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r3linx · 11 months ago

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⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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╰┈➤ characters...•`S. MANJIRO [MIKEY], R. KEN [DRAKEN], M. TAKASHI, M CHIFUYU´•.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 1; ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 2

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... no one's perfect, neither them, so here's their issues in your loving relationship. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 1,9k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... tw! disturbing content, gender neutral reader, obsession, manipulation, emotional dependence, overprotection, toxic relationship ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🇲🇦🇳🇯🇮🇷🇴. [🇲🇮🇰🇪🇾] 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '

‘they induce mental trauma into their love interest’s head in order to push them away from others. they make themselves out to be their love interest’s best option, making the love interest believe that all the others will betray them and that the yandere is the only one who can be trusted, but they actually just want to isolate their love interest. they destroy relationships and ruin families to get their love interest as isolated and vulnerable as possible.’

“trust in me… you trust in me, y/n… right?” mikey’s dark orb fixated on your face, seeking out your reply. little nod. he smiled. “that’s my girl.. i just want what’s best for you..” you push your face in his firm chest, the cloth of his shirt sticking to your face thanks to your fresh tears, smudged across your face.

“the word’s cruel, darlin’… and i’m the only one, who wants your well-being..” mikey cooed, his palm glided across your -compared to his- small back over and over again.

in his point of view, he had to cut you away from everything that isn’t him and everything that could make you leave him. to accomplish this nothing was too much, no money and no time mattered. only you. he would rather die, than paint his hands with the crimson fluid and you knew about this. we all know how much power and influence he held at his service, and so it was piece of cake to get done easily anything, without him getting involved. minions were perfect to do the work for him. take someone’s life and then have your dear father take the case? crashing down your family into pieces? they did it for mikey within a whistle. you’ve drifted away from one friend after another. they were bad people, the news and rumors about them was unstoppable. it left you shocked, they would never do this.. right?

it felt like he was all you had, no family, no friend.. you changed they changed for the bad. and mikey was the one who brought spotlight to it. his being was better than anything, the way he cared about you… made you forget about his manipulation.

but mikey never failed you, he was the one. always. just stay still and look as pretty and vulnerable as you can so he can save you from those filthy people you call your ‘relatives’, it would be such a damn shame you getting involved with them.

‘he’s bad’ they say. ‘he’s manipulating you’. liars. mikey wouldn’t do that. you are so grateful for him in your life. he’s like a guiding light, day after day, he’s the only person in your life you trust to the end and back.

as you hug your one, face buried in the crook of his neck seeking out safety, his lips slightly curve into smile. he holds your body against his. “i’ll always be here.. pretty girl...”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🇰🇪🇳. [🇩🇷🇦🇰🇪🇳] 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ '

‘they will punish and torture their love interest if they think they did something they shouldn’t or when they don’t act like wanted to give them a lesson. these yanderes use methods that are usually pretty morbid and painful, some could even leave permanent damage to the love interest. they will then “reward” the love interest when they finally do something wanted of them.’

he takes ahold of your chin, pressing a quick smooch on your skin.

“i’m so, so, so proud of you, love..” he leaves those soothing words hanging in the air. draken took special care to praise you for every little gesture that brought him joy in your behavior. it filled his heart with pure loving, knowing you were so obedient and faithful. it took him so damned long time and so much effort to form you this way. dealing with you was hard at first, the way you would make the typical teenager and draken would be the worrying mom.

he wasn't afraid to punish. punishment meant new lesson for you and like that, slowly and steadily you grew into what you are now. a dog. a respectful and respected human being. they looked at you, they thought you are weird. they thought he's weird. oh how much they were wrong, he did everything for your sake. it was painful, but it served your progression. bruises covered your neck, down to your ankles. others weren't allowed to see it. those bruises were only for his eyes, it was like trophies. he knew he had forged you into what you are now, and it made him proud.

even so, he wasn't cruel. rewards was also something he loved giving to you and did with so much happiness. you meant the literal word for him, he would do everything that he's capable of, now listen to him and everything will be so happy around you and not a single problem in your life will be left. the fantasy of leaving him got pushed out of your mind at the very beginning. it's a topic you don't want to bring up again, for your sake. blaming others for laying a hand on you? the best solution would be to train you to avoid contact with everyone but him. this way, he doesn't have to hurt them and the 'losing you' thought would be solved too. everyone's happy!

draken kisses your lips softly. you loved this side, when all he did was praising you for your good work. you learned with time that obeying is so much effective, than resisting. resting in his strong embrace, forgetting everything and everyone that isn't him was the best decision.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🇹🇦🇰🇦🇸🇭🇮. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ '

‘they see everything and everyone as a threat for the love interest. they will use extreme methods to get rid of other “dangerous” people permanently, and even punish and torture them for the harm they did to the love interest, even if they didn’t really do all that much. feeling that the love interest is fragile, pure or vulnerable, and that everyone else can taint or hurt them, the yanderes finally decide to take care of it themselves and protect the love interest, getting rid of all “bad people” near them for the sake of their love interest and at any cost.’

the doors clicking sound could be heard only in the night’s darkness. it was 2:05am, -you glanced at the clock- blankets were all over your body, that was the only thing keeping you warm by the lack of his body next to yours. small steps echoed in the house, it was him. he finally arrived home. you exhaled a long breath of relief.

while you tried to find peace in your mind to get at least a blink of sleep, takashi furiously and hastily dragged out the contents of the black bag, dropped over his shoulder. drenched white shirt landed on the bathroom floor along with a few metal stool. how he had to take matters into his own hand, made him go nuts, what a nuisance to take care of, instead of being next to you on the soft sheets, having heartfelt conversations and talking all night long, his body perfectly fitting with yours in his arms. his lavender locks tangling into yours, his chest softly rising up and down under you head.

you just waited patiently for takashi all day and night, to return back from his work and finally be with you. and so you did now too, eyes now got used to the dark, staring at the door, counting the seconds and minutes till he steps inside.

hand stinging through the gloves from the bleach, slowly burning holes in the fabric and scratching the very skin. eyebrows furrowed at first in concentration, now from pain. he squeezed the remaining water out of the cloth. hopeless. better get rid of it all tomorrow morning, before you get any hint of what could have happened. the lilac tip of his hair now red, rosy cheeks now bloodstained. dragging his tired legs over to a quick shower. the dried fluid now snaking its way down the drain, a grunt falls from his chapped lips. a few minutes after, stopping the tap, he steps out of the shower. he feels new and fresh, the metallic smell now completely gone.

by 2:54am he happily climbs beside you in gray sweatpants, the hem of it sitting lowly at his waist, shoving his v-line. you immediately rolled over to face him, steam still covering his whole, without a thought of where had he been, with a delighted smile, you place your head to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. strong fingers curling the strands of your hair, drifting off to sleep. he humms deeply. this was what he wanted to protect at all cost.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🇨🇭🇮🇫🇺🇾🇺. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｃｅ'

‘wishing for their love interest to be able to know that they make a difference in the lives of their dependence yandere partner/spouse, they seek to be vulnerable around their love interest by depending on them. this can range from stupidly simple things, like constantly dropping or forgetting something, behaving like an idiot — often times subconsciously so, to claiming that they’d die without their love interest (although that’s obviously false)..’

‘she won’t leave me… she won’t leave me.. she won’t leave me.. she won’t-’ the words echoed in chifuyu’s head, like a broken record. his orbs staring into the void,- sitting on the edge of the bed, knuckles white from the way he gripped the sheets next to him.

“chifuyu!” you exclaimed, entering the room. as if all the life came back to his soul, he shot up his head to turn his attention towards you.

"my sunshine..” the boy muttered. he didn’t realize the moment he felt your presence next to his body. warm fingers grazed the line of his face. somehow he seemed ever so sad, just like on other days, when you weren’t in his company. those moments were suffocating for chifuyu. without your loving and caring soul, heart and body, his life felt empty and pointless. it was a hassle to get you in his possession, now he has to make sure to keep you. he can’t lose you. he has to keep you beside him. the constant fear of losing you would never leave his mind free, the uncontrollable clinging to you has turned into madness and so the self-pitying had started.

his voice dropped to a raspy tone. “i…” breathing out, chifuyu intentionally turns his head away from your gaze. with your palm, you made him facing you. “i.. don’t want to lose you..” green eyes filled with forged sorrow, you wrap your gentle arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your chest in a comforting manner. in his sitting position and how you stand in front of him, between his legs, he closes them, trapping you in. you ignore it, placing your chin on top of his head. now his lips has curled into a grin from ear to ear. he runs his arms around your waist, you don’t struggle in his clasp. it seems so welcoming to you, as if he’s manipulating your mind and body, you feel attached to him-but not as much as he is to you.- you have to take care of him, not in a child-like way. he craved your love, he was so sweet, you just couldn't deny it from him.

you never saw harm in him, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anybody, and especially not you. he makes the perfect boyfriend and significant other in your eyes. -and that’s exactly he want you to think.- chifuyu is fragile without you, do NOT even think about leaving or breaking up. and if you do, to your regret the anguish, bitterness and agony will swallow you up whole. he will make sure it does.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

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victoryverse · 9 months ago

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i don’t know if you already did something like that but could you write about single dad simon with a daughter (around 4-5 years) introducing reader as simon’s new girlfriend and reader and simon’s daughter bond directly?🤍

sorry if my english is not that good, it’s not my native language🥲thank you

You are nervously standing at the front door of Simon Riley's house, dressed in your best outfit. You take a deep breath and knock on the door, your heart pounding in your chest. You have been dating Simon for a few months now and things have been going really well. But today is a big day - you are finally going to meet his daughter.

The door opens and Simon greets you with a warm smile. 'Hey, you made it,' he says, stepping aside to let you in.

You take a moment to compose yourself before stepping into the house. You are immediately greeted by the sound of laughter and giggles coming from the living room. Your heart melts at the sound, knowing that it's coming from Simon's daughter.

'Come on, I'll introduce you,' Simon says, leading you into the living room.

As you enter the room, your eyes immediately land on the most adorable little girl you have ever seen. She has long curly hair and bright eyes, just like her father. She is playing with some toys on the floor, but as soon as she sees Simon, she jumps up and runs over to him.

'Daddy!' she exclaims, wrapping her small arms around his legs.

'Hey, sweetie,' Simon says, bending down to hug her back. 'I want you to meet someone. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.'

The little girl looks up at you with curiosity in her eyes, and you can't help but smile at her. 'Hi, I'm Y/N,' you say, kneeling down to her level.

She looks at you for a moment before a smile spreads across her face. 'Hi, Y/N! I'm Lily,' she says, holding out her hand for you to shake.

You are taken aback by her manners and you can already tell that you are going to get along with her just fine. You shake her hand and she giggles, making your heart swell with happiness.

'Would you like to play with us, Y/N?' Lily asks, tugging on your hand.

You look up at Simon, who nods with a smile. 'Of course she can,' he says.

And just like that, you are welcomed into their little world. You spend the afternoon playing with Lily, building forts, and having a tea party with her stuffed animals. You can't help but notice how much she looks like Simon, not just in appearance but in her mannerisms as well. You can see why Simon is so proud of her.

As the evening approaches, Simon brings out some snacks and you all sit together on the couch, watching a movie. Lily snuggles up between the two of you, her head resting on your chest. You wrap your arm around her, feeling a sense of warmth and love that you have never experienced before.

'Y/N, can you come over again tomorrow?' Lily asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You can't help but laugh at her eagerness. 'Of course, sweetie. I would love to come over again,' you say, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Lily's face lights up with joy and she cuddles closer to you. You can feel Simon's eyes on you and you look over at him, seeing the love and adoration in his gaze. You know in that moment that you are exactly where you are meant to be - in the arms of the man you love, with his beautiful daughter by your side.

As the night goes on, you and Lily bond even more, sharing stories and playing games together. When it's time for you to leave, Lily gives you a big hug, telling you that she can't wait to see you again. You promise her that you will be back soon and she gives you a big smile before running off to bed.

As you say goodbye to Simon, he pulls you in for a kiss and whispers, 'Thank you for being so amazing with Lily. I can see that you two are going to be great friends.'

You smile up at him, feeling grateful for this perfect little family that you have become a part of. And as you drive home, you can't help but think about all the future playdates, family dinners, and memories that you will make with Simon and Lily.

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sefusian · 3 months ago

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The beauty of Marvin and Jason's relationship (an analysis)

was reading a post-breakup falsettos fic and one of the chapters was abt Marvin fixing his relationship w Jason; Marvin telling him that he loves him no matter what is literally one of my favourite things ever abt them.

If u rlly think of it, Marvin never speaks ill of his son or treats him badly throughout the entirety of Falsettos (him mocking Jason during "Everyone Tells Jason To See A Psychiatrist" barely counts). Out of everyone in Act 1/MoTF, Jason is the only person he loved unconditionally and knew he loved.

And it's not like it's "implied" or "hidden between the lines:" he clearly cares abt his relationship w his son, as evident in "Marvin Sees a Psychiatrist" (J: I love my mother / M: Why not me?") and, obviously, "Father to Son." And him pushing him to see a psychiatrist? Jason is his pride and joy but he can see that he is also very much like him, especially when compared to his younger self (see: In Trousers). He tries to help his son solve any problems he may have now, in fear of having him grow up to be like his father - Marvin states this sentiment explicitly in "I Never Wanted To Love You:" ("I never wanted to love you / I only wanted to see my face in yours / Jason's wild, save this child").

The cherry on top: my absolute favourite detail ever abt them (especially the 2016 revival version) is the contrast between the way they look at/interact w each other at the end of both Act 1/MoTF and Act 2/FL. In MoTF, during "Father to Son," they're sitting across each other and don't hold prolonged eye/physical contact. Yes, they make up in the end, and even hug, but there's still some tension and uncertainty (which is to be expected, especially after such a strained past history).

But in FL, during "Jason's Bar Mitzvah," Marvin holds him gently and sings to him abt how proud he is of his son ("You hold my dreams / Kid, I burst at the seams / 'Cause of you"). And Jason, in return, looks up at his father in adoration and pure love, smiling fondly because Marvin, too, has grown up to be someone he's proud to call his father.

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Anyways, ty for attending my ass-o-clock TED talk again abt Falsettos. I love this show too much for my own health and sanity !!!!

#falsettos #marvin falsettos #marvin gardens #jason falsettos #jason weisenbachfeld #jason gardens #falsettos 2016 #analysis #I need to stop hyperanalyzing things when I'm trying to sleep #Actually I think I should stop reading fanfics before sleeping #It's rlly not helping me w relaxing my mind LMAOOOO #*twiddles thumbs cutely* but it makes me happy so...#I love marvin and jason sm #they make me sick in the head!!!

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gaybitchfx · 2 years ago

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-❄️ Character(s): Dad Zhongli + Kid Xiao

-❄️ Type of reader: M!Reader

-❄️ Category: SFW + hybrid AU

-❄️ Warning(s): None

-❄️ Part 1

-❄️ Edited: ❌

“You’re such a cutie, look just like your father.” You cooed at Xiao as he ate, his big eyes looking up at you as you fed him. Xiao moved his wings a little, he hadn’t yet lost the feathers on his arms since he was only a few days old now. And because he was so young you often kept him close knowing he couldn’t maintain his body temperature.

“I can’t wait till he gets older.” Zhongli hummed as he gently rubbed the feathers that littered Xiao’s arms. A few months later and Xiao managed to learn how to walk and run around pretty quickly. However, flying was a big problem.

“Get down from there!” You shouted at your child seeing how he was going to jump from the top of the drawer to teach himself how to fly.

“Chi!” He chirped as you quickly scooped him up into your arms, your heart relaxing. “You can’t just jump from high places and think you’ll fly my sweet boy.” You sighed and moved his hair from his chubby face. His brows furrowed as he folded his wings across from one another, upset.

“I know I know, you want to learn how to fly like papa, but because your dad's child as well you won’t be able to because your wings won’t last long. Well, it depends.” You told him as you went to his room and got him a change of clothes, him having made a mess of his previous ones. None of his clothes had sleeves unless it was winter and spring.

Xiao let out small chirps as he flapped his wings, eager to want to learn how to fly at such a young age. Sighing you picked him back up. “Zhongli! I’ll be going out with Xiao for a bit could you watch the house while I’m gone?” You shouted, he was in an entirely different room.

“Yeah! Be safe!” He shouted back and so you left, unfolding your wings and flying to a reasonable level around the area till you were now at an area where there were barely any trees or anything in general. Placing your child down, you got to somewhat eye level with him. “So first my little one, you have to open your wings like this.” You demonstrated by extending yours as far as you could, him doing the same, his eyes twinkling see your wings up close.

“Try lightly flapping them, not too fast though.” Xiao began flapping his wings but not in the way you told him. “No no, like this.” You held his wings and moved them slowly before releasing them as he continued moving them at that pace. “Such a good boy!” You cooed and gave him many kisses on his cheeks, many chirps leaving his mouth. You told him to speed it up a little bit and a couple of times he’d end up levitating off the ground before going back onto his feet.

“You did such a good job! Papas so proud of you!” You picked Xiao up and hugged him, pressing his cheek against yours as he wrapped his wings around your neck to the best he could. Time went on and Xiao began getting bigger, yet seemed small at the same time. That wasn’t a problem though, he was still as healthy as ever.

“Daddddd! Papaaaaa!” Xiao called out as he quickly flew into his parent's bedroom like he was a hummingbird before landing on you and Zhongli’s bed, you being the first to wake up.

“It’s my birthday!” He exclaimed the seven year olds face beaming with joy as he fluttered his wings. The feathers on his arms, that made up his wings, hadn’t disappeared at all so he’d end up like your aunt. “Is that so? You’re a big boy now aren’t you Xiao? Isn’t that right Zhongli?” You yawned and smiled softly before looking over at Zhongli who was still sound asleep.

“Zhongli!” You shouted making the poor man jump out of his sleep, barely saving himself a heart attack. “Y…Yes, my love?” Zhongli quickly answered as he sat up.

“It’s Xiao’s birthday today. He’s going to be the big seven.” You smiled and began tickling Xiao as he giggled, tossing and turning as he tried to stop you from ticking him. “It was almost like yesterday he had hatched. They grow so fast.” Zhongli sighed as he looked at his family with a soft and gentle gaze. “Alright, Mr! Let’s get you ready! We’re going to Liyue for your birthday.” Xiao let out a yell of excitement as he flew back to his room, you and Zhongli not too far behind.

The entire day was nothing but fun, Xiao even got to play with kids his age. “You tired?” You asked Xiao as he rested his head on your shoulder his thumb slightly in his mouth as his eyes would close but quickly open again. “No..” He grumbled as he tried fighting his sleep. “Don’t worry Xiao, just get some sleep and we’ll play with you tomorrow how’s that?” Zhongli offered. Hearing the word 'play' made Xiao nod his head as he relaxed in your hold and fell fast asleep.

“He’s just like you y’know.” Zhongli laughed making you look at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean he’s just like me?” You huffed and fixed Xiao so he could be more comfortable. “So stubborn unless you’re being bargained with.” He said making you roll your eyes and begin to walk faster than you were previously doing.

“But it’s true dear!” Zhongli called out as he tried following you till you took off and flew your way home making Zhongli chuckle as he walked.

-❄️tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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brummiereader · 1 year ago

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PREVIOUS PART

Killing Me Softly (PART TWO/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: Today is your wedding day. Will Tommy be able to hide his true self when an unexpected guest shows up?

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, controlling behaviour, Dark!Tommy ( This a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Today was your wedding day. A day you had dreamt about your whole life. You had the dress, the veil, the shoes, your hair and makeup were perfectly curled and immaculately applied, the freshly picked bouquet sat in a glass of water ready to be thrown into a crowd of young women, dreaming of having their own fairytale wedding. Except, this was no fairytale. This was an arranged marriage, an unsigned agreement, too late to back out of. There was no love story to be told, only a sorry tale of how two people had come together, each needing something from the other.

Standing in front of the large wooden framed mirror, your hands brushed out the small creases of your tailored wedding dress, a dress you insisted on paying for yourself. This was after all your wedding gown, the only one you hoped you would ever wear. You could already hear guests starting to make their way into the church, laughter and joy echoed through the old stone bricked building, just like any normal wedding should have. Picking up a glass of whiskey, you downed it in one, the noise of happiness setting your nerves on edge. Did Tommy feel the same, was he as anxious as you? Sitting down in the chair beside you, you buried your head in yours hands as the door suddenly flew open.

" Up, up, come on!" Polly said as she walked into the room, your veil in her hands, your mother following behind her.

" Oh my darling daughter, you look beautiful" your mother said as tears formed in her eyes.

" Now, now Marianne, you'll start her off, and we don't want to ruin her makeup" Polly smiled, placing a supportive hand on your mother's arm " Turn around love" she said as she held out the veil pinning it gently into your hair.

" A vision of beauty" Polly smiled turning you back to her, your mother wiping her cheeks, unable to hold back her tears any longer.

" Everyone's waiting" Ada announced as she stood by the door grinning. "Gorgeous" she mouthed to you as the music started to play.

" We'll see you in there" Polly said, handing you your bouquet of flowers.

" I love you darling, your father would be so proud of you" your mother said hugging you tightly, not wanting to let go, her only child about to leave her. As your mother and Polly left the room, you looked down at the bracelet Tommy had gifted you, smiling as you adjusted its position on your wrist. Your heart was fully open to this marriage, you could only hope Tommy's was too.

With no father to walk you down the aisle, you made the journey alone. Eyes fixed on the bouquet of peonies and roses clutched tightly in your hand, you walked forward to the altar. Half way there you finally looked up to see Tommy standing next to the priest, his hands interlocked in front of him, his eyes fixed on you, as he waited for his bride. Lifting your veil, a smile formed on his lips as he looked you over, his face flashing with satisfaction as he looked back to his brothers behind him, Arthur giving him a wink and smile of approval. Taking your hands in his, you both turned to face the priest as the ceremony begun.

"Do you Thomas Michael Shelby take Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N to be your lawful wedded wife? Will you love her, comfort her, keep her in sickness and in health and forsaking all others, be faithful to her so long as you both shall live?"

"I do" he said turning to face you, his eyes piercing into yours, his hands holding yours so tightly you could feel his signet ring digging into your skin.

"And do you Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N, take Thomas Michael Shelby to be your lawful wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, keep him in sickness and in health and forsaking all others, be faithful to him so long as you both shall live?" Rubbing his thumb firmly on the back of your hand Tommy waited for you to say the words, his jaw tightening at your visible apprehension as you looked to the priest then back to him.

"I do" you said, staring into his eyes, a small smile forming on his face as he continued to stroke your hand, slowly easing the pressure of his touch. His gaze was so intense you found yourself getting lost in his eyes, completely unaware of what the priest had said, until, without warning Tommy cupped your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours, drawing you in with his gentle embrace as you felt your heart skip a beat from the passion he emitted.

Turning to face the cheers and claps from the crowd of people behind you, you both walked back up the aisle as husband and wife, it was done, your part of the arrangement was fulfilled. Passing the crowd of guests a young man in a blue suit caught your eye, you recognised him immediately, with a small smile you waved to him as he waved back. Watching the interaction, Tommy's grip on your hand tightened as he pulled you closer to him, leading you away from the crowd of people. Entering the large reception room located behind the church, you looked around at the lavish decorations that filled the room. No expense was spared. The once empty space was adorned with freshly picked flowers, the finest cutlery, crisp white linen had been delicately laid out along the long table that occupied the middle of the room, as candles illuminated the finery beneath them. Your new husband was clearly trying to make an impression.

Pulling out your chair, Tommy sat down beside you as the rest of the wedding party made their way into the room. Looking at the guests now seated around the table, you noticed the young man in the blue suit seated next to your mother, sharing another smile, you mouthed a small "hi". With the exchange once again not going unnoticed, Tommy rolled his shoulders, clearing his throat as he placed a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it as he sized the man up in the corner of his eye. Narrowing his eyes, irritation on his face, Tommy blew the smoke from the tobacco in his direction, a clear show of annoyance, as the young man from across the table quickly looked away.

"You look beautiful Y/N" Tommy said turning to you as he placed a thumb on your cheek, staring into your eyes. " Did you pick this gown out yourself?" He questioned as his thumb traced down your neck to the lace covering your shoulder.

" I did, do you like it?" You said as you looked down at your dress, blushing at his compliment.

" It's modern" he said, clearing his throat, looking over the detailed embroidered flowers skimming over your cleavage, his jaw tightening as he looked back over to the young man. Modern, what does that even mean? The smile, quickly vanishing from your face, you pulled the cleavage of the dress further up, his words making you feel self-conscious. Was it too much for a wedding dress, did it show too much? You would never normally doubt yourself on something like this but you found yourself seeking his approval.

Dinner had been served, and for the past thirty minutes you had been pushing your food around the plate, barely taking a mouthful, all the time Tommy watching you. It was the lamb, you hated lamb. An expensive choice of meat no doubt, but one you could never stomach. No matter how many times you tried it, it would always leave you feeling sick.

" Do you always pick at your food?" He said, leaning back in his chair as he turned to face you. A look of irritation spread across his face as he picked up his glass of wine In front of him, swigging it in his mouth, swallowing harshly, as his lips pursed at its bitter taste.

" Oh, no, it's the Lamb, it doesn't agree with me" you said as you dropped your fork onto your plate.

"Huh..." He scoffed as he stared at you, his thumb and forefinger forcefully rubbing the stem of the wine glass between them.

" I'm sorry, i..." you started to say as Tommy Interrupted, taking the plate from you.

" Here" he said giving it to a waiter " she doesn't like lamb, get her something else" he ordered, his eyes never leaving you, your cheeks going an embarrassing shade of red, as you looked away, feeling like you had offended him.

" He just wants everything to be perfect for you Y/N" Ada whispered in your ear, sitting beside you .

" Then why do I feel like I've been told off" you whispered back as you reached for the glass of wine In front of you.

" Relax, he's probably nervous too" she said as she nudged your shoulder with hers. Sighing you took a large gulp of wine, too ashamed to even look at him. First the dress now the food, you had begun to learn that Tommy was very particular about certain things, and you was clearly disappointing him already.

A few hours had past since dinner, and Polly had joined you and Ada in conversation, when all of a sudden you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, gaining your attention.

"George!" You said turning around to hug the young man from earlier. " I didn't know you was coming" you told him, your hand still on his arm as Polly looked to Ada, a flicker of concern in her eyes as she scanned the room looking for Tommy.

"I got back from my posting a week ago. Aunt Marianne sent me an invite In the mail, was there when I got back"

" This is my cousin George, I haven't seen in him years" you said as you turned to face Polly and Ada.

" It's nice to meet you George" Polly said as she looked over his shoulder to see Tommy's face now full of fury, as he watched you.

" This really is a nice wedding, your new husband pulled out all the stops " he said chuckling as he placed a friendly hand to the top of your back.

" He did indeed" Polly said as she looked behind him again, to see Tommy marching towards you. "Ada, why don't you go show George the cake" she said urgently, as she took his arm, giving it to her.

"The cake?" Ada laughed, looking at her Aunt in confusion.

" Yes Ada the cake" she said sternly, as Ada rolled her eyes taking George's arm, leading him away.

" Come on Y/N let's go get another drink" she said linking arms with you as she glanced over to see that Tommy had stopped in his tracks, anger spread across his face as he watched you and his Aunt walk away.

"Who was that man Y/N? Tommy asked leaning against the wall, watching you straighten out your dress as you came out the bathroom, an hour later.

"What man?" You asked confused, only for him to let out a dark laugh.

" Don't be smart Y/N, the man you were hugging earlier" he said lightning a cigarette, the flame illuminating the anger in his eyes.

" Well?" He said, walking towards you, his shoulders tense his brow raised. Was he serious? You almost laughed in his face at the ridiculousness of his questions. Tommy's stance was intimidating but this was one thing you refused to give into, you would not enter his little game.

" Grow up Tommy"

" Have something to hide, hm?" He questioned loudly as you tried to push past him, only to be stopped as he grabbed hold of your arm, his pupils widening, a blackness taking over his once crystal blue eyes. You had angered him. Shrugging his grip off, you stormed off, passing Polly as she watched the whole interaction unfold.

" Her bloody cousin, that's who she was hugging. You need to put a lid on your jealousy Tommy" she said walking over to him, anger flashing across her face.

"Jealousy" Tommy scoffed, his hands casually placed in his pockets as he strolled away like nothing had happened.

" Did you think I wouldn't work it out Tommy" she said, her words causing him to stop. " You can fool everyone else with your speeches about needing a wife for business, but not me Thomas Shelby. You have always liked her, why else would you offer to marry a girl you hadn't seen in over ten years, you knew she would do anything for her mother, and you took advantage of that, you're lucky she still likes you too, but your jealousy Tommy...it will one day get the better of you. If you want this to work, you need to back off...Tommy!" She called to him a smirk forming on his lips as he walked away from her, unbothered by his actions.

You had avoided Tommy for the remainder of the evening. Still upset with his behaviour you was sat talking with Ada about what had happened.

" You know he has always liked you, don't you?" Ada said as she looked over to her three brothers standing at the bar. "And don't tell me you never had a thing for him either"

"That was ten years ago Ada" you replied shifting in your seat, as you looked down at your wedding ring.

" Oh come on Y/N, you wouldn't have agreed to this if you didn't still feel something for him"

"Even if I did, we are not exactly of to a great start, you should have seen how he was earlier, he got so angry, I don't remember him ever being like that" you said, as you looked over to Tommy smiling to you, oblivious of your frustration with him.

"He's not the same person you knew from before the war Y/N, it changed him, you need to get to know eachother again. But he cares about you Y/N, I don't think he ever stopped" she answered as she placed a comforting arm around you. She was right, how could you have been so naive to think he was still the same sweet boy from Watery Lane, he was a business man, a feared gangster, a man that had seen war, that would change anyone. But there was something else, the way his pupils turned a sinister black as he grabbed hold of your arm it was possessiveness, controlling. Ada may be right about her brother not being the same person, but did she truly know the man he had become?

" Shall we leave " you heard Tommy say from behind you, more of a statement than a question.

" Right, yeh...ok" you said finishing the rest of your wine, giving Ada a nervous smile as you stood up.

Saying goodbye to your mother you looked over to see Tommy talking with his brothers, Arthur's arm around his shoulder, looking at you as he leaned in, whispering something into his ear. A small chuckle leaving his lips, Tommy looked over to you, his lustful eyes glaring at you from head to toe as he bit his bottom lip. The smile quickly fading from you face, you could only imagine what they were talking about. And that's when it struck you. Did Tommy expect everything a wedding entailed, including the wedding night? A wave of uncertainty washed over you. You barely knew eachother, you had only seen him once before today, and before that ten years ago. Surely he wouldn't expect that from you already?

" You don't say much do you" he said as you was driving to your new home Arrow House, a house he had recently acquired for both of you.

" Sorry, It's been a long day" you said as you played with the lace on your dress.

" Still mad at me? He said glancing over to you.

" Tommy he was my cousin" you answered as you looked over to him. With nothing to say, Tommy just cleared his throat as he looked ahead at the road In front of him. " Don't you trust me?"

" I do, I just don't trust other people" he answered as he shifted in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

" We need to get to know eachother again" you said echoing Ada's words, hopeful he was listening. " One day at a time" you hinted subtly, praying he knew what you was referring to.

" We will have plenty of time to get to know eachother" he said as he pulled up In front of the large house you was now supposed to call home.

Opening the passengers side, Tommy took your hand as you stepped out, slamming the door shut after you with force as he led you to the front door.

"Mr Shelby, Mrs Shelby" an older lady welcomed you both in the foyer. " I'm Frances, the housekeeper here at Arrow House" she said as she looked to you, a timid smile on her lips. "If there's anything you need Mrs Shelby then please let me know "

" It's nice to meet you, and thank yo..." you replied, unable to finish your sentence as Tommy started pulling your hand, walking you up the large wooden stairs in haste.

"Thank you Frances, me and wife won't be needing anything more for tonight" he called down as you hurried behind him.

" Don't i get a tour of the house" you said, anxiously praying he would agree as you reached the top of the stairs.

"Tomorrow" he replied sharply, as he opened the door to the master room. Walking in you, you was taken aback by the sheer size of the room, it was as big as the flat you had shared with your mother, the room was filled with large furniture and expensive decorations. Walking over to the vanity, your hands traced over all the various objects, as you looked in the mirror to see Tommy by the door watching you.

" This is my room?"

" Our room" he said, shutting the door behind him. Turning around, with your back to the vanity, your eyes met his as he started walking towards you, stalking you, his glare never once moving from you as he took off his suit jacket, his waist coat quickly following.

"Tommy it's late, I'm tired" you said as your hands clutched onto the wooden vanity behind you.

" Nice try love" he said as he stepped closer, a dark smile on his face as pulled down the suspenders from his shoulders. Eyes full of lust, pupils blown, Tommy looked at you like an animal would look at it's prey.

" Tommy..." you said, as you felt his lips suddenly kissing along your neck, his hand lifting up your dress as his fingers grazed over your body.

" Tommy, wait, slow down" you said, only for his fingers to move to your inner thigh. You couldn't deny his touch felt good, but it was too soon, things were going too fast. You needed time to know him again before you were intimate with eachother.

"Tommy I can't, I'm bleeding" you said as you tried to grab hold of his hand only for him to push it away.

"I want you Y/N, I've waited long enough" he breathed heavily into your neck as his lips ghosted over your throat, moaning into your delicate skin. Too caught up in his desire for you, your words went unheard as Tommy continued trailing his hands further up your thigh. He was relentless, his mind driven to one thing, his eagerness pressing into your thigh.

" I want you too Tommy, but please, not like this" you said your hands on his chest as you tried to gently push him away. Snapping out of It, Tommy abruptly stopped what he was doing as he stepped away from you. His jaw clenched in frustration, he stood there staring at you.

" Are you lying to me?" He said, his hands on his hips, cocking an eyebrow, as he looked at you pulling down your scrunched up dress.

" No Tommy I'm..I'm not" you said trying to figure out what to say. "When you changed the date of the wedding, it just..it happened to be the same week I would be having my monthly bleed" you lied, your eyes trying to avoid the fury in his.

Without saying another word Tommy just glared at you, the heat of his stare burning into your skin. Pinching his bottom lip between his fingers, he turned away from you, grabbing his suit jacket as he stormed out the room, slamming the door shut with so much force the whole room rattled.

Your legs about to give way, you reached over to the bed frame easing yourself down as your thoughts spun in your head.

Who was this man?

NEXT PART

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hello days! i hope i'm not bothering u. can i pls request for uzumaki fam fluff fic recs? 🥺

i kinda need ☀️fam fluff boost running in my system 🥹🤲

thank u in advance! love lots. i hope u are doing well~ 🤍🍃

Des 💝 I'm sorry this is over a year late. You're probably not in need of this anymore, but -

Sunshine Family Fluff Fics

Ones I can't remember if I've rec'd before:

"Sunshine family" from "Some Type of Love" by @chloelapomme - Rated T, Modern AU, One-shot. Hinata has to go grocery shopping for their Christmas Eve's diner coming in a couple of weeks. A quick job that won't take too long. Until the rest of the family decides to tag along.

"The Last Stand" from "The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness" by Imanga - Rated T, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. In a desperate attempt to get themselves out of an uncomfortable situation, Naruto and Hinata risk it all.

"The Ramen Recipe" from "The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness" by Imanga - Rated G, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Naruto enjoys a Father’s Day morning in bed with his family.

"snug as a bug" by @secrettastemakerland - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Apparently, being afraid of thunder storms was genetic. Luckily for them, Hinata deals with it just fine.

"A Not Surprising Surprise Party" by secrettastemakerland - Rated G, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. Kawaki comes home from a mission on November 9th, only to find the house unusually quiet...

And the ones I've recommended before:

“Music” from “With You in the Future” by @chloelapomme - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, Series of related one-shots. The benefits of music on babies, but also on couples.

“Strawberry” by @cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto shares popsicles with his son just as Jiraiya did with him.

“Cooking with Dad” by cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: I truly believe Naruto can cook. It’s a personal headcanon of mine that he always had the skill but never bothered to do anything with it from both laziness of twelve years of no one to show it off too. When Himawari and Boruto are born he wears the apron to make their favorites just to see them smile. His favorite little taste testers.

Untitled by cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Drabble. Prompt: Can I ask prompt? Boruto as a little kid asking his Dad how he lost his arm/how it’s all bandaged up? Thank you!! <3

“Fort Uzumaki” by @itachiboutit - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Family time during a bad thunderstorm.

“missing out” by @flowerslut - Rated T for language, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Prompt: Naruto training with himawari and being proud of her.

“Our Whiskers” by @nekomamoru - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: Whiskers

“for you” by nekomamoru - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. A/N it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t slightly disappointed that Naruto had missed his inauguration but more than anyone, I think Himawari herself would’ve felt a little guilty so this idea popped up and I had to write it down. enjoy!

“The Apple Never Falls Far From the Tree” by @matchaball - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Two-shot. Prompt: From chapter seven of the Konoha Hiden: where Naruto talks to his plants and Hinata presses flowers.

“Pranks” from “Your Hand in Mine” by @spyder-m - Rated G, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. After one too many tricks, Boruto sparks a prank war with his father.

"Day After Day" by spyder-m - Rated T, Canon-Compatible, Series of one-shots. Oneshot series exploring the day to day life of Naruto and Hinata post-The Last. Headcanons about them dating, living together and starting a family.

“To Welcome You” by @eliphya - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Naruto and his children have chores to do before Hinata comes home again.

“Tickling Cheeks” by eliphya - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Himawari loves her fathers stubble and insists on him never shaving again.

“The Job He Never Wanted” by @alabasterink-blog - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. The swing was old and rotting. His children have a solution.

“Time Out” by alabasterink-blog - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Daddy didn’t like oranges. Himawari had a solution.

“Sunshine” by alabasterink-blog - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Himawari decides she wants to be just like her grandma when she grows up.

“Mama’s Boy 2: Like Father Like Son, We Love Her So Much” by basmah-chan - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. In which Boruto needs a little lecture on his hate for his mother’s hair ties, which leads to some father and son bonding time. Their topic to bond over: Hinata.

“Pretend” by @8bittheatrics - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Kids will be kids, and so will some adults.

“Bed Head” by @utsus - Rated T for language, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Naruto and Sasuke are in charge of doing their daughters’ hairstyles for the day. Everything is a struggle.

“Sunflowers” by @myaekingheart - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Naruto teams up with his children to do something special for Hinata for Mother’s Day.

“Ouchimaki” by Tuvstarrs - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. To dress a toddler is an occupational hazard of parenthood that comes with a rather specific set of dangers. Naruto knows this but trying to explain that to your childless friends without sounding like an idiot is a completely different headache.

“his happy ending” by flyingonfeatherlesswings - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Boruto Uzumaki is less than enthused when a film about his father’s heroic deeds is released. He ends up dragged to it despite his protests and learns some upsetting details about his father’s early childhood.

“Mission impossible” by Saku015 - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Hinata goes out to meet her friends, so it is Naruto’s duty to look after his kids for a few hours.

I hope you are doing well, too!!!!

#saradesuchiha #naruhina fanfic recs #sunshine family fanfic recs #sunshine family fics

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vaniri · 1 year ago

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You are my strength [Enver Gortash x Dark Urge]

Dark Urge has a nightmare, which leads her to believe Bhaal wants to punish her for liking Gortash too much. Gortash sees that something is wrong and tries to calm her down.

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Rating: M Category: F/M Word Count: 2 794 Warnings: blood, mentions of death and violence, angst and Durge's religious guilt (Bhaal is a bitch)

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Thank you @ugh-my-back for beta-reading 🖤 you're the best 🖤

(AO3 link in the comments)

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The cold night air was heavy with smoke and sharp metallic scent, so familiar to her and so beautiful. Everything around her was red - the moon shining bright above the city, all buildings she thought she knew but somehow couldn’t fully recognize, the paved street she’d walked so many times before, now turned into a crimson stream. She could hear people scream in horror somewhere in the distance, a sweet melody filling her cold vicious heart with joy. There were also bodies scattered on the ground, so many of them, all eviscerated and mutilated beyond recognition. And in the middle of it all there was her, but she had no memory of how she could’ve gotten here.

Someone was begging for their life and she noticed she was holding a frightened man, writhing in her grasp. Before she could even think or ask herself what the hell was going on, her own hands lifted him above her head and tore him apart, like a worn-out doll, letting his guts spill on the ground before her. Except these were not her hands, but some hideous claws covered in blood and gall. And she had no control over them, nor her own body. She could only watch as it tossed the remains aside and moved against her will, roaming the streets of Baldur’s Gate, killing every unfortunate that crossed her path-

She snapped her eyes open, not daring to move. Something was not right – wherever she was, this place was too dark, too quiet, and smelled way too clean. And she was not alone there, she could feel a strong muscular arm wrapped around her waist. Her vision quickly adjusted to the darkness, letting her get a better view of her surroundings. She wasn’t in her chambers, and definitely not at the Temple, but that ceiling and this entire room looked quite familiar to her. The memories of the evening before came back to her and she relaxed a little, realizing she was still in Gortash’s bed, where she fell asleep like a log after a session of particularly steamy sex, with the lord himself sleeping soundly beside her, his steady breath warm on the skin of her neck.

It was just a dream. Normally visions of a massacre excited her and filled her with delight, but this one was different. Worrying, disturbing even. She knew whose eyes she was looking through, she knew these stories well - Sarevok had told her many times about the greatest honor Bhaal could bestow upon his most devoted children. The Slayer, a horrid beast born from pure hatred, filled with it, that existed for one and only purpose - to kill in Bhaal’s name. Only the ones who made Father exceptionally proud could become the Slayer and she would want nothing more than to please and satisfy her god to the point of deeming her worthy of being turned into his most perfect weapon. But she was painfully aware that there was a heavy price to pay for it. Eventually the monster killed its bearer’s mind, ruined their self, claimed their soul, destroying them completely. That was not exactly the future she would see for herself.

She slipped out of Gortash’s embrace, careful not to wake him, and sat on the bedside. She needed some fresh air to clear her mind. Not wanting to risk flashing any unfortunate residents of the Upper City with her naked body, she grabbed Gortash’s shirt from the floor and put it on, buttoning it up on her way to the big balcony window.

She stood there enjoying the warm night air, watching the clouds waft through the starry sky. Gortash’s mansion was situated in one of the highest points in Baldur’s Gate, meaning he had a great view on the city and the harbor it was surrounding. It was truly beautiful, even at night, suffused with faint silver moonlight that made the waters of the River Chionthar sparkle like a sea of diamonds. But she never really cared about this place. Since she remembered, Baldur’s Gate and its outskirts were her murder-playground. Not home, not a place she had any emotional connection with. She just spilled blood in her Father’s name on these streets, carried out his will in every way he demanded, and one day she knew she would have to destroy this city for him. There was no point in getting attached to anything there.

She never cared for its people either. They were just her prey, sacrificial lambs born to be slaughtered. Oh, how she loved to take their lives, make them bleed, hear their screams and watch the light in their eyes fade until there was nothing but emptiness. Killing was her calling, her purpose and life’s greatest joy and even now she felt a thrill of excitement from simply thinking about it. She yearned to see this city painted in red, brought to its knees with her own cruel hands.

But Gortash lived here too and she did not want him dead.

She had never expected that he would become so close and so dear to her. A couple years earlier he reached out to her, providing information about some stolen bhaalist artifacts, exhibited in the House of Wonders like some common trinkets. He also offered his help in retrieving them, hoping to form a long-term partnership. She agreed, knowing it would be beneficial to have a man of his aptitude and importance at her disposal. After that they worked together many more times, developing mutual understanding and, more importantly, learning to trust each other and rely on one another. Before she even realized they started spending a lot of time together, more than it was necessary. More than it was wise. Gortash had many great ideas he wanted to execute, he was a smart and diligent man, and he wanted her to be involved in almost everything he did. He was very ambitious, which she always greatly admired, and treated her with utmost respect. The man was also very well-spoken and easy to talk with, so being in his company was a literal pleasure. And he was funny sometimes.

No wonder she genuinely liked him.

But it scared her how easily he made her stray from her purpose. How he was able to make her turn her gaze away from her Father. Even now, when she should be long back at the Temple, she chose to stay in his house and spend the night with him. She wanted his company more than she feared to displease Bhaal. And that frightened her. She had never felt like this before, towards anyone, and her own feelings confused her greatly. Shamed her. It was hard to believe she was ready to disobey her god in pursuit of acceptance and admiration from a mortal. And yet, she was standing in Gortash’s bedroom, almost completely naked, with no intention of stopping coming here whenever he asked her to or when she felt the need to visit him.

It was no coincidence that she dreamed about the Slayer tonight, when she was lying in Gortash’s arms. It was a warning, a cruel reminder of what would happen if she continued to defy Bhaal and make him angry. He would force her to kill Gortash, destroy everything she dared to care about, and all she could do was watch as her own hands tear her world to shreds.

A warm body pressing against her back snapped her out of her musing. She tensed feeling a firm arm wrap around her waist, ready to strike, instinctively reaching for her dagger she realized she didn’t have on her this time. Her captor’s hand caught her wrist midway, as if knowing exactly what she was going to do.

"Easy assassin, it’s just me." Gortash’s sleepy voice soothed her immediately. "No need to spill blood."

"And I thought you enjoyed it." She mocked him, reminiscing about the evening before.

"Come back to bed." He kissed her earlobe, and then planted a couple sloppy kisses on the side of her neck. "It feels empty without you."

"Sorry, I just needed some air."

"Is everything alright?" She turned to face him and even despite poor lighting it took him one look to know the answer. "Bad dreams again?"

"Just blood, gore and death, the usual. But this one was different. Father-" She hesitated. What was she supposed to say, 'I think Father just threatened to turn me into a monster that, given the chance, would happily kill you in seconds'? She didn't want to scare him, not him. "I need to go back to the Temple."

"I hoped you would stay with me till morning. And maybe we could even eat breakfast together." She could hear a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

"I… would love to. But I can't, not tonight."

If he was just a regular noble, a wealthy politician she kept close for his contacts and influence. Father would surely let her have a favorite lover, her dearest toy she wouldn't get bored of and discard that quickly. Maybe he would even let her keep him after she brought ruin to this world. But Gortash was not only a worshiper, but the goddamn Chosen of Bane, Bhaal's sworn foe and most despised enemy. His place was on his altar, not at his beloved spawn's side.

"You know my Father is not very fond of you."

"Yes, I am very aware of that."

"He will tolerate our alliance as long as it's beneficial to him. But he can't stand how close we've become. How close I let you become to me."

"Jealous not to be the only one present in your thoughts?"

Not to be present in my thoughts at all sometimes, she thought.

"What did he show you?" Gortash didn't even try to hide his concern.

"A… warning, I suppose? What may happen if I stay too close to you."

"I greatly respect your god, your Father, but he must let you live a little. Before you have to kill us all." A hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "Your leash is already short, there's no need to yank it so often."

"You are a thorn in his side. A distraction for his perfect spawn, the cause of my doubts and disobedience. An obstacle in his plans. I-" He deserved to know the truth, no matter how terrifying it was. They knew each other for so long, been through so much. He would not be scared of her. "Enver, he wants you dead. Gone, so you can corrupt me no more. Nothing would bring him greater joy than seeing you slaughtered upon his altar. And I'm afraid he will find a way to force my hand to wield the blade."

"He can't control you like that."

"I'm afraid he can. He may-"

"No. You won't let him control yourself like that."

He took her hand, the one responsible for so many deaths and so much pain, and gently pressed his lips against her palm, kissing it with pure adoration. And to show her how much he trusted her not to hurt him, he put her hand on his chest where she could feel his heart, beating in a steady rhythm.

"I've known you for a while now and I can say with all certainty that I do know you, mind, heart and soul. We've been through a lot together, good things and shit we barely survived. I saw how strong you are, both on the battlefield and with your resolve. I saw you struggle with your urges and always remain in control of them. I saw you make decisions, your very own, and then live with their consequences. I saw you, a vicious and cold-blooded serial killer, spare lives. And I knew I could trust you. I knew you were not just a mindless puppet controlled by Bhaal, but your own person, with your own doubts, values and determination. And you never betrayed my trust. I put my life in your hands on many occasions and I would do it again, without a second thought, because I know you would not fail me. I know you. And I trust you completely." He lifted her chin with his hand, making her look him in the eye. "I'm not afraid of your Father. Because you stand between me and him. And you would never let him hurt me. Your will is stronger than him."

She was ready to disagree and argue, tell him that he didn't know what he was talking about. But deep down she knew that maybe there was some truth in his words, that he did know her, probably even better than she did. Better than Bhaal. Gortash saw right through her, not afraid to look deeper than she would've ever let anyone. And what surprised her the most was how okay she felt with that.

She'd never had anyone like this before, someone who knew her so well and still accepted her as she was, despite it all. Someone she accepted in her life as well. When she was a child, her adoptive parents tried to reach out to her, become a family, but she was unable to feel any connection with them. She killed them feeling nothing but emptiness. Later she had her congregation, her devoted followers ready to kill for her and her profane Father. They respected her greatly, revered her as they should be, but for them she was just an object of worship, a religious icon they prayed to and merciless leader they feared to disobey. Nothing more. She had no friends, no regular lovers and no steadfast allies. Of course there were also other bhaalspawn, her family, but these vipers only waited for her to turn her back on them, so they could stab it and take her place in the favoring gaze of their treachery-loving god.

And then she met Gortash.

He was like an open book to her, completely honest from the very beginning and never hiding anything, saying that only alliances built on trust and mutual understanding could survive and thrive. She was cautious at first, sensing some kind of ruse, but no backstabbing ever came and she started slowly warming up to him. Eventually he earned her trust, and her friendship. With him she could finally let her guard down and relax, knowing that in case of anything bad or unexpected happening, Gortash always had her back. She didn't even catch the moment when she started calling him Enver. She was not afraid to show him her softer and vulnerable side, just like he showed her his, and she loved how comfortable she felt in his company. In his arms she was not a killer, not a cult leader, not a daughter of a god. She was just a woman, enjoying the warmth and affection from a man she adored.

He was so damn right, she would do everything to keep him safe. She would fight her urges, resist the Slayer and openly defy her god. She could not lose Gortash, she could not lose that little piece of her own world she fought so hard to build, no matter the price.

"You are my strength." She whispered, feeling a sudden surge of warmth wash over her. "With you I can do everything."

"I know." He brushed a strand of her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "That's why I'll remain at your side as long as I draw breath, and then my spirit will find its way back to you. Together, we're unstoppable."

"Every day I pray to my Father, beg him to let me kill you last, keep you at my side till we're the last people alive. I want you to die with me, I want to have you beside me when I am dying."

"And I want to be beside you. Only then I would let your Father guide your hand to stop my beating heart." He took her face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "If this world must end, I want it to be by your hand, and for your glory. It will be my honor to help you fulfill your destiny, to witness your triumph as a bhaalspawn, and then fall into eternal slumber in your arms. When the time is right."

She couldn't contain herself any longer and possessively claimed his lips, dragging him into an intense and fierce kiss that led them both back to bed, where they shared another moment of heated passion. After that, spent and completely exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

No nightmares bothered her anymore that night.

#enver gortash #gortash x durge #durge x gortash #durgetash #dark urge #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate #fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #duck pecks her keyboard

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multifandomfix · 2 years ago

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They Find Out You’re Pregnant (Harry Potter Preference)

Barty Crouch Jr: Barty would be ecstatic at the news. He may go a little overboard, but you have to appreciate his excitement and how he’s so stoked that he’s going to be a better father than his was to him.

Bellatrix LeStrange: Bellatrix would be fascinated. She’d start looking at you like you’re alien, so enraptured with the life growing inside of you. Like you’re a miracle for being able to carry a kid.

Draco Malfoy: Draco would be stunned, a bit panicked, but trying not to show it. He honestly wouldn’t know how he felt about it until he’d had some time to think. In the end, he’d come around.

Lucius Malfoy: Lucius would be stoically proud. Another of his offspring into the world, what was the downside to that? He’d definitely start being extra protective of you.

Minerva McGonagall: Her first thought would be, ‘I’m too old for this,’ but she’d accept the news with a warm smile and eventually start picturing a family life.

Molly Weasley: Molly would be overjoyed at the news of an addition to the family. She might be a little worried under the surface, but she knows you and her will always find a way to make it work.

Narcissa Malfoy: Narcissa would calmly take in the news, remaining far too quiet for your liking. Finally, she’d say that while this wasn’t what she was expecting for this portion of her life, she’s happy that she’d be doing it with you.

Rita Skeeter: Rita wouldn’t love the idea of sharing the spotlight of your attention with someone. But she would come around when you promised her she could dress the child up as she liked and you wouldn’t love her any less when it came.

Severus Snape: Severus would cry with joy. Softly, silently, but tears would roll down his face and he’d take you into his arms and kiss you. You gave him his chance for a family.

Sybill Trelawney: Sybill would be so happy, hugging you tight before backing off and putting her ear to your stomach. You’d tell her she wouldn’t hear anything, but she shook her head. She could already predict the sex of the baby.

For anon

Harry Potter: @whither-the-wind-goes, @bluenystic, @reminiscent-of-sentiment, @unexpected-character, @ppgrayson, @becomingthedreamversionofme, @bloodinthedarksworld, @gothtrash6969, @music-bird, @chaotic-mushroomz, @iciclesandsnow, @animeloverfreak310, @americanphyscos, @m-rae23, @asocialrandom, @404-its-alr, @beyondgaby, @scarlettmal, @wynt3rrr, @geekyandgay98, @link-is-genderfluid-44, @sweetyprincesschaos, @turb0j0cks

#barty crouch jr #bellatrix lestrange #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #minerva mcgonagall #molly weasley #narcissa malfoy #rita skeeter #severus snape #sybill trelawney #harry potter #harry potter preference #hp #hp preference #request

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cevans-is-classic · 7 months ago

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A small destiel thing I wrote last night.

18+ only, please. Religious themes, adult content, dark tones.

He lost his faith long ago.

“Hey.” Long fingers touched his cheek. Something cooler than The Father cupped his cheek.

Dean blinked.

Warm blue eyes looked at him from Father Novak’s crouch beside him. Dean looked around and noticed he'd turned sideways, giving the father space to kneel before him and hold him steady.

Ba-bum

“There you are.” Metal. The cool touch against his cheek. Was the cross of his rosary? His thumb hovers over his bottom lip.

Ba-bum

Dean wet his mouth catching the father’s thumb with the tip of his tongue.

The Father gasped.

“There are things we all do.” His voice is low, rumbling as he talks. It vibrates — the room shaking the shadows along the walls. “things we are not proud of that scare us. Not a single being on this earth has lived their life without sin or regret, without something ugly hiding in the depth of their past. It makes us whole, all those parts we turn away from blending with those we nurture. I’ve committed sins, many. I’ve lied, cheated, bribed, and fought with my brothers and sisters despite my status and the cloth I wear; I gave my life to. Among those sins are a few I never regret, and some I do not see as sins. Things that, even in the briefest of moments, brought forth happiness, joy, and light into an otherwise gray existence.” His thumb traced his lip.

“Can a lone man know happiness?” The cross dropped from his cheek when the Father’s hand curled over his jaw.

He leaned towards him, resting his elbow on his knee and balancing himself against the pew. “I"m not a lone man, my child. I’ve had my family, my friends, my God to walk my path with me-”

“I’m sorry, Father, but that sounds like a lie you’ve told yourself again and again until you believed it.” Dean whispered, voice catching with every word. The father’s eyes moved across his face, looking at him with a furrowed brow, then dropped to watch his lips move.

“Perhaps.” The word fell with a soft hush.

“You can see people’s lies.” Dean felt the air from his words more than they heard him.

“Father-” Dean touches his hand where it rested against his cheek, fingers carding together. His thumb moved, pulling his lip down then letting go.

They’d both leaned closer towards each other until the curl over his forehead tickled.

“Secrets.”

Ba-dum

Neither of them moved. Father Novak’s hold tightened, Dean’s knees touched on either side of his torso. He couldn’t tell if the tremors he felt were from him or the priest himself.

The candles went out.

Dean saw lightning and felt the father jerk when their mouths collided, knocking them both backward.

When Dean tried to move to make room, Father Novak tugged until they’re a tangled mess in the aisle. The Father’s fingers gripping Dean’s jaw, his own hands clawing at his shoulder.

Flames rose, burning through him, leaving marks in the shape of fingers and bruises indented from teeth. The shadows pulse with the blood they smelled, the heat they felt, two bodies being melded together in a twisting rise of sinful need.

A sharp intake of breath had Dean pulling back, his hands pushing him up, up, until he could gasp for air and feel the Father’s mouth along the column of his neck.

Father Novak's teeth scrape his skin, and Dean thinks of heaven and how close he can get.

#destiel #dean and cas #dean winchester #castiel #castiel/dean winchester #alternate universe #blurb #supernatural

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kanerallels · 7 months ago

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Today for @monthly-challenge's Spring Fling we have day 13: Earth! I wrote another Wingfeather Saga fan fic-- hope you guys like it! It's kind of a follow up to the one I wrote a couple days back, I'll link that here! (I'd also like to put these up on AO3 but I so do not have the motivation and energy for it right now. Perhaps later!)

(TW for mentions of death)

From the earth we come, and to the earth we are returned…

Esben stared straight forward as the priest continued speaking. He knew Artham was standing at his side, but his brother had his arm around their mother as she wept. And in this moment, Esben felt terribly, terribly alone.

His father, Jru Wingfeather, was dead. And he was High King of the Shining Isle.

It hadn’t been expected. Not really. His father had been older, yes, but healthy and hale. Mere days earlier he’d been joking around with the two of them, eyes sparkling with joy.

And then, two days ago, he passed in his sleep, a smile on his face. The doctor guessed that his heart had given out, which Esben still didn’t fully understand. How could one’s heart give out if it was so full of so many things? And his father had loved his family, and Anniera, with all his heart.

Nevertheless, he was gone now. Which meant Esben was the High King, and that was a little terrifying in a way that Esben preferred not to contemplate more than he had to.

Sure, he’d been training his whole life for this. But he was nineteen years old, and felt horribly unprepared and unready, and his heart still ached whenever he thought about taking up the crown his father had worn not even a full week ago.

They were going to have to have a coronation. Esben almost groaned out loud at the thought. He couldn’t imagine pretending to be kingly and majestic in front of a crowd right now. If he tried, he’d probably start to laugh. Or cry, and neither option was particularly appealing.

Artham’s nudge in the ribs startled him out of his thoughts. For a wild moment, he worried he’d voiced his thoughts out loud and his brother was going to scold him. But there was no reprimand in Artham’s gaze as he tilted his head silently at the priest, who’d finished speaking and was watching him expectantly.

Oh, right. He’d almost forgotten his own part in the ceremony. Stepping forward, Esben forced himself to look at it— the grave, the coffin that held his father. The mound of fresh earth next to it loomed darkly as Esben approached.

Reaching out, he took a handful of the earth and dropped it on top of the coffin. “May the Maker receive you with all joy, even as we mourn you here,” he recited, loud enough that the crowd could hear. Hesitating, he stared down at the coffin and added, only loud enough for him to hear, “I’ll try to make you proud, Papa. I’ll be a good king.” I hope.

He stepped back, and everything was suddenly moving faster than he could process. Before Esben knew it, the gaping hole was filled in, leaving a dark patch to mark the grave. Artham stepped forward with a tiny sapling, the roots encased in a ball of dirt. Together, as was the tradition, the two brothers dug a hole in the mound of dirt covering the grave and planted the sapling. As Artham shored it up with dirt, Esben stared at the small tree. Out of death, new life. Somehow, that thought didn’t bring him much comfort yet.

They got to their feet together, Artham’s hand on his shoulder lending Esben a little comfort. In turn, he put his arm around his mother’s shoulder when they moved to stand next to her. She pressed her hand against his, and Esben could see her blinking back tears.

And then the funeral was over, and they were heading into the main hall of Castle Rysen, where food had been set out and they could visit with the guests who came to express their condolences and support.

Esben had expected to hate this part. But as guests stopped by, their words lent him strength. They spoke about his father, telling stories— of the king and the man, stories that were funny and stories that made both brothers and their mother cry. It was a bittersweet way to spend the day, mourning the High King, but celebrating him, too.

“It’s how Jru would have wanted it,” their mother said quietly. “He would have loved this, so many friends together here.” She gazed across the room, at the groups of people talking.

“Sorrow, yet joy,” Artham said. “Loss, yet healing.”

Nala laughed softly. “Exactly.”

It was enough to bring a smile to Esben’s face, but only briefly. As another guest approached his mother, he murmured an excuse and slipped away. He needed a minute to himself, just one.

There was a small door in the right hand wall of the hall that led out to a balcony set in the side of the hill. A set of stairs led down to the green below, but Esben didn’t take them now. He just leaned against the railing and took a long, deep breath. Finally, he had a moment to himself, to think.

The sun was shining, which seemed a little wrong. Most funerals he’d read about had rain. When his aunt died, it was raining. But the sun was shining, the light glimmering on the sea. The breeze streamed through the nearby trees, the hush of leaves reaching his ears even from a distance.

It would have been a nice day for sailing, and Esben almost snorted at the thought. At the fact that he could think about those things when… when he was the High King now.

Every time he thought about it, the idea seemed to weigh a little heavier on his shoulders, and he closed his eyes. Oh, Maker. How am I supposed to do this on my own?

He wasn’t quite sure how long he’d been there when he heard the door behind him open, then close, and soft footsteps sounded. Artham? It didn’t really sound like him, which meant it was probably a guest. Esben straightened up, turning to face— Nia Helmer?

His eyes widened as she said, “I’m sorry to disturb you. I thought you’d probably want some time on your own, but Artham— well, he disagreed. I can leave, if you—”

“No,” Esben said immediately. “Stay. Please?”

The small smile she gave him sent a flash of warmth through him, and she came to stand next to him, hands resting on the railing as she stared out at the view.

Esben, however, wasn’t watching the view anymore. He was watching her— dressed in dark, somber clothing, her dark hair braided and twisted back, not a strand loose.

Artham had been right to send her. Anyone else, he would have been impatient or short with, but Nia… he didn’t think he could bring himself to snap at her. They’d been writing back and forth for three years now, with the odd meeting in person when he came to the Green Hollows with his family.

Every time Esben got a letter, he read it again and again, tucking it into his shirt and carrying it close to his heart. He had one with him even now, although he probably shouldn’t admit that. Nor should he admit that just seeing her again seemed to lift some of the weight from his shoulders, to bring him peace he desperately needed.

He looked at her again, at the way she was gazing at the trees and the ocean before them, the sunlight highlighting her skin. Then again, maybe he should tell her.

But not now. Not when he’d just lost his father. A twinge of guilt went through Esben. He shouldn’t even be thinking about this right now.

“I’d guess you’re tired of being asked how you are,” Nia said, breaking through his thoughts.

Letting out a low chuckle, Esben admitted, “I’ve gotten a lot of it, yes.”

“I thought so. So then… what do you need?”

Esben glanced at her, surprised, as she continued, “I can leave you be, or we can talk, or I can just keep you company, or I can get Artham out here. And if you need a hug, I’m here.”

A laugh slipped out, despite himself. “You are… incredible.”

“I’m just doing what anyone would do,” Nia said, turning slightly pink.

“No. You’re incredible. Trust me.”

She smiled. “Well, then, are you going to help me in my incredibleness and tell me what you need?”

“Yes, ma’am. I…” Esben hesitated, then said, “I’d take a hug.”

Without hesitating, before he could think better of his words, Nia pulled him gently into a hug. She was warm and smelled like something sweet, and Esben could feel the strain of the day melting away.

“How am I supposed to do this?” he whispered into her hair.

“Take it one day at a time,” she said quietly. “And remember you’re not alone, Esben. You have people who love you, who will support you. Artham, and your mother, and—”

“And you?” he asked, pulling back a little, his heart stuttering a little as he looked at her. It was something else he shouldn’t have said, maybe. But with Nia in his arms, it felt a little like he could topple the world if he needed to.

She smiled at him like the sun rising over the Shining Isle. “And me,” she told him. “Though… I cannot stay long. I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Esben said, taking her hands. “Just hearing your voice for now is enough. I’ll be here at home for a while after the funeral, but… could I come see you, sometime soon? And your family?”

“Please do,” Nia said, and he knew that she understood exactly what he was thinking.Sorrow, he thought, and yet joy. Finally, he thought he understood it.

#springfling2024 #the wingfeather saga #esben wingfeather #nia wingfeather #artham wingfeather #nala wingfeather #this also is obviously set several years pre series #writing stories is a kind of magic too #not gonna lie i could write a WHOLE lot more about esben and nia #they're just. exactly my kind of ship. i would die for them

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lultimagoccia · 5 months ago

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Peppino had been so surprised by the name on Caller ID, he'd nearly dropped his phone. He fumbled it between hands, saving it from near destruction against the tiled pizzeria floor in just the nick of time before lifting the device to his ear. Almost didn't want to speak. He was afraid she may not answer.

“ H - hello, angioletto. Are you okay? ”

There was a pause – please don't have hung up, please, he just wanted to hear –

“ Heyyyy, Papa. I'm okay! I just … wanted t' check in. And wish ya a happy Father's Day .”

Relief, utter relief and absolute joy at hearing his daughter’s voice responding. His own shook as he spoke again, emotions boiling within his chest, filling his lungs with air that wanted out all at once. But he had to keep his calm, control his feelings. Too many mistakes had been made in moments he failed to do so.

“ Father's Day, today? Really?? My God … I really been losing track of the days. Thank you, Calamaretti. I … I am so happy to hear you. I miss you so much. ”

“...I miss ya too, Papa, ” she replied sadly. “ 'm sorry, for not callin' more … ”

“ No, no! ” Pepp was quick to reassure her, before forcing himself to regain his calm, even tone. “ No … it is okay. I understand. You got your own life, your own things to take care of. I am always here when you need me. Always. ”

A measured breath, like she was trying to contain a swell of emotion. He hoped he had not made her more sad. He never knew what to say, to not make things worse. So he let her take the lead, talk about what she wanted to.

“ … I, uh ... heard about Bisnonno … ” she began again, hesitantly. “ I really wanna fly out, but I got finals coming up and I just couldn’t afford th' tickets right now. But I was worryin' about you, that it was hard for ya to handle all of that, alone … ”

“ It has been hard. Very hard. But I am not alone. Please, focus on your studies and do not worry for me. I am doing well now. ”

“ Thank God, that makes me feel so much better about it ... who's helpin' you? Gustavo? Nonna Margherita? ”

“ ...my, eh. My. She's. Hmmh. ”

He wasn't ashamed of Creecher – quite the opposite, he adored his wife - to - be and was very proud to admit so. But it was always a little nerve wracking, introducing a new partner to his daughter. He worried what she might feel about it. While his life continued on, he never wanted her to feel she was left behind. That he had moved on, without her. She was always in his heart, and so much tenderness and understanding had come from being her father.

“ She? Is … are ya seein' somebody new, Papa? ”

“... yes. Her name is Creecher. I … got no idea how to explain alla that quickly … “

“ Well. I got time. Why don’tcha tell me all of it, slowly. Always did love your stories, right? ”

Peppino chuckled, the sound rolling all the way through him. This was good. A door opening again. A hand extended, offering him the chance to come in again to her life. He just had to be a good houseguest, while he was there.

“ I will do my best, heh! Let me think … her name is Creech, like I say. She is … incredible. Older than me, than anybody. Than the town, even! She come from the forest, and she protect it all that time. ”

Alone. Life moving around her, just within reach but never within her grasp. They had both been so alone before meeting, existing within a world that changed them, but never seemed to make a space for them within it. What a wonderful turn of fate that they found each other, and carved out that space for themselves instead.

“ We meet by chance, many months ago now ... ” felt like a lifetime, at this point. Like her place in his life had been sitting vacant until she was ready to occupy it. He opted not to mention she was living in his garbage can, that part felt much less whimsical and romantic than was proper for a love story like this one. “ She is not like anybody I met. She is clever, and wise, she got a wicked sense of humor and she understands me. I … I am very happy, angel. ”

“ …she sounds really incredible, Papa. I’m really happy for you. All I've ever wanted for you and Mama was for you two to be okay. ”

“ Ah … it is not your job to worry about our happiness, angioletto. You got to take care of you. ”

“ ... I'm trying to, Papa. But it's been so hard, lately. ”

“ Hard? ” his brow furrowed, phone clutched in both hands. If only he could hold her hands in his own, take the pain and burden from her. He knew the world could be merciless, no matter how strong you were. He knew that sometimes, you got tired of being strong. “ Talk to me, angel. What is so hard? I will listen. I am here. ”

There was silence from the other end, such that he feared she would pull back again. She wanted to prove she could handle herself, he knew that. She wanted to show she was brave and did not need Papa fighting all her fights for her, dragging her by the hand everywhere and getting in the way all the time –

“ ... the girl I was seeing. She, uh. It didn't work out. ”

“ Ohh…I am sorry. What happen? ” he asked sympathetically, permitting himself a little protective fatherly anger at the thought that girl she was seeing, ol' What's - Her - Who - Now had missed out on the chance of a lifetime. Her loss! His angel was too good for her, anyway.

“ It’s a lot. I mean, it’s Father’s Day, I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about all my lame college relationship drama … ”

“ ... well. I love your stories. And I got time. Tell it slowly. ”

She laughed, genuinely giggled the way she used to at his jokes, when she was small. And Peppino felt a great warmth settle within his chest, the slightly painful but necessary repair of an old wound finally sealing itself back together. And so they spoke at length, of life, of food, of all that they had missed in the time since last they had talked.

It was the happiest Father’s Day Peppino could ever recall.

#;ic status #;drabble #;guest muse: calamaretti #fathers day ment #( WHEW BOY OK #i wanted to do SOMETHING for father's day but wasn't sure what #since i haven't fully fleshed out pepp's dad #then i remembered pepp himself is a dad so. bittersweet but ultimately positive convo with his daughter!#i think he held on a little too tight and put too many expectations that she'd take over his pizzeria when she was younger #so. relationship is still a little fragile #but healing. ultimately there is healing )

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galaxyedging · 11 months ago

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Maxwell Lord x reader. Din Djarin x ofc. Oberyn Martell x Dieter Bravo.

Set in The 'And It Just Keeps Getting Better' Universe.

Warnings: Smut! M/F, M/M.

Summary: The inhabitants of the motel celebrate Christmas.

Author's note: not proofread because it's already Christmas, and I just finished it.

Merry Christmas

“It's the most wonderful time of the year!” Maxwell exclaims, stamping his snow covered boots on the welcome mat just inside the reception door. Fairy lights and garland adorning the front window shake as he shut the door firmly behind him to keep out the bitter December wind.

Mrs Lord can't help but smile at her husband's child-like joy. Speaking of child-like. “So you'll be back with Alastair around four?”

“Yes, my love.” Maxwell confirms with a press of his cold lips against her cheek. Even through the cold she still leans into his affection. His cinnamon sweet aftershave fills her senses. It's so consuming that she can taste it on her tongue and it's splashed on that oh so biteable neck. Her indecent train of thought is interrupted by the Christmas bells on the door tinkling.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.” Din casts his eyes away almost shyly.

Mrs Lord is still taken by how small the hulk of man can make himself seem.

“It's fine, Din. Are those Grogu's presents?” Mrs Lord makes her way around the counter to take the large hessian sack.

“Thank you again for suggesting this. Grogu hasn't stopped talking about it.” A broad smile lights up Din's handsome face. His brown eyes that can be so intense shine with warmth.

“Neither has Alastair. They will have a wonderful time.” Maxwell can barely contain his own excitement. “Alastair will be here at four but you are welcome to come over earlier to settle in. We always love to see Grogu.”

“He loves to see you, too.” Din smiles at how close they have gotten. Grogu has now got so many aunts, uncles and cousins. It warms Din's heart to see the boy finally surrounded by family.

“Dinner is at two tomorrow. Santos is cooking an amazing feast. Everyone is coming down around half an hour before so we can get everyone seated. There are so many of us.” Mrs Lord laughs.

Who knew that her hiring some company for the night would lead to her having all the company she could wish for?

Alastair wasted no time in throwing himself into Mrs Lord's arms as soon as he saw her she couldn't help affectionately chuckling into his hair. “Hi, Sweetheart!”

“Hi, Mrs Mom.” Alastair thought his nickname was hilarious since everyone calls her Mrs Lord.

It was the ‘mom’ part that stuck with her. Even though she still had no desire to have a child of her own she loved Alastair like he was her own.

“Do you want to see where you will be sleeping?” Maxwell picks up his son's overnight bag already knowing what his response will be. Alastair has been talking about this for weeks.

The three rooms they would be using were on a row of four set back from the rest of the motel. They were once used for staff and their families. They were the lastest rooms to be completely remodelled. The middle one was where Grogu and Alastair would be sleeping. The room to the left had an adjoining door. Din and his girlfriend would be in that one. Grogu had come a long way but Din didn't want him to feel alone. He had explained that he can come through the door at any time to get his father. Grogu had insisted that he would be having too much fun to need him. A thought that warmed and slightly broke Din's heart. That little boy he rescued was growing bigger everyday. As proud as he was, a tiny part of him missed being needed with Grogu's every step towards independence.

Mr and Mrs Lord would sleep in a room on the other side. It was thought it best that the boys couldn't just walk into their room at any time. They had very little restraint when it came to each other.

“Wow!” Alastair’s eyes lit up at the sight before him. There was a Christmas tree in the corner with some presents already wrapped underneath it. Stockings with their names on hung from the bottom of each bed. There were snacks and fixings for hot chocolate set up for them. Board games were stacked on the bedside cabinet. “This is amazing! Thank you, Daddy.”

As much as Maxwell loved his new life, having his son there just made it complete. “You are so welcome!” Maxwell scopes his son up into his arms. “Now shall we go pick something for dinner? We thought we would order pizza.”

“Yes!” Alastair matched his father’s joyful mood.

When an order comes in from the motel in the woods it always causes a stir. Everyone knows the rumours. Satan worshippers. Some sort of religious cult. Sex maniacs. Serial killers. It wasn't the rumours that caused a stir though. Everyone with half a brain that visited knew exactly what was going on there. As they were regular customers, everyone in the pizza place knew. The stir was caused to be the one that delivered the order because they tipped big. Luckily for Jun he was the only one there when the order came in. Unluckily for him, it was a big one.

Reaching into the back seat, he began to pull out the order. Not wanting to make too many trips in the snow, he tried to carry as many things as possible. The garlic knots balanced on top of a stack of pizzas almost tipped over only to be caught by a beautiful woman. “I can take those.”

Before Jun could answer, a parade of men followed her to help take the food in while two excited children weaved in and out of them. Before Jun could form any questions of the set up in his mind, a man with swept back, honey blond hair pushed a wad of cash into his hand. “Keep the change. Happy Holidays!”

Once all the people had retreated Jun blinked back to the cash in his hand to find that it was almost four times the amount of the food. “Er, thank you!” He called to the closing door.

In Reception the pizza was handed out for everyone to take back to their rooms. The boys and their little families retreated to the boys’ sleepover room. They ate their fill sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor.

“Slow down, kid.” Din had to remind Grogu. Even after all the months living comfortably with Din, the child's survival instincts still kicked in. Once upon a time he never knew when or if he'd get to each again.

“Sorry, Dad.” Grogu grinned. Before the boy would have hung his head in shame. He used to take everything, even the smallest, slightly negative comment, to heart. Din's own heart swells at the realisation that Grogu now genuinely feels at ease and the kid is just enjoying the food on offer.

Din puts his hand on Grogu's shoulder. “It's okay, Son.”

Grogu happily leans into his father as he finishes off the piece of stuffed crust in his hand. Mrs Lord snaps a quick candid picture on the camera Maxwell bought her for Christmas. Din mouths a heartfelt ‘thank you’. It's for more than the photo. It's for giving him the opportunity that set him on the path to have his found family.

Mrs Lord mouths back ‘you're welcome’ with tears in her eyes, knowing how the motel has changed so many lives in so many wonderful ways. Before they can get too caught up in their emotions, Maxwell, who is practically vibrating with excitement, loudly excuses himself. Both Din and Mrs Lord know what he's up to so their smiles grow into suppressed laughter.

All the adults tidy up the remnants of the pizza feast while the boys chat animatedly back and forth on their beds. Not before long the sound of jingling sleigh bells fills the air outside. Din and Mrs Lord exchange an eye roll. Thankfully Din's partner goes into full teacher mode. “Boys. Can you hear that?”

Both Alastair and Grogu kneel up on their beds excitedly looking at the door. The bells grow louder until they stop outside the door. The children squeal with excitement as the door opens.

“Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!” Comes a deep voice with a very generic American accent. The door opens wider to reveal ‘Santa’ in a very stylish suit, with a small sack swung over his shoulder.

“I hear you boys are on the nice list!”

“Dad!” Alastair giggles.

“Dad? Oh, I just passed your father. He had to go make a phone call. He said you are a very good boy. He also said that Grogu is too and he loves you both very much.” Santa informs them.

The air is nearly knocked out of Santa as Grogu runs over to hug him. His head of curls pressed against Santa’s more streamlined tummy, his arms tightly around his waist. “I love you, too.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I mean, thank you Santa.” He adds louder grinning up at Maxwell.

Maxwell is just about keeping it together as he slips back into character. “You are very welcome. Now I came here to make a special early visit. I have one present each for you. I will bring the rest tonight when I visit each and every child.”

As Grogu runs off to sit back in his bed and wait for his gift, Max moves after him, catching the eye of Din who is trying to hide his tear streaked face in his partner's hair. Maxwell gives him a nod as his own lip trembles.

Placing the sack on the end of Alastair’s bed, he puts out two identical presents. Each one immaculately wrapped in green paper with a red ribbon wrapped around and tied into a bow. The only difference was the glittery tag with their names on in a fancy gold scrawl.

“Here you go.” He hands both boys their presents. When they don't open them immediately, Maxwell urges them. “Well, go on. Open them!”

Both boys take this as permission to tear into the wrapper. Inside they find a plain white box. Excitement building they pull off the lid to both find a set of Mickey Mouse ears. Both of them look perplexed at Santa.

Santa's accent cracks with excitement as he exclaims “You boys are going to Disneyland!”

It took a good hour and a half to calm the boys down and get them to bed. When it finally looked like they would finally go asleep the adults piled out the main door. Mrs Lord turned swiftly to to Din. “Can you watch the boys? Maxwell and I have some business in the motel. Thank you.”

Without giving him time to answer she leaves dragging her husband behind her. Din grins as they disappear from view. He knew exactly what business they had to conduct. He'd conducted the same business with his girlfriend earlier in the day, twice, in the hopes that an urgent business matter wouldn't pop up as he lay pressed into her sleeping form that night with the boys in the other room. Din thought it a very wise decision that the Lords be on the other side of the motel right now. Having heard their business dealings in the past.

When the door to their room closed behind them Maxwell starts pulling off the Santa outfit.

“Max? Could you…?” For the first time in their relationship Maxwell saw his wife look timid.

It took a moment for him to work it out. “Oh! You want me to keep it on?” His surprised tone made Mrs Lord want the ground to swallow her up.

“Would it be too weird? I don't know why you just look…sexy.” Mrs Lord was talking exclusively to her feet now.

Maxwell doesn't answer at first, his fingers are busy doing up a button and fixing his long white beard back in place. When he does it's with the same deep voiced generic American accent from before. “You have been such a good girl this year you deserve a treat. Why don't you sit on my lap and tell me what you would like?”

‘Santa’ sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide. His semi hard cock was already bulging against the red fabric. A white gloved hand patting his firm thigh invitation. Mrs Lord goes to delicately sit on his leg only for him to stop her.

“Not like that, my dear.” Thin cotton strokes the back on her thighs as he encourages her to straddle his thigh. As soon as she sits down he can feel her wetness through the velvet suit.

“There that's better. Now tell Santa what you want.” His large hands guide her hips to start grinding against him.

“Fuck. I wanna come.” Mrs Lord grits out.

Santa tuts at her. “Now, now. No bad language. I don't want to put you on the naughty list. What do you want for Christmas?” His hands grip her harder, dragging her back and forth over his muscular thigh.

“I want….nothing. For once I have it all.” her breathing is picking up as the crushed velvet bunched against her clit through her thin, soaked panties and leggings.

“Really?” Santa smirks clenching his thigh and moving her faster.

“Really. I've always been well off materially. Now I have the love of my life too. What more could I want? Oh, shit. I'm coming.” her fingers dig into the plush fabric of his lapel as she rides out her release.

“What did I say about the bad language? I'm afraid you are on the naughty list.” A gloved hand threads into her hair pulling deliciously at the roots. Using it as leverage he forces her down to her knees.

“I'm sorry, Santa. Can I do something to get back on the nice list?” The fluttering of her eyelashes from between his legs makes Santa’s cock full hard.

“You can be a good girl and help Santa empty his sack.” the hand that isn't in her hair works at pulling out his length.

As soon as it's free, Mrs Lord sucks it like a candy cane, causing Santa to tug on her hair sharply. “Slowly. Santa wants to enjoy this.”

The second his wife's eager mouth engulfed him Maxwell had to think of the worst things he could think of to keep from spilling his sack early. As she slowly takes him, pushing the tight O of his lips down to the base he makes a note to keep the Santa suit in his closet, after he has her cum dry cleaned from the pants.

“Such a good girl. I think you can be back on the nice list. You can even have an early present. You say you couldn't want anything else but I think you do. I think you want the greedy little hole filling. You want Santa to warm your walls with his cum.”

A hum from his wife vibrates right down to his balls and brings Maxwell right to the edge. “Stop. Santa wants to blow his load in that tight cunt.”

Ignoring him, she suckes hard, hollowing her cheeks completely and is rewarded by the salty sweet tang of his cum on her tongue. Santa shudders through his orgasm. A breathy whine leaves him then he is silent for a moment as he catches his breath. When he does, he drags Mrs Lord up by her hair and forces her face down on the bed. “Naughty girl. Now you have to earn your place on the nice list again.”

One large hand keeps her pinned as the other strips away her leggings. Her ass cheeks are exposed to him in her thong. Her flesh stings as Santa delivers a hard slap to the plump flesh of her cheek. The pain shoots to her clit, engorging it further.

“Oh, Santa!” She screams.

Seeing his wife completely lost in the fantasy gets Maxwell half hard in record time. A couple more spanks have him almost all the way there. He loves how much his wife now trusts him to fully let go of her control. It has awoke something inside of him that he never knew was there.

“You know what. I don't think I will put you back on the nice list. I think you will stay on Santa's naughty list and every year I will visit you. I will take out the stress of the night on your body. I will pour it all into your wet pussy.” As he finishes he notches the cum soaked head of his cock at her entrance. He moans deeply as every inch is welcomed by her body. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock. Soak me while I used your hole for my pleasure, you little fucking slut.”

It's not long before she comes around him. A combination of Santa's words and fat cock, along with her knowing her own body. Santa actually loses count of how many times she comes as he concentrates on filling her as deeply as possible, on having every inch of his cock feel her pussy's kiss. At one point he barely pulls out, just stuffs himself in further and further, harder and faster. His wife's free hand claws the bed as she practically sings ‘oh, god’ like a Christmas carol.

As he nears his peak he finally snaps out of his pussy drunk haze to find that his wife is practically curled up into a ball, shoved right up against the headboard while he had one leg on the floor and one spread across the bed. His hips move impossibly fast as he slams into her. The vulgar sound of his cock filling her sopping channel fills the air along with their moans. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Fuck, Baby. I'm gonna come. Fuck. Do you want it? You want my come in your pussy?”

“Fuck, yes. Max!” She gasps.

“What's my name?” Max grits out. “I wanna hear you scream it, you filthy bitch.”

“Santa. I want you to shoot your cum into my greedy hole, Santa. I want to feel it drip out. Come on, Santa, you always have so much for me.” Her own dirty talk pushes her over the edge one more time. She clamps down so hard on Santa's cock that he has no other choice but to fill her. He works himself through it milking as much cum as his can out to plough it deeper into her. He doesn't stop until his cock is completely soft. Once his soft cock slips out of her, she is on him, licking it clean.

Santa puts her on her back to return the favour. Licking up every bit of their cum that has escaped onto her folds before plunging his tongue inside. A ripple of aftershocks runs through her before she pushes him away.

“Merry Christmas, Santa!” Mrs Lord laughs.

Maxwell joins in with her laughter. “If it always ends like that we can have Christmas every month. I'll buy a whole wardrobe of Santa outfits.”

Mrs Lord suddenly stops laughing and Maxwell worries he's said something wrong.

“Was it super weird..that I…you know…got turned on by Santa?”

Maxwell finally pulls off his bread to kiss his wife's forehead. “We all have something that is a little embarrassing.”

“Oh, yeah? So you have some kinky fantasy about an innocent childhood favourite?”

It was Maxwell's turn to look timid. “Oh, you do! I'm sorry I didn't mean…”

“No. It's okay. I told you it was fine so I don't mind.” Maxwell takes a deep breath and releases it. “Tinkerbell.”

“Tinkerbell? From Peter Pan?”

“Her thighs and hips are so full and that tiny little skirt. Plus she's very head strong. I like that in a woman.” Maxwell's hand that was absently stroking her back gave her arm a pointed squeeze.

Mrs Lord turned her head to beam up at him. “Well, thank you for sharing. Maybe Tinkerbell and Santa can team up and make a little magic sometime?”

“Hmm. I like that.” Maxwell practically growled before kissing her deeply.

“Wait. Does this mean I have to keep an eye on you at Disneyland?” Maxwell answered her question by playfully swatting her ass.

The two of them dissolved into giggles.

The Lord's laughter floated up to the second floor where another set of lovers were wrapped in each other's arms.

“They are pretty cute together. Huh? They have something special.” Dieter comments.

“They are not the only ones. They are just more open about it.” Oberyn stares at the curls forming at the nape of Dieter's sweat soaked neck intently waiting for his response.

Dieter knows his paramour all too well. He can feel those intense brown eyes willing him to see him how he sees him. Not how he thinks the world does. Some drugged up, washed up actor. A loser.

“Don't.” Oberyn can practically hear the negative thoughts in Dieter's tousled head. “Don't go there. Stay with me.” Dieter shudders as Oberyn kisses that spot on his neck.

Everyone in the motel knew that there was something between the two of them. None of them knew the depth of it. None of them knew for the first time in either man's life that they actually felt like they knew what true love was. Neither of them had been looking for it the night they stumped back to Oberyn's room. Dieter just wanted to suck the hot Dom's cock. Oberyn just wanted to use those pretty lips while he held onto that soft hair. After that they met up regularly and the sex was electric. If a client didn't scratch their itch completely they'd seek each other out and fuck until they were spent. Then came the pillow talk. Both of them lowered their defences and would talk about anything and everything until the early hours. Slowly they became more to each other. It all went unspoken until Dieter suggested a new position. When Oberyn had an earth shattering orgasm with his face hovering over Dieter's he couldn't help the words that came out. “I love you.”

When Dieter froze like a deer in headlights, Oberyn moved to pull out and nurse his broken heart.

He stopped when Dieter grabbed his hand. “Ryn...” his voice failed him, choked back with all the emotion. “...I…I love you, too.”

From then on they were even more inseparable.

“I know what you think but I promise you no one else thinks that.” Oberyn pulled Dieter tighter into his arms as if he could squeeze the truth into him.

“No one else knows that you are a prince.” Dieter huffed.

“Mi rey, I am the illegitimate bastard child of a disgraced member of the Royal family. Hardly a prince.” Oberyn scoffs, continuing his trail of kisses down his lover's back.

“Technically you are.” Dieter pouts knowing he is losing the argument and with Oberyn's attention on him, the will to even argue.

“Mi rey, they already know we are together. They are happy for us. I would just like to hold your hand at dinner tomorrow like the Lords will be. Is that too much to ask?” While he spoke Oberyn gently turned Dieter in his arms. His full lips were now making a path across Dieter's chest.

Oberyn taking an eager nipple in his mouth and sucking is all it takes to get the answers he desires. “Fuck. Okay. Fine. You win, Ryn. We'll hold hands. Now just fuck me please!”

Oberyn's well groomed moustache twitches as he hides a smirk. “With pleasure, my love.”

The Lords stare up at the ceiling that may actually be in danger of caving in from the way the light fixture is shaking above their heads. Deep guttural groans fill the air as the bed slams into the wall and the bed springs squeak.

“I can't believe they really think we don't know about them.” Mrs Lord laughs.

“There is a big difference between sex and love, Mi Amor.”

“That's true but the sex is even better with a connection. That's why we were always so good together. I swear I knew I was going to love you before I did.”

Din thinks to himself. ‘The best laid plans…’ With the boys asleep and the door between their rooms firmly shut. He found his cock buried inside his girlfriend, his large hand suppressing her moans as he whispers in her ear. “Keep quiet for me, Baby.”, “That's it, just take it nice and slow.”, “Can you come for me like this? Or do you need my fingers?”

Turns out she did need his fingers but only to suck on to keep her quiet as she came around him. Din whimpered as he pulled out to finish himself off. He needed it hard and fast to finish and he couldn't guarantee that the bed wouldn't make a noise if he fucked her like he needed.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He breathes against his fist he gets closer. His girlfriend covering the tip with her warm, pretty mouth is the last straw as he gives her the cum she's waiting for, his teeth firmly in his fist to hold back his ecstatic groans.

After the adults all thoroughly enjoy Christmas eve, it's time for the kids to enjoy Christmas morning. The presents that Din snuck in in the night sat under the tree signalling that Santa had been. The boys ran to wake up their respective grown ups with eager chants of ‘It's Christmas!”

Four tired but happy adults filed into the room to watch their boys open their gifts. They were so appreciative of each one and complemented each other on their cool gifts.

“We are very lucky men indeed.” Maxwell nudges Din with his shoulder as they watch on.

Din, who feels like he's finally found everything that he'd been searching for just nods in agreement, not trusting his voice in the moment.

Dinner time rolls around and everyone starts arriving at the reception hall. The new maitre d’,Paul, is there to welcome and seat them. The round table had all been pushed into a circle for everyone to sit around the outside. Each table was festively decorated with sparkling silver and white decorations. Lights hung from the ceiling rippled in various patterns.

Jack and his girlfriend arrive first, with the news that Jack has asked her to move into his ranch home with him. Silva and his husband Jake are next. There are a few questioning looks as they arrive as Jake hadn't visited the motel before.

Silva formally introduces everyone before Jake steps forward to address the Lords. “Thank you so much. Without this job Silva and I would have lost our home.” When they look puzzled he continues “I was injured at work a while back. My insurance did cover all of the medical bills plus Silva had to take some time off work to nurse me back to health. Without the generous pay from here, I don't know where we would be. Thank you.”

Maxwell takes Jake's outstretched hand. “You are most welcome. I'm glad we could help you both.”

The handshake moves to a shoulder slapping hug before Paul seats them.

Moreno and Pike arrive together. Moreno is followed by an excited tween. Her head full of curls bounces with each skip she takes closer. She is introduced as Missy with a proud smile on his father's face. Pike is next to introduce his companion. The Lords know he is nervous about bringing her here. Pike doesn't have the best track record when it comes to women. He swears this one is different, he can feel it. The Lords make sure to be extra welcoming to his guest. They see a relieved Pike relax into his chair when he clearly happy date sits and chats to more of the guests. (If only Marcus knew that he'd be telling their twelve grandchildren that story one day after decades of blissful married life.)

Even though they are the ones that lived closest, Dieter and Oberyn arrived last. Even after Joel who didn't have the best time keeping. They walked in, hand in hand and took their seats with the others all exchanged amused glances.

Santos outdoes himself with the festive feast he puts on. The smell alone could keep you fed. Rich gravies, aromatic meat and seasoned veg make everyone's mouth water as they are set out on the long table for everyone to help themselves. After everyone is thoroughly satisfied, in a different way than usual at the motel, the atmosphere is relaxed and happy. People chat in groups and pairs. Laughter fills the air from adults and children alike. Couples, new and more established, hold hands and cuddle into each other. Families, both by blood and found, embraced and celebrated. Love filled the space.

The motel was created to fulfil the wishes of those that visited. It was only fitting that it also fulfilled the ones of those who found a home there. By the end of the night, much to Mrs Lord's delight, Santa made another appearance. After over indulging in a little too much Christmas spirit he was helped to his room by Joel and Din. As he was carried out of sight he exclaimed “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

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