whatever you want. And by being his fiancee you can be near him all the time protecting without any suspicious of others." The Vampire tried to explain.
"Okay. But I will take more money to pretend to be that old as fossils vampire's fiancee" You said with a deep frown.
"Just say the amount and it's your." The Vampire female and you shaked hands closing the deal. While Yan Vampire doesn't have a single idea what type of chaos his sister is going to bring in his life through you.
Get ready for being stuck with the grumpy Vampire protecting him from others while pretending to be his fake human fiancee. I hope I myself don't kill him in hatred. Wish me luck! You thought to yourself.
I am thinking about making this into a series. Should I make it? What do you think? Please let me know through comments.
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anjelicawrites ยท 7 months ago
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Homophrosyne
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Paring: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x reader Synopsis: homophrosyne: a thinking and knowledge that is shared between two people. When your soulmate decides to come after you, you try to escape him. Too bad heโ€™s Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, heโ€™s never going to give you up. Warnings: blink and miss reference to the Baronโ€™s abuse of Feyd, blink and miss reference to Feyd killing his mother, soulmate bonding considered as a curse, Feyd being very done and also horny, Feydโ€™s fascination with readerโ€™s hair and body hair, switch!Feyd, switch!reader, attempted murder (not from Feyd to reader), murder, kissing, oral (f and m receiving), hair pulling, titty sucking, biting, blood licking, overstimulation, marking, Feydโ€™s pierced cock, a bit of ball torture. A/N: reader is AFAB, the only descriptor is that they have long hair. Where needed, they/them pronouns used.
You were one year old when you first learn that having a soulmate is more akin to a catastrophe, than a blessing. You shouldnโ€™t remember the horrified gasp both your Bene Gesserit and your adoptive mother had exhaled, when they discovered your soulmateโ€™s words on your body, yet you retrieved the memory when your Bene Gesserit mother taught you how to meditate. The two women had instilled the distrust of the bond in your heart, in hope to avoid what was unavoidable: the gravitational pull between two soulmates, before the forging of the bond.
Was the universe conspiring to realize this goal, when you felt compelled to follow your soulmateโ€™s energy, the dark thread that pulled you towards him during that fateful afternoon you were meditating all alone? How could that sad, bald boy be a curse? He looked so alone in the big, dark room: how could you not go to him, when you felt him so strongly within yourself, for the first time?
All your parents, both biological and adoptive seemed keen in convincing you that stunting the newborn bond was the safest way for you to live: you couldnโ€™t break you adoptive fatherโ€™s heart when you had seen how ashen his face had become as soon as you told him the name of your destiny. You were but a child of six, still learning the ways of the world and put all your energies in forging a wall between you and him, learning to ignore the tug of your soul towards him, until you could pretend you never visited him.ย  It was a foolโ€™s errand, a wall made of feathers, not bricks, the one you, so desperately, crafted to make your family happy. Through the cracks, tendrils of the bond had, slowly, made way for themselves, as you deluded yourself with believing you were safe, that you could escape your destiny. You were a fool, your whole family was. He was biding his time, patiently waiting for the tendrils to envelop the bricks of your defenses and destroy them: if his uncle had taught him something, was the patience of the spider that weaves its web and you, little fly, were going to be ensnared. It was destiny, after all.
You havenโ€™t seen him since that fateful encounter. Stupidly your brain expected him to still be a child of five, sad and alone the way you first met him, you struggle to recognize him in the grown man observing you like a predator would its prey.ย 
โ€œFound you.โ€ He says, his voice a gravelly drawl that makes goosebumps explode on your dream skin.ย 
Heโ€™s grown, dream you thinks, of course heโ€™s an adult now.
โ€œYou are a stubborn little thing, arenโ€™t you?โ€ He deadpans.
Thereโ€™s a sort of tenderness in his blue eyes, in the way he assess you from his perch. The irony doesnโ€™t escape you, your first meeting had happened in his bedchambers, your positions the same: him sitting on the bed, you standing in front of him, two curious children who had been playing with forces beyond their understanding.
You want to look everywhere but at him, yet your eyes are drawn to his naked form under the black bed sheets, the strong planes of his hairless chest and the raw, masculine energy you feel coming from him in waves. Even though this is a dream, you can feel your dream body react to his non-presence, your nipples stiffen under the soft cotton of your nightgown and your cunt pulsates with the need to be filled by him.ย 
โ€œYou have no idea.โ€ You growl back.
His dark gaze travels down your body, clad only by the soft material of your nightgown and you have to steer yourself from covering your skin from the hunger in his gaze.
โ€œJoin me.โ€ He says, beckoning you with one hand. โ€œYou know you want to.โ€ โ€œYouโ€™ll soon realize how little you know about me.โ€ You spat back, disgusted by the desire coursing through your dream body.
You know that, if you were to follow the desperate howl of need you feel, the pleasure heโ€™ll give you will be unparalleled, it will ruin anyone else for you. There will be no escaping.
With a speed that only exists in a dream, he stands in front of you, glorious body naked, pierced cock erect and straining towards you.
โ€œWhy make this harder than it should be? Youโ€™re made for me and I am made for you. Itโ€™s no use fighting this.โ€ He drawls, the sound a low rumble you feel in your bones. โ€œBecause I forge my own path. And I have no use for a fool.โ€
Youโ€™re surprised by how firm your voice is, all the training kicking in without you even thinking about it; he laughs, a deep, rich sound that reverberates through you.
โ€œIโ€™m coming for you, soulmate.โ€ He says, his voice calm, his tone final and sure. โ€œIf you can find me.โ€ โ€œI always know where you are.โ€ย 
You force yourself to wake up, body sweaty and aroused under the soft cotton of your own sheets; youโ€™re ashamed by the desire that burns your body, and by the fact that you have to bury your fingers in your wet cunt, forcing yourself to come again and again, biting your pillow to stifle the desperate moans of his name: Feyd.
To leave both your biological and adopted family is the only solution you have, not when you have to tell your mothers and fathers that Feyd coming for you is not an โ€˜Ifโ€™ anymore, but a โ€˜Whenโ€™.
โ€œIt is too slim a chance that he will not come after you, in the end.โ€ Your mentat father repeats you in the vain hope to stop you. โ€œIโ€™d rather seize that, than wait like a sitting duck!โ€ โ€œYou canโ€™t run forever.โ€ Your adoptive father puts his big hands on your shoulders, stopping you from packing. โ€œYouโ€™re safer here, where guards are.โ€
You stare at him, your trained eye sees the stunted micro expressions and the way heโ€™s trying to hide his anxiety from you.
โ€œIโ€™m not sacrificing our peopleโ€™s on his blade, he will stop once heโ€™ll realize that I have no interest in him and that he canโ€™t reach me; Harkonnen care more about power than anything else. And then I will be able to come home.โ€
You have to keep yourself awake, swallowing pills after pills, using all your training to force your exhausted body to endure the never ending trip to the furthest limit of the Imperium, jumping from a smuggler vessel to another, hiding your true path from Feyd by trying to use the bond to manipulate him into going on a wild goose chase.ย 
Sometimes you can hear the low rumble of his voice like an echo in your mind, his fleeting image randomly appears in your mirror, his dark eyes pools of desire that have you tremble in the deepest recess of your core; you're so tired now that you donโ€™t know if itโ€™s the bond becoming stronger, or your exhausted brain running on fumes that makes you feel the fleeting warmth of his touch on your skin or his presence by your side. It is torture not to follow what your body wants: just let yourself become one with your soulmate, and rest in the safety of his presence. You are too stubborn to surrender yourself to biology, and to Feyd, so you soldier on, blocking him out as much as you can as the bond erodes the last, frayed, defenses you have left.
Hidden under a false name you wait to set sail to the last leg of your journey and you have to bundle yourself into thick layers of clothes to survive the frigid weather of this small planet, as you force yourself get a breath of fresh air whenever the walls of your rented room seem to become smaller and smaller. Itโ€™s paranoia, yet you seem to feel the eyes of the owner of the inn scan you every time you go out, weighting you against the other patrons and finding you too different to truly blend in: when is the vessel coming? You ask yourself again and again, as you navigate the crowded market, vibrating with the need to simply go and finish this demented trip.
You walk aimlessly, pressed in the crowd that protects and smothers you at the same time, trying to interest yourself in the trinkets sold while you study your surroundings, feeling the power you have on the simulflow slip: as much as the Bene Gesserit have total and utter control on their body and its functions, thereโ€™s still a limit, and you know you are reaching it at full force.
When you see him, for a second you think thatโ€™s your brain playing tricks on you: he canโ€™t be here, not without you feeling him through the bond. Have you finally lost your mind? You canโ€™t truly analyze whatโ€™s happening that your body seizes, torn between the extreme stress youโ€™ve put it under for weeks, and feeling the bond finally snap and settle; you faint on the cobbled road, all your muscles trembling violently, your head banging against the pavement as the people make room around you, your ears deaf to their horrified screams, or to Feyd calling your name.
Finally you can rest.
You open your eyes to a dull ache in the back of your head, your eyes focusing slowly on the rustic woodwork of the ceiling above you as you feel your mind assess your memories, and block Feyd from knowing youโ€™re awake, out of sheer instinct, knowing full well this is going to work partially: you will need to face the man, not now though, youโ€™re not ready. You want to assess the bond, understand it: what you havenโ€™t done in your entire life. Escaping is not in the cards anymore, now that Feyd knows where you are, you just need some more time, before you can face him. Youโ€™re still surprised heโ€™s been apt enough to manipulate the bond to this extent: you thought he was wasting time in a wide goose chase! This level of deviousness leaves you speechless and, if the circumstances were different, youโ€™d be happy to take Feyd as your lawfully wedded husband; but you canโ€™t.
You have no idea how long youโ€™ve been out, probably long enough to feel your strength and clarity being restored, albeit partially. Quick and silent you bundle yourself up in your warmest clothes and throw the survival kits you have in the backpack, before opening the window and use your mentat training to assess the best route to escape the village, using the roofs as your route. Feyd will realize soon enough that youโ€™re gone again and you need to cover as much ground as you can manage. This planet is so backward, even compared to the standards of this side of the galaxy, that the only mode of transportation is on horseback; for a split second you consider stealing one form one of the stables of the inn, but that would bring too much attention to yourself, and you donโ€™t need that.
Feyd reaches you when youโ€™ve arrived at the high cliffs, the only known feature of this small planet. You knew heโ€™d be on your tracks as soon as heโ€™d realize you werenโ€™t asleep anymore, the block on the bond only partially shielding you from his awareness: you have to confront him, finally, but on your own terms, not his.ย 
โ€œStay where you are!โ€ You shout over the howling of the wind, as soon as he dismounts from the horse. โ€œIf you come any closer Iโ€™m chucking myself off this cliff!โ€
You see Feyd stop on his tracks immediately, and you know he knows, through the bond, that youโ€™re not lying.
โ€œThis is the moment you turn around and go back to your home planet!โ€ You shout. โ€œYou know I can't do that.โ€ โ€œNo one is forcing your hand!โ€
Your foot slips a little but you manage to regain your balance; a shot of pure, unadulterated fear courses through the bond: it's Feydโ€™s and it takes your breath away.
โ€œCome closer!โ€ He shouts over the violent wind. โ€œI don't trust you, Harkonnen!โ€
Frustration, anger, sadness all explode through the bond and you know he's forcing himself not to jump at you and drag you off the cliff, kicking and screaming, even risking you jumping backwards; with the bond having settled, the connection is unavoidable, thus keeping him out completely will never work, there will always be a part of him linked to your soul.
โ€œI'm not going to hurt you!โ€ โ€œYouโ€™d never be able to! Not even in a million years!โ€
Frustration again, and a hint of amusement: he believes his swordsmanship to be better than yours. You fight back, focusing all your anger on him, the strength of it pushing him backwards.
โ€œYou can try to best me!โ€ He shouts.
He's positively amused now, despite the situation, he finds you amusing! You're so incensed youโ€™d carve his eyes out! And youโ€™d do so, if fat drops of rain didn't start pelting the two of you, drenching the two of you to the bone in seconds. The sky has turned black and the wind is so violent that you have to abandon your perch on the cliff and get closer to Feyd.
โ€œThere'sโ€ฆโ€ You try to make yourself heard over the brutal howling. โ€œCaves!โ€ You shout, pointing to the point where the cliffs fall directly into the ocean. โ€œGo back!โ€ He shouts back. โ€œToo far!โ€
The crack of a too close thunder scares the horse. The animal rears violently on his hind legs, forcing you and Feyd to move aside before it runs away, mad with fear. You elect to ignore that Feyd has put himself between you and the scared horse.
โ€œWe need to go!โ€ You shout, pulling the hood tighter over your head.
You're drenched to the bone and so cold that it's only thanks to the prana-bindu training that you're not trembling like a leaf. Feyd doesn't look any better than you do: his black clothes have absorbed all the water possible and are sticking to his long body; it's the light shade of blue of his lips thatโ€™s concerning: without the horse, going back to the village is impossible in this weather: you two need to find refuge as soon as possible!ย 
You don't need to tell him, you simply start walking, trying to orient yourself under the wall of rain that's still pouring over you two to find the cave system you know exists in the cliff that slopes into the ocean.ย 
The wind makes walking a feat, you have to bend forward and push against the violence of the element. Through the bond you feel Feyd and the strain his own body is put under to follow your path, how cold he feels; and itโ€™s affecting you as well. A full grown bond between soulmates itโ€™s not that different from the Other Memory, yet itโ€™s deeper. Itโ€™s not simply sharing oneโ€™s ego, itโ€™s fusing two cores, while maintaining oneโ€™s consciousness: the most deep connection of two peopleโ€™s experiences, lives and feelings, the biological need to help and protect the other side of the bond. What youโ€™re desperately trying to fight.ย  On a genetic level you want to share your prana-bindu control over to Feyd, to protect him from the chill in his bones, your rational mind stops you from doing so and youโ€™re torn between those two needs battling in your chest.
You two stumble inside the first opening you see and keep walking until you two are away enough from the draft coming from the mouth of the cave; you two quickly scope it, and you finally let your back rest against the cold stones when it is apparent that thereโ€™s only one way in and out.
โ€œWhat is this place?โ€ Feydโ€™s voice is even lower, raspy with tiredness. โ€œBanditโ€™s cove. The ruling House of this constellation has eliminated the threat years ago and never went through the hassle of emptying the whole cave system. Some reports say that no planetologist ever studied it as a whole.โ€
All around the two of you lay broken pieces of furniture and even older equipment, perhaps you two can even find some dry blankets to add to what you have in your survival kits.
The slap of Feydโ€™s over layers of clothes being thrown on the floor snaps you out of your thoughts: another side effect of being in the presence of oneโ€™s soulmate is the instinctual fall of every self-protection response, and you didnโ€™t even realize itโ€™s happening to you!
โ€œWe need to start a fire.โ€ Feyd tells you.
You force yourself to ignore the way the remaining layers of wet clothes cling to his long body, enhancing the strong muscles as he moves around to break the furniture into smaller pieces; you know he knows youโ€™re watching, and he likes it. Hurriedly you open your backpack, looking for matchsticks, hoping they are all still dry in the deepest pocket of the survival kit, electing to ignore his smugness again: you donโ€™t know what will happen between you two, one thing is certain, you will slap that smirk off his face, probably sooner than later.ย 
โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t threaten me with the promise of a good time, if youโ€™re not going to deliver.โ€ He drawls, and you feel warmth explode in your body.
You throw the matchsticks at him, who grabs it blindly, too focused on creating a small pile of wood to look towards you; despite the shaking of his hands he manages to start the fire. You get closer to the small flames and let your palms hover for a moment, knowing full well you have to change into the dry clothes in your pack; Feyd doesn't seem to care that you're there, he simply removes the remaining layers covering his torso, before rummaging through his own backpack.ย  You can't help yourself, you stare, almost transfixed, at the way his muscles move and play under his white skin, the tight control he has on his movements scream of the training he had subjected himself to: he is so powerful and a part of you wonders how sheathing him within yourself would feel, how would your body manage the feat; you turn around as quickly as you can when he stares at you, embarrassed by having let your mind wonder.
โ€œAre we still playing this game?โ€
Again, amusement floods from his side of the bond, surprising you.ย 
โ€œIt's common decency.โ€ โ€œWas it when you were ogling me?โ€ โ€œI wasn't. I was thinking and you were in the way. Now will you turn around?โ€ โ€œYou are weird.โ€ He says, cocking his head to the side.ย 
He talks! You think. Has he ever looked at himself in a mirror? Do they even have mirrors on Giedi Prime?
โ€œWe do have mirrors. It would surprise you how common those are back home.โ€
You jump at his answer, not being used to having someone else camping in your head.
โ€œStay out of my mind!โ€ โ€œEasier to say than to do.โ€
He's right and you know it. You know he's not watching as you undress and unpack the dry clothes from their protective layers, yet you feel his presence, his warmth, as if he were touching you; you shiver, you can't help it, the deeper, the baser triggers of your biology taking over a lifetime of training.ย  It is strange, having to manage the rapidly growth of his soul inside of you, find a balance between yourself and him: you can alter your body functions all you want, yet you can't stop yourself from feeling what Feyd does, his tiredness, the warmth seeping back in his bones, his hunger and not only for food.ย 
Now you understand why the Bene Gesserit are so wary of marked sisters.
You try to focus on your body, the flow of your breath and the movements of every single muscle as you change clothes and then eat. You had thought you could have simply shelved the bond in one of the planes of the simulflow, but it encompasses everything and slithers in your every thought. You are not sure how you're supposed to be still yourself and house Feyd inside of you, manage his presence and the layers of your being: is this tiredness in your bones yours? A leftover from having abused pills for too long, or is it him?
โ€œIโ€™ll stand guard, you sleep.โ€ He tells you after you both have finished eating. โ€œI'm not sleeping with you awake.โ€ โ€œAfraid I might steal you away?โ€ โ€œWould you?โ€ โ€œI don't know. Would I?โ€
His eyes focus on yours as you feel him poke you through the bond.ย 
โ€œHow come you're so apt at this?โ€ You ask, needing to change the subject and fishing for information.ย  โ€œI reckon one of us has to, after you blocked me out. It came handy in the long run.โ€ His full lips twist in a smirk and you can see he hasn't the black pain on his teeth; isnโ€™t the na Baron supposed to wear that? โ€œBoth of us sleeping is dangerous. If I truly wanted to take you, I would have done so when you fainted in the middle of the street.โ€ โ€œThis planet is safe, all the reports say so.โ€ You retort back.ย  โ€œAnd you know because youโ€™ve read all of them.โ€ He answers, sarcasm tinging his voice.
So he doesn't know, you realize. Even though he knows how to manipulate the bond better than you do, what you are hasn't seeped through, yet.ย 
He will, though, soon enough.ย 
โ€œIf you're tired, I am tired. It's irritating.โ€
It's more than that, it fucks with both your rogue mentat and Bene Gesserit training: itโ€™s harder to understand how to live with anotherโ€™s soul inside of yours when you feel like youโ€™re battling running on fumes. You know he knows you're not telling the truth, not the whole of it, but the sharing between you two is still happening: you two aren't completely barren to one another.ย 
โ€œWe sleep with our backs to the stone and I am laying in front of you. That's not negotiable.โ€ โ€œDon't tell me an Harkonnen has developed the ability to care.โ€ You bark. โ€œI trust my knives more than any report.โ€ He answers.ย 
He's not lying, you realize, heโ€™s not being a gentleman, he simply believes more in his swordsmanship, than he does anything else.
You huff and busy yourself with creating an insulation layer, by putting on the stone floor the ancient blankets stored in one of the trunks Feyd used to feed the fire, before opening your sleeping bag.ย 
Before laying down, you hang all your wet clothes on a small trunk, as close to the fire as possible, hoping they will dry through the night. Feyd does the same and you can't help but notice the stark difference between your earthly tones and his solid black. He then lays the blankets from your survival packs, and his, over the sleeping bags, hoping to ward the cold and humidity away; itโ€™s not ideal but itโ€™s just for one night, back home heโ€™ll shower you will the comforts that come with being his spouse, because youโ€™re going back to Geidi Prime with him.
Uneasy you slither inside your sleeping bag. Hiding a small dagger under the pillow you turn to face Feyd, who is lying on his back; youโ€™d rather sleep on your other side, but you still donโ€™t trust him.
Despite all odds, you fall asleep, a deep, dreamless slumber that envelops you in darkness and quiet; beside you Feyd sleeps the sleep of the hunter, light and ready to be awoken by the gentlest of sounds. He has to force himself not to follow you into the deep sea of unconsciousness, has to fight the natural soulmate instinct to lose all survival instinct, because oneโ€™s other half is finally by their side.
The sudden stop of the rainfall is what awakens him. In the darkness he can make out your features, slackened with the relaxation of sleep. A stray lock of hair has escaped the loose plait you braided to help dry them; he longs to move it out of your face, feel the actual texture and not the phantom he does through the bond, but then you would wake and he just wants to observe you. You are beautiful to him in the way nothing is permitted to be on Giedi Prime, youโ€™re also a headache and a half, trying to send him on a wild goose chase and still rejecting him. It would have almost worked, if he hadnโ€™t gone through the pains of learning the ways of the bond, while you had been rejecting it ever since you two were children. He had to be devious about it, hiding from his uncle, pretending to ignore it to not incur in his wrath again and he had to do it all on his own, alone and abandoned by you, who never visited him again. Heโ€™ll know soon enough if your family had punished you for having a soulmate, for wearing his words on your skin, the way his uncle did when he first saw the words hidden in the crease of his right thigh.
You become restless in your sleep at this thought, and heโ€™s not sure what heโ€™s supposed to do.
The long years you left him alone in navigating the bond, he had hated that you left him to his own devices, had imagined to hurt you as punishment for the wall you had built between you two, had longed for you and punished himself for it. When he saw you again, in that too short dream, he felt like he had received a personality transplant: all his rage gone, substituted by this array of feelings foreign to him, that he couldnโ€™t name, and lust for your body. Thereโ€™s no love, nor gentleness on Giedi Prime, or in the Harkonnen family, yet all he could think was that his daggers existed to protect you, that he would never raise his hand in anger against you. Even on that cliff, where he was ready to just drag you by the hair away from danger, it wasnโ€™t because he wanted to hurt you, just protect you; and youโ€™re making everything so difficult, stubborn little thing that you are.
โ€œIs it always going to be like this?โ€ Your voice is a light murmur, your eyes stubbornly closed. โ€œYou think while I am asleep, thus waking me up, Feyd?โ€
Itโ€™s the first time youโ€™ve used his name, still emerging from your slumber your defenses are lowered, or so you like to think.
โ€œYouโ€™ll learn.โ€ He says. โ€œYou could have had a head start.โ€ โ€œYouโ€™re such an asshole.โ€ You growl back, opening your eyes.
His face is not fully turned towards you, mindful of the distant opening of the cave, and you can only observe his profile. Heโ€™s as handsome, his features only enhanced by the lack of hair, as much as heโ€™s devious and smart: of course he hits all the targets with you, the universe shaped him for you, if onlyโ€ฆ
Before you let your thoughts wander anymore, you stand up abruptly and start collecting your belongings.
โ€œAnd you are making this harder than it should!โ€
You can feel his rage through the bond, it hurts you, yet you know this is the only course of action.
โ€œWhy canโ€™t you understand thereโ€™s no other way? Iโ€™m not coming to Giedi Prime with you, and I am not bringing you home with me!โ€
Now itโ€™s his turn to stand up, his massive hand curls around your arm and even through the layers of clothing you can feel his warmth, his words on your skin burning.
โ€œIโ€™m not some stray puppy you found at the side of the road!โ€ He bites back.
Before you can answer, from the darkness, countless knives fall upon you two.
The cave you two have camped in must have had another entrance, hidden, because thereโ€™s men pouring in from everywhere. Before you and Feyd can go back to back, you two are separated, forced to parry and dodge the hail of stabbing and blows. The more people you two wound and kill, the more appear; they seem to focus mainly on Feyd, who is fighting brutally, cutting through the wall of men thatโ€™s, inexorably, closing upon him, in the vain attempt to reach you and the exit from the cave. Youโ€™re backed against a wall, desperately trying to carve your way out, but more men jump you and you know youโ€™ve been wounded.
Feyd is one of the finest fighters of the whole Imperium, fast and cunning, but heโ€™s just one man against a never ending sea and as much strength and speed you can infuse your movements, you two outnumbered, you realize, assessing the situation with the inward calm you have been lacking these past few weeks. Knowing that thereโ€™s only one solution doesnโ€™t scare you, perhaps itโ€™s the key to solve this entire issue. You focus on the four men blocking you against the stone wall: you forget the daggers in your hands, forget the pain coursing through you body and simply concentrate all your energies on your vocal cords.
โ€œKill all your companions!โ€ You order, knowing full well how hard it is to use the Voice on a group of people.
The four stop their advance and stare at you, confused, as if assessing your words, before turning around and attacking their own friends.ย  The ensuing chaos is what you and Feyd need to gain the upper hand and cut through the whole host of enemies, now too stunned to pose a threat anymore, until only the four you used the Voice on are still standing.
Another person would be horrified by the look in their eyes at the realization that they have help massacre their own people, you canโ€™t find it in your heart to care.
โ€œFinish the job!โ€ You bark, too busy to assess your internal damages to observe the ensuing bloodbath.
You let your body fall onto the ground, you know you have some broken ligaments in you ankle and a gaping wound on your side; and your cells proliferating hurts more than being stabbed.
You feel, more than hear, Feyd kneel by your side.
โ€œYouโ€™re one of the witches.โ€
Surprise courses through the bond, a sneer tinges his deep voice; perhaps this is the way to convince him to let you go.
โ€œMy birth mother was, still is in a way. Sheโ€™s just given me renegade training, ah!โ€
Your body tenses when a fractured rib snaps back into place.
โ€œNo Bene Gesserit can be marked by soul words.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s what they want everyone to believe.โ€ You open your eyes and fix your gaze upon him. โ€œMarked sisters exists, like my mother. They are a minority and are not fully trusted to follow whatever is the Bene Gesserit end goal.โ€
A cursory check of your injuries shows you that youโ€™re left with minor scrapes.
โ€œFeyd, you donโ€™t want to associate yourself with the mess thatโ€™s my family. And I canโ€™t let the Baron have any control over my training.โ€
The training your birth parents forced upon you as protection against your soulmate, the training that makes you accepting the bonding so dangerous. Idiots, all of them! And you as well!
You let your head fall back against the stone, in your mind eye you can see yourself the way Feyd does, still bloodied and covered in perspiration, the most beautiful thing heโ€™s seen in his entire life.
โ€œYouโ€™d really think I would let my uncle play you like a puppet on a string?โ€ โ€œYou know youโ€™re a pawn in his game. Everyone in your family is, and I canโ€™t risk him using me to gain even more power.โ€
Sadness fills the bond, it comes from you in waves; youโ€™re not telling him the whole truth, though, he realizes, this is but one of the reasons why youโ€™ve been avoiding your shared destiny.
โ€œThat is not a problem anymore.โ€
Your eyes snap open and land on his white teeth, again.
Why isnโ€™t he wearing the black paint? Heโ€™s the na Baron, heโ€™s supposed to! You finally let yourself analyze this change in him. The only reason why heโ€™s stoppedโ€ฆ
โ€œYes.โ€ The low drawl of his voice halts your rambling thoughts. โ€œI had to follow you around the Imperium, right after my beloved uncle passed away, unexpectedly. A shame I couldn't mourn him properly.โ€
Flashes explode through the bond: the Emperorโ€™s Truthsayer, the body of the old Baron on the floor, his neck broken. Feyd says โ€˜belovedโ€™ but you can detect no love towards the old man.
โ€œYou passed the test. You couldnโ€™t be accused of anything.โ€ โ€œAccidents happen, soulmate. Some are happier than others.โ€ He deadpans.
Another flash: child Feyd, why is he naked? Why is his uncle there with him? You feel his pain, his shame, your words on his body. Pain! You feel like you canโ€™t breathe when you see though his child eyes the blade, and his mother's lovely eyes. Great Mother protect us! Hate, respect, greed, hate so much of it, having to scheme every single second, knowing death and only death.
You lose control of your feelings and thoughts, flooding the bond with hate, and the images of what you would have done to the old man, for what he had put Feyd through.
โ€œIโ€™m glad heโ€™s passed, I wouldnโ€™t have been able to wait for an accident to happen.โ€ You say. โ€œAnd I wouldnโ€™t have passed the test.โ€
Pride comes from him, and relief, like a warm embrace and it would be so easy to surrender to him, to your destiny.
โ€œWhy are you still trying to run?โ€ย 
Feydโ€™s voice is so low, you feel his words more than hear them, warm they settle in your lower belly and you want nothing more than to let yourself go.
โ€œBecause having a soulmate is a curse, donโ€™t you understand?โ€.
Gently you take his hand. His palm is so big and warm, with your fingers you trace the callouses his training left behind; you donโ€™t trust yourself to share this memory without skin on skin contact.
Now itโ€™s Feydโ€™s turn to see through your eyes and, at the same time, from the outside, like a spectator, you as a child of one year old and two women fussing around you, he knows itโ€™s your mothers, one biological, the other adopted. He feels your panic when your biological one brushes your hair and sees the newly formed words hidden by your thick locks, the wail that leaves the two womenโ€™s mouths: what have you done wrong?ย 
โ€œMy Bene Gesserit mother had a goal, all of them do.โ€ You say, your hand still holding his. โ€œShe wanted to show the sisterhood she could be trusted, even with the soul words on her skin, that a marked sister could be as trustworthy as an unmarked one. Then she met my father.โ€ โ€œThe heir to his House.โ€ โ€œHis mentat.โ€ You smile at his surprise. โ€œI told you my family is a mess. They forgot their training, their loyalties, only their bond existed. It was only the sheer respect my adoptive parents held for my father, that saved them. They couldnโ€™t even raise me as their own, and I have to believe having a soulmate is a blessing?โ€ โ€œIt is not. But Iโ€™d rather work with it, than against it. Think of what we could achieve together.โ€
Oh, his cunning brain. You were bought up reciting the Litany Against Fear, but he had been the one truly growing up following it and you have been acting like a fool for your entire life: you canโ€™t inherit your adoptive fatherโ€™s dukedom, you will have to take a husband to share the power, as the laws of the Imperium force you to. Would you rather marry a stranger, maybe stupid and short sighted, or someone as cunning and ruthless as Feyd is? Why did your whole family never thought of this? Your adopted parents were terrible at their jobs, they were so painfully short sighted, thus crippling you!
โ€œEnjoy this moment because I will never say this again: youโ€™re right.โ€
Feyd grimaces at your words and his pain takes hold of the bond, he canโ€™t keep it under control anymore.ย 
Your hands cup his face and you push your forehead against his: youโ€™re not sure youโ€™re doing this right, not without feeling him under your palms.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ He manages to say. โ€œIโ€™m trying to assess your internal damages, shut up.โ€
Your nails embed themselves in the soft skin covering his skull as you feel every cell of his body as if they were yours: strained muscles and ligaments, one shoulder hurts and edema is forming, what else? You pinpoint the stray point of a broken rib that has ruptured his spleen: heโ€™s bleeding on the inside!
โ€œThis is going to hurt, Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
Your lips connect with his to force his body to heal, his muscles to move the stray point of the rib back where it is supposed to be and mold itself to the stump, his spleen to close the wound and reabsorb the non clotted blood. Under your hands his body twists and you have to use your prana-bindu strength to keep him in place, until youโ€™re done and every injury has healed.
โ€œWhat was that?โ€ He asks against your lips, his breath coming out harsh and fast. โ€œA witch never explains their tricks.โ€
Amidst the dead bodies and the blood, Feyd kisses you, his tongue in your mouth eager, your soft breasts against the solid planes of his chest: you taste better than anything heโ€™s ever eaten, the metallic tang of your own blood only enhances his need to absorb you within himself. You straddle him and you feel his cock, hard and thick, you canโ€™t help but grind against him, reveling in the pleasure and the pain he feels: battling the bond and your desire towards him is impossible now.
โ€œNot here.โ€ You manage to moan when he releases your mouth. โ€œDangerous.โ€ โ€œStill bossing me around.โ€ He groans when you donโ€™t stop grinding against his erection. โ€œI thought you liked it.โ€
Disengaging from one another is hard, itโ€™s a miracle you two manage, drunk as the two of you are on post-fight adrenaline, murder and lust.
โ€œNo bandits, eradicated.โ€
You feel his eyes on your body, the heath behind his words: heโ€™s not mad at you, heโ€™s hungry. Heโ€™d have you in this mass grave, if he knew no more assailant would come.ย 
โ€œWho would have come and check? No one cares about this planet.โ€ You answer.
You two make a quick work of all your belongings and head back to the village you came from.
The sky is still dark, covered by clouds that promise rain, the thick forest that surrounds the path looms on you and Feyd; perhaps thereโ€™s more enemies hidden and ready to attack. Through the bond you feel Feydโ€™s readiness for a fight, heโ€™s also ashamed of having almost lost in front of you. What should you do? How does one comfort a Giedi Prime native?ย Would he even accept your words?
You jump out of your skin when the horse appears from the forest. The poor animal looks worse for wear, having hidden from the storm somewhere, yet it lets you grab the reins and caress his mane, before it allows you and Feyd to mount his back and rush back to the village.
You hug Feyd from behind, your arms as tight as possible around the bloody backpack and his torso as wind and rain whip your face.ย  Despite the awkwardness of your temporary position, you feel lust grow in your belly, now that youโ€™re not fighting the bond. You know that a part of it comes from Feyd, from having wanted you for years, from having tried to quench his thirst in the arena and with concubines who, he imagined, looked like you. The rest is all you. No lover you had ever managed to satisfy you: none of them was truly built for you the way he is and now that your know what he tastes like, you know youโ€™re hooked and lost forever. How stupid you had been in letting the fears of your family dictate your actions, depriving yourself of him and chipping at your own strength: so much time lost!
The horse almost collapses in front of the inn, tired and foaming at the mouth it drinks from the waterhole in front of the building and ignores you and Feyd dismounting.
The owner of the inn pales when he sees you two, you can only imagine the ways Feyd might have threaten him, while you were out of commission; you donโ€™t feel sorry though, you will, but not now, all you care is climb back to your room and fuck your soulmate until you both collapse. You feel Feydโ€™s eyes burn holes in your back, his lust for you clouding his senses; it spills trough the bond and you almost choke on your own saliva with the force of it. In your entire life youโ€™ve never wanted someone as bad as you do Feyd right now, only decency stops you from taking him on the creaky stairs.
The door locking behind is final: you have nowhere else to run and hide.
You throw your backpack on the floor and turn around to truly observe your soulmate. Heโ€™s imposing in the small room, impossibly tall and hulking, he blocks your way out; only now you notice the freckles scattered on his cheekbones and you think how out of character that is: heโ€™s Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the psychotic Baron of Giedi Prime, his name puts the fear of the Gods, old and new in the hearts of men, and he has freckles so light you can barely see them.
Slowly you walk towards him and lift the tip of your finger to trace them, creating constellations on his skin; Feyd lets a low groan of pleasure escape his lips at your soft touch. One day your words on his skin will stop pulsating when you touch him, his cock will not stand into attention immediately, just because heโ€™s got a sniff of your smell; one day, in the distant future, now he moves his head to capture your fingers with his lips, sucking the digits in with a low moan. Your mouth finds his pulse point and latches there, your teeth worry the soft skin, your tongue licks his heady taste: you want to devour this man, mark him as yours for everyone to see.
โ€œI might need a quick shower.โ€ You murmur in his ear.
Fast, faster than what you would have expected, one of his hands grabs your hair (God the way he groans at the touch), the other lands possessively on your hip.
โ€œYouโ€™re not going anywhere.โ€ He growls, menacingly.
You find yourself slammed against the wall, unceremoniously, his hand the only protection for your head. You feel the recoil in your whole body, you want to cuss him, but his mouth is on yours, hungry, his teeth ready to draw blood from your lower lip. You plaster yourself against him, grab at his back with desperate hands as you reciprocate the kiss, blindly following his taste, deaf to the sound of your teeth clumsily clashing against his: youโ€™ve kissed many, but no one had felt like him, tasted the way he does.
You try to push the two of you away from the wall and towards the bed, but your strength liquefies when Feyd simply stands his ground and plasters himself better against your writhing body.
โ€œI should let you hang like this as punishment, soulmate. Tease you until you cry.โ€
You let your eyes roll for a moment at the heath in his words, then your teeth snap again on the soft skin of his neck and the moan that leaves his lips tells you that thereโ€™s more to this man, than his harsh exterior and his reputation.
You pull at the soft skin with jerky movements, clenching your teeth with as much strength as you dare use; Feyd snaps his hips against your clothed core: you can feel his raging erection through the layers of clothes you two are wearing, his lust flashes through the bond and you think youโ€™re going to come by the sheer strength of it. When you taste blood, Feyd knows and moans, a rich, deep sound of pleasure that shakes you: no other lover has accepted your need for pain and violence the way Feyd is doing right now.
He kisses you savagely when he sees his own blood on your lips and you moan at his pleasure, your hands fly to his shoulders to brace yourself against the onslaught of his teeth on your mouth, of his tongue seeking his own taste inside of you; you donโ€™t even realize you can, yet youโ€™re chanting his name through the bond, your lust only enhancing his. He needs to be inside of you, yet he canโ€™t stop kissing you, feeling your needs meld in the bond: itโ€™s heady and better than any sex heโ€™s ever had in his entire life.
โ€œBed.โ€ You moan when he releases your lips, only to bite your neck like an animal. โ€œMake me.โ€ He growls back.
You have to center yourself against the pleasure and the torment heโ€™s giving you, his hands mold themselves around your breasts, only to squeeze your tender flesh to the point of pain, his hips jackhammer against yours and you know the right angle will make you come like a horny teenager; desperate you focus inward, on your muscles and nerves, willing the pleasure to fade in the background of your conscience and your attention to be on your body, to move you two away from the wall.
Not feeling Feyd through the bond is almost worse: pulling the broadcasting of his pleasure in the background makes you hear his moans and groans even better. Heโ€™s unabashed in his lust and knowing thatโ€™s you causing all of this makes breathing difficult, yet you manage to push against his bigger frame, forcing him to walk backwards a few steps, before you let one leg fall on the floor and propel the two of you more; he digs his heels against you, effectively stopping the two of you from moving.
โ€œSeems like we are not going anywhere.โ€ He drawls and you feel the amusement through the bond. โ€œAnd there I thought you wanted to taste me.โ€ You murmur in his ear. โ€œI was told I am delicious.โ€
A flare of jealousy courses through the bond, his hands grab at your body with such a strength you know youโ€™ll wear his marks for days. Unceremoniously he throws you on the bed, his hands on your knees stop you from closing your legs.
โ€œWho are those who have already taste you?โ€ โ€œMany.โ€ You shrug. โ€œI couldnโ€™t always be good and proper, could I?โ€
The growl his dangerous and you canโ€™t find in your heart to be afraid: you want him charged up, want to feel the full force of his passion; you laugh in his face as he cuts and rips the clothes away from your body, until youโ€™re naked and ready, your own hidden weapons fallen and forgotten on the floor. The dagger heโ€™s used to cut your clothes, now travels from your neck to your torso, the sharp edge almost touching your skin, but not really.
โ€œTaste my blood, Feyd.โ€ You moan. โ€œItโ€™s something else Iโ€™m thirsty for, soulmate.โ€ Itโ€™s his dark answer.
He drives the knife through the mattress, next where your head is in a show of dominance that has your hole clench around nothing.ย 
Feyd dives between your legs, he leaves you no chance to speak when his lips curl around your clit and suck, harsh and fast, with filthy moans of pleasure that reverberate through your whole being. Your hips try to push up, stopped by his big hands, your tights clench around his head as you try to escape the pleasure, escape him, pitiful whines flow from your lips as he pushes you higher and higher, until you come with a scream.ย  Dazed by pleasure you expected Feyd to stop, to give you respite; his tongue in your hole forces your body in overdrive, his nose is pure torture against your puffy clit. With horror you realize that you have no purchase against his onslaught, no way to control his movements, but with the clenching of your legs around his head. You try to leverage against his body and his hands shoot out to grab yours, the risk of you snapping his neck enhances his lust, the lack of oxygen only spurs him on to fuck you faster, harder with his long tongue until you explode, breathless and desperate.
โ€œFeyd! Feyd! Let go!โ€
A harsh bite on your thigh is your only answer, followed by a low growl, like a rabid animal that's finally found food.ย  Through the bond you can feel his pleasure, his hunger, his lust: everything enhances your own reactions, your own blind need for his body. Youโ€™re panting now, almost no oxygen enters your lungs, because Feydโ€™s long tongue is licking you, with clockwise motions he explores your wet heath, only to nibble at your clit, forcing your body to squirm under his weight; the kick of your heels against his back only spurs him on: he can feel how overstimulated you are and it only amps up his own libido, the pain youโ€™re causing him blanks his mind and he almost comes untouched in his trousers when your pleasure becomes painful and your body is shaking wildly under his.
One of his arms falls on your tummy to block you, three fingers of his other hand are already inside of you seek that spongy part that has you jump under him when he finally finds it. You start crying when his lips suck your abused clit: thereโ€™s no mercy in the way heโ€™s handling you, just a mindless focus on pleasure. Heโ€™s canting his hips against nothing, needing your taste and, at the same time, to be buried inside of you; the way youโ€™re trying to escape spurs him on, his fingers fuck you faster, rougher they scissor your clenching muscles as you kick and scream wildly, almost as if possessed when his soft lips suck following the rough rhythm of his fingers inside of you. You tense under him and arch, the tears falling from your eyes blind you, wail like moans choke in your throat as you feel your body reaching your end, your nerves burn where heโ€™s pleasuring you, so much pleasure, too much! You squirt all over his face, and almost pass out when his fingers donโ€™t stop fucking you a his tongue leisurely licks your essence with obscene moans of appreciation at your taste.
โ€œYou truly taste delicious.โ€ He murmurs against one of the bruise on your tight. โ€œToo bad I will have to hunt down every single person whoโ€™s had you.โ€
You canโ€™t answer immediately, your brain is still tying to come down from the barrage of orgasms he forced you to go through, your skin feels oversensitive to the soft touch of his lips.
โ€œWho are those people?โ€ You ask, breathless. โ€œI only remember you.โ€
Through the bond he knows youโ€™re telling the truth: your past lovers, however many they were, donโ€™t exist anymore, in your mind thereโ€™s only him and all the pleasure heโ€™s given you.
You try to find purchase on his slick skin, until you reach the neckline of his jumper to use it to pull him up for a long kiss. You moan when you taste yourself on his lips, your taste and his mingle when his tongue massages yours slowly, his only goal is to savor you, until you are the only thing he can taste for the rest of his life.
โ€œYouโ€™re overdressed.โ€ You moan against his full lips.
You donโ€™t leave him the chance to answer. As tired as you are, already, you grab a fistful of his thick jumper and pull upwards, forcing him to remove it, or be choked, leaving him with the other layers of thinner jumpers and thermal shirts. Through the bond you send the image of his knife slicing through his clothing, he laughs but undresses hastily, leaving clothing and weapons on the floor: heโ€™s overheating and sweaty, moreover, why denying himself the feeling of your skin under his?
Youโ€™ve managed to push yourself backwards to enjoy the view of his powerful body being revealed: the thick cords of muscles and the pink nipples, his raging erection and the piercing running horizontally, through the shiny head of his cock.
โ€œDoes it hurt?โ€ You ask, concerned. โ€œNot anymore. It enhances everything.โ€ He answers.
Slowly he lays on you, his weight strangely familiar as he kisses you again, slowly, feeling every inch of your body with his, savoring the way your full breasts cushion his sturdy chest and how your hips are the perfect cradle for his. Heโ€™s surprised to find himself on his back, when you use his distraction to switch your positions; not that heโ€™s complaining, youโ€™re towering over him, giving him a nice view of your full breasts and perky nipples, while his cock is cradled between your lips, warm and drenched. His eyes fixate on the patch of hair between your legs, focused as he was on tasting you to your core, his brain has bypassed everything else and now heโ€™s fascinated by the soft, wet curls he can feel against his body.
โ€œIs it strange?โ€ You gently ask. โ€œEveryone on Giedi Prime is hairless. Itโ€™s not bad, just peculiar.โ€ He answers with a shrug.
His long fingers tentatively touch your lips and you shudder, still so sensitive, and you havenโ€™t had his cock yet.
โ€œIโ€™m not shaving, anywhere.โ€ โ€œI didnโ€™t ordered you to, and I will not let you bare yourself like that.โ€
You pinch his nipple as punishment for his answer and his cock swells under you.
โ€œI donโ€™t need your permission.โ€ You growl back. โ€œI wanted to ride you, now I have to postpone that, and itโ€™s all you fault!โ€ You add, with a wicked smile.
With as much speed your tired muscles let you, you turn around and hover your cunt over his face; you smirk at his satisfied growl and the way his hands go to your hips: itโ€™s cute he believes youโ€™re letting him have a taste again. You flick his reddened head when he tries to pull you down to his lips, he yelps in pain and you donโ€™t miss the beads of precome that appear immediately: heโ€™s truly made for you, and you only.
โ€œYouโ€™ve had your taste, now itโ€™s my turn.โ€
You ignore your hunger when you slowly lick his head and moan at the taste, heady and masculine on your tongue, and envelope his head in your lips, sucking gently, taking your time to have more until you hear his groans and his desperation through the bond, only then you take more, and more, ignoring the way his hips try to push upwards, simply blocking his movements using your prana-bindu strength, reveling in the curses and in the pain he feels. When his head hits the back of your throat he shudders, his muscles shake with the need to move and fuck your face; perhaps if he behaves youโ€™ll let him, one day, but now he is to suffer. You relax your muscles and swallow him with a moan that reverberates through the whole of him, tortured by your lips and the sight of your hole clenching over his face. He desperately tries not to come when the velvety muscles of your throat start massaging his erection and your hand caresses his heavy balls; he arches with a howl of pain when you squeeze them cruelly, and pull at them viciously, until he comes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
You swallow what you can and lick what escapes your ravenous hunger, until it pools on your tongue and you can turn around to kiss him, making him swallow his own essence, his pleasure heady in the bond.
You abandon your body over his, feeling his satisfaction and the warmth of his body; you nuzzle his long neck, so smooth and marked by your teeth. You could almost fall asleep: you feel finally sated and happy after sex, like never before. Through the bond you feel Feyd purr his satisfaction, his big hand caresses your back, following the knobs of your spine leisurely.ย 
โ€œDon't fall asleep. I'm not done with you.โ€ He growls.ย  โ€œHmm, yes please.โ€
You feel his cock stir between your bodies and prop one leg over his hip, spreading yourself for him and letting his half hard member between your lower lips. You should feel embarrassed by the renewed wetness, all you can think of is sheathing Feyd's thick cock inside of you.
โ€œYou're coming to Geidi Prime with me.โ€ He says, cupping your cheek.ย  โ€œI need to go home, lest fathers believe youโ€™ve kidnapped me and are keeping me there against my will.โ€ โ€œAs if.โ€ โ€œYou forget this communication goes both ways. Drag me by my hair?โ€ โ€œFrom the cliff.โ€ He rolls his eyes.ย  โ€œI had it under control!โ€ โ€œYou almost fell, I felt it!โ€ โ€œDon't mention it. To my family, I mean.โ€ โ€œThe cliff or the hair?โ€
You're surprised by how amused Feyd feels through the bond or that he has a sense of humor.
โ€œWe have that too, on Geidi Prime, as well as mirrors. Incredible, I know.โ€
You know youโ€™ve dehumanized him in your head for all your life: he was your personal boogeyman, not a man, albeit volatile, not someone with feelings and needs, not your soulmate, but your nightmare. You shouldn't be surprised that he's more than the warrior, and the heir to his family's name: who has been the monster, between you two, for all this time?
You cuddle closer to his warmth, your eyes falling on your spidery handwriting almost hidden by the crease of his tight; you follow the words with the tip of your finger, and cringe at how ill behaved you had been from the start.ย 
โ€œI should have known youโ€™d be hard to pin down, just from that.โ€ย  โ€œโ€˜Are you sad because you have no hair?โ€™ Great Mother, what a heinous bitch I was! You should have kept me at armโ€™s length!โ€ โ€œShow me my words.โ€ He asks.ย 
There's a heath in his voice you don't understand, but know it's not because you constantly moving means his cock gets stimulated into full hardness.ย 
Gently you start parting your hair and he finishes the work from you. He enjoys the foreign feeling of your hair on his fingers, almost ticklish but not really, soft and rough at the end of the strands, strangely fascinating since none of his past lays had hair, he's not sure what he is supposed to do with yours.ย 
โ€œYou can pull.โ€ You say with a shudder when he touches his words on you. โ€œYou need to be gentle, though. You can caress and play with it, I can teach you how to braid, if you want.โ€.
Feydโ€™s hand finds home in the roots and pulls, tentatively at first, only to use more strength when you softly moan.
โ€œI think Iโ€™ll stick to this.โ€ He growls and you know heโ€™s unlocked a new kink.
He uses his hold to pull you closer to his face and kiss you, his tongue languid in your mouth explores you, taking his time to commit your taste to memory; you scratch his neck in the attempt to gain control back, you liked having him at your mercy too much to let go and he simply tightens his hold on you, drinking down your moans of pleasure.
You straddle him, making sure your warm cunt envelopes his erection and start grinding slowly, letting him feel how wet you are, and ready for his cock; he turns you two, towering over you and you simply arch your back towards him, feeling his eyes on your breasts and perky nipples when you start massaging them, keening and moaning with need. His control snaps, his teeth find your soft flesh to nibble, his lips to suck marks as your legs curl around his frame to cradle him as close as possible to yourself, your nails stretching and raking down his long back in retaliation: the more you hurt him, the savager he becomes, in a cycle only enhanced by your shared brain.
โ€œNow! Now!โ€ You squeal after a particularly harsh bite, feeling your cunt clench painfully around nothing.
Feyd releases your breast with a pop, observing his handiwork with pride: youโ€™re covered with his teeth marks and your cunt is so puffy and leaking sweet cream, only because heโ€™s hurt you, and you him.
His hard cock is exquisite torture, so heavy between his legs heโ€™s in agony when your hand starts jacking him, making sure heโ€™s wet and beyond ready for your cunt, to the point he has to slap your hand away, or heโ€™ll come all over your tummy; he canโ€™t have that, not when your hole is clenching and wet and ready. You arch your back when he breaches you, his head is fat and the piercing only enhances the feeling of him against your wall; through the bond you feel his pleasure, how hard it is for him to control himself and not come, it all amplifies your own lust and need, your hips snapping upwards to take him faster and itโ€™s the sweetest pain, being stretched too early, having your cunt pummeled open and molded to fit his thick cock, until heโ€™s fully seated inside of you, with a long groan of pleasure.
Feyd has to keep his eyes closed, the thin thread of his control almost snapping with every breath he takes: heโ€™s imagined this, heโ€™s spilled in his own hands countless times to the fantasy of you sheathing him inside yourself, and reality canโ€™t compare. Your insides are the softest velvet, your muscles the cruelest of vices around his cock that he can barely grind against you when you start whining. His strength deserts him and he falls on you, managing to catch his weight on his bent arm when your cunt tries to suck him; he can barely breathe your scent in, his body almost in overdrive with pleasure when your hands grab his buttocks to push him in deeper, desperate to feel him in every crevice of your body.
You lock your feet on his tailbone, forcing him to grind against your puffy clit, battered muscles as tight as possible around him in the desperate quest to fuse him with yourself, the piercing pure torture against your G spot. You scratch his back savagely when your orgasm starts to crest, your body squirms under him, clutches his tighter as the band in your belly tightens and tightens, your shared pleasure only enhancing his own need to lose himself inside of you. It hurts to grind against you, it hurts to wait for your pleasure to explode and he can barely contain himself when you sob your pleasure as if heโ€™s hurting you, your nails stabbing him when you come, howling and crying, him following you with guttural, animal sounds he can barely suppress against your skin.
You caress his back and hug him as close as possible as he keeps coming inside of you, his orgasm almost never ending fills you to the brink with his thick cum, his whines of painful pleasure cause a smaller orgasm to rip through you torturing him even more, until all his strength is lost and heโ€™s trembling in your arms, skin so sensitive your caresses feel like lashings.
You feel all of it through the bond, along with his unwillingness to stop touching you through the torment your skin is for him now. Awkwardly you try to send soothing feelings to him, helping him to calm down from the incredible high that the coupling had been for him. You know, because he remembers disjointed memories of his dreams of you, of him waking up hard and desperate and alone, needing your soft touch and having to settle for his own hand. He had hated you in those moments, his body shaken by those painful orgasms that tasted like ashes, that were never truly satisfactory. With a stab of jealousy you see the people he fucked, brutal and fast, imaging you in their stead, and even that wasnโ€™t enough to sate his hunger, now? Now heโ€™s in heaven, having felt pleasure like never before in his life.
You have to use all your prana-bindu strength to roll you two on the side, Feyd is basically dead weight in your arms, before you hug him as tight as possible, only wishing to have a knife at hand to protect you two in this unfamiliar environment, the one embedded on the bed has fallen and you canโ€™t reach it.
โ€œThe owner would rather kill himself than dare disturb us.โ€
Feydโ€™s voice is tired and low, a rumble you feel in your whole body.
โ€œWhat did you do?โ€
You can feel Feydโ€™s wicked smile against your throat.
โ€œNothing. Just exchanged a few friendly words after you fainted.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m electing to ignore whatever has happened.โ€ You say. โ€œIโ€™m sorry it took me so long to come around.โ€ You add, awkwardly
You feel how tired he is, moving his head away from the crook of your neck is almost impossible for him.
โ€œYou have all the time to make up for it. Now sleep, youโ€™re going to need it, that I can promise.โ€
You shiver against him. Neither of you are going home any time soon and thereโ€™s all the time in the world to negotiate the route back.
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aryxchse ยท 8 months ago
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the same type of blue. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.
a / n : the history book on the shelf, is always repeating itself. and i won't shut up about how logan lerman and his wife being sally and poseidon in my head
warnings : emotional, i can't warm up to paul im sorry, sally and poseidon should've been an endgame but idek how, mentioning past, you looking like sally, crying, some of the hera cabin power mentions that i had in mind
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the moment sally jackson met you, was the moment she saw her teenage self in your eyes.
you were this funny and bubbly girl who was too nice for your own good. you had these mother instict in you that later she found out it was because of your mother being hera. you would always say what type of marriage you imagine with percy and how many kids do you want. one boy and one girl, doesn't matter who's the older. the girl was going to have percy's eyes, but the boy will have yours.
and it always put a smile on her face to listen you talk about your dreams so comfortly to her. because she saw herself in those dreams. they were once her dreams too.
percy looked and acted too much like poseidon for sally's own good. he would unknowingly make his dad's jokes, and would call you 'darling' like he did to her back then. all these little details would remind sally her past love.
it was a barbeque day for the jackson-blofis family at the montauk cabin. where you were obviously invited, and poseidon, obviously was not. he liked to show up in family gatherings once in a while, to spend some time with his son or suprisingly, estelle.
you and sally prepared the table as the boys made the meat while laughing at something. paul and poseidon had this awkward friendship that always made you giggle. and percy would chat with his biological dad more often, since he felt more comfortable with him. don't get me wrong, he loved paul. all of you loved paul. but poseidon's warm energy made him easier to talk.
you never thought you'd have a dinner with a god but here you were, eating a meal with one of the most powerful gods ever existed. poseidon was really good at making people forget that he's a god, the one that rules the seven seas.
after the dinner, percy and you started to clean the area as paul went inside to watch this new game he followed, you didn't really paid attention. sally stayed outside, smelling the sea's calming scent, her bare feet dipping in the sand.
she looked over were poseidon and estelle was playing. he made sand castles with her as he laughed like a true grandpa. it made sally chuckle too, seeing him acting all fatherly with her daughter.
"he wants to make up for it," you said, and it made sally slightly jump. you apologised while putting a hand on her shoulder. "you know, since he couldn't look out for percy and you."
sally's eyes started to water up, but she managed to crack a smile. "how do you know this?" she asked. you shrugged, "i can feel a parent's feelings, even if they're a god. weird power, i know." you chuckled at the end with her.
"he didn't had any choice," sally muttered, looking at the sea again. you nodded. "i know, but he still feels bad. he really loves you sally, still like the first time." your whispering words made sally want to breakdown right then and there, but she only sighed.
"baby!" percy called behind you, smiling like a little kid. you both turned around as you made your way to percy, giggling. once again, it reminded sally the good times. but she wasn't alone this time, poseidon could also see the similarities between them. how you had sally's hair back then like how she used it, and how percy was a literal copy of himself.
sally sat next to poseidon as he sat there silently, watching his son and his girlfriend chase eachother around the beach, just like he and sally did. estelle was asleep in his arms, the calm energy he radiated making the girl fall asleep immediatly.
"they're just like us." poseidon whispered, not looking at the woman he still loved. sally smiled, not that he would see. "yeah. but a better version." she responded.
"one that ends happily unlike us." he agreed, too afraid to look in her eyes. sally didn't said anything, and the past lovers watched their son having the time of his life with the girl he loved.
suddenly percy lifted you up on his shoulders and ran into the water with you, still being clothed. you whined the moment you swimmed up. "percy it's not fair!" you yelled at him between your giggles.
"m' wet too baby, see? there's nothing unfair in this!" percy laughed with her, hugging her waist tightly so that she won't slip away.
"you used to do that too," sally whispered to poseidon, smile hurting her cheeks at this point. poseidon mimicked her facial expressions as he nodded quickly.
"and you would always whine like her." he chuckled, making the woman laugh along with him.
percy stepped out from the water with the help of the waves, still holding you in his arms in bridal style. while he made his way into the cabin, he spinned you around once in a while to make you laugh.
"he's really your son." sally chuckled, watching the couple enter the cabin.
"he's our son." poseidon corrected. he finally faced the woman, and saw the tears perking in her eyes through a smile. this was sally jackson, the woman he loved the most. smiling through everything.
he made the tears go away with a flick of his hand, too afraid to touch her. "a proof that our love was real, not a dream i had."
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l0stglitch ยท 11 days ago
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Hi I hope you're doing well! Anyways, how do you think the four boys (Dwayne, David, Marko, Paul) would react if we just ran away, like went to our friends house and refused to come back to the cave? Also what punishments do they give, like after we ran away and in general? Also sorry if my grammer is bad English isn't my first language, anyways have a good day/night!
Running away headcannons
Platonic Yandere lost boys x reader
Notes- Hey Iโ€™m doing great thanks! Your English is very good- I couldnโ€™t tell you werenโ€™t a native speaker :)
Warnings- Choking, Yandere behaviour, Confinement, Psychological abuse, Dehumanisation
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โ€ข I think itโ€™s safe to say all four of your fathers would be absolutely LIVID if you ran away.
โ€ข They genuinely donโ€™t understand why you would even think to do something so senseless. After all, it was them who saved you from your biological family when you first moved to Santa Carla.
โ€ข Not only that, but you had also stolen Dwayneโ€™s bike (his being the obvious choice, as you spent the most time on it).
โ€ข They discovered your absence a few hours after you had snuck out, but couldnโ€™t go after you due to the burning rays of the July sun.
โ€ข Meanwhile, you had found yourself at Bethanyโ€™s house. She knew enough about your parents to gladly let you stay as long as you need, despite your warnings about how dangerous they are.
โ€ข Coming back to the boys, I think their individual reactions would vary. Dwayne would be more worried than pissed off. The thought of his baby girl being out there alone without their protection fills him with this hopeless dread. Heโ€™s not even mad about the bike because heโ€™s so scared that youโ€™ve crashed somewhere and are lying under a mangled pile of metal, injured and alone.
โ€ข Marko is also terrified for you. As Iโ€™ve said before, heโ€™s in denial about you growing up, so he wonโ€™t even entertain the idea that you might be able to look after yourself. Heโ€™s not used to being afraid. Out of everyone in the pack itโ€™s generally agreed that Marko is the most sadistic and violent when it comes to preying on humans. He thrives off of scaring people (you included) so the fact that you are scaring him makes him angry.
โ€ข He finds himself pacing the cave, eyes shining a brilliant yellow and fangs on display as he pictures the moment they find you. David eventually has to tell him to knock it off or heโ€™ll tire himself out before nightfall.
โ€ข Speaking of David, I think that out of everyone heโ€™d be the least panicky. Thatโ€™s not to say he isnโ€™t worried about you, but he understands you better than the others do. He knows that it takes careful planning to pull off a stunt like this, and you arenโ€™t stupid enough to get yourself caught up in anything too dangerous.
โ€ข This stems from the fact that Davidโ€™s obsession with you doesnโ€™t come from a deep rooted paternal desire like it does for the others. Sure, he loves you as his daughter and feels a strong sense of pride that they were the ones to mould you into who you are today, but itโ€™s more complicated than that.
โ€ข The more you grow, the more he sees himself and the others within you, but beneath all that is someone else. A small fragment of a broken child waiting to spiral into something else. Thatโ€™s what intrigues him. That hidden part of you locked behind years of painful love and comforting abuse.
โ€ข Paulโ€™s reaction is a lot simpler than Davidโ€™s. He feels guilty that their previous argument with you has led to you doing something so drastic. Itโ€™s not that he doesnโ€™t trust you, he just doesnโ€™t trust all the creepy men around that could hurt you.
โ€ข I donโ€™t think heโ€™d be on the verge of a complete meltdown like Dwayne and Marko, but heโ€™d definitely be on edge, with a million different scenarios playing out through his head.
โ€ข Once the sun is finally down, it wouldnโ€™t take them long to find you. You werenโ€™t stupid enough to leave Dwayneโ€™s bike right outside Bethanyโ€™s house, but it was still close enough for your fathers to track you down with relative ease.
โ€ข The only problem they faced was actually getting to you. Vampires have to be invited inside, and there was no way Bethanyโ€™s mother was going to let in a group of leather clad punks demanding to see their fifteen year old daughter.
โ€ข So naturally, they went to Max and begged asked him to politely introduce himself as your uncle and bring you home.
โ€ข Of course, with his charming nature Max had no problem getting invited into Bethanyโ€™s home.
โ€ข In all fairness, he didnโ€™t lie. Sure, he had left out the part where Marko choked you until you were on the verge of passing out, but nothing he did say was untrue. It was more just a careful avoidance of certain details.
โ€ข You knew you were in deep shit when you came downstairs for dinner and saw your uncle sat at the table with a plate of lasagne of his own.
โ€ข It was an awkward dinner, well for you at least. Bethโ€™s mum seemed pretty into Max, and he clearly loved the attention.
โ€ข Once the meal was over, Max announced that he would be taking you home, his tone stern- a subtle warning for you not to argue.
โ€ข So you didnโ€™t argue. At least, not until you were out of Bethanyโ€™s house.
โ€ข As soon as her door clicked shut you bolted.
โ€ข It was a stupid idea really. Maxโ€™s car was parked right outside the driveway, so even if you did manage to get away from him, heโ€™d easily be able to chase you down in the vehicle.
โ€ข It wasnโ€™t Max who caught you though. In fact, he made little effort to chase you as you ran.
โ€ข That didnโ€™t strike you as odd until the street you were sprinting down was suddenly lit by a harsh white light.
โ€ข For a moment you thought it was a car speeding towards you, but as your eyes adjusted it became clear that there were three beams of light, not two.
โ€ข Your fathers had been waiting round the corner for you and Max.
โ€ข You, being a stubborn teenager, didnโ€™t stop running. You ignored the aggressive revving of their engines and legged it down the road.
โ€ข The gleaming headlights honed in on you, allowing no darkness to conceal your desperate escape.
โ€ข Their bikes almost seemed to leap forwards after you, as if they were an extension of your fathers, feeding from their obsessions.
โ€ข It only took a matter of seconds for them to catch up to you, even after you veered from the road and tried to make a break for the forest at the end of the street.
โ€ข They had you surrounded in an instant. David in front, Marko to your right and Dwayne and Paul sharing a bike to your left.
โ€ข Perhaps you would have found the sight amusing if it wasnโ€™t for that look in their eyes.
โ€ข This must have been what it felt like to be a deer. Trapped under the gazes of four hungry wolves, with your only advantage being your primal fear of being dragged back to the cave- something that you knew would be your inevitable fate.
โ€ข Despite the futility of the situation, you still tried to break past them, spinning on your heel and dashing to the gap between Marko and Davidโ€™s bikes.
โ€ข For a fleeting second you truly believed you had succeeded in getting past them, but then a hand snared in the neck of your top and yanked you back.
โ€ข The force of it pulled you to the ground, where you lay momentarily stunned, choking for air.
โ€ข David was quick the dismount his bike, crouching over where you lay on the sidewalk.
โ€ข There was nothing you could do except stare up at him, dazed as he pulled you to your feet and forced you onto the back of his bike.
โ€ข They didnโ€™t speak to you on the ride back, only stopping once to pick up Dwayneโ€™s discarded bike (after youโ€™d been forced to hand over the keys).
โ€ข The only conversation was between Marko and Paul, who seemed almost giddy to return to the cave. You expected that from Marko, always the sadist, but Paul? That stung a little. You supposed he was just feeding off of his mateโ€™s energy.
โ€ข David was clearly pissed off. You were surprised he hadnโ€™t berated you yet, but it seemed as though he was waiting to get home for your punishment.
โ€ข As for Dwayne, you could tell he was deeply disappointed that you had even wanted to leave them, let alone actually do it.
โ€ข When it comes to punishments, David is usually in charge. Heโ€™s the leader of the pack and therefore creates the rules and enforces them the most out of everyone.
โ€ข The only exception being when Marko occasionally decides to make a new rule without telling any of the others so when you inevitably break it, he punishes you.
โ€ข There was a lot of debate between them about what the punishment for running away should be.
โ€ข Dwayne was more inclined to taking away certain privileges. No trips to the boardwalk, no choice in what you get to eat, no visiting Uncle Max and Thorn, etc.
โ€ข Marko would rather just break your legs. It solves the issue of you running away in the future and makes you completely dependent on them, solidifying how much you need your fathers to help you.
โ€ข In the end though, David gets the final call. He decided that if you donโ€™t want to be around them then fine, but it wonโ€™t be in your terms.
โ€ข They left you chained up like a dog in a secluded part of the cave- far from where your fathers would be spending much of their time.
โ€ข You were left there for two months, only seeing David once a day when he brought you a bottle of water and a ham sandwich.
โ€ข Being treated like an animal slowly chips away at your sanity. Davidโ€™s silent glare and the bland flavours of your basic meal are the only markers of the time spend in the darkness.
โ€ข The chain around your ankle feels heavier the longer youโ€™re there. Your weight loss making you weaker by the day as you almost forget that Dwayne, Marko and Paul must be somewhere in the cave as well.
โ€ข You wondered if they thought about you as little as you thought about them.
โ€ข It felt like years before David finally brought a key along with your meagre meal.
โ€ข He watched silently as you ate your sandwich. You kept your gaze averted, staring at those cold leather boots as you chewed your way through the stale bread.
โ€ข โ€œNot in the mood for talkinโ€™ huh?โ€
โ€ข David twisted the keys around between his fingers. Your silence wasnโ€™t much of a surprise to him, after all it had been a whole two months since you had spoken to him or your other fathers. He briefly wondered if youโ€™d been talking to yourself to cope with the loneliness.
โ€ข How much damage could enough isolation do to a person?
โ€ข The chain unlocked with a small click, but you still made no effort to move.
โ€ข David sighed and cupped your cheek, guiding you to look at him. โ€œYouโ€™re free now, punishmentโ€™s over. Cmon, the others have missed you.โ€
โ€ข You let him help you stand up- something you hadnโ€™t done it a long time.
โ€ข David guided you back to the main area where Dwayne, Marko and Paul waited restlessly to see you again.
โ€ข Dwayne was the first to rush over to you, enveloping you in a big hug. You didnโ€™t return it. It was hard to feel anything but the cold chill that still remained after those two long months.
โ€ข Your fathers were quick to wrap you in a thick blanket and curl up on the couch. Marko was practically spoon feeding you the bolognaise they had prepared earlier that day, but you hardly noticed.
โ€ข No one admitted it out loud, but it was clear that your isolation had scarred you a lot worse than a pair of broken legs from Marko wouldโ€™ve.
โ€ข They were going to need to put in a lot of work to get you back.
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RE2R!Leon x Singlemom!F!Reader
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โ€œWill Leon finally come with us to school tomorrow?โ€ Dash quietly asks, interrupting the silence that settled over the both of you as you were just about to fall asleep. You look down and are greeted by open eyes, his little head propped up on your arm as he snuggles up with a teddy bear.
โ€œHe was busy the last time and the time before that but he said heโ€™ll make it up to us,โ€ he added. โ€œDid you ask him again? He mightโ€™ve forgotten about tomorrow.โ€
You stroke his hair, pressing a light kiss to his hairline as you try to lull him to sleep.
โ€œMhm, he said that heโ€™s good to go tomorrow. Leonโ€™s excited coz itโ€™s going to be his first time tomorrow,โ€ you say in a hushed tone. You donโ€™t need to open your eyes to know that heโ€™s grinning wide, too excited to fall asleep easily now.
โ€œI should go ask Leonโ€“โ€
โ€œNo, heโ€™s probably asleep in his own room. Itโ€™ll be impolite to disturb him, right?โ€ you ask in a sing-song voice.
โ€œYeah,โ€ he mutters somewhat dejectedly though not upset about the fact.
โ€œHow about tomorrow morning instead, over breakfast?โ€
He nods and mumbles a quick goodnight, turning over to face the wall as he wills himself to fall asleep.
If his father was still in the picture, he would be the one accompanying the both of you to tomorrowโ€™s parent-teacher conference. Unfortunately he bowed out of the picture as soon as you were discharged, nowhere to be found until you heard that he was probably somewhere tropical on a boat with another woman. You were left behind lost and directionless, confused on how to raise a baby alone; you really thought that you were set with him and your small family but people always change, no matter the circumstance. Fortunately, you have a doting childhood best friend who was ready to step into the picture as a stand-in for a father figure despite having little to no experience with little kids, much less newborns: Leon. He was young as well but he took his part seriously and practically raised your bundle of joy alongside youโ€“ volunteering to wake up at various points at night for feeding, bathing, and tagging along for monthly check-ups. His bond with Dash is so close that upon first look, people often assumed that the two were biologically related. Teething was far from easyโ€“ many nights Dash's crying seemed endless with a steady flow of tears, nothing seemed to calm him down yet he stayed patient and helped you throughout. Now, heโ€™s happy that the baby that once puked on his blues is growing up to be a strong and cheerful child.
Leon did everything he could to be there just so Dash could feel that he had a complete set of parents during family activities. He dismissed the judgemental glances of other mothers upon seeing the three of you, you and him looking far younger than everyone else but he could care lessโ€“ what do they know about your family anyway? The blond promised the kid that he would come along for the first parent-teacher conference but unfortunately he was paged in for an important shift, one that he couldnโ€™t refuse so he had to apologize profusely and promise another time. Much to his dismay, he was placed in another important shift and couldnโ€™t opt out once more. As much as he praised and appreciated the kidโ€™s display of maturity and understanding, he felt like a real jerk for being unable to stick to his promise the second time around even if he couldnโ€™t do anything about it. You assured him that itโ€™s all fine and that he can make up for it through other things, like taking him for a walk in the park or getting him a new toy. As soon as you show him the circular for the third meeting, he spends the entire week heavily wishing that nothing goes wrong within the week so he can finally be there for the kid he considers his son. In his excitement, he digs out a rare-used light blue button up and navy blue slacks, ironing them and asking if theyโ€™re appropriate for the occasion if paired with white sneakers.
The car is buzzing with excitement and positivity, you and Dash sat together at the back while Leon drives. Dashโ€™s favorite songs are playing on the radio, courtesy of Leon asking him to list down his favorites so he can have them burned into a CD so heโ€™ll have something to put on when your sweet little boy goes on a ride with him. His gaze flits from the road to the rear view mirror, chuckling quietly to himself when he sees the two of you engage in a lively conversation. Both of your laughter is unguarded and free of self-consciousness, a hearty and throaty sound straight from the heart; your lips are pulled back to form a smile that rivals the sun, your cheeks lift and forms two round apples with a beauty and glow that prompts him to release a breath he didnโ€™t know he was holding. Leon thinks that undeniably, Dash is a 100 percent a mamaโ€™s boy: the tilt of his grin is like yours, along with your habit of tilting your head back with every bubbly laugh, and the tendency to clap your hands. In no time, Leon arrives at the schoolโ€™s parking lot and finds an empty space to park in.
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โ€œI see that dadโ€™s here,โ€ Mrs. Perkins comments as she sees Dash carried in Leonโ€™s arms. She softly smiles, offering a seat to the both of you before extending her hand to shake his. You and Leon take a moment to exchange flustered sheepish looks, matching rosy flushes reddening your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Dash grins and giggles, covering his grin with his hand as he looks on at this adorably awkward scene unfold.
โ€œHeโ€™s notโ€“โ€
โ€œIโ€™m notโ€“โ€
The teacher looks at the both of you and chuckles softly as she clasps her hands together. โ€œYes?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m Dashโ€™s uncle, actuallyโ€“ his momโ€™s best friend. Iโ€™m Leon Kennedy by the way,โ€ he awkwardly clarifies as he shakes her hand.
โ€œOoh, good day mister Kennedy! Itโ€™s nice to see you.โ€
Mrs. Perkins doesnโ€™t appear to buy the whole โ€˜momโ€™s best friendโ€™ thing, shooting you two a knowing look before she pulls her hand back from the handshake and gestures for you both to take a seat.
The meet-up goes well; the teacher is full of praise and pride in your sonโ€™s academic performance; she remarks that he is quite bright for his ageโ€“ he knows a lot of words that his peers donโ€™t know yet, asks questions atypical for his age, and is very well-known for his creativity when it comes to arts and crafts activities. Leonโ€™s heart only swells even more when he notices that youโ€™ve reached over to hold his hand, squeezing rhythmically. He breaks his gaze from the teacher to take a moment and study your face; your dimplesโ€“ two perfect indentations in the side of both cheeksโ€“ appear as you try to press your lips into a tight smile though he notes the expressive shimmer in your eyes, your joy contagious. He canโ€™t help but letย  out a soft chuckle, squeezing your hand back. He gives the little boy a high-five before ruffling his head in a display of affection.
โ€œWeโ€™ve got a little Einstein in our hands,โ€ Leon jokes once the teacher concludes her remarks. โ€œWell done bud, weโ€™re proud of you!โ€
As a reward for his academic performance, you and Leon treat him to ice cream. Though youโ€™re taking initiative to pay for the snack since you can afford to do so, Leon persists on paying for everyone. After a little while, Dash insists on going to the playground and you both agree to let him play for a few hours until he wants to stop. Your best friend insists on being the one to watch over, giving you time to sit down and rest up for a bit while Leon plays and runs around with your son, madly entertaining Dash. An hour or two later, the pair returns back to you for a water break to catch their breaths for a moment. As you wipe your sonโ€™s little face, he asks a question.
โ€œMama, why isnโ€™t Leon my dad?โ€ He asks in such an innocent voice. You hear a muffled choke come from your side, a tomato-faced Leon trying to conceal his coughing. โ€œDoesnโ€™t he want to be my dad? Heโ€™s here for both of us and he loves us too.โ€
You stare at him with a surprised expression while Leon clears his throat, clearly just as taken aback as you. Children are such upfront little people.
โ€œLeon, you love us right?โ€ He asks with expectant eyes.
โ€œYes, buddy. So, so much.โ€
You look up at Leon and give him a soft smile and he returns a shaky yet genuine smile of his own.
โ€œMom, do you love Leon?โ€
โ€œWhat? Of course I do! Heโ€™s my best friend! Weโ€™ve been friends ever since we were as small as you were! Right, Leon?โ€
โ€œYup! Weโ€™re just very close friends, we care for each other yโ€™know.โ€ A pang rattles Leonโ€™s heartโ€“ whatever you said shouldnโ€™t sting this much but it does and he feels embarrassed. โ€œIโ€™ll just throw this bottle. Iโ€™ll be back guys.โ€
You watch as Leon walks over to the bin, the sweat on his hair glistening under the afternoon sun. Itโ€™s only right for you to hand him a towel and get him some more water.
โ€œEven Mrs. Perkins thinks heโ€™s my dad,โ€ Dash quietly mumbles to himself as he fumbles with his shoe laces right before you bend down and help him out. Leon returns and asks Dash if heโ€™s ready to go, to which he responds enthusiastically before they go running to the swings once again.
โ€œLeon!โ€ You exclaim before he gets too far. He turns around and you toss him a towel, to which he smiles at the gesture before wiping his cheeks and forehead. As he turns back, you wished that you had handed it to him instead so your hands would brush by accident.
As you sit and watch on to the sight of two of the most important people in your life, both with endearingly gleaming smiles as they run around, it deeply occurs to you just how deeply Leonโ€™s life is woven with yours and Dashโ€™s; he treated Dash as if he were his own, offering sleepless nights of support and assistance for when things get rough. Although you were hesitant to accept help from him, especially since you saw your baby as a responsibility you should take on alone, he stepped into the father-figure role naturally. Heโ€™s become everything you both needed without even trying; his kindness, endless patience, and humorโ€“ itโ€™s all just the small bits of a love youโ€™re beginning to see. Youโ€™ve been leaning on him in ways that feel less like friendship and more like something else, something fiercer and more potent and it scares you because the last thing you want to be is to depend on him entirely, feeling like a freeloader. As he playfully lifts your son up into his arms, youโ€™re struck with an emotion you canโ€™t ignoreโ€“ a feeling both powerful and terrifying. Every instance of his support, every sacrifice he made, all the moments he showed up when no one else wouldโ€“ your affections have quietly been growing all along. You smile at him, chuckling to yourself as the depth of your own feelings stun you.
โ€œMama!โ€ Dash calls out, waving. โ€œCome play with us!โ€
โ€œYeah!โ€ Leon adds, cupping his hands around his mouth. โ€œItโ€™ll be fun!โ€
โ€œAlright, alright!โ€ You say, skipping over to them.
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The playground trip lasted all afternoon, effectively tiring out your hyper little bundle of joy who is now fast asleep in Leonโ€™s arms. You both agree to call it a day, walking back to the car to put him in his child seat. He checks on you too but you reassure him that youโ€™re fine and happy that Dashโ€™s happy.
โ€œItโ€™s no biggie,โ€ Leon says in a hushed voice as he gives you a boyish grin. โ€œIโ€™m glad I finally got to come along.โ€
โ€œThanks,โ€ you tell him. โ€œIโ€™m glad too. I havenโ€™t seen him this energetic in a while.โ€
The soft hum of the engine blends with the rustle of the wind outside, filling the quiet car with a sense of peace as everyone finds themselves content with the dayโ€™s activities. You rest your head against the window, the cool glass a soothing contrast to the warmth on your cheeks. Leon drives with a quiet focus, fingers occasionally drumming against the steering wheel to an imaginary melody in his mind. He glances over with a small smile, to which you return as your tired eyes meet briefly. Sometime along the drive, Leon gently breaks the silence.
โ€œHis teacher thought we were his parents back there,โ€ he recounts. โ€œDoes she know aboutโ€ฆโ€
You know heโ€™s hinting at whether or not Dashโ€™s teacher knows about the situation between you and his biological father.
โ€œNo, she doesnโ€™t. I prefer to keep things private,โ€ you respond.
โ€œYeah, I totally understand it but uhโ€ฆ she got me kind of nervous earlier.โ€
Your heart rate spikes up, realizing that he felt the same as you didโ€“ flustered and giddy.
โ€œSame, I didnโ€™t realize that some people would see us like that.โ€
โ€œMaybe weโ€™re just so compatible with each other that people think weโ€™re married or something,โ€ he jokes but the streetlight briefly shines on his face, revealing a bloom of pink on his cheeks.
โ€œWell if people think weโ€™re married, maybe weโ€™re giving off very convincing chemistry,โ€ you say with a grin and a raise of an eyebrow.
Not too long after, you both arrive back home. You move to unbuckle Dash and gently rouse him as you carry him inside before washing him up. Leon finishes up with securing his car and offers to pat him dry as you put away his bath soaps. After getting him dressed and settled into bed, you take the time to look after yourself and have a bath. You hear the second bathroom door click shut right before the high-pitched creak of the shower handle so Leon mustโ€™ve gone to shower now, probably just as worn-out as your son is.
Leonโ€™s always admired how you handle everything gracefullyโ€“ the late nights, endless responsibilitiesโ€“ wondering how you do it all without crumbling under the immense pressure. Itโ€™s impossible for him to ignore his heart ache with something heโ€™s dreamt of for so long, all the feelings heโ€™s kept under lock and key out of fear that heโ€™ll fuck everything up if he lets even a small sliver of it slip out. He finds himself admiring you more than he should, that unspoken affection thatโ€™s more than just concern for a dear friend growing over time with each shared laughter, tears, and struggle. Heโ€™s remained loyal by your side as a best friend and a fun father-figure to Dash but he catches his mind constantly slip into the idea of being more than just your best friend, someone you can lean on as a partnerโ€“ to be the one to hold you when youโ€™re tired and takes care when you and your son are both tired for as long as he can. These thoughts scare him because Leon doesnโ€™t want to risk the bonds you three have formed but he canโ€™t help but wonder if youโ€™ll see him the way he sees you. He doesnโ€™t want to make you any more upset and distrusting, especially with the absence of Dashโ€™s biological father; he canโ€™t help but feel a wave of protective anger rush over him at the thought of someone walking away from his best friend and her son but in that moment when Mrs. Perkins referred to him as Dashโ€™s dad, a fizzy sense of belonging spread through him. In that moment, he allowed himself to indulge in the thoughts of actually stepping into that role, to be there for both of them in a way that you clearly both needed and deserved but he guesses that youโ€™re hesitant on the idea of having a partner again so he swallows his feelings and prioritizes yours first.
He hears the door to the bathroom open up, footfalls fading to the direction of your bedroom. Leon gets up from his spot on the couch and heads upstairs, spotting you; youโ€™re in your sleep clothes, towel-drying your hair as you walk to your room.ย 
โ€œHey,โ€ he softly begins as he fumbles with a loose thread on the hem of his sleep shirt. โ€œDo you wanna sit outside on the porch with me? Itโ€™s fine if you donโ€™t, I know itโ€™s been a long day.โ€
As good as sleeping sounds, a personal one-on-one time with Leon sounds somehow better. Itโ€™s been a long time since youโ€™ve both spent some time togetherโ€“ talking about nonsense and something other than work, so itโ€™ll be a nice moment to catch up despite literally living together.
โ€œIโ€™m good with that,โ€ you respond. โ€œJust hold on though, Iโ€™m drying my hair.โ€
โ€œOkay,โ€ he exhales with a smile. โ€œIโ€™ll wait outside!โ€
You swiftly wring the water out of your hair and brush it before you throw on a sweatshirt then head out. You pass Dashโ€™s room once more and heโ€™s still out like a light, soft hushed snores filling the otherwise silent room. All the lights in the house are out and everything is still and peaceful. You see Leonโ€™s frame sitting on the porch, hands braced on both his sides as he stretches his tartan pajama-clad legs.
โ€œHey, you.โ€
He turns around and pats the spot beside him. โ€œHey, yourself.โ€
You sit beside him and do some stretching of your own, yawning as you do so. The cold breeze tickles your face and sends a few strands of Leonโ€™s bangs poking upwards.
โ€œI just wanna sit in here until the morning comes,โ€ he says with a wistful sigh as he shakes his head, trying to get his bangs to move out of his eyes.
โ€œI wouldnโ€™t mind, honestly. As long as itโ€™s with you,โ€ you gently nudge him with your elbow.
โ€œEven if Iโ€™ll crack the corniest jokes?โ€
โ€œEspecially with your corniest jokes.โ€
A short silence befalls the both of you before the blond beside you pipes up again.
โ€œHey, if weโ€™ll still be taking the time at night to sit on this porch twenty years from now, what do you think weโ€™ll be talking about?โ€
You hum in thought, fingers drumming against the steps.
โ€œI dunno, but I know youโ€™re probably still making me laugh. Iโ€™d be on board with that.โ€
He chuckles, a hushed release of air. Silence settles again as both of you take in the scenery in frontโ€“ an empty road, swaying tree leaves, and the sparkle of stars overhead amidst the clear sky. Sitting on a porch is a fairly plain activity, one that you have done quite often and way before Dash arrived in your life but doing these with Leon always felt exceptionally different; back in childhood, this was your thing every Friday nightโ€“ you, him, and what appeared to be the best view in town in your small corner of the universe. Stars, the breeze, and your favorite person right by your side is all you ever needed to unwind after a long day.
โ€œHis fiancรฉ invited me to their wedding,โ€ you quietly admit. You catch Leonโ€™s head turning to face you, interest evident in his face.
โ€œWho?โ€ he asks.
โ€œOh, you know. Him, my ex. Theyโ€™re getting married. I donโ€™t even know how she found me.โ€
Leonโ€™s face falls, eyes glinting with some form of pity. He moves closer to you, arm pressed against yours as he moves to wrap you into a snug hug.
โ€œIโ€™m fine, Leon, seriously. Iโ€™ve moved on. I donโ€™t want anything to do with him and neither does my son so I donโ€™t think I ever have to see him again. Iโ€™ve healed and Iโ€™m moving on,โ€ you firmly say but you donโ€™t make an effort to push him off, sinking into his hug instead.
โ€œI know. Youโ€™re very brave and strong and you handle everything like a champ but this is still really insensitive of them to do,โ€ his voice comes out slightly muffled.
โ€œI blocked her number and account on all platforms I could find her so sheโ€™ll never reach me again,โ€ you reassure him with a grin. โ€œSo donโ€™t worry about me getting my heart broken, okay? I know better than to talk to that good-for-nothing, piece of shit.โ€
You smile at the slight jostle of Leonโ€™s frame, knowing that heโ€™s laughing at you calling your ex a piece of shit as you hug him back, resting your chin on his shoulder as you smile in contentment.
โ€œYou deserve someone better than that and donโ€™t worry, if he pulls something stupid Iโ€™m going to sock him in the nuts,โ€ he declares.
โ€œSounds like a plan,โ€ you laugh. โ€œAnd for the record, I think I know someone whoโ€™s definitely better than that.โ€
โ€œWho?โ€
โ€œYou.โ€
โ€œMe?โ€
โ€œYup.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m taking this as a pretty big compliment. I guess Iโ€™ll have to prove it to you, huh?โ€ His voice is warm as he rubs the back of his neck, a mechanism he does when heโ€™s flustered.
โ€œYeah, and youโ€™ve got plenty of time to prove it to me since youโ€™re going to be stuck with me forever,โ€ you joke back.
โ€œThat sounds like shit,โ€ Leon loudly says, which earns a shove from you. โ€œOw!โ€
โ€œShut up, as if you wouldnโ€™t be bored and lost without me.โ€
โ€œFair point,โ€ he concedes.
The night drags on with you and him engaging in friendly banter and in an unspoken competition to make the other snort mid-chortle. With each number the short hand of a clock points to, the solitude that the night offers turns into the perfect opportunity to say things that you two would normally be shy to talk about. Youโ€™re not sure if itโ€™s the exhaustion thatโ€™s clouding both your judgements or the howl of the wind against your ears but youโ€™re slightly thankful that it led to this moment.
โ€œIโ€™m getting kind of tired,โ€ you say.
โ€œMe too,โ€ Leon agrees, dusting off his pants after long hours of laughing as he gets ready to get up and call it a night.
โ€œNo, not just thatโ€ฆโ€
Leon looks over to you concerned, features losing the smile it had and replaced with a look of urgency and concern. โ€œYou alright?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m justโ€ฆ Iโ€™m getting tired of pretending that I donโ€™t want to kiss you every time you smile like that,โ€ you admit as a heat creeps up to your face as if you were sitting near a bonfire. Heโ€™s stunned silent now, staring at you with an intense gaze and for some reason, this prompts you to go on.
โ€œI want to finally say things that Iโ€™ve only ever said to you in my head and it sounds crazy but not as crazy as I am about you.โ€
Leon sat frozen like a deer caught in headlights, mind racing in circles and each thought colliding while all he could do was stare wide-eyed and madly flustered. Your stomach feels pitted when you see the shock on Leonโ€™s face, an icky regret creeping up to engulf you in shame and self-loathing. A lump lodges in your throat as you scramble to form words to apologize to him.
โ€œNo, no, itโ€™s not thatโ€“ I swear. Itโ€™s just that Iโ€™m really, really caught off-guard because me too,โ€ his words tumble out. โ€œI mean, I feel the same way. Iโ€™ve loved you for a while now and I just didnโ€™t know how to say or deal with it because I thought that you wouldnโ€™t be open to dating.โ€
Despite the quake in his palms, he takes your hand in his and gives it a grounding squeeze.
โ€œI didnโ€™t want to say anything or act on how I felt because I was afraid that Iโ€™d ruin everything that we formed together and Iโ€™d lose you forever. Itโ€™s funny how my whole life I have loved you and I was completely fine with us being best friends.โ€
His words draw a small chuckle from you, the swarm of butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach. You feel as if youโ€™re stuck in a rapidly turning whirlwind, your world spinning with each glance of his affectionate smile.
โ€œIf youโ€™d let me, Iโ€™d love to be there for you and Dash.โ€ He says with a determined expression. โ€œI want to be someone you can depend on in a way beyond close friends, if youโ€™ll have me. Iโ€™ll always be here.โ€
You thought that you were too complicated, that no one would willingly take on the challenge of your little family but here is Leon, sharing his heart and devotion and now it all makes perfect sense. You and Dash deserve someone like him, someone who loved the both of you wholly and saw you both as someone to love and protect and not just another obligation.. It was the kind of love you thought you could never ever have, the sort that youโ€™d quietly given up on. Tonight has shown that you could finally allow him to be the partner and father that he already was at heart. The sensation of his thumb brush against your knuckles brought you back on this porch, met with such a tender gaze that your breath caught in your chest. He leaned in closer but only hovered above your lips in such dizzying proximity, your answer coming out in a shaky yet soft exhale as your lips meet in a seal to a new promise as the rest of the world melted away.
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A Hidden Desire
Chapter 1 - Curious Fascination
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Summary: Caesar rarely has time to reflect, and when he does he always finds himself falling down this same path...
Rating: T (Eventual NSFW)
Word Count: 2.5k
Relationships: Eventual Caesar x Fem!Human Reader
Warnings: mentions animal mating, and sexual themes
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***If you are under 18 I would advise not reading, this is not an explicit chapter but this will be a story that explores nsfw themes later on. Best to just not go down the path to begin with. Be safe***
Caesar sat alone outside his nest, legs hanging over the edge of the porch wrapped around his home. The early morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees below, casting dappled shadows on the floor of the colony, a mosaic of light and dark as his people began to awake. It was in these quiet moments, away from the watchful eyes of his fellow apes, that Caesar allowed himself to ponder his life thus far. And despite his attempts to stray from the thoughts, more often than not lately, his mind was drawn towards the mystery of humanity.
Perhaps it was the absence of humans that had drawn this interest, or maybe it was a slow build of his pent-up, biological desires. Despite the scars of betrayal and the bitter memories of conflict, a stubborn fascination with humans lingered in Caesar's heart. It was a curiosity born not of naivety, but of a deep, unshakable connection to his past. Raised by a human father, Caesar had been nurtured with love and compassion, qualities he had come to cherish and emulate. It's what has contributed to his success as a leader and guide for ape kind.
Caesar knows who he isโ€ฆ he is an ape; he is not human. He is proud of where he is and how far he and his people have come. Theyโ€™ve established their own community and developed a society. And he has the right to take full responsibility for all of it. Yet, there were still moments when Caesar found himself longing for the simple human experiences he once shared with his father. He missed the quiet evenings spent reading books together, the way his fatherโ€™s voice would bring the stories to life. He missed the warmth of a home, the smell of fresh cooking, and the classical piano music that would echo through the halls during rainy days. These memories were bittersweet, a reminder of a time when the world, to him, seemed simpler, and the lines between ape and human were not so starkly drawn.
Despite these things he missed, he was still able to look back, smile, and move forward with his day, knowing that this was exactly where he was meant to be. There were other things though, about humanity, that had always drawn upon a certain kind of curiosity, even to this day. A curiosity and fascination that he was never quite able to quench even when he lived with his human family. He had been too young to fully grasp the concept at the time. He was just coming to the age where his body yearned for that understanding and developed interest when everything began to fall apart.
Humans had intriguing courting rituals. The displays of affection he saw between his father and mother were just commonplace when he was growing up with them. He assumed it was normal, but it most definitely was not. His years with his own kind have been enlightening for him. All those things he saw among humans, being through courting, affection, even matingโ€ฆ he assumed he would one day experience that as well, but these rituals were not normal amongst his kind.
He had held onto that desire to understand, know, and feel those same things he had witnessed among not just his parents, but the other humans he had seen on television, in books, and in the videos he had begun to stumble across in his curious search for answers. Heโ€™s come to realize that the only way to fully understand those feelings would be to experience it himselfโ€ฆ but at this point it was simply out of the question. Humans have been gone for a long time, and he had his people to worry about, he couldnโ€™t get distracted by some human-indoctrinated fantasy. Heโ€™s come to accept that.
During their first year in Muir Woods, he had done his fair share of โ€œmessing aroundโ€ as humans would say, trying to find a proper mate to fulfill those human needs he was still clinging to, but there hadnโ€™t been a single one that had been capable of satiating him. They didnโ€™t make the noises like he was hoping, and out of all the ones heโ€™d taken back to his nest, only Cornelia had agreed to lie on her back while he had his way with her, she did not question him like the others had with his odd requestโ€ฆ The ordeal had been uncomfortable, and she had squirmed far too much for there to have been any enjoyment. And every timeโ€ฆ It was short. By the time he was beginning to feel that urgency and burn in his gut, the females were no longer interested.ย  There was no intimacy or โ€œforeplayโ€ as humans say.
None of it was human like he craved.
It took him some time, but he had to accept that the desires held in his heart were not meant to be fulfilled. It was an unnatural feeling he craved as an ape and he could not jeopardize the apesโ€™ future for his silly human-influenced lust.
So, Caesar married Cornelia more out of the convenience of friendship than love. They were well acquainted with each other, and as the leader, he was expected to take on a mate to produce an heir. Cornelia was strong and kind, qualities that made her a fitting partner in the eyes of the colony. Her frequent respect and loyalty without question to Caesar opened a door for him that brought enough satiation to distract him from his human feelings. She was always willing to appeal to his odd human fantasies even without knowledge of where he got such wild ideas.ย 
Their relationship had been one of mutual respect and understanding. Cornelia had always supported Caesarโ€™s leadership, offering wise counsel and a steady presence. She understood the burdens he carried and stood by him through the many trials they faced. Though their bond was not one of passionate love, it was built on a foundation of trust and shared responsibility.
She bore him twin sons, Blue Eyes and Cornelius. The birth of his sons was a moment of joy, but it was also marked by profound sorrow, as Cornelia did not survive the ordeal. Twins amongst chimpanzees were extremely rare as well as extremely dangerous for the mother. It was a surprise marked with excitement and dread, both parents knowing the cost it may have.
Caesar mourned for her deeply, not just for the loss of a companion, but for the future they might have shared. Her death left a void in his heart, a reminder of the fragility of life and the sacrifices made in the name of survival. Now, with the weight of leadership pressing down on him, Caesar faced the expectation to find another mate. Yet, he had no desire to choose from among the apes in his colony. His heart was not ready to open again, and the memories of his human upbringing made the prospect even more complicated; those feelings and desires that have chased him his entire life resurfacing.
He twisted around to glance inside his hut to see both his sons still fast asleep. They were curled around each other, Corneliusโ€™ head tucked up beneath Blue Eyes' chin. Caesar felt a pang of longing. He wanted to give them the same warmth and security he had known as a child. The legacy of his father, the human who had raised him, loomed large in his mind. A legacy of love and understanding, one that he hoped to pass on to Blue Eyes and Cornelius, even as he navigated the complexities of his own heart.
He doesnโ€™t picture ever being able to bring another female into his life like he did their mother, there being no foundation of attraction or desire, nor a mutual respect like he and Cornelia did. Yet, he knew that for the sake of his sons and his people, he would need to find a way to reconcile his past with the future that lay ahead. Eventually, he will have to find another mateโ€ฆ a Queen like the colony deservesโ€ฆ and a mother like his sons deserve.
Caesar watched the sun continue to rise above the canopy of trees, lost in his never-ending thoughts. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds provided a soothing backdrop to his reflections.
Suddenly, a familiar presence approached from behind, taking a seat beside him. Rocket looks sideways at him with a kind smile, and Caesar returns it, lifting his arm to place it around his friendโ€™s shoulders.
โ€œThinking about the past again?โ€ Rocket signs.
Caesar nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turned away to look over the trees once more. Rocket had a way of lightening the mood, even in the heaviest of moments.
โ€œYou know, itโ€™s been a couple of winters since Corneliaโ€ฆโ€ He hesitated, then continued with a teasing grin. โ€œMaybe itโ€™s time you found someone new?โ€
Caesarโ€™s smile faded slightly. He appreciated Rocketโ€™s concern, but the idea of going through the process of finding another mate felt distant and unappealing. He signed back, his movements deliberate and calm.
โ€œIโ€™m not interested, Rocket.โ€
Rocket raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. He signed back with exaggerated gestures, trying to coax a different response.
โ€œCome on, there are plenty of females in the colony. Strong, kind, beautifulโ€ฆโ€ He paused, then added with a gleam in his eye, โ€œAnd they all admire you.โ€
Caesar shook his head, his expression serious. He appreciated Rocketโ€™s efforts, but his heart wasnโ€™t in it. He signed slowly, choosing his words carefully.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m well over Cornelia. Itโ€™s not about her. I justโ€ฆ donโ€™t feel that way about anyone here.โ€
Rocketโ€™s playful demeanor shifted to one of concern. He signed back, his movements slower and more thoughtful.
โ€œBut why? Whatโ€™s wrong?โ€
Caesar hesitated. He knew Rocket wouldnโ€™t understand the full depth of his feelings, the complex mix of his human thoughts and desires, and the expectations of his role as leader. It is not something he thinks he can repress twice over. He signed back, his movements gentle but firm.
โ€œItโ€™s complicated. You wouldnโ€™t understand.โ€
Rocket looked at him for a long moment, then nodded slowly. He didnโ€™t push further, sensing that this was a boundary Caesar wasnโ€™t ready to cross. Instead, he offered a supportive smile and signed back.
โ€œAlright, my friend. Just know that weโ€™re here for you, no matter whatโ€ฆ If you ever have certain needsโ€ฆ. Without wanting a mate, we can work something out.โ€
Caesar nodded, grateful for Rocketโ€™s understanding, and amused at the irony of his suggestion. As his friend turned to leave, Caesar grunted. His time of reflection has ended, and the quest to begin the day's chores is soon to begin.
Caesar walked into the colony, where the other apes were busy with their daily tasks. The air was filled with the sounds of chatter and activity, indicative of the thriving community they had built. Caesar felt proud as he observed their bustling life. As he navigated through the colony, he received respect and admiration from those he passed. The apes looked up to him not just as their leader, but as a symbol of hope and promise for their future. He paused by the central fire, where Maurice was tending to the flames.
โ€œCaesar, you seem troubled this morning.โ€
Caesar sighed, sitting down beside Maurice. He had never spoken outright about his โ€˜problemโ€™, but he had a strong suspicion that Maurice already had a general idea.ย  He had seen the way Caesar had looked at human women, and he had been the one Caesar spoke to about his frustration with ape mating rituals. The orangutan was wise and perceptive, sometimes a bit more so than Caesar would like. But at a time like this, having a friend to speak with about his problem, however discreet it was the way they spoke, it brought on some relief. He signed slowly, his movements reflecting the weight of his thoughts.
โ€œRocket thinks I should find another mate. He doesnโ€™t understand why I canโ€™t.โ€
Maurice nodded, his eyes filled with an understanding deeper than another ape would reflect about this issue. He signed back, his gestures calm and reassuring, speaking prudently just as Caesar did.
โ€œItโ€™s not easy to move on from the past. But sometimes you must follow your heart, Caesar, despite how you may think it will look to others.โ€
Caesar felt a relief wash over him unlike any other heโ€™d felt before. Hearing his dear friendโ€™s indirect approval and understanding helped distinguish the guilt and disgust heโ€™s felt towards himself since coming to the woods.
โ€œThank you, Maurice. I know I will never be able to act on my feelings, but hearing your words of acceptance brings me relief.โ€
Maurice smiled, placing a hand on Caesarโ€™s shoulder. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over them. At that moment, Caesar felt a sense of peace. He knew that the journey ahead would be challenging, but he was not alone. This was something he could get past. He has matured very much through the years, he is capable of putting his desires behind him for the sake of his sons and his people.
The tranquility of the moment was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Kobaโ€™s scouting party. The group of apes, led by Kobaโ€™s most trusted scouts, moved swiftly through the colony. Caesar and Maurice exchanged a glance before rising to meet them.
The lead scout, a burly ape named Grey, signed quickly, his movements sharp and precise.
โ€œCaesar, we found something. A small human camp, not far from here.โ€
Caesarโ€™s eyes narrowed, his mind racing. The presence of humans so close to their territory was a cause for concern.ย  They hadnโ€™t seen humans nearby for several winters now, and who knew what they were up toโ€ฆ He turned to Rocket, who had just joined them, his expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
โ€œRocket, find Koba. We need to check this out. Gather a small group. We leave immediately.โ€
Rocket nodded, his playful demeanor replaced by his serious resolve. He signed back.
โ€œUnderstood. Iโ€™ll get the others.โ€
As Rocket moved to assemble the team, Caesar turned back to Grey.
โ€œTell me more about this camp. How many humans? What are they doing?โ€
Grey signed back, his gestures deliberate.
โ€œThere are only a few men, one woman. They seem to be setting up a temporary shelter. We didnโ€™t get too close, but it looks like they might be staying for a while.โ€
Caesar nodded. The presence of humans so close to their territory could mean many things, and he needed to understand their intentions. He turned to Maurice, who had been listening quietly.
โ€œMaurice, keep an eye on the colony while weโ€™re gone. Make sure everyone stays alert.โ€
Maurice nodded, his expression serious.
โ€œBe careful, Caesar.โ€
With a final nod, Caesar turned to join Rocket and the others.
Thank you all so much for reading! I have much planned for this story and I hope to keep this inspiration train rolling! You all would be much help to get it to continue, by showing your support. If you would like me to make a tag list just let me know and I can definitely make that happen. I'm very excited to kick start this story!
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byerseason ยท 2 months ago
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stranger things fandom is the only place on earth where people watch a found family trope and see literal step siblings that the show keeps highlighting and say โ€œi think will doesnโ€™t like elevenโ€ and itโ€™s all because he didnโ€™t sacrifice himself for el yet.
el lying about her entire life is silly and cute but will *lying* (yes, they say that) about helping el fix her project is horrible. and will was the one saying she shouldnโ€™t be lying to mike.
mike changing the entire topic in rinkomania and yapping about will rolling his eyes isnโ€™t a problem, but will responding with โ€œwhat about us?โ€ is the most selfish thing ever.
will saying โ€œweโ€™re her brothers and weโ€™re familyโ€ doesnโ€™t mean anything because he just had to save the situation. he deeply hates her.
will being the only one asking if she is okay and almost crying doesnโ€™t mean anything because that was probably just millie and noahโ€™s bond.
will is the worst for not keeping mike and elโ€™s relationship in check and not letting mike know about everything in elโ€™s life.
he is the worst for not being a saint and knowing el was lying to mike for months.
he is also so selfish for expecting the bare minimum from his life long best friend which is just being best friends again and not being ignored.
he is so annoying for not being able to let go of his childhood after losing it with horrible traumas and expecting his friends to give him a SINGLE day. but mike ditching all his friends for the entire summer is cute.
it doesnโ€™t mean anything when everyone ignored dustin but will, because he probably just wanted to play games.
he is also a horrible person for not standing up against elโ€™s bullies after being bullied for who he is for his entire life, by his entire town and school and even biological father.
and also, him brutally sacrificing his feelings for mike and elโ€™s relationship doesnโ€™t mean he loves el because he only did that for himself.
in conclusion, every character is allowed to do every wrong until itโ€™s will byers who is the closest to being perfect.
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imtryingbuck ยท 1 year ago
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Pebbles
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~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader
Summary: you tell Nat something (great at summaries I know)
Word count: 842
Warnings: angst with fluff. mentions of cheating (readers ex) Nat being in love with reader. pregnancy. protective avengers. heavy use of pet namesย 
Translation: ะปัŽะฑะธั‚ - loves (if wrong let me know please)
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Running all the way to Natโ€™s room, managing to slip past everyone who tries to get a hold of you, concern filling their eyes.
All you need is Nat. Nat will make everything better, you was sure of it.
Knocking on the door to her room you bounce on your heels for her to hurry up and answer.
You was about to knock again when her door answered.
โ€œY-Y/n, whatโ€™s happened? Come hereโ€
โ€œI need to tell you somethingโ€
โ€œAnything baby you know thisโ€. She says as she moves the hair away from your face.
ย "I know I could trust you so I came here." You say with tears streaming down your cheeks.
โ€œSweetheart you can, please finish what you were sayingโ€. Natโ€™s heart breaks at the sight of your tears, wishing she could stop them from falling.
โ€œAdamโ€™s-โ€œย Natโ€™s jaw clenched at the name of your ex who stupidly let go of the best thing he was ever going to have in his worthless life โ€œnew girlfriend messaged me saying that her and him were sleeping together for two months before I walked in on them, an-and she said its my fault that they keep arguing. Natty Iโ€™ve n-not done anythi-anything wr-wr-wr-โ€œ
โ€œBaby breathe, oh Y/n breathe with meโ€ Even with her green eyes focused on your trembling body she could see your twos friends at the door.ย She could feel the anger coming from them.
Theyโ€™ve known you for as long as theyโ€™ve known Pepper, her being your auntie whoโ€™s raised you since you were a kid, introduced you to everyone. Straight away after Nat met you she had a crush and everyone knew it, even Pepper. She was devastated when she found out you had a boyfriend.ย 
โ€œI-Iโ€™m so-sorry Nattyโ€
โ€œNo printsessa donโ€™t apologise, its not your faultโ€
โ€œSh-she said he knows about Pebbles b-but Natty she called Pebble a bast-โ€œ
โ€œItโ€™s okay baby, itโ€™s going to be alri-โ€œ
โ€œWhat if he tries to take Pebble away from us?โ€
She smirked, silently daring him to take their Pebbles away from them. Just so she could finally do what she promised you she wouldnโ€™t do.
Natasha had found you crying in your room that Tony had given you for whenever you wanted to stay at the tower. You told her that you had walked in on Adam having sex with a woman in your bed, and then you dropped another bomb on her. You was pregnant. You had found out a week before, you hadnโ€™t gotten around to tell him as you was still working on the gift you was going to give him.
Angry Nat scared a lot of people, Nat on a war path? terrified everyone including the Avengers.
Her heart and mind were at loggerheads with what you had just told her. Her heart told her hold you tight and reassure you everything was going to be okay. Her mind went straight to murder.
Reluctantly she listened to her heart, holding you long after you pasted out. Whispering promises that sheโ€™ll help you raise the baby.
It had been two months since she gained the courage to ask you out, and as the weeks go by during your pregnancy she reminds you that sheโ€™s here and sheโ€™s never leaving her ะปัŽะฑะธั‚.ย 
Everyone closest to you didnโ€™t bat an eye or care that she was willing to help you raise a baby that wasnโ€™t biologically hers because to them Pebbles - the name given by Morgan - was Natashaโ€™s, no matter what.
And if your ex wanted to try and take the baby it would be the most dumbest thing he would ever do. They will protect their family at all cost.
โ€œHeโ€™s not going to angel I promise!โ€ Nat says as she holds you tighter.
โ€œHeโ€™ll have to get through all of us first sweet girlโ€ Tony says as he comes in to the room, followed by the rest.
โ€œWhen did she send you the messages Y/n/n?โ€ Wanda questions.
Pulling away from Nat you looked down at your small bump โ€œtwo weeks ago-Iโ€™m so sorry Nattyโ€
โ€œItโ€™s okay, but why didnโ€™t you tell me love?โ€
โ€œI thought I could handle it myself, i didnโ€™t reply to anything she said thinking she would just leave me alone but she wonโ€™tโ€ You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, causing Nat to pull your hand away.
โ€œYouโ€™re so tired arenโ€™t you?โ€ She watches as you nod, yawing at the same time โ€œcome, letโ€™s get you into bed okay baby?โ€
โ€œB-but his girlf-โ€œ
โ€œIโ€™ll deal with it, I promise. Now please sleep. I love youโ€.
โ€œI love you too Nattyโ€ you mumble and as soon as your head hits the pillow, youโ€™re in dreamland.
Nat kept her promise by dealing with your exes girlfriend, no more messages were sent to you and Adam didnโ€™t try and take Pebbles away.
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Giving birth to a healthy baby girl, Nat continued to keep her promise by sticking by you.
Alisa Pebbles Romanoff was truly spoilt by both of her mamas.
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~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~
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sandypelo ยท 2 years ago
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one piece made me realize how good the found family trope is,,there r so many found families in op that icanโ€™t even fit them all if i wanted to.liek the way one piece masters the concept of โ€œyou can find your family anywhereโ€. if u love the found family trope and havent watched one piece literaly what are u doing
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one piece shows that you can still find your family even when you lose yours,, you arent forced to consider biological family your real family.sanji abandoning his terrible abusive biological family and finding zeff, and later joining the straw hats,, robin watching her mother and her community dying in front of her, having sauls parting words be that she will one day find friends who truly care about her,,years later meeting the straw hats, who literally declared war on the world to save her and would do it again,, law also saw his family and community die before his eyes and became consumed with hate ,,doflamingo found him and spent 3 years manipulating him and trying to mold him into a monster ,which then corazon takes law after hearing that law carries the will of d,,law and cora grow a bond , cora doing anything to save the terminally ill boy and protecting him from the hands of doflamingo,,when cora dies, law is determined to avenge his death, and he commemorates him through every single thing he does,, law learns that there was never a reason corazon loved him,and that you cant stick a reason to why somebody loves you
found family in one piece is important cuz it shows that a family can be anything. theres no such thing as to what a family is supposed to look like,, it represents many of the reasons why found family comes to be. loss, abuse, bonds,,your family is just people that genuinely respect and care about you
the lesson here is that the found family trope solos and one piece is goated
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fairiesdowntheroad ยท 1 year ago
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SHE LOVES CONTROL ; prologue.
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summary โ€” being a woman is difficult.what about being a woman who is pursuing a career in motorsports? you would be met with pandemonium.that was the story of her life.always having to fight for a place among the big leagues ; in this case the men just to prove she belonged in the sport.
her last name didnโ€™t help her much either.the world would continue to bark and bite away at her confidence โ€” even more so if they knew of her family ties.that was the reason why she chose to race under a different name,everyone would respect her so called โ€œunderdogโ€ story after all.
the drivers wereโ€ฆ.alright to say the least.she knew of their prying eyes and judging stares when she had first made her appearance on the grid.thankfully,there were a few diamonds in the rough to help her out.for now,she just needed to prove herself to everyone ; quench her hunger for victory.this was going to be a wild season..
pairing โ€” f1 22-23 grid x fem driver!reader,love interest tbd
warnings โ€” misogyny.
teaser | prologue | chapter 1
FROM J โ›…๏ธ : hello everyone!! the prologue is here <3 itโ€™s just a little teaser to Y/N and her character,also her friendship with albonoooo ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ sheโ€™ll interact with the other drivers soon,donโ€™t worry! please lmk your thoughts and if you want to be added to the taglist!
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โ€œWho run the world? Girls! Y/N Y/LN to race for Formula 1 โ€” establishing her place as the first woman to race in the big leagues since Maria Teresa de Filippisโ€
โ€œDo women really belong in Motorsport? What makes Y/N Y/LN so special?โ€
โ€œA recipe for disaster: Y/N Y/LNโ€™s Formula 1 debut and what it could mean for the future of motorsportโ€
Headline after headline.
Articles either criticising her every move or stating their unwavering support for her.
She read each and every article published about the news โ€” eager to know how the world would react.A part of her already made peace with the reality that there would be people reacting terribly towards the news ; let it be a man or woman.The men simply viewed her inferior to the other drivers,commenting on how her biological capabilities were โ€œleagues awayโ€ from the other nineteenโ€ฆ..just because of what was between her legs.The women on the other hand were possesiveโ€ฆthinking she would steal away their beloved drivers because she definetly was the only female presence on the paddock.
It was humorous really,how a mere woman wanting her career to align with motorsports could cause such an uprise of reactions among everyone.
Her eyes scanned over the headlines again and again.Laughing at the things they had to say.She found the articles scrutinising her every move amusing โ€” it was ironic how they perceived her as โ€˜unworthyโ€™ of a seat.
Yet,she did beat everyone else in Formula 2 in terms of pointsโ€ฆclaiming her place as the champion.
Becoming the champion of Formula 2 was a tough fight.She had stayed there for a few years,giving it her all to stand above all with victory โ€” and she did in the end.Did they hate her because she was victorious? Or was it because she had rightfully earned her place among the others? She would never know..not like she wanted to anyway.
โ€œYou havenโ€™t even had your debut,yet youโ€™re causing an uproar on the internetโ€ he hummed in amusement standing next to her while he observed her reading the words on her phone.His british accent was hard to miss as she chuckled along with him.โ€œI think itโ€™s admirableโ€ Alex added on with his voice filled with sincerity.A bashful smile made its way on her face,flattered and touched by his words.
โ€œThat makes me a little more hungry to prove to everyone I belong hereโ€ she admitted with a chuckle.She was eternally grateful for the little support she had coming from him and her familyโ€ฆthough she was more discreet when it came to the family part.He placed a hand on her shoulder squeezing it softly.
โ€œYou will.โ€ he nodded his head,patting her back before making his way to the car.Her nerves buzzed with excitement ; her last race as a reserve driver.A few more months,and that seat would be hers.She felt remorseful for Latifi because he lost his seatโ€ฆbut it would be her turn to take on the mantle now.She would take his place since he didnโ€™t perform.
That was Formula 1.
A sport dependant on results.If you didnโ€™t deliver, it was best to kiss your seat goodbye.She could only cross her fingers and pray the 2023 season was kind to her.She needed the team to see her resultsโ€ฆ.see her effort.There was no way she worked her ass off just to quit now.Thankfully,James Vowles was there to see her worth.She had caught his eye โ€” he was watching her races in Formula 2,undoubtedly raising his expectations with the performance she served on the track.
It was only a matter of time until she was offered a seat,he was unwilling to let such talent go to waste.
Williams.
Not her first choice for a team when it came to making her debut but โ€” she was eternally grateful she had a seat regardless.It was also a step closer to Mercedesโ€ฆ.even if she didnโ€™t want aim to race with them.
Not when he would be there.
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BAHRAIN 23โ€™ : THURSDAY.
โ€œHow do you feel about making your Formula 1 debut this Sunday?โ€ the reporter asked curiously as he jotted down notes in his journal.The two RedBull drivers on her left and right turned their heads to observe her,eager to know what she had to say.
โ€œItโ€™s definitely nerve wracking โ€” Iโ€™m feeling quite nervous to be honestโ€ she admitted with a shy smile.Max and Checo chuckled softly at her words,the 2-time world champion nodding in understanding on how she would feel.
โ€œButโ€ฆI feel excited as well.I want to prove to everyone that I deserve to be here just as much as the others.With Williams and Alex supporting me,I hope I can do exactly thatโ€ she finished her sentence,putting down the mic as fans clapped at her answer.It was diplomatic ; she was biting her tongue and choosing not to express her true feelings.
If she had the right to be a 100% honest there would be a lot more ofโ€ฆ.colourful words being spoken.
The fans were definetly a plot twist.Hearing them cheer for her was heartwarming.She still did recieve her fair share of hate,but she would โ€œfocus on the positivesโ€ โ€” just like dad advised.He was all the wiser when it came to motorsports anyway.
โ€Well Y/N,I hope the season treats you well.Youโ€™ve already made a name for yourself so Iโ€™m sure all will go smoothlyโ€the reporter replied to her,the girl smiling bashfully and thanking him for his kind wishes.๏ฟผ
The press conference ended after a few more questions being thrown here and there.She walked over to the managers with a pep to her step while maintaining the calm expression on her faceโ€ฆ.even if her heart felt like it was about to burst.Alex stood there as well with small smile gracing his face.Her first press conference as a Formula 1 Driver! It was a milestone to her.
โ€œYou did amazingโ€ Thea โ€” her newly appointed PR Manager said with a smile.She chuckled softly,taking the water bottle she was offered with for a sip.Her heart screamed with excitement,adrenaline coursing through her veins even if it was only Thursday.There were three more days for her to impress everyone.
She shaked off her train of thoughts with a smile.Opening her mouth,she answered with a cheeky response.
โ€œI hope I can do the same on-track thenโ€
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starhvney ยท 19 days ago
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What are the ethnicities you hc for the aphmau characters?
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๐€๐๐‡๐Œ๐€๐” ๐‚๐‡๐€๐‘๐€๐‚๐“๐„๐‘ ๐„๐“๐‡๐๐ˆ๐‚๐ˆ๐“๐ˆ๐„๐’ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐…๐€๐‚๐„ ๐‚๐‹๐€๐ˆ๐Œ๐’
๐€/๐: i love this question ty so much for asking me!! itโ€™s so fun to just freeball it since the characters are literal pixels haha. on top of the ethnicities, i also paired my updated face claims i have for them.
(in advance, iโ€™d like to apologize if i give an ethnicity to a character and the face claim i gave doesnโ€™t really match it? i personally have a hard time associating features with ethnicities, and i pulled the pictures from pinterest so it was hard to confirm all of the face model's origins. i tried my best to do the research.)
anyways, i also included some diaries characters in here as well! i tried to group them all in a way that was coherent so i hope it all makes sense!
๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“
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๐ƒ๐„๐‘๐„๐Š & ๐‘๐€๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹ ๐‹๐˜๐‚๐€๐: i really canโ€™t see them as being anything other than native american. i just think itโ€™s a perfect match for them
๐€๐€๐‘๐Ž๐ & ๐Œ๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐’๐€: native american, obviously like their parents.ย 
side note: i did some research and found out that some native american people have short hair and cut it, while others keep it long for tradition and only cut it for grieving purposes. so i think it makes sense to hc them as thisโ€”though long hair on all of them would be awesome, too. anyways, please educate me if iโ€™m wrong on this!
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๐™๐€๐‚๐Š: hispanic, though i havenโ€™t decided on specifics
๐’๐˜๐‹๐•๐€๐๐๐€: hispanic, more specifically latina/mexican
๐€๐๐‡๐Œ๐€๐”: just like jess, iโ€™ve always viewed her self insert as latina, too.
๐“๐„๐‘๐‘๐˜: i had trouble deciding for both him and travis, but i think i landed on him being french
๐“๐‘๐€๐•๐ˆ๐’: we donโ€™t see his mom in mys, but we see her in mcd and she literally just looks like him. so iโ€™ll say travis is also mostly french and possible mixed with another ethnicity to account for his nice tan
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๐†๐€๐‘๐“๐„: that is a white man. heโ€™s from oโ€™khasis, so i feel like heโ€™s straight up an englishman.
๐™๐ˆ๐€๐๐๐€: i see her as a small amount of mediterranean, specifically greek, mixed with scandinavian.ย 
๐†๐€๐‘๐‘๐Ž๐“๐‡: garroth takes more after garte, though i think heโ€™d have the bits of green in his eyes and tall nose from his mother.ย 
๐™๐€๐๐„: zane looks more like his mother, with his dark eyes and pale skin, though he has his fathers eyes and the curse of burning in the sun like a vampire from the english side.
๐•๐˜๐‹๐€๐ƒ: he looks the most like zianna, and the unknown biological father seemed to have been european as well based on his skin?
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๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐‚: scottish (af) (samesies)
๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐™๐€๐๐„๐“๐‡: british
๐Š๐€๐“๐„๐‹๐˜๐ & ๐Š๐€๐‚๐„๐˜: british and scottish. the whole family is paler than a sheet of paper
side note: i wish we saw more of katelynโ€™s other little brothers :(
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๐‡๐€๐˜๐ƒ๐„๐: undecided, though iโ€™m leaning towards maybe spaniard and croatian? pretty sure the face model i chose for him is part italian, though.
๐‹๐€๐”๐‘๐€๐๐‚๐„: he was difficult for me to decide on, because i feel like canonically he kind of presents as just a tan white man, but i like to think of him as a mix of northern italian and romanian!
๐‚๐€๐ƒ๐„๐๐™๐€: i personally view cadenza as being a little mix of scottish or irish, with her pale skin, ginger hair, and big blue eyes, it just makes the most sense to me.
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๐Œ๐€๐‘๐ˆ๐€: puerto rican mayhapsies?
๐ƒ๐€๐๐“๐„ & ๐†๐„๐๐„: iโ€™m not sure why, but i always thought of dante and gene as being mixed with being hispanic and asian ever since i was younger. in my subj3 fic, i more specifically wrote them to be half puerto rican and half korean!
๐’๐€๐’๐‡๐€: russian/eastern european
๐™๐„๐๐ˆ๐—: i have a face claim for him, but i havenโ€™t thought of specifics on him yet. iโ€™m leaning towards at least part hispanic, though.
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๐‡๐˜๐‘๐ˆ๐€: iโ€™m not sure, but definitely european.
๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐€: since hyria is white, i like to think lucinda is half white and mixed with a little greek and a little indian from her father!
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๐๐€๐๐€ ๐€๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐ƒ๐€: based on her name and her character design being clearly based off of japanese culture, i view her as being fully japanese!
๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐„ ๐•๐Ž๐ ๐‘๐Ž๐’๐„๐๐๐„๐‘๐†: if not clear by her last name, she is so very clearly german to me. both by her last name and her coloring.
๐“๐„๐Ž๐๐˜: jamacian
๐Š๐ˆ๐Œ: ukranian
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๐๐‹๐€๐™๐„: mostly indian, and a small bit african
๐ƒ๐€๐๐ˆ๐„๐‹: i donโ€™t know, he honestly just exists in my head. if someone could pls let me know what ethnicity the face model i chose for him looks like, that would be great!! ty!
๐ƒ๐Ž๐“๐“๐ˆ๐„: mainly dutch!
๐‘๐˜๐‹๐€๐: wasian, iโ€™m so sorry but i havenโ€™t put much thought into specifics for himย 
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๐ˆ๐•๐˜: english
๐‹๐ˆ๐‹๐˜: half english half spaniard
๐€๐‹๐„๐—: surinamese chinese
๐Œ๐ˆ๐‚๐‡๐ˆ: her name is japanese, but she has that pretty tan skin and those green eyes, so iโ€™d say sheโ€™s part japanese, part filipino, and part kazakh! i'm aware her face claim isn't accurate to this, sorry ;^;
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๐„๐ˆ๐: i had a really hard time deciding on him. i feel like heโ€™d also be native american and some puerto rican as well
๐๐€๐‹๐“๐Ž: belgian
๐ˆ๐•๐€๐: peruvian
๐Š๐€๐ˆ: i think heโ€™d be wasian, ยพ japanese and ยผ irish (ginger)
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๐๐‘๐„๐๐ƒ๐€๐ & ๐Š๐ˆ๐Š๐ˆ: brazilian and egyptian
๐Š๐„๐๐Œ๐”๐‘: genuinely i cannot see him as anything other than a nerdy british man so that is what he shall be
๐„๐Œ๐Œ๐€๐‹๐˜๐: very obviously based on her coloring, she is also european of some sort. though, i havenโ€™t decided specifics. it would honestly be so fun if her and kenmur were the stereotypical nerdy british couple though. so cute
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๐‹๐Ž๐†๐€๐: scottish
๐ƒ๐Ž๐๐๐€: since her village was in the water, an ethnicity from a northern european country by the water made sense to me. perhaps dutch?
๐˜๐ˆ๐: native american
๐‘๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐Ž, ๐‹๐„๐‹๐‹๐Ž, & ๐‹๐”๐‚๐€: scottish and dutch
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๐™๐Ž๐„๐˜: tall and sharper features fit the โ€œelvenโ€ phenotype, so i think sheโ€™d maybe be estonian?
๐Œ๐€๐‹๐€๐‚๐‡๐ˆ: undecided
๐‹๐„๐•๐ˆ๐: undecided, though iโ€™m leaning towards just making him british lol
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๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐๐€: half native american half latina
๐‹๐ˆ๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐†๐€๐‘๐๐„๐“: undecided
๐๐„๐๐„๐Š๐Ž(๐๐„๐Š๐Ž๐„๐“๐“๐„-๐“๐€๐): half japanese, quarter korean and quarter hispanic.
๐ƒ๐Œ๐ˆ๐“๐‘๐ˆ: hispanic, korean, and german, though he looks more like dante than nicole.
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๐ƒ๐€๐‹๐„: german
๐Œ๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐˜: french
๐€๐‹๐„๐—๐ˆ๐’ & ๐๐‘๐ˆ๐€๐: german and french (obvi lol)
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๐‚๐Ž๐‘๐„๐˜: persian
๐„๐Œ๐Œ๐€: german
๐Š๐˜๐‹๐„: persian and german... i guess? he got most of his looks from his mom
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๐‰๐„๐…๐…๐Ž๐‘๐˜ & ๐€๐๐๐˜: english/british
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๐‚๐€๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐‡๐ˆ๐‚๐Š๐„๐ ๐’๐‡๐€๐Œ๐€๐ & ๐‚๐‡๐€๐ƒ: undecided. idek man i just put them in here cause they make me giggle lol
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๐’๐„๐€๐ ๐‚๐Ž๐๐๐„๐‘๐˜: sean
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ยฉstarhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my posts as your own.
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nthspecialll ยท 5 months ago
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Camp is my favourite place of them all, especially in chapter two and three but every now and then I can't stand being there because all I can think about is their future, how they will hate each other, how they will lash out, how they will be split, how they will die.
I will look at Javier playing his guitar around the campfire with a smile on his face, and think about how in the end he will have his life taken by the man he considered his best friend even after they both desperately tried to avoid it.
I will look at John sitting on the ground behind his tent, carving some figure out of wood, and think about how he did all he was told to protect his family, yet in the end, he was still shot like a dirty dog in the backyard.
I will look at Molly sitting in her and her lovers tent, quietly reading to herself, and think about how she will be shot dead merely because she loved.
I will look at Hosea reading the newspapers every morning without fail and think about how he had to watch as the man he considered his partner slowly fall apart and in the end get him killed.
I will look at Lenny eating his soup next to the man who called him his son, and think about how they will die not even an hour apart and be buried right where they wanted to be, next to a friend.
I will look at Dutch standing and talking about greatness and all the promises he has made, and think about all the people he has hurt and has yet to hurt, how he doomed them all.
I will look at Sean singing by the campfire about the land he loves so much, and think about how other than Arthur he was the only one to notice that the job was wrong yet he was the one who payed for it with a shot to the head.
I will look at Kieran standing by himself as he brushes the horses, and think about how he was worried about straying too far away because the O'Driscolls might find him and how that was exactly what happened because he didn't feel safe in camp either.
I will look at Bill listening to the stories told by his friends and think about how all he ever wanted was Dutch's approval and how he didn't even get it in the end.
I will look at Abigail caring for her son, worrying if she will have enough money to clothe him, and think about how she will have to wander the farm her husband built just for her without him by her side for three years before dying of the same as her brother in law who had saved her family.
I will look at Karen who at 10am has already found the bottom of the bottle, and think about how she will never escape that addiction that in the end will kill her.
I will look at Strauss making sure that the money is right, and think about how even when he was thrown out by Arthur, he never told on them, he never said anything, he was an old man of 60 something years who got beaten to death protecting the people who had thrown him on the street.
I will look at Uncle sleeping against a tree, and think about how in the end he died surrounded by those he loved, protecting them with his life.
I will look at Susan sitting all alone, sewing a hole in some ungrateful man's clothing, and think about how she got shot and bled out in front of her old lover who didn't even bat her and eye, all because she cared for the family she used to replace the one she could never biologically have.
Even though they are still alive, I mourn them.
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drmaddict ยท 1 year ago
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Patchwork
Summary: Henry becomes a father... Just not how he thought it would happen.
Word count: 2.160
Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, lots of fluff
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"Six?"
"Six."
"Six children?"
"Well not biologically, but.... yes."
(Y/n) looked uncertainly at Henry. The blue eyes stared at her in disbelief.
"You have six children living in your house?"
She sighed. That was always the point at which every guy ran away.
"I understand if that's too much for you," she began.ย 
Henry shook his head still in disbelief, but grinned. "Do you ever sleep, or do you just get used to ย sleep deprivation?"
She smiled cautiously. Didn't trust the peace yet, though. "To be honest there are two kids one 9 and one 12 and four pubescent teenagers."
He regarded her quietly across the restaurant table. "Are you okay?" he asked, "Did I say something wrong? I know my reaction may have been a little surprised, but I didn't mean to cut you in."
She relaxed a little. "It's just... Most guys run away as soon as they hear that, and that would really be .... a shame."
Henry smiled and shook his head. "I don't run away. I hate cardio."
That made her smile.
"But you'll still have to tell me how you get to adopt six children and teenagers.... And that as a single woman in her mid-twenties."
"It's like cats. Somehow I guess it doesn't stay with just one." She tipped her wine glass. "The first one was Jason. He was the son of my neighbors at the time and would come by my apartment every so often in the afternoon until his mother got home. One night he showed up at my door bleeding. His father caught him with make up and beat him black and blue. It took a while, but then he could move in with me. He's graduating from high school this summer. He has even been accepted to a make up school. He wants to go into film as a makeup artist." She smiled softly. "He's come a long way."
Henry curtsied in shock at the story. "Fatima is 16 and has been disowned by her family for not being a virgin. She has ambitions to study law. I don't think anyone will stop her from going to Oxford. Mike is almost 16 - next week - and grew up without a father and even though his mother tried everything, she has high level schizophrenia. She has been institutionalized and now lives in care. We visit her whenever her condition allows it. Mini - Emilia ran away at some point. We don't really know what happened. She is 14. Kamon is 12 and comes from a refugee family. His parents have been sent back to Thailand. We are trying to get a visa for them. Until then, I'm kind of his foster family. He and Mike are not officially adopted. Both love their family and do everything for them, even if they can't always be there. And Lilly. She is 9. Her family died in a car accident. No family member has been found."
She was silent for a moment and continued to contemplate her wine before looking up and looking at Henry.
"Henry... I understand if this is too much, but.... they've all been through enough in their lives and every single one of them has their reasons for making it hard for new people in our family. So if, against all odds, you say yes to this circus, know that it's not so easy to get out of it either." Her gaze became insistent. "If you leave me, that's one thing, but I won't do that to the kids."
Henry, who hadn't said anything all this time, took one deep breath and reached for her hand lying on the table. He smiled. "If they're willing to meet me, so am I."
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Henry stood in front of a gigantic house. His house was already big, but this one surpassed it. Despite its size, however, it didn't seem ostentatious. It looked cozy and inviting. The word 'home' popped into his head.
Shouts and frantic footsteps sounded from inside.ย 
He pressed his thumb on the doorbell. Immediately, everything went silent.
The door opened with a jerk. A dark-skinned boy stood before him, beaming at him. From the colored eyeliner, he concluded that it must be Jason.
"Hello Mr. Cavill." he said in a noticeably loud voice.
Immediately, frantic footsteps sounded and he saw scattered bodies running through the background.
"Hi. Henry will do." he smiled.
"Come on in. I'm Jason. Ehhm... (Y/n) isn't here yet.... Mike had... They had to go to the hospital."
"Is he okay?"
Jason shrugged. "Normally, he is. Boxer you know... Tea?"
"Gladly."
He stepped into the house. It was swept as if empty, yet the traces of life could be seen in it. Self-painted pictures. Photographs. Various equipment for hobbies. Shoes in different sizes. And that was just the hallway. Henry let himself be led into the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs. None matched the other.
"Mike had a match this morning. (Y/n) said he's already patched up. They're already on their way here."
Henry smiled. "With something like this, you should take your time."
Jason set the steaming cup down for him and sat with him.
Henry accepted it gratefully. "It's very quiet."
"Be glad." was all he said, sipping his tea. "I don't want to chase you away, but it's like human history here. The periods of absolute peace are relatively negligible." He ran his index finger over the rim of his cup and grinned. "And I'm one of the worst divas here. Just a warning."
The front door opened and a rumble sounded, followed by an amused giggle. "Sorry about that." a boy's slurred voice rang out.
"That's okay big guy. Come on off to bed." he heard (y/n).
"I'm fine!"
"That's because they drugged your ass off so you can't feel your face."
"Where's Ammy?"
"Mike you need to rest now. You can call Amber when you're in bed."
"Who are you?" A blond boy in a gray sweatshirt and swollen face looked at him from the doorway, aghast. "Who's that?" he turned to (Y/n).
"A friend Mike. That's a friend. Jason stop filming him!"
Still grinning, Jason put the phone away and turned to Henry. "Welcome."
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"What's the dog's name?", Kamon asked him.
"That's Kal...like Superman." he smiled at the shy boy.
"I like Batman."
Henry rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh yeah, why?"
"Batman watches out for kids nobody else wants. Like (y/n)."
Henry smiled.
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"I told you not to rummage through my things!" yelled Emilia down the hall.
Henry and (Y/n) sat in the garden each holding a book.
"I wasn't rummaging. I was getting MY eyeshadow, that you stole from MY room!" shouted back Jason. "It's not my fault you leave your lovey-dovey fanfictions lying around in the open like that!"
"You have no business in my room!"
"That being said - Tom Holland? Really?"
A splintering sound rang out.
"I guess that was the vase, then," (Y/n) sighed.
"I would have thought she was more of a Sebastian Stan type," Henry reflected loudly.
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"How long has she been sitting there?" whispered Henry to (Y/n).
"Since this morning. She hasn't looked up from that book in five hours."
Fatima sat at the large parlor table surrounded by books, writing notes and index cards.
"That's impressive. Scary, but impressive."
Kal walked over to the table and nudged her.
"I have to study! Sit!" Kal obeyed immediately and sat next to her chair.
"She'd make a good drill sergeant," Henry grinned.
(Y/n) sipped her coffee. "You've never seen her in exam stress."
"This isn't exam stress?"
"This is relaxed studying."
Henry looked in shock at the girl with noise cancelling headphones. (Y/n) grinned into her cup.
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ย "They need more glitter!" determined Lilly.
Henry reached for the can of edible glitter and sprinkled more of it on the unicorn cookies.
"Like this?"
The little girl looked thoughtfully at the tin. "Like this."
Henry bowed theatrically and slid the tin into the oven. "All for your majesty." The girl giggled.
(Y/n) just watched with a smile.
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Jason and Mike sat on the sofa grinning together at a tablet, each with headphones in their ears.
This wasn't normal. Even Henry knew that by now. He wondered if they were both watching porn. He'd been that age once, too. He knew what that was like.
(Y/n) came into the living room and looked over there shoulders at the two of them. She laughed uncontrollably grunting, but immediately suppressed it and came over to him.
No porn, he concluded.
"What about these two?" asked Henry, pulling her to him on the sofa and onto his lap.
"Just a movie," she grinned.
"What movie?"
She continued to shake her head with a grin and waved it off. Henry was very reluctant to be shut out. So he sat (y/n) down next to him on the sofa and stood behind the two teenagers. When he saw his younger self in a black hoodie grinning and holding up a tarot card, he groaned in annoyance.
The boys snorted indignantly. Henry looked defiantly at the display.
"Oh come on Sweet Cheeks! What's wrong?" asked (Y/n) with a laugh.
He looked at her with an intensity that promised she would pay for this yet. She could hardly wait.
"What's with the hair?" laughed Jason.
"It was in back then!"
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Henry stood in the kitchen making coffee while there was the familiar bustle around him. Kamon couldn't find his second shoe, Lilly needed a certain T-shirt, Jason occupied the bathroom, Mike shoveled eggs into his mouth, Fatima just drank the coffee straight out of the pot, and Emilia hid behind a book.
He could hardly believe that over a year should have passed already.
They had grown close to his heart. He didn't want to miss the chaos at all. The last time he left for a job, it seemed almost eerie how quiet it was that night. He had told (y/n) about it over Skype. She'd just grinned and said those feelings liked to sneak up on one.
"Do you think they want me in their life?" he had asked her uncertainly.
She had only smiled. "Wait a minute." She disappeared and came back a moment later with a piece of paper. She held it up to the camera. "Lilly drew this for you today." It showed eight roughly drawn people. Under each one, in capital letters, was the name.... except for (y/n) and him. It just said Mum and Paps. Henry stared wide-eyed at the screen. "Please act surprised when you come back. It's supposed to be a gift.", she put the paper back down. "Are you crying?"
Henry had remained silent. He had only nodded.
He smiled at the memory. The picture hung framed in the hallway. It had become Henry's favorite picture.
"Car one go!", (y/n) called down the stairs.
The three mismatched teens got up from the table and walked to (y/n)s car.
Henry packed the last of the snacks into Lilly and Kamon's lunchboxes before he, too, packed them into his cat and drove them to school. Jason had a little break from make up school and stayed at home.
Henry came back earlier than (y/n). He waited patiently for her in the kitchen. Looked at the mismatched chairs and the photos on the wall. Photos that now included him. (Y/n) came shortly after him and dropped into her usual seat next to him. She reached for the waiting cup of coffee and dropped her head on his shoulder. "How did I do this alone before?"
Henry laughed.
"I mean it. Don't you dare leave! I can't take it anymore!"
Henry just smiled at her. He got up from his chair and knelt down in front of her. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and held it in front of him. "I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life anywhere but with you and the kids. (Y/n) will you marry me?"
She looked at him with shocked eyes. "Are you sure?"
He nodded with a smile. "I want to take Lilly to her dance lessons. I want to be there when Jason gets his first jobs. I want to see Fatima come top of her year at Oxford - in law AND medicine." They both laughed. "I want to cheer Mike on in his competitions. I want to watch Emilia find the romance she secretly wants. I even want my heart to break when Kamon is reunited with his parents. I want to be with you. I want to be with the children. I don't want to run away. I want to be part of this family."
"You already are," she smiled, crying. She pulled him close and kissed him.
"Does that mean yes?" he grinned.
"Yes you idiot." she laughed.
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i-drop-level-one-loot ยท 8 months ago
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hii I JUST LOVE YOUR WORK i stay and read them every day tbh, it's my first time requesting so I'm a lil nervous (also english isn't my first language so if i write too tangled things don't mind please) yandere disease has been corrupting my mind lately like this disease has taken over the world and now people are divided in two types: yanderes and darlings. Every darling is forced to stay with their yanderes by their parents and government when they turn 20 , like goverment has been taking care of yanderes too much, there's territories and special occasions where yanderes can meet darlings, if darling tries to escape people are just gonna drag them to their "soulmate" otherwise they think darling are too weak and fragile to protect themselves.
If you're too busy, just ignore this. I also know how hard it is to write. Hope you're doing good๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—
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Your English is perfect โค๏ธ better than some native speakers' โค๏ธ I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!!
Yandere!Fiance x GN!Reader
There were conspiracy theories as to how it happened.
Populations around the globe had declined dramatically, worrying nearly every country in every continent. The most popular theory online was that to combat the rapidly declining birth rate, one (or more) of the suffering countries conspired to create a new kind of biological warfare; an illness directed at their own people to foster relations. Unfortunately, while half of people were naturally immune to the attack, the other half were affected too much.
It was just a theory. Nothing could be proved. No government wanted to get to the bottom of the "attack" because their economies were booming; who would want to rid people of an illness that drove the rate of divorce to an all time low? It didn't matter if there were a few hiccups along the way.. As long as people were pushing out more babies, governments across the planet were more than happy to just create new laws to keep the death rates minimal ensure happiness amongst couples.
(Reader) prayed on their knees like fanatic, begging any God that may be listening, for years that they could be one of the Lovers instead of a Darling. They were terrified of the idea of becoming someone's Darling; becoming a prisoner to a loving murderer. No matter how perfect each family unit seemed to be, the young adult could see it in their father's eyes, the longing for the outside world, away from their mother. The suffocating love their mother drowned him in; the almost unnoticeable quiver to his smile.. (Reader) wished upon every single star in the sky that they could fall madly in love with someone, just so they didn't have to live through the rose tinted hell their father did.
But every crush they had was normal, none of the guys they thought were cute in highschool awakened some kind instinct in them. Eventually (Reader) turned 19 years old, and found out that they were engaged.
"To who??" (Reader) nearly barfed onto the dinner table. Their parents sat across from them, smiling happily from the good news they had just delivered to their child.
"He went to the same elementary school as you! Isn't that romantic?" Their mother cooed, poking her husband while doing so. "Apparently he's known since forever that you two are soul mates, but he's been too shy until recently to approach the Family Planning Bureau about his feelings~"
(Reader) gripped their thighs under the table while their eyes stung from the blossoming tears. ".. Do I have to meet him?" They asked quietly.
Although the building was painted bright blue and was surrounded by a beautiful, flowery landscape, it felt like a prison with it's tall chain link fencing.
The sorrowful expression on their father's sympathetic face burned into their retina so painfully, that every time they blinked while on the bus to their first meeting with their "fiance" they could still see it. He knew just as well as (Reader) did that there was no escape.
Even the walk towards a private meeting room past other Darlings felt like a death march. (Reader) could only hope that the "electric chair" wouldn't be too painful.
The kind guard opened a door, and a young man they did not recognize sitting inside immediately stood up, his face bright red.
His freckled and bespectacled face was almost hidden by his wavy, unbrushed hair. A smile stretched sweetly across his round cheeks, and (Reader) noticed that his blush went down his neck. "Ah- (Reader)! It's nice to- it's nice to meet you!"
It didn't matter that he was incredibly adorable: (Reader) was determined not to let their guard down.
"You said we went to elementary school together?"
"Yes-"
"-I'm sorry, but I don't remember you." They interrupted him, curt and to the point.
Instead of looking offended, his eyes softened and his smile became (somehow) warmer. "I'm sorry." He motioned to a seat near the table he was just sitting at. "I can explain everything.. if you give me a chance."
Reluctantly, (Reader) sat across from him. It was hard to deny that he was attractive, really being their ideal man, but they continuously bit the inside of their cheek to prevent themselves from feeling any sort of positive emotion. They knew better than to fall into this trap.
"My name is Anthony." His freckles almost disappeared entirely under his blush. "I'm sorry I never had the confidence to approach you.."
"Huh?" The confused teen forgot to hold their tongue. "Isn't it, like, frowned upon to talk to your Darling before registering with the bureau?"
Anthony rubbed his hands together nervously. "I - I really didn't want you to meet me this way.." He sucked in air between his teeth, looking faint. "I.. Do you believe in true love?"
A pang shot through (Reader's) heart. They remembered every time they would chase a crush, yearning for something true and genuine. Reading love stories from the days before the bureau, and wondering if that was what love was really like once upon a time. "No."
He sighed sadly. "I believe.. or at least, I want to believe in true love." Anthony sat straighter, staring into (Reader's) eyes with a shaky confidence. "I should have asked you out when I first met you in the fifth grade. I'm sorry I was too nervous to talk to you back then."
Vibrating adrenaline shook their system as they tried to make sense of what this stranger was saying.
"I wanted to ask you out, and take you on dates, and get to know you like in the old days."
"Why didn't you?"
His head fell slightly, obscuring his face entirely. "I thought that my feelings for you weren't strong enough.."
(Reader) suddenly felt as though they were connected with Anthony on a spiritual level; as though he was the only person in the whole world to understand them. The need for love, conflicting with the fear of not being a Lover, being destined to be labeled as a Darling. "Are you.." (Reader) dropped their voice to a whisper, "are you a lover?"
Sorrow filled Anthony's figure. Shoulders slumped, and back shuddering under his uneven, heavy breaths. "Would you report me if I wasn't?"
It was as if God had finally answered (Reader's) prayers. Their heart was racing; their head felt lighter than a cloud. Stuttering over their words, the young adult had to avert their gaze. "I don't remember you.. but I wouldn't mind getting to know you." Even though they didn't love him, Anthony felt like their one and only chance to fall in love naturally. To not be trapped like their father.
"Then.. I can see you again?"
(Reader) smiled. "Yeah.."
....
The second (Reader) left the room, Anthony's head hit the table with a loud bang.
It felt like he was going to vomit with how excited he was, and he couldn't contain his giggles any longer. Being in the same room as his childhood love was almost too much for him, and he almost ruined everything.
Anthony had worked so hard to make (Reader) love him.
He knew they liked shy, nerdy types, so he morphed into that. Destroying his eye sight so he could wear glasses, growing out his hair so he could always look slightly dishevelled, biting his tongue until it bled to force himself to stay in character.
Tears pooled around his nose on the table. He was smarter than the Lovers that made his precious (Reader) scared to be a Darling.
"I'm so happy..~" Anthony sobbed loudly in the empty room. "Please fall in love with me quickly~ Although, I don't mind waiting on you forever.. I want you to love me now..!"
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Huh, I expected to get my drawing of Teen Zoรฉ done for the redesigns first. Oh well... Only Kwami-swaps of the Lifeswap AU!
Meet Amaranth and Cerastes!
For no reason at all I decided to give Swap-Zoรฉ long hair and Swap-Chloรฉ shorter hair. Which is the exact opposite of my normal redesigns for them.
Andrรฉ won the custody battle for Zoรฉ, and put his best foot forward into raising her and Chloรฉ. Zoรฉ is similar to how she is in cannon, late season 5. But she still learned how to mirror people, convincing them to lower their guard around her. She is a politicians daughter after all, and having people on your side is most important when convincing people to follow you. Zoรฉ ultimately wants to do good for Paris, and is good friends with Ivan and the other members of Kitty section due to their activist mindsets.
Zoรฉ's biggest fear is the secret of her being not Andrรฉ's biological daughter coming to light. He told her when she was 13 because he worried her biological father might try and regain custody in order to extort Andrรฉ for money. He made it clear in no uncertain terms that she is Zoรฉ Bourgeois, the youngest of the family, Chloรฉ's sister, and his daughter.
While she is happy Andrรฉ won't give her up for anything, she finds a new resentment for Audrey. And lives in fear this will harm her father's reputation, change how her relationship with her sister works, and effect how her friends see her, should it ever come to light.
Chloรฉ's know for years that Zoรฉ was the result of Audrey's cheating, she knew that one of the contentions during the divorce was that Audrey was barely in Paris the entire first 2 years of Chloรฉ's life. The math didn't math, so she pieced together the truth. This only added fuel to her burning hatred for Audrey, Zoรฉ is her little sister.
As Amaranth, Zoรฉ makes her voice Heard! There is no stopping her once she's set her mind to it. I based her outfit on a womens power suit, and those asymmetrically colored biker jackets.
Juleka meanwhile, grew up with Anarka. She remembered her brother from when they were little, and is a tad horrified at who he's grown up to be. With Luka gone, Juleka lost her spark and her voice. She almost never talks, and doesn't stand up for anything. She just goes through the motions most days. Anarka tried to bring that light back to her daughters eyes, but every step forward has two steps back taken by Juleka's bullies. Being a quiet kid, who's mom can't keep a job, wears hand me downs, and whose dad ran off didn't leave much to be desired when it came to options of being harrassed.
Finally Anarka broke and asked Jagged to let the twins reunite. She hoped this might be a chance for Juleka to find herself again. And while Luka had changed too much from her caring and strong twin, she did find Zoรฉ, Marinette, Adrien, and the members of Kitty Section.
Do you remember Juleka helping Zoรฉ dye her hair in Sole Crusher? Well this time it happens in reverse. After getting comfortable with the group, she approaches Zoรฉ about getting her hair colored. Naturally, Zoรฉ's gotta help her girly out.
After Luka is deemed no longer suitable to be a miraculous holder, Ladybug and Chat Noir decide to give Juleka a chance. Cerastes isn't flashy, or confident. She's stealthy, sharp, and attentive.
Juleka's spent years just adapting to new situations and learning to read people for the sake of surviving, and it comes in handy when it comes to figuring out Akuma's.
Unshockingly, Luka isn't happy to see his miraculous used by someone else, though it does take a while to get there since Cerastes doesn't even get properly seen for ages. She's very good at disappearing.
Anarka is so relieved that Juleka finally found her people, that she's even willing to stay in Paris to keep her close to her friends. She still struggles to keep a normal job, but anything to see her little girl smile again.
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