#she is the most PRECIOUS protect her!!!!!!!!

[holylulusworld]

Indifferent (10)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, arguments, mafia au, strong reader, banter, mentions of past physical abuse, very implied mention of oral (male rec)

Catch up here: Indifferent (9)

Indifferent Masterlist

“Excellent,” Steve exclaims before his friend gets the chance to say something, making you leave. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

“We shouldn’t stay here.” You turn toward Winnifred to hug her tightly. “Winni, I’m so glad to see you again. I would’ve missed you dearly. I must go now to make sure my father keeps you out of his game.”

“That motherfucker,” Bucky curses and grunts. He read all the messages you sent to him. “He wanted to sell you off to some other guy. You’re my wife!” He angrily clenches his jaw, eyes darkened blue orbs when he looks at you for confirmation. “That guy taking you away from me is working for him?”

“I believed he came to help me get away from—” You look away, shoulders sagging. “Simply everything, I guess. You. This life. All I wanted was a fresh start, but my father won’t allow it.”

“What if I help you free yourself from your father?” Bucky cockily asks as he steps closer to you and his mother. “What will I get out of it?” His eyes drop to your ass, causing him to lick his lips. “You know what I want.”

You roll your eyes at his behavior. “You’re a pig, Barnes.” You snap at him.

“I want a pretty housewife accompanying me to events. I want her to be a good girl in public, even though we know she’s a bitch.” Bucky laughs when you slap him across the face. “Ouch, that almost hurt, doll.”

“JAMIE!” Winnifred warns. “One more bad word, and I’ll get the soap to wash out your mouth with it. You’ll not disrespect your wife.”

Steve shakes his head. For days, Bucky tried anything to find you. His friend almost lost his mind, and now, he acts as if he didn’t drink himself to sleep.

“Buck, we should come up with a good plan to bring her father down. For now, we need to bring Y/N home and keep her safe. Syverson will, without a doubt, report back to her father and tell him that she ran again.”

“Stevie Rogers, ever the mastermind,” Bucky snickers, but his features harden remembering one night at your father’s house.

You were younger, barely sixteen, and your father was very angry with you and slapped your face. Bucky didn’t like it but held no power at that time. He was young and restless—but he never forgot that you didn’t even flinch when your father slapped you. It told him that this wasn’t the first time he hurt you.

“He won’t get the chance to hurt my wife,” Bucky states as if you are the most precious thing to him. He slings one arm around your shoulders to keep you close to his body. “Do not fret, doll; your strong husband will protect you.”

You elbow him. Bucky snickers. “You’re still an asshole.”

“You’re still a bi—” He bites his tongue. The last thing Bucky wants is for you to watch his mother slap his ass. “Let’s agree on going back home. Now. No more wasting time on chit-chat. Tomorrow, we need to come up with a better plan than running away when we are unhappy…”

The whole ride back to the mansion was excruciatingly awkward—the air filled with tension and unspoken words. Neither of you spoke until you arrived home.

Home—no. Just another prison. A golden cage to keep you from spreading your wings and leaving the world you were born into.

“You’ll move back into our bedroom. I fired everyone helping you escape.” Bucky smirks darkly. “Aww, did you really think I wouldn’t find out some of my employees helped you?”

“Why would you do this?” You sniff. “I only asked them to look the other way. Syverson was the one helping me escape, not them.”

“They didn’t come to me,” Bucky growls and grabs your hand. “You just threw your rings at me.”

“I didn’t!” You protest. “I left them behind.”

“Metaphorically, you threw them in my face!” He argues. “Stop arguing with me, doll! I will only make your punishment harder.” Bucky grins because you don’t give a shit about his antics.

“Do you want me to knee you in the groin again?” You threaten and take one step toward your husband. “Do you?” You chuckle lightly. “I bet you enjoyed it. It was, after all, the only time I touched your dick.”

“Baby, if you knee my dick one more time, I’ll bend you over my desk and spank your ass until you can’t sit for a month,” Bucky hisses at you. “You’ll be gentle with little Bucky from now on.”

Snorting, you glance at his crotch. “So, you finally admit that he’s little? A tiny wiener?”

“Woman!” He exhales sharply, closing his eyes and counting to ten. His mother warned him, and he doesn’t want her to breathe down his neck too. “The maid put your belongings back where they belong. Now it’s your turn to return to my side.”

“In your dreams,” you snap at him. “This is an alliance, not a marriage. I came back because you’re the only asshole I know with enough power to bring down my father.”

“Asshole?” He puts his hands on his hips and cocks his head. “I think you should rethink your attitude around your devoted husband.”

“Devoted?” You huff.

“Yes, devoted!” He yells now. “I was worried sick. Everyone watched me chase around town to find my wife! How dare you run away!”

“How dare you be an insensitive asshole and threaten Thor, who didn’t do anything wrong?” You bite back, hissing your husband’s name. “I’m going to bed!”

You try to walk to your wing of the mansion, but end up in front of a locked door. “What the fuck!”

“I exchanged the locks and locked it,” Bucky snickers from behind you. “Now, my beloved wife, you’ll return to our bedroom and sleep. Tomorrow is an exciting day. We will plan your father’s downfall.”

“Bastard,” you grunt while twirling around. “You better keep your hands to yourself. If your little Bucky gets anywhere near me, I’ll cut it off.”

“I hid all the knives,” Bucky is quick to reply.

“Well then, I’ll bite it off.” You look over your shoulder and smirk at Bucky. “I swallowed bigger ones, trust me…”

[secretlypeerless-cucumber]

"Shidi" Yue Qingyuan says calmly, like talking with a tantrumy child. "Qingqiu-shidis were not being malicious. Take it like a mischievous shidi doing a prank. Harmless, right?"

The smile on the Sect Leader was cold and forced, looking down to one of his closest friends, Liu Qingge, like a bug that crawled too close to his liking. No one can reason with him lately, and its all fault of those two, for which they haven't had a name for since they separated:

Shen Qingqiu and the other Shen Qingqiu.

Qi Qingqi is refering to them as Qing and Qiu in her mind. Qing is the happier one, the one she is sure was taking charge of Qing Jing these last years; Qiu is the sour one, the one she banned from her peak so long ago. She is not 100% sure because they act the same and never do things alone anymore, but that's what she is going with.

Liu-shidi sure is not making things easier for himself either though. Coming here, kicking doors, and demanding punishments for Zhangmen-shixiong's precious dumplings? Easy recipe for disaster. And that's without taking into account how high strung Zhangmen-shixiong has been these days; The man has been even more pathetic than when Shen Qingqiu first joined the sect-...

And speaking of the devil and he may appear! The little shits are in the doorway, the picture of poor, abused children. Sadly holding hands and looking down while one tries to hide behind the other, shuffling shoes and sneaking peaks of the other peak lords.

If Qi Qingqi didn't know, for sure, that the poison didn't affect their minds at all and are thus still the same age mentally, she would've bought the pity act. As it stands she is most unimpressed.

Yue Qingyuan, however, is vibrating in his seat, barely holdin the urge to run to their side like a dog given the 'stay' command.

Liu-shidi has no such compulsions. He immediately jumps to scream at their faces about desecrating his peak and yada yada.

A quick peak at Zhangmen-shixiong confirms that, yep, the man currently wants to eviscerate their littlest shidi. Or wait, are Shen Qingqiu the littlest shidi now?

A barely audible sniffle gets their attention towards the Shen Qingqiu hiding behind his copy, who is leaving his hiding place slightly to looks towards Zhangmen-shixiong with the most tragic big fat tears holding into his long lashes, (when did Shen Qingqiu get so comely? So lovely? Like a shy maiden being harassed by a brute of a man) and whispers in a small voice. "Qi-ge... Are we in trouble?..."

Yue Qingyuan is up and across the room in an instant, covering the Shens with him impressive high and build, which he has never, not once, used against his shidis like this. And it's all to protect the brat that Qi Qingqi CAN SEE is currently smiling viciously behind him. Both of them are! Those little shits!

"I must ask for Qi-shimei and Liu-shidi to leave. Immediately" The man is not smiling indulgently anymore, his grin is cold, and made of pure steel. Figures Shen Qingqiu could still manipulate the man like his well trained puppy.

They leave quickly (How could they not? The man is scary when he gets like this), but Qi Qingqi cannot help herself to a last peak of the brats looking at them leave smugly. They didn't just catch the canary and stole the cream, those little shits can rule this whole sect now and they know it.

Well, that was easier than he thought. Shen Jiu trully has a talent with those tears, Shen Yuan is almost moved.

Looking at poor Liu-shidi stomp away, Shen Yuan can't help but remember the conversation that took them here, just half an hour ago; Where Shen Jiu's smug victory over Bai Zhan got dampen over the reminder of Zhangmen-shixiong, which they very specifically haven't talked about since the splitting.

Shen Yuan couldn't take it anymore, he had to open his big dumb mouth and say: "Yeah right, like Zhangmen-shixiong wasn't the most indulgent older brother ever."

After just a couple of murder attemps he could get (more like force) a reason for his hate out of A-Jiu. To say he was upset would be an understatement.

Yue Qingyuan? Are they talking about the same dude? The one that went into an obvious trap to try an rescue Shen Qingqiu? (They now talk about that name as a role, a character in a play they put on). After his confounded questions both of them were upset. A-Jiu knows about the system and what not so its not like Shen Yuan wins anything lying to him.

A quick stop for Shen Jiu to destroy some Bai Zhan trees to decompress and they arrive to Zhangmen-shixiong's office for some good 'ol confrontation, accidentally coming in at the perfect moment for some troublemaking. A-Jiu is a natural at the bullied younger brother role, seriously, he should just accept Shen Yuan as the older one and just be his Didi.

"We need to talk, Yue Qi."

P

After an hour and a half of relentlessly bullying the Sect Leader into saying something else than 'I'm sorry' (Seriously! He didn't know this man was SO. FUCKING. INFURIATING. He takes everything back A-Jiu, you are in your right to want to hit this man in the head with a shovel), their combined forces force a horrific confesion out of the man. And now everyone is fucking upset because Yue Qi didn't abandon Shen Jiu! It was a massive misunderstanding spanning oh nothing much just two fucking decades.

Shen Yuan doesn't feel like he should be here to be honest, this is a private conversation between the strained brothers and he is just some bastard that stole the younger brother's body for three years. Oh god, Yue Qingyuan will know he is the fake one. Fucking shit why did he spoke up?! They had such a good thing going on! Now he is going to be executed or something worse. What if they torture him for his knowledge of the future and-

His subtle attemp to escape is thwarted by a snake quick hand grabbing him from the collar of his robes like a misbehaving kitten. Which, rude.

"And where do you think you are going?"

"Oh ah... You know... Letting you two have a private... Meeting?"

"Oh no. You are staying right here and telling Qi-ge everything"

"EVERYTHING?! THAT WILL GET US KILLED!!"

Shen Jiu grabbed him by the chin to speak directly in front of him. "Every. Single. Thing."

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[linxnnalyn]

HAIII COULD YOU PLS DO HEIAN ERA SUKUNA LIKE MARRIAGE HCS? I LOVE MY HUSBAND ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Fem! Heian Era! Sukuna marriage HCs

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> That's my WIFE right there :3

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> mentions murder.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, size difference, she’s a big softy for you, cuddling, kissing, dates, jealousy, possessiveness, spoiling, happily kills for you <33

۫ ꣑ৎ To everyone else around you, Sukuna is a dangerous and brutal woman, but to you she is just a big softie (only for you though). She is surprisingly incredibly gentle with you considering how big and strong she is compared to you. Sukuna never lets her guard and walls down, unless she’s with you.

۫ ꣑ৎ The size between the two of you is striking and flustering. Sukuna is tall, broad-shouldered, and you look so small wrapped in her arms. She absolutely adores it. When you're curled against her, resting your head on her chest, arms looped around her waist, she always pulls you in tighter, like you’re the most precious treasure she has claimed.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna is extremely physically affectionate, but she would never admit how much she craves and loves touching you. Sukuna loves touching you, not caring if it’s just one of her hands wrapped around you, having you sit in her lap, or pull you to bed with barely any resistance. She can’t help but have one of her arms touching you all the time.

۫ ꣑ৎ She loves kissing you. Sukuna would often press a kiss to your forehead every moment she can, even when you’re in the middle of something. Her favorite places to kiss you are your forehead, your neck and hands. You never know when she would simply take your hand and kiss your knuckles.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna isn’t a huge fan of dates but is willing to go on with if you ask her to. You would often go on quiet and peaceful dates simply because Sukuna would bring too much attention and she would much rather not risk something happening to you. Though the two of you always enjoy your dates.

۫ ꣑ৎ She loves spoiling you. There is nothing too much, nothing too expensive when it comes to you. You’re hers, and that means you deserve the world—or at the very least, everything in her grasp. Silks, rare trinkets, the finest food, bath oils from distant lands—Sukuna wants you to have only the best.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna is unsurprisingly jealous and possessive. It doesn’t matter if it’s a passing glance or someone standing too close—she notices. She won’t always say anything, but you’ll feel it in how she holds you tighter after, kisses you deeper, grips your waist with a little more heat.

۫ ꣑ৎ She would kill for you without hesitation. Anyone who dares insult or threaten you doesn’t live long enough to try again. Bloodshed in your name isn’t a burden to her, it’s a gift. She doesn’t blink twice before ending a life if it means you’re safe or smiling.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna only trusts Uraume to be left alone with you when she’s gone. Everyone else is too weak, too unworthy, too unpredictable. Uraume is the only one who understands the weight of protecting you, the only one she hasn’t threatened for even looking at you the wrong way. Uraume is the only one Sukuna would trust with your life.

۫ ꣑ৎ She likes to cuddle with you during the night. For someone as terrifying and revered as Sukuna, nighttime is where her softness shows most. Her embrace is heavy, warm, protective. Sukuna doesn’t sleep deeply unless you're wrapped around her. Even asleep, her hand stays on you, fingers splayed against your back or your thigh.

[angeliteeyes]

More more with the Herta puppets. So I'm not sure I'd you know, but the trailblazer has actually, for some reason, picked up a Herta doll and tried to run away with it. And Madam herta was st first indignant about it but relented outta curiosity 10% and cause of the help with the simulated universe( if you haven't seen it, you can find it on hoyolab ir reddit). The thing is, Oni S/O is 100%, NOT cool with it. The herta puppets may find them annoying, sure, and its not even sure why, but it also sent a distress signal to them. So Oni S/O went Papa Wolf/Mama bear/Protective sibling, and the Trailblazer may now treat Sparkle with far more caution if her illusions can also do the same messed type of stuff Oni S/O's can. On another note, the Herta puppets are now tsundere like towards the Oni S/O, and you may or may not always see at least one puppet walking alongside them

Hehehe... I'm back on the Herta train y'all

(¬ ͜ ͡¬) feels good to come back to this series. Expect a lot of overdramatic jellyfish Herta, along with perhaps the most adorable puppet of all... popipo...

The Herta x Oni Reader - Puppet Rescue!!!

-> Masterlist with all Herta x Oni works

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Ah, home sweet home. Admittedly, it kind of hurt your pride that Mei forced you to leave her behind in Penacony... but no worries! As long as you have your precious puppets to mess around with, you can wait. Especially now that you're heading over to see your favorite of them all (don't tell the others that, though).

Puppet #39. Despite how many people think of the several, similarly designed puppets as carbon copies, you've found that they're actually quite unique from one another. This one, for example, has a strange fascination with some digital idol she'd somehow managed to discover—what was their name again... Natsume Miki? No, last time you said that, 39 got really mad at you and stormed off, so probably not it. Well, whatever. You'll just ask them again once you find them.

So... where in the station did they head off to? You run around and around, calling out their name, yet to no avail. Strange, since you've always known them to remain in one room every single day, likely since it's the only one with a music player. Confused, you head over to your and Herta's—the real one's—room.

"Hertaaaaa, I'm home! Ya miss me?" You burst into the room, nearly stumbling to the ground from your speed and joy at the sight of your lover. She looks up at you, sprawled upside down from the side of your bed. For some reason, her face is fixed into a frown, or maybe more of a pout, as she begins to speak.

"Oh, so you finally remember your beloved life partner now that you've wasted twenty minutes running around like a stray dog? I offer you the chance of a lifetime to reunite with your long-lost sibling, and this is how you repay me? Hmph. Honestly, I should sign you up for some lessons in manners." Herta crosses her arms over her chest and turns away indignantly.

"Heh, sorry... I meant to come back sooner, it's just that I couldn't find 39 anywhere. Is she under maintenance or something?"

For a few seconds, she doesn't even speak. Not with her lips, at least; instead, her face does all the work as she turns back toward you with an agape mouth and stunned eyes.

"You can't be serious. You return to my space station—my space station—and you don't even come to see me first? Unbelievable! You're so... ugh, whatever. 39's not here, sorry to disappoint you."

You tilt your head to the side. "Not here?"

"The trailblazer seems to have taken a liking to them as well. They've been rather helpful, so I acquiesced and let them take her back aboard." She stares straight at you with an accusatory glare. "What, are you going to run off again? Don't expect me to let you back in if you do."

Jeez, you knew she had a jealous streak in her, but to this degree? If you go out and get 39 back, she might just actually kick you out for a while. Still... you close your eyes for a moment to ponder. Does she even want to come back in the first place? What if she's happier there, cruising across the vast landscapes of the universe? You pause to give your intuition its chance to weigh in. Right now, they're probably thinking...

[Help me.]

A voice rings through your head, and not your own. With a rush, you realize exactly who it belongs to: 39 herself. Huh, guess that answers your questions. With determination, you open your eyes and meet Herta's.

"I have to save her."

"Wha—Hey!" Before Herta can finish her angry shouting, you burst into a sprint towards the space station's exit. C'mon, you can't just let the poor puppet suffer. What kind of oni would you be if you didn't use your powers for the sake of protecting those you love? Speaking of powers...

You pull out your phone.

"Sparkle, you busy?"

If you had to pick the greatest perk of being a Masked Fool, having such a mischievous friend as Sparkle would easily be your answer. Not only do you get an awful lot of laughs, but she's also surprisingly dependable; that is, she's always willing to lend you a hand whenever you describe a task using words such as "fun" or "interesting". Today is no exception. As you go into details about your plan to steal 39 back, a hearty laughter rings out from your device.

"An opportunity to mess with the Nameless, huh? Oh, I can already imagine their shocked faces when they find out... hehe. Count me in."

-

The Astral Express is known to be welcome to just about any and all visitors. Whether it's for short trips or those who wish to stay for the long haul, the train is so much more than just a machine; it's a home to countless of travelers. Puppet #39, though, doesn't quite see it this same way.

"This place sucks. I want to go back home." She glares up at the Trailblazer, who she now sees as her arch nemesis for taking her away from her precious music player. Said nemesis awkwardly places their hand on the back of their head.

"C'mon, it's not that bad here, is it?"

"It is. And you're weird. Bring me back to the station now."

It took everything in your power not to burst out into tearful laughter at the glorious scene your ears are bearing witness to. It's nice to know that 39's blunt word choices weren't just limited to you, at least. Unfortunately, though, making that much noise would definitely blow your cover. As you wait for the right moment to strike, their one-sided bickering session continues on. For what seems like ages, 39 drones on with complaints with her signature monotone voicebox while the other struggles to appease her. Seriously, what's taking her so long to—

"Heyyyyy! Open up already, I have something to show you!" A certain loud-mouthed girl begins to bang on their door, putting an end to their little spat. You hold your breath and curl tighter into your hiding spot. Meanwhile, the Trailblazer peeks out of their door. A confused expression marks their face.

"March? What's going on?" Instead of responding with words, she instead opts to tug at their raised hand, a motion that pulls their whole body out into the open. The lady smirks down at them as they rapidly try to regain their balance before continuing to drag them along like a poor ragdoll. Well, calling them "poor" is a bit generous, seeing how they stole your precious companion... Still, you watch intently as the two scurry off into the opposite direction. You pay even more attention to the girl's grinning mouth.

"Your turn."

Perfect. Looks like the first half of your plan worked out, now just the hard part: actually getting 39 to leave with you. Who knows how much trouble that little runt's going to cause, though. Seriously... if they weren't so entertaining, you'd probably still be at the station. You sigh. It's hard work being such a kind, considerate person. But of course, since you're the greatest oni anyway, this is a piece of cake.

Step. Step. Step. Slowly but surely, you make your way over to the ajar bedroom door and creak it open. In front of you remains the still extremely bitter (but adorable) 39, facing away from you. You hear her huff.

"I refuse to stay here."

"Then come with me, silly."

It takes a little while for your words to process in her cute puppet head, but when they do, she practically jumps out of her metal skin. She turns to face you with an unreadable expression. You start to shift your legs back and forth under her gaze. Maybe you were right earlier to think that she wouldn't come with you. Sure, she's been whining at them nonstop, but it's not like she didn't do the same exact thing with you back home. Maybe—

A sudden clash startles you out of your thoughts. Clutching onto you tightly, you realize, is none other than the very puppet that always claims to despise you. Yet here she is, burying herself into you quietly. Seriously, what a cutie pie. No wonder she was your favorite.

"...You're better than that weirdo, I guess. Let's go."

-

Surprisingly, Herta didn't seem to make good on their prior threat. Y'know, the one to lock you out and all. Still, as you walk in hand in hand with 39, you catch the way she glares at your intertwined fingers, and a chill runs down your spine. There's no way she's not giving you crap for this later, probably for the rest of your life.

And now she's walking away without a word towards your shared room. You apologize to 39 before hurrying to catch up with Herta's quick strides. You can already feel the anger seeping out of her (as well as hear it with how loudly she's stomping) but push on anyway. She silently makes her way into said room and you, despite the tension, trail in from behind.

"Hey, Herta... you still mad at me?" You try to break the tension with a lighter tone, yet regret it once she gifts you a scornful scowl.

"Wrong. Try again."

You think. "Um... I'm sorry?" Her expression grows even more disdainful and frustrated.

"Closer, but that's not what I'm looking for."

As you examine her more extensively, you notice a deeper emotion beyond just petty anger. It's hidden pretty well, yet the sweat droplet rolling down her skin plus her eyes darting from side to side tell you the truth about what she's feeling. With an exhale, you finally find the right words to soothe her worries.

"I missed you, Herta."

She doesn't express it verbally, but a weight visibly lifts off her body once you utter those words. You smile. For someone so renowned for her intelligence, she sure can be childish sometimes. But that's not an issue; after all, you're hardly any better.

"Well obviously you would miss me! Anyone whose eyes have been blessed with my beauty would feel the same way. It's only natural." Her signature grandiose tone kicks back into gear, much to your delight. She's a lot cuter this way.

"Right, right. Can we go to bed now? I'm sleepy." With a bright grin, she agrees and you two make yourselves comfy within the pink sheets of your bed. You decide that you won't tease her about her extra-tight grip on your form... at least, not until tomorrow morning.

-

A knocking sound at your bedroom door reverberates and stirs you out of your sleep. Curious and confused, you make your way over to the door, opening it to find...

"39?" You stare at her, perplexed. What could she possibly want this early in the morning? From the uncharacteristic twiddling of her fingers, she seems to be having trouble communicating her thoughts. Funny, considering how she normally treats you.

"You. Come with me." Refusing to elaborate, she drags you across the station's halls into her favorite room. Placed within it are her music player, a chair, and a new, full-length mirror. It's only when you two reach her seat that she lets go of your wrist and plops herself down. Then, she points to a set of colorful hair ties.

"Make me have pigtails." Despite her demanding words, her robotic cheeks flush with a color you didn't know they were capable of being. Vaguely, you start to recall her beloved idol and her hairstyle. With a gasp, you raise your voice.

"Don't tell me, are you trying to have the same hairstyle as that Natsume Miki girl?!"

"That's not her name!"

Unbeknownst to you, a collection of other puppets linger at the door. They totally aren't listening in on you or anything! They're just... curious, that's all. Yeah. Who would be jealous of 39 for getting to have you play with their hair? Certainly not them! That's what they'll say to themselves and anyone who asks, at least, as they stick to your side like glue the following day.

You try not to act too smug the first time one of them not-so-subtly complains about a nonexistent tangle. Who says you can't have more than one favorite?

[shiorihyugawrites]

The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Fifty Seven

A/N: OST for this chapter is “Call of Silence”.

A hush fell over the spacious bedroom in the royal palace, broken only by the soft murmurs of relief and the labored breathing of Aurora. She lay propped up on pillows, sweat glazing her brow, her face awash with an exhausted but radiant joy. Clutched in her arms was a small bundle, wrapped in a warm blanket. A tiny head peeked out from the fabric, sporting a tuft of platinum blonde hair reminiscent of Aurora herself, but beneath it gleamed a pair of strikingly intense green eyes that could only have come from Eren. This was Ymir Jaeger, their newborn daughter and, unbeknownst to most, a being far more special than anyone in that room could imagine.

Aurora held little Ymir close and gazed down at the baby’s delicate features. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, leaving warm, salty trails. She could not believe, after so many months of anticipation and terror, that her child was finally here and safe in her embrace. Aurora’s heart swelled with a mixture of love, relief, and a gnawing fear of what might come next. She had brought new life into a world saturated with death.

Historia stood beside Aurora’s bed, one hand resting gently on her friend’s shoulder while the other drifted near the baby as if she couldn’t resist being close. The queen’s own eyes shimmered with tears she made no effort to hide. There was a tangible awe in her features. For all the time she had known Aurora, shared fears and secrets with her, she had never witnessed such a raw moment of triumph and hope against insurmountable odds. With a shaky exhale, Historia smiled down at the baby.

“She’s beautiful,” Historia whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “So much hair already… and those eyes. Oh, Aurora…” She leaned in to kiss Aurora’s temple and then pressed a gentle hand to the baby’s cheek.

The doctor who had overseen the grueling labor relaxed for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He had been on edge the entire time, aware of the constant tremors of the Wall Titans as they marched. Now, ironically, the trembling outside had ceased. The Rumbling had stopped. In the hush of the moment, that realization settled like a dark cloud in the room. Something was very wrong. The doctor cleared his throat but decided to give the mother and child a few precious seconds of peace before inevitably acknowledging the shift in the air.

Aurora, reclined against her pillows, gingerly brushed her damp hair away from her face. She lifted her watery gaze to the tall window at the far end of the bedroom. The glass gave a panoramic view of the palace grounds and, off to the side, the large, glittering crystal that stood in the courtyard. It was there Eren had encased himself using the power of the War Hammer Titan, ensuring he could manage the Rumbling from within a safe vantage point. As her eyes traveled over the crystalline form, her heart tightened. She longed for Eren to be at her side, to see his reaction when he first laid eyes on their newborn daughter. If only she could share this moment with him, unburdened by the war and devastation that plagued them.

But the hush in the room gave way to a terrified murmur when footsteps clambered outside, and a Jaegerist flung the door open. His eyes were wide and face pale. He caught sight of the doctor, Historia, and Aurora cradling the baby and tried to steady his breathing.

“The Rumbling—” he managed, panting as if he’d run across half the palace grounds. “It stopped.”

A ripple of shock and alarm passed through everyone present. For a split second, Aurora didn’t fully register the words. She just held Ymir in her arms, reluctant to let panic ruin this sacred moment. But the severity in the Jaegerist’s eyes made her stomach sink with dread.

“Stopped…?” she repeated, her voice faint. “That can’t be. Eren wouldn’t—”

“We don’t know exactly why,” the Jaegerist stammered, swallowing hard. “But the Wall Titans have all knelt. They’re not moving.”

Historia’s eyes darted from Aurora to the guard. “That means Zeke—” She didn’t finish the thought. They both knew it all too well. Without Zeke’s royal blood in continuous contact with Eren, the Rumbling would cease. Their minds traveled the same dark path: if the Rumbling had paused, it was extremely likely Zeke was dead.

Aurora’s heart pounded, her arms tightening protectively around her baby. “No,” she whispered, a tremor in her voice. “Eren… oh no.”

The doctor opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off when a loud, resounding crack echoed from somewhere outside. The guard whirled, and everyone’s attention shifted immediately to the window. The crystal encasing Eren—massive, shimmering in the sunlight—developed a spiderweb of fractures.

“Look!” another Jaegerist exclaimed, stumbling into the room behind the first. He was covered in dust and reeked of gunpowder. “The crystal— it’s breaking!”

Even from the bed, Aurora could see the crystal shimmer dangerously. Light danced across fault lines that spread like veins. Everyone in the room, from the doctor to the guards, to Historia herself, felt a wave of both dread and hope. Was Eren safe? Was he emerging?

In a matter of seconds, the crystal shattered into a thousand glittering shards. For a moment, they glinted like stars in the midday sun, raining down onto the courtyard. A powerful gust of air followed, rattling the palace windows. Then, as the dust cleared, Aurora could see the unmistakable figure of her husband standing amidst the rubble, steam rising off his body.

He staggered a bit, clearly disoriented. One hand pressed to his forehead, as though an intense migraine overwhelmed him. But the moment his gaze settled on the open palace window, he straightened. Their eyes locked—his a fierce green, hers bloodshot and glistening with tears. Every emotion Aurora felt—relief, exhaustion, fear, love—was mirrored in Eren’s intense stare. He looked as if he were seeing a miracle.

Eren tried to run, stumbled, then regained his footing, rushing across the courtyard. Aurora could no longer see him through the narrow vantage, but she heard the pounding of footsteps in the palace halls. A moment later, Eren barreled into the room, chest heaving.

“I—” he began, breathless. His eyes darted from Aurora’s tear-stained face to the small bundle in her arms. “Aurora!?”

Aurora’s emotions threatened to choke her. She parted her lips, but no words came out at first. She simply extended her free hand, beckoning him closer. Eren took three large strides and knelt beside the bed, tears already glistening in his eyes.

“She’s here,” Aurora managed in a trembling voice. “Our daughter, Eren. Our Ymir.”

Eren’s vision blurred with tears of raw relief. He leaned in, pressing a desperate kiss to Aurora’s forehead, then her lips, not caring that Historia, the doctor, and a squad of Jaegerists stood witness. He just needed to feel her warmth. He lingered there, letting his mouth rest softly against hers, as if to anchor himself in the reality that she was safe, that their child was born healthy. The entire room felt suspended in the quiet heartbreak and joy of this reunion.

Pulling back, Eren gazed down at the baby. Ymir’s bright green eyes blinked up at him, seemingly calm despite the tumultuous world outside. Eren’s shoulders shook with silent sobs. He pressed a palm to his mouth, desperate to contain the torrent of emotion.

“She looks like you,” he breathed, voice cracking. “She’s… so beautiful.”

Aurora let tears slip down her cheeks, reflecting the same sentiment. “Eren, she’s everything. And you did it… you kept me safe… you protected us both.”

But the tense hush in the room persisted. One of the older Jaegerists finally spoke, stepping forward with anxious eyes. “Commander Jaeger,” he said, remembering the question at hand, “the Rumbling— it stopped. Is that… is that because…?”

A sick feeling washed over Eren as he recalled the events of the battle. He remembered the Allied Forces searching frantically for Zeke within his Founding Titan form, the chaos of cannons going off, then the abrupt finality of losing the connection. “Zeke was… shot,” Eren muttered, not wanting to relive the moment. “I saw him— he fell into the ocean. The others… couldn’t reach him in time.”

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The doctor’s face went pale. Historia drew in a ragged breath and placed a hand over her mouth. They knew precisely what Zeke’s death implied: the Founding Titan’s power, bound by the need for a titan of royal blood, would vanish. And so would their only chance to defeat the Allied Forces.

“Then… how will we survive?” whispered one of the younger guards. His voice quivered in quiet despair. “The entire world wants us dead. If the Rumbling can’t continue, we— we’ll—”

A hush, broken only by the soft crying of Ymir in Aurora’s arms, filled the space. Everyone stared at Eren, expecting him to have a solution. But Eren said nothing at first. He simply glared at the floor as though struggling to accept the final, crushing defeat. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to Aurora’s, yearning for some kind of solace in her tearful eyes.

Aurora didn’t speak. Instead, she gently raised their infant daughter toward him. In that moment, Eren understood she wanted him to hold Ymir, to feel her tiny warmth, the life they had created together. Hesitant, terrified of dropping her, Eren slipped his hands beneath the small body, cradling Ymir against his chest.

The baby whimpered softly at first, but settled immediately upon first contact with her father’s heat, her bright green eyes drifting closed. Eren stood completely still, enthralled by how fragile and small she was. He had glimpsed heaven in that one second, and for a moment all the horror outside vanished. 

Then it happened…

A flash of that unmistakable titan lightning crackled across the baby’s form, so faint it might have been overlooked if not for the watchful crowd.

Eren felt something like an electric shock pulse through his arms, traveling up into his core. His eyes went wide. Aurora, witnessing it from her bed, gasped in alarm. Historia, the doctor, and the Jaegerists jumped back, all exchanging terrified looks. Another faint spark danced, and Eren’s mind reeled, trying to make sense of it.

Suddenly, the sound of distant thunder began anew, a low rumbling that escalated into a deafening roar. Outside, the entire ground shook, more powerfully than before. Shouts carried in through the open window from the courtyard as if the kneeling Titans had risen once again.

It was Eren who spoke, face taut with comprehension. “Zeke must have died exactly when Ymir was born,” he rasped, letting out a trembling exhale. He recalled the sporadic memories he had glimpsed of Grisha’s life, how a titan shifter’s powers are transferred to a newborn Subject of Ymir if the holder dies without being consumed. “The Beast Titan… it’s… our daughter, she… inherited it.”

In the stillness, Aurora’s lips parted in astonishment. “That can’t— Are you sure…?”

But even as she asked, the ongoing quake outside confirmed the answer. The Founder’s connection had been severed the moment Zeke died, but now it returned, anchored once more to a new vessel with the necessary royal blood. By some impossible twist of fate, Eren had regained the power to direct the Rumbling, not because Zeke lived, but because Ymir Jaeger, his newborn daughter of royal descent, was now a titan shifter.

“No…” Historia uttered under her breath, one hand pressed to her heart. She looked between the infant and Eren with horror and awe mingled in her expression.

“And now I can do it,” Eren murmured, glancing down at Ymir’s tiny face. “I can finish this. The Rumbling… it’s back.”

The Jaegerists stared at each other, torn between disbelief and elation. They had been certain this was the end, that the Allied Forces would march across the ocean victorious. But with a lightning crack of infant power, the Founder’s plan resumed. They were saved. Or damned. None of them could decide which.

Aurora cradled her arms, longing to hold the baby again, but Eren had to keep little Ymir in his arms and maintain physical contact. He pressed a trembling kiss to the baby’s forehead before sitting beside Aurora on the bed.

The father in him wanted to remain completely in the moment with his family, to hold them both, but war demanded more, demanded that he face the world yet again.

“Wait,” Aurora pleaded softly, voice strained. “You just came back. Please, just— just for a second…”

Their eyes met. A thousand words lingered unspoken between them, heartbreak and love tangled in a single moment. Eren bent down, leaning his forehead to Aurora’s. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I’ll fix this. We’ll be free soon.”

Outside, the courtyard was a cacophony of alarms and jubilant shouting. Soldiers realized that the Titans were moving again, and the walls quaked under the renewed onslaught. Fright and relief blended in uneven doses across every face. ”

Nearby, battered Jaegerists scrambled to form new defensive lines outside the palace. The day had been an endless haze of gunfire and sabotage. Many among them bled from bullet wounds, burns, or lacerations. Eren’s reemergence seemed to lend them new spirit, an almost fanatical spark in their eyes: they would defend him and Aurora’s child at all costs.

Meanwhile in the thick of the battle high above the island, an airship soared through the sky, engines humming. Inside, the cabin reeked of sweat, bandages, and disillusionment. Captain Levi sat by a small, shattered window, watching the battlefield below with stony calm. Mikasa and Armin stood close, peering out at the silhouettes of the fallen Titans. The moment they realized the Rumbling had halted, they all had felt their stomachs drop in dread. But only minutes later, the ground had vibrated with new life, and the colossal horde resumed, unstoppable.

From across the cabin, Reiner clutched his side, steam rising from the patch where he’d been shot in his Titan form. Pieck, in human form, lay close by letting out a quiet exhale of relief. Porco crouched with his head down, bruised and coughing, but alive. Jean and Connie tried to calm Sasha’s frayed nerves as she stared at the ground passing beneath them. Hange, adjusting her cracked glasses, half-laughed in delirious excitement.

“So it’s still going,” Hange noted, voice trembling with exhaustion. “Zeke must be… no, that can’t be right. If Zeke’s dead, the Rumbling should end. Unless—”

“Unless something else happened,” Armin finished. He pressed his palm to the glass. “Eren must have found another way. We have no idea how, but the Titans… they’re on the move.”

Mikasa frowned, tension etched into every line of her face. “We need to get back. With Zeke dead, Eren would have no other way to channel the Founding Titan’s power… unless something else took Zeke’s place.” She trailed off, not sure what that meant.

Levi said nothing, but a dark, comprehending look flickered across his face. If Eren managed to gain a new means of controlling the Founder, it likely spelled more trouble. The one bright spot was that, if the Titans marched, it meant Paradis wasn’t lost just yet. The Allies would be forced to retreat or face unimaginable devastation.

“Set us down in Shiganshina,” Levi muttered to the pilot. “We’ll go from there on foot.”

Down below, the sight was horrifying. The partial rubble of fallen titans littered the area, a testament to the moment the Rumbling had paused. Now, though, those same titans rose, brushing off shattered limbs, regenerating with unstoppable force. The horizon glowed orange with steam, and far in the distance, the ocean churned under the footsteps of thousands of monstrous bodies. The Allied Fleet, once so confident, was likely in full panic mode.

Commander Magath, on a battered flagship far out at sea, could scarcely believe his own eyes. He had been certain they secured victory by killing the Beast Titan. But now monstrous roars rippled across the water, and the thunder of countless footsteps hammered the planet’s crust once again. The entire coastline lit with muzzle flashes as anti-titan cannons tried in vain to hold back the unstoppable wave of heat and flesh. It was pointless.

“How are they still moving!?” Magath shouted, slamming a fist onto a rail. The bridge of the ship was chaos, with officers and crew members rushing to relay frantic orders. The rumble of the massive titans hammered the steel deck beneath them. “Zeke was eliminated— they shot him, I saw him fall. So how is Eren Jaeger controlling the Founder now?”

No one could answer. A sense of doomed finality wove itself into every soldier’s expression. The unstoppable was unstoppable yet again. Their last trick had failed, and the Rumbling advanced, mere hours away from washing them off the map.

Meanwhile in the metaphysical domain of the Paths, Eren and Aurora stood side by side. Exhaustion etched Aurora’s face, but she stayed upright, leaning slightly into Eren’s side. He cradled Ymir in his arms, the infant’s eyes closed in calm slumber. The intangible sands of the realm glowed faintly beneath their feet, and the great, ghostly silhouettes of massive trees surrounded them, reminiscent of the origin story with Ymir Fritz. 

In front of them, Levi, Armin, Mikasa, Hange, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, Porco, and Pieck—who had suddenly materialized here once more—stared in bewildered awe. They recognized the intangible feeling of the Paths, they had believed all was lost when Zeke died.

“Eren,” Armin murmured, stepping forward with cautious reverence, “how… how did you do this? Zeke’s gone. We saw him fall into the ocean. So how—?”

Eren’s green eyes blazed with a furious determination, tears still stained along the edges of his lids. He pressed his palm to Aurora’s shoulder, keeping her steady. “My daughter,” he said, voice low, “is of royal blood, like her mother. When Zeke died, the power of the Beast Titan had nowhere else to go but her. Now, as soon as she was born, Ymir inherited the Beast Titan’s power. That means the Founder is still connected to a royal titan. The Rumbling continues.”

A collective gasp rippled through the group. Mikasa’s lips parted in silent understanding, while Levi’s expression darkened. He remembered hearing Eren mention that if a shifter died without passing on their power, it would transfer randomly among newborn Eldians. He just never expected it to happen the instant of birth, let alone with Eren and Aurora’s baby.

Hange let out a shaky laugh, half-hysterical. “That’s… insane. A newborn. This is the greatest stroke of luck or misfortune… I’m not even sure which.”

Porco, battered but upright, eyed Eren warily. “What about the rest of the Allies? Marley, the Global Fleet? They’ll keep fighting. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed us, or we destroy them.”

Eren’s gaze sharpened, glancing at Ymir sleeping in his arms. “We continue,” he answered simply. “The Rumbling won’t stop again. Zeke’s gone, but now we have a new link. All that stands between us and survival is their complete annihilation.”

Armin let out a trembling breath. “Eren, are we really— we’re going to kill everyone else? Is there truly no other way? You have access to the Founder’s power now… surely you can look for alternative options?” He cast a pleading glance at Aurora, almost as if hoping she might intervene. But Aurora’s eyes were fixed on her child, a haunted acceptance in her expression. She had never wanted mass genocide, yet she wouldn’t see her daughter or the island wiped out. The fear of losing Eren and their baby overcame every other moral boundary. They had come too far to compromise now.

Eren’s stare pinned Armin in place. “I saw the future many times, Armin, and everyone led to the world wiping us off the map…except for the future in which we wipe them out first. We tried everything. Diplomacy, alliances, subterfuge. The Allies still came to our doorstep with the intent to slaughter every last one of us. We can’t risk any more losses.”

Hange closed her eyes, leaning heavily on Levi’s shoulder. She, too, had fought for a better solution. She felt the weight of countless potential innocents crushed beneath giant footsteps. But her mind reminded her that innocents on Paradis had died for decades, for generations, viewed as devils. The cycle of hatred left them no path except forward, no matter how gruesome.

Sasha whispered, “If we stop now, they’ll finish us off, right?”

Jean answered with a terse nod. “Yes. That’s the cold truth.”

Nodding faintly, Eren tightened his hold on Aurora with his free arm. She clung to him, eyes downcast. A flicker of sadness marred her delicate features, but an even stronger flicker of resolve underpinned it. If they halted the Rumbling, her child would forever live under threat. She wouldn’t allow that. 

Armin pressed trembling fingers to the bridge of his nose, tears glistening. He recalled every memory of the old days: the sunny times with Eren and Mikasa in Shiganshina, his dream to see the ocean. He’d seen the ocean, all right, and that ocean was now red with the blood of armies. But he refused to sabotage Eren’s choice. They were in too deep, and loyalty overshadowed guilt.

“Then… finish it, Eren,” Levi said tersely, ignoring the knot in his gut. “We’ll do what we must, or else it’s the end of us all.”

Eren’s gaze swept the group. “Then fight,” he murmured, a spark igniting behind the green of his eyes, “until this entire cruel world bows to us or is trampled. We can’t lose.”

Slowly, the intangible space of the Paths flickered, sending them back to reality. Each soldier returned to their vantage, whether in the airship or on the ground. Eren once again found himself sitting next to Aurora as she leaned against his shoulder, baby Ymir nestled between them. Several Jaegerists who had been silent witnesses to this astral conversation jolted, blinking in confusion, as they realized precious seconds had passed like an eyeblink.

“Eren,” Aurora managed, reaching up to lay a hand on his cheek. “This is how it has to be, isn’t it?”

His voice trembled with regret. “I wish… I wish there’d been another way. But they forced our hand. I won’t let them take you, or Ymir, or anyone else from me.” He kissed Aurora’s brow, then pressed his lips to the baby’s crown of platinum hair. 

Outside, day bled into a furious horizon. The Allies bombarded the Titans, panicked upon seeing them stir once more, but it was too late. The colossal figures rose in unison, unstoppable. Marley’s coastal defenses buckled under renewed tremors. The sea churned into massive waves under a thousand monstrous feet. Most of the remaining Allied ships began to retreat, battered, or sank outright under the combined might of the Titan horde.

Aurora closed her eyes, pressing a trembling kiss to her daughter’s brow. “Ymir, you’re the future,” she whispered, tears mingling with sweat. “This is all for you… for all of us to live free.”

In the distance, the thunder of footsteps reached a crescendo. And so the second wave of the Rumbling began in earnest, guided this time by the intangible link to a newly born Beast Titan. The ground shook more fiercely than ever, entire continents bracing for a final onslaught. Though many Allied soldiers fled, countless more fought to the last breath. The ocean frothed with colossal legs, unstoppable, drowning ships and leveling entire fleets.

Overhead, the sky darkened from thickening smoke and dust kicked up by the Titan horde. The day was turning nightmarish, each footstep a devastating quake. War horns blared sporadically, followed by the distinct crack of cannons. But each volley made scarcely a dent in the unstoppable mass.

Despite the horror, one small, shining hope remained for the people of Paradis: they had each other, and now they had a future. If Eren’s plan succeeded, the outside world would be flattened. None would remain to threaten Aurora’s child, to call them devils, to plan another invasion. They could breathe free air at last.

But the cost was immeasurable. Town after town beyond the island’s shores vanished under the stampede. The line between heroism and monstrosity blurred completely, overshadowed by the singular drive to protect their own. Aurora clung to that logic, tears streaking her cheeks whenever she looked down at Ymir’s tiny face. She recalled the battered remains of Liberio, the cabin in Marley where she and Eren had dreamed of a simpler life, of a family untainted by war. Reality had shown them no such mercy, so they forged their own.

Though the war waged for hours more, the final outcome was never truly in doubt. The Rumbling, anchored by the infant Beast Titan, had become unstoppable once again. Commander Magath, surviving by the narrowest margin, evacuated what was left of his command staff. For them, the new age belonged to Eren Jaeger and the devils of the island.

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[usertoxicyaoi]

"That's what I wanted most. I don't want to be treated specially based on my gender. Just ... normally."

SUGIE TAISHI AS HARU. KAWARETO OTOKO (2024). EPISODE EIGHT.

[sincerely-sofie]

I’m the anon that sent in all the Ruby stuff! It makes me so happy that you love her so much. I didn’t expect her to be such a beloved character to you and I was kind of nervous that you would have hated her tbh. ^^;

Something Ruby related — I had a fic about Twig and co. confronting the siblings before I ultimately scrapped it because I could not write villainous characters without making them feel cliché. I do remember this one line said by Ruby’s sister when she lashes out towards Twig:

“You wouldn’t get it. You have a cushy life style and you baby your daughter instead of actually raising her. We’re doing that ungrateful, spoiled brat a favor — we’re teaching her how to survive. You wouldn’t know the meaning of that with that silver spoon in your mouth.”

I don’t blame you for struggling with not making the siblings feel cliché— writing villainous characters gets 900x more difficult the second you don’t want to make them sympathetic. Ark was fairly simple for me to write, even in scrapped scenes where he was all-in with his villainous role during the events of the post-game. Twig’s aunt, meanwhile, gave me a heck of a hard time while I was developing her backstory.

[shinmiyovvi]

「Call of Duty Black Ops Zombies Oc Trivia: Primis Valena」

Note: This trivia will be updated when another tidbit is added on the list.

POSITIVE:

Lena is a kind-hearted soul like her mother Lumina. She was considered an angel by anyone around her and she got the nickname "Anghel".

She learned how to play the guitar from Tulio and they would try to sing as many songs as they wanted during their time.

Lena and her uncle Felipe had a strained relationship together when her parents were still alive. Felipe would get scolded by his wife Rosalina if he ever tries to make her cry since Felipe hates hearing Lena whimper or even begging him to buy her sorbetes (an ice cream that is made from water buffalo/carabao's milk)

Regarding types of men, she likes a guy who would help her out in the house rather than being a couch potato. Lena adopted her mother's death stare at some point so she may use it as an advantage to threaten their partner if they ever try to be lazy. She loves getting affection so expect to see her very clingy when sleeping with her partner or even just sitting on a couch while looking at the sky through the window. Lena is a sucker for getting smooches on her face or even returning the favor to her loved one. If her loved one confesses their feelings to her or gives her a kiss on the cheek/lips, she will freeze and turn into a cute tomato.

Lena keeps her hair in a ponytail or in a bun. There is only a rare moment where Lena cuts her hair short when she recalls it, she ends up feeling like she looks like Licia if she ends up giving herself a boy cut.

The pendant she is wearing is a birthday gift from her late lover Sgt. George Huxley.

She has a slight crush on Dempsey during Origins but she shakes off that feeling and ends up slowly falling in love with Nikolai due to how his personality resembles a lot of her late lover.

Lena loves to collect flowers, mostly sampaguitas which she would make into a necklace (Which is very popular in small businesses in the country), roses, tulips, dandelions, and lavender.

Since Lena resembles a bit of her mother, there is no doubt that she has the same smile as Lumina does. Every man would find her beautiful and angelic as her smile can instantly melt their hearts.

Like her Ultimis counterpart, she usually draws on her journal to pass the time. If you ever have the chance to look at her journal, you will see some portraits of herself, the crew, and her family and friends.

Her uncle taught her how to fight and use a rifle while her aunt taught her how to speak Russian, German, Japanese, and English.

Lena considered Felipe and Rosalina as her own parents while Marcelo and Dolores were considered as her siblings since she was the only child of her family.

Lena has the most cutest giggles. Whether is just a small chuckle or a sudden burst of laughter, you can imagine how she could make a man go head over heels for her.

Pouting is one of her habits whenever she tries to disagree with something.

NEGATIVE:

Lena tends to overthink a lot which causes her to stare into the abyss and stay silent.

She doubts herself if she begins to feel pressured by someone, especially if the situation is crucial and needs her full attention.

She got a graze under her right eye from Ji Eun which she accidentally mentioned about her father as she observed that Ji Eun has a grudge against her father. Nikolai got angry at Ji Eun for grazing her face which she scoffed and left the two alone.

Lena tends to blame herself if something wrong happens, even if she didn't do it.

She is the type of person who keeps apologizing for the simplest thing in existence as people keep telling her to stop apologizing but she doesn't.

Lena constantly gets nightmares about her parents' deaths which weighed her shoulders a lot. She would often tell the others how lucky they are to have their own parents seeing them grow up and achieve their dreams to make them proud.

There is a time when Lena loses her temper and shouts at Nikolai during the events of BoTD where she also hits his face out of anger but later apologizes and the two make up with each other.

Lena mostly bottles up her emotions but during the events of Revelations, she breaks down in tears after Dr. Monty mentions her parents which he told everyone how much they loved Licia and cherished her.

After the death of her parents, Lena goes through the 5 stages of Grief which she starts to lose hope in her life until she slowly accepts it and moves on to be happy. It happens again as she begins to sulk and mourn George's death. She then continues to accept the reality, trying to fulfill George's wish by letting her move on and find someone who would love her better than him.

Lena considers herself a personification of Death to her loved ones as she often tries to distance herself from them for their own safety.

Lena would sometimes act like she's not being herself which concerns the others. She reassures the crew that she is fine and feels tired on their journey but in reality, she is NOT fine and needs someone's comfort.

[fenharel-archived]

nooo i didnt make ysi/astarions dhampir kids in the cc aha i swear-

[kakusu-shipping]

I saw you were making moodboards for mutuals' self-ships, and I was wondering if you could make one for me and Moira? You've listened to me ramble a lot about her at this point and I'd be curious to see your take on our relationship [@solar-ships]

I started this with entirely too much Text and slowly chipped away at it with images that held the same-ish energy. I went in not knowing your colors but it's an unbalanced relationship anyway so it makes sense for her pallet to overtake it.. I think.

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[yeonban]

Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

@antinomos asked: ★ Miwa @ Kokichi 🥺

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face (only to keep her safe) / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish (which is refreshing in the bleak jujutsu world he's used to) / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back (only to keep her safe) / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else

[gaza-giving-tree]

Video: Hossam Al-Qazzaz has recently given us a glimpse of a day in the life of his family through a video he sent to us, featuring his infant daughter Habiba, son Bashar, and other daughter Diana. Despite their living conditions, Hossam does his best to keep his children's spirits high.

@hanon-qazaz

Story written by @rumiandroses

Imagine being born into a world where the first sounds you hear are explosions, the hum of drones, and the cries of your family fleeing for their lives. This is the reality for Habiba Al-Qazzaz, a precious baby girl who has known nothing but war, displacement, and hunger in her short life. Born in Gaza amidst the ongoing conflict that began on October 7, 2023, Habiba has spent much of her existence so far in uncertainty, hunger, and fear.

This precious little girl is not even a year old, and already, she has suffered through unimaginable hardship.

Her parents, Hossam and Hanan Al-Qazzaz, are doing everything they can to care for Habiba and her three siblings—Bashar (9), Hani (8), and Diana (4). But the relentless devastation of Gaza’s infrastructure has made survival nearly impossible. With no stable income and essential supplies priced beyond reach, the Al-Qazzaz family is fighting a daily battle just to keep their children warm, fed, and safe.

Their GoFundMe campaign has been their only lifeline, allowing them to afford the most basic necessities—food, water, milk for Habiba. Yet despite the thousands of people who have seen and shared their plea, donations have been coming in at a painfully slow pace. Since last year, they have managed to raise only €2,000, an amount tragically short of their €55,000 goal—the sum they had hoped would allow them to evacuate to Egypt with Hossam’s elderly parents and start anew.

Forced to Live on Top of Rubble

Images: (Top) Bashar, Hani, and Diana, still able to smile in spite of the devastation they've been forced to endure. (Bottom) Hossam Al-Qazzaz, as he does his best to clear their destroyed home of debris to make it slightly more suitable for habitation.

As time passed and donations fell short, the family was forced to abandon their dreams of escape. Instead, they now live atop the ruins of their destroyed home, sheltered only by a fragile tent that does little to protect them from the cold, roaming animals, or the ever-present danger of violence. Their reality is bleak, and their options are running out.

On February 8, 2025, Hanan reached out to us with an update on her family's condition:

Image: Hanan's update message to us, informing us of her family's current condition.

The freezing temperatures persist. Her children are crying for warmth in a shelter that provides no protection from the elements.

This is Not a Call for Comfort—It’s a Plea for Survival!

The Al-Qazzaz family is NOT asking for luxuries. They are asking for the bare minimum:

🧤🧣Warmth for their children.

🍞💧 Food and clean water.

🏠🚪A secure shelter.

With further violence looming, the time to act is NOW.

How You Can Help

🔹 Donate to the Al-Qazzaz Family’s GoFundMe to help provide food, warmth, and shelter for Habiba and her family. Every contribution—no matter how small—makes an impact. [DONATE HERE] 🍞💧🍼🧦🧣🧤🏥

🔹 Support the Chuffed Campaign created by our founder, Bethany-Grace, as an additional fundraiser to help the family rebuild their lives. This ensures they don’t have to choose between saving money for the future and feeding their children today. [DONATE HERE] 🌱🏠🛫🕊️

🔹 If you cannot donate, PLEASE share this post. The more people see their story, the greater the chance of reaching someone who can help. EVERY like, share, and repost helps.

The Al-Qazzaz family’s campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters and is #287 on their list of verified campaigns.

A Family of Resilience and Kindness

Hossam Al-Qazzaz is also the cousin of Falestine Asad, another courageous individual struggling to keep her infant child safe in war-torn Gaza. Both Hossam and Falestine are some of the kindest and humblest people you will ever meet. If you can, we encourage you to view and share both of their campaigns, and to donate if possible.

Together, we can help the Al-Qazzaz family find the security, warmth, and stability they so desperately need.

No child should have to suffer like these poor babies have.

Let’s all be part of the reason they make it through another day, and into a brighter, more peaceful future. 🙏🏻🕊️💗

[chuluoyi]

✎ throughout heaven and earth

- gojo satoru x reader

a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you

genre: feral!gojo, injured!reader, hurt/comfort, exponential fluff !

note: we need a gojo who will go ballistic against the higher-ups for dragging you in their mess :) refer to this for the reader's CT, and this loosely takes place after the events in heaven's fury, and the epilogue is based on this very brilliant idea :))

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Something isn’t right.

You should’ve known it was strange when they assigned you with a sudden mission with little to no briefing. You should’ve gone through with your gut feeling and informed Satoru about it.

Because if you did... now you wouldn’t be running for your life like this, frantically dodging the hacks and slashes of this chainsaw-like cursed spirit that was evidently not a Grade 2 as what you were told.

“Ah!” you yelped as the sharp ends of its body struck your shoulder, leaving you bleeding openly. This was no small wound—it was deep enough to make you stagger.

You had to do something about this because merely avoiding wouldn’t save your life. You had to come back in one piece. You have to— for your baby and Satoru.

What if I can’t? The sheer thought made you tremble. Your baby boy was still so little and he needed you more than anyone, and Satoru...

God, you couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Not again. He couldn't handle losing someone again, not after all he had already lost.

You gripped your whip—your cursed weapon—tightly amidst your bleeding hand. You had barely enough cursed energy for a domain expansion that guaranteed a sure-hit effect. You have one shot. This was all or nothing.

But you weren’t sure if it would work, because you were on the verge of exhaustion, and this was a special grade curse. Your domain expansion was definitely not as refined as the Satoru’s, and this monster was an enemy of his class.

“Satoru...” your voice came out in a sob. You were terribly scared, and honestly you were entitled to. You weren’t even sure you would survive this at all, and all you could think now was your husband’s silly grin and how much you loved him.

And right afterwards, you saw the cursed spirit lunging at you, and with everything left that you had, you screamed—

“Domain Expansion: Transcendent Veil!”

“Gojo-sensei, p-please come back... Nee-san is...!”

Satoru was in Kyoto when he received that call from Megumi— and that moment shattered his world as he knew it.

“Megumi, what is it?”

“She w-was sent on a mission... but then it's a special grade— a-and... she... she e-exorcised it b-but—!”

He teleported without second thought to Tokyo. His mind was blank, the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeats, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

“The cursed spirit got her too… It made a cut on her neck.”

His most precious wife... the one person he must protect at all cost, was now possibly—

“Megumi.” He saw him sitting on the hallway of the headquarters’ hospital the with his son on his lap—you had asked him to look after your baby—and the boy looked up to him.

“Gojo-sensei...” Megumi appeared shaken, and seeing that, Satoru immediately took his child from his hands, pulling the little kid into his embrace.

“Go back home, I’ll stay here.”

In all his life, Megumi had never seen Gojo Satoru as calm as he was now. He looked fearsome, as if he was in the battlefield.

“Ichiji.” Satoru turned to the other man rigidly standing next to Megumi, causing him to stiffen up even more. He didn’t say anything further as he pat his little son’s back, and yet Ichiji knew all the same what he wanted from him.

“It’s from… the higher ups, Gojo-san.” Ichiji gulped as he said it. “Y/N-san was suddenly called in yesterday night, and she was told it was an urgent mission.”

“Who called her?”

“It was…”

When Ichiji told him the name, suddenly Satoru barked a snort, and his lips curled into a manic grin. It was a menacing sight for both Ichiji and Megumi, as he looked almost unhinged if not for his secure grip on his son.

But contrary to what they were thinking, what filled Satoru at that moment was pure, unadulterated fury. A righteous sense of being crossed—because, how fucking dare they?

Those higher ups first pressed him to execute Yuji, and when he paid them no mind… now they staged this atrocity against you, most definitely to serve as a warning to him.

“Ichiji, tell them that I’ll pay a visit tomorrow. And drive Megumi home tonight.”

He would make his point loud and clear. He would show them how wrong it was to ever test him. But…

The plan barely satisfied him. They hurt you. His heart finally lurched as he processed the fact… when he heard his baby’s soft whimper against his shoulder.

. . .

You sustained serious injuries, but finally, you were out of critical condition.

When Satoru was allowed to see you, you were still connected to many monitors and breathing machine. He brought your baby too inside, and upon clearly seeing both of them, suddenly your eyes welled up with tears.

“Hey…” his hand gripped yours reassuringly. You sniffled when the strain of your broken ribs made you almost cry out in pain, and Satoru immediately calmed you down.

“Sweets— hey, don’t cry, yeah? You did good.” He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You did freaking good. You’re okay now. You’re going to recover, yeah?”

You gave him a tearful little nod, feeling so grateful that you could see him again. And unbeknownst to you, seeing you like this broke his heart too.

“Mwa...” your baby, cradled in your husband’s arms, suddenly stretched his tiny hands towards you, and Satoru handed him over for you to hold.

With the little strength you possessed, you reached out to stroke his soft cheeks. Your son... the thought of how close you came to death brought another tear rolling down your cheek.

All sort of thoughts went through Satoru’s head at the sight. His wife, the mother of his son, who is proud of him for everything he does—

—and their sorry asses dared to hurt you.

Suddenly all he saw was red.

And he swore he would make it right to you. Soon.

“Ah, Satoru-kun… to what I owe the pleasure?”

“…I’ve heard that it was you who assigned that special grade mission to my wife, correct?”

“Oh, that. First of all, I must apologize for my... oversight. We were misinformed... Our scouts made a mistake while filling the files.”

Satoru was trying not to lose his composure first thing after coming here. Really.

But the knowing tone of the elderly Jujutsu Commander only fueled his rage, growing stronger the longer he stood behind this stupid paper divider.

“So it’s a mistake, huh?” he repeated in a satire manner. “Then do you know that my wife has just gotten out of her maternity leave this week?”

The man behind the divider chuckled quietly. “Satoru-kun… I know the sentiment. Of course you’ll be worried, and it did end in a rather… unfortunate incident. However, jujutsu sorcerers are bound to their duty, and your wife cannot rely too heavily on her status as a member of the Gojo clan to be excluded from—”

Fuck it. He had no patience any longer.

“Seems like I need to be a lot rougher, after all.”

Suddenly the room crackled with electricity and the Jujutsu Commander gasped at the sense of foreboding he felt. “Gojo, you can’t—!”

“Heh, but I can.” He let out the most satisfied laugh before opening his palm and chanting in a lower voice: “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”

In a matter of seconds, the audience chamber of jujutsu headquarters turned into a pile of destruction. The commander barely made it out the deadly vacuum vortex with a shriek.

“Ah! N-no! Get a-away from me!” Satoru stared down at him coldly through his unobstructed heavenly eyes, as he pitifully tried to crawl away. He took one step towards him, stomped on his hand ruthlessly—causing the man to scream, before he got down to his level.

“N-no! Please, s-spare me...!”

“This is my first and last warning to you.” It was beyond terrifying, to see those six eyes in this close proximity. But even more dreadful was the tight chokehold on his throat—

“If you ever try to pull this idiotic stunt again on my wife, know that I can and I will snap your neck.” Satoru’s face split into a sinister grin as he tapped the man’s nape, before he crushed the bones of his hand with a crack and made him howl. “Remember that, yeah?”

. . . that day, none in jujutsu headquarters dared to spread any word about Gojo Satoru’s outrageous conduct, even when it was an attack against their own highest ranking leader.

“Satoru, you don’t have to, really—”

“Nuh, uh! I’ve promised you I’ll nurse you back to health!”

Unaware of anything and everything, you thought that your loving husband was a silly jester trying to make you feel better. On the fifth day of your stay in hospital, you were well enough to eat solid food, and Satoru insisted on spoon feeding you the fruits he cut himself.

“Good girl,” he praised with a wholly playful smile as you chewed on the watermelon. You looked at him with a mock frown, pursing your lips.

“You’re making me look like a kid.”

“You are, in fact, my second kid, so I have all rights to baby you.”

You let out a giggle, but then suddenly your throat felt like it was closing in and you coughed. Instinctively, you reached for your neck— your fingers tracing the scar there.

You still could remember the sense of paralyzing fear you felt as soon as your neck was cut. The heavy bleeding that followed, the way the world blacking out around you…

“Sweets…?” Satoru put down the plate and got a grip on your trembling figure. He gently pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me, hmm?”

Your frantic eyes locked onto his, and your rapid breathing steadied. Your clammy hand reached out to touch his face... before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around him.

“Sweetheart…” Satoru hugged you back in return, sighing against the nape on your neck, as he planted a soft kiss there.

You tried your best not to cry but it was hard not to while remembering everything.

“I-I was so scared…”

“Mhm.”

“I-I kept thinking… w-what if I c-can’t see you… or baby again…? I… I s-still want to do a lot of… things… w-with you…”

The way you shook in his arms like a fragile leaf made something inside him burn. He was supposed to provide you with security, give you a life far removed from curses—

Having left that warning against the higher-ups wasn’t enough, he should’ve made him beg for his life more—

“Listen to me,” Satoru said as he broke the hug, the deep frown in his grave expression made you almost sob. He gently wiped your overflowing tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“Stop thinking that. You’re alright. You’re going to get better. You and me—we are going to raise our son together.”

You took in each of his words fully, even as your lips quivered.

“And mark my words…” Right in this moment, you thought that your husband was most dashing as he gave you his promises—as his blue eyes glimmered under the light. “They won’t ever lay their hands on you ever again. Not while I’m here. Not ever. I already made sure of that.”

You were curious about what he did, but you chose not to press further when Satoru leaned in suddenly and brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, melting your heart into mush.

When he pulled away, it was his usual teasing grin on his handsome face. “Now, I only have one duty left— that is to get my cute wife back on her feet. So, be a good little wifey and have lots of fruits and sleep, okay?”

You giggled freely this time, feeling tremendously safe and loved, and instead of answering, you chose to peck his lips instead— hoping that he’d know that you trusted him with your whole life.

. . .

“By the way… Satoru, where’s our baby?” you missed your pumpkin, and while being with your funny husband lifted your spirits, you wanted to cuddle him too.

He chuckled in response. “Ah! Since Megumi is on an assignment, I left him with Ichiji earlier! Don’t worry, I’ll come pick him up soon, ‘kay?”

Epilogue

“I’m going out for a bit, and if you ever make him upset or cry… I can and I will sense it! So Ichiji—do your best!”

“Bwa…”

“Eeek!”

Ichiji stared at Baby Gojo with literal sweat on his forehead, as the little being curiously looked up at him.

By all means, this baby was adorable. Even more so when his father dressed him in a shark onesie. It was a peculiar choice—just like any of Gojo’s choices were—but it sure made the baby look even more endearing.

But the thing is… he didn’t feel secure enough to hold him! Especially when he didn’t know if Gojo’s claim of telepathic connection with his son was true or not!

Amidst his thoughts, suddenly Ichiji felt a soft touch on his arm and immediately turned to find the little munchkin putting his little hand on him and staring at him with such pureness unbefitting of Gojo Satoru’s son.

How can this baby be a stark contrast to his father? Ichiji was almost tempted to snuggle him, but he knew better.

“O-oh… d-don’t touch me…”

And as he retracted his hand back, the baby suddenly widened his eyes, feeling betrayed apparently, as his little lips wobbled and face scrunched up, so ready to burst into tears—

“Hic…”

“—!! Nooo! Don’t cry! Your father will fry me! Eeek!!”

[oneofreid]

a maternal wish (18+)

summary: in which she wants to be a mother and spencer reid is willing to make that wish come true.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: (NSFW) slow burn smut i promise it’s worth it, talks about pregnancy and possible infertility, slight spanking, explicit language, unprotected (p in v) sex, oral sex (m!receiving AND f!receiving), hints of breeding kink if you squint

a/n: i didn’t realize how long i made this. atp i just let my mind do the work while i type. is this cannon? no. will i still post it? yea. masterlist

When you were younger, you always knew you wanted to be a mother. The idea of bringing another life into this world and being able to call them ‘yours’ creating a warm and familiar feeling. One that set off your own maternal instinct. Yearning to love and protect a child of your own as you watched them grow into their own individual person. Teaching them everything that you know, telling them stories of your own childhood, creating countless memories that you can look back on, celebrating their highs and comforting them during their lows. But most of all, the one you craved the most, the bond you would have with your own mini me as you saw the love and magic through their eyes.

Not to mention the many compliments you have received whenever you babysat your nieces and nephews, their mothers telling you how much of an amazing mother you would make someday.

Someday.

That word echoed in your mind as you walked past the countless of mothers in New York. A pang of sadness and jealousy always striking you as you envied them. The happiness in their faces while they walked with their child whether it was one or two maybe even three or four. An ache in your chest grew as you wondered what it would be like to nurture a child. One that you could give the life that you never got to learn.

Everybody knew how badly you wanted to be a mother. Spending countless hours beaming about babies and all things surrounding pregnancy, your teammates — and best friends, JJ, Emily, and Penelope always being the ones first hand to experience this side of you.

Constantly having to drag you away from the baby sections in stores, or listen to you gush about how cute a baby was that you passed.

‘Look how cute and chubby their tiny hands are! I would give anything to squeeze them.’

They could never get enough of your constant daydreams as you talked about motherhood. Envisioning what your life would look like taking care of a mini you. Only praying that one day that dream of yours would come true.

It was a slow day at the BAU, all of you doing your own thing as you sprawled out on the couch. Your feet laying on JJ’s lap while Penelope was on the opposite end, dully scrolling through the channels on the TV in your breakroom. All of you sat in silence until a photo of your cousin with her newborn baby girl popped up on your phone. The familiar ache in your chest appeared as you showed all three of the girls.

“Look how tiny she is,” you exclaimed. Adoring how precious the bundle of joy looked in her tiny hat and little fists balled up. All of them joining you in gushing about how adorable the petite newborn was.

“I just want one so bad,” you sighed. Shutting off your phone as you pressed your eyes shut. The weight of your longing to have a child of your own was heavy on your mind.

“You could always get a sperm donor, you know? I know you said you hated the idea and wanted the baby to grow up with both parental figures. But maybe look more into it, your baby would have an amazing group of uncles and aunts to love and protect them,” JJ assured you, giving you a knowing smile that even if you did decide to raise a baby alone. You and the baby would have plenty of support from the BAU, and the few family members who stuck around once you left your hometown & past life behind.

“Not to mention, you would make the best mommy ever to her! Or him…they would have the best mommy ever. And oh my gosh, how could I forget, pregnancy would look absolutely stunning on you. Kissed by the pregnancy Gods with that glow,” Penelope gushed. JJ and Emily agreeing with her on the fact that a growing baby bump would suit you well.

“I don’t know guys…I’m about to turn 36 years old. My time to have a baby of my own is practically gone. I should just forget it and stay being the cool, rich, secret spy aunt.” You sighed, sitting up from your position on the couch to run a stressed hand through your hair.

“That’s not actually true,” all of you turned your attention towards the tall figure who stood in the doorway, “I mean yes, the number of eggs a woman has in her ovaries does decline as she ages. However, it’s not totally impossible to have a child at your age. 20% of woman usually end up having kids after the after of 35. Erramatti Mangayamma, a woman living in India, was 73 when she gave birth to her child through IVF.”

The four of you stared at Spencer Reid, for what felt like longer than a minute before you spoke up, “I’m just tired of waiting for the right person to have a kid with. That’s what’s holding me back,” you blinked away a few tears that threatened to spill out, “I want the perfect family. Two loving parents. One solid household. Something I never got myself,” you continued.

The room grew quiet again. Nobody knowing what exactly to say as everyone gave you a sympathetic look, JJ offering you gentle squeeze on your shoulder. Spencer awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to another as he began to ponder in his mind.

He wanted a baby too. He just wasn’t sure if he was the perfect fit, your ideal father figure for yours.

Emily jumped up. Her phone going off, “Sorry to interrupt guys but we’ve got a case. Hotch wants us in the briefing room now.”

Everyone standing up to leave. Just before you could follow the others, Spencer lightly grabbed your arm. Stopping you completely in your tracks. His warm eyes already filled with some form of hesitation.

“Hey, after we’re done. Let’s meet at my apartment, our usual time. Okay?,” he whispered. Making sure no one else around you could hear. His tone slightly different and his demeanor more on edge, nervous, than before.

“Of course, is everything alright?,” you questioned.

Spencer gulped, offering you a small smile. “Yea, yea everything is perfect. I just…I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Spence,” you smiled. Leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his temple before heading towards the briefing room. Leaving him alone with his thoughts as he followed slowly behind you.

His stomach suddenly tying itself together in knots as the idea of having a kid together, with you ran through his mind.

Spencer always wanted to have a child of his own. Although life had a different plan for him, he was always still open to the idea of one day settling down and starting a family with someone. As time passed by and he got older, just like you, the dream that he once had seemed to be fading away.

That was until he began exploring his relationship. Although you two kept it strictly sexual, friends with benefits at most, the idea of you two getting married and becoming something more always lingered in the back of his mind.

Yet, for some odd reason, neither of you ever had the courage to finally make that move. Afraid that you’d ruin what you already have seeing as you two both had complicated love life’s. So you just stuck to being co-workers that happened friends who liked to fuck sometimes. Okay, more like any chance you got.

Or as it was actually called, friends with benefits.

Fumbling with the material of your shirt, you found yourself at the foot of Spencer’s door later that night. The place you always found yourself at where you indulged in cheesy rom-coms, read your weekly novels together, learned a new recipe, or talked about different wide world phenomenons and conspiracy theories. A space where you were welcomed to let your wildest sexual fantasies come true as Spencer made love to you in endless ways.

Your heart began to race as you contemplated actually knocking or turning around to leave. A feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that tonight would be different.

Not having any time to second guess and change your mind, Spencer’s door flew open. His brown eyes staring right at you, your body already growing hot and bothered at the thoughts of the countless positions he will put you in.

“Hey,” Spencer spoke, a grin already making its way onto his face.

Your heart fluttered even though you had just seen him a few hours prior when you had landed back from yesterday’s case, “Hey.”

“Uhm. Hey, Come on in,” he moved out of the way. Leaning against his door, extending an arm out in a gesture that said ‘this way please.’

You offered him a small smile as you walked past him, admiring his apartment. Still in the same condition it was when you had left it a couple days prior. Hearing the click of the door closing itself shut when a pair of strong arms wrapped their way around your waist, turning you around.

Spencer looked down at you, the same look he had given you earlier being written all over his face again.

“What’s wrong?,” you asked. Genuinely concerned that Spencer was having second thoughts about to tonight.

“Can we sit down? Talk for a second?”

Fuck. He doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore.

Did I say something that offended him?

Is he going to tell me that he just wants to be strictly friends now?

A lump grew in your throat as your mind began to race, the many questions and doubts that flooded your mind about what possibly Spencer needed to sit down to tell you. Allowing him to guide you to the brown leather sofa that sat in his living room. Sitting down beside him as you looked everywhere besides at him.

You took a deep breathe, picking at the skin of your nails before finding the courage to speak, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Uhm. Everything is already. I just…what I would really like is,” Spencer paused for a moment before blurting it out, “I want to have a baby with you.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. The air suddenly being knocked from your lungs while your mouth got super dry.

“Spencer…,” you began.

“I’m serious. I want a baby with you. And I know, this is out of the blue. Our situation is nowhere ideal for the typical upbringing of a children. Hell, we’re not even in an official relationship yet,” Spencer rambled.

“Where is this even coming from, Spence?,” you asked. Unsure of what prompted him to even think of having a baby with you, you, of all people.

He sighed, “Back in the breakroom before we left for the case, I heard you talking to Garcia, JJ, and Emily about how badly you wanted kids. How you wanted your own to raise and love. Anytime that a baby is around you, you are always eager to hold them and your eyes light up.”

You nodded, listening intently to what he had to say as you followed along, “It got me thinking. We’re both in our late 30s. Our relationship is progressing and heading in the right direction. We both want the same thing. To have our own kid, raise them in a stable home with two loving parents. Something we both never had.”

“But what if this, I mean us, doesn’t work. Having and raising a kid isn’t something to take lightly, Spencer.” You pointed out, not knowing if he was actually serious about having a child with you. Or if he was just jumping at the opportunity.

“It’s not something to take lightly. However, I want this and more importantly, I want you. All of it. All of you. Our future. Raising our child or if willing, children, together and growing old. Drinking our coffee, reading our books, watching those horrible reality tv shows that you weirdly seem to love. I never thought I would see myself like that with anyone…,” he grabbed your hand, his warm eyes still completely locked and focused on you, “but I want this life with you.”

Before he could get in another word in, you pulled him up from the sofa. Closing the gap between you two, you crashed your lips onto his. The kiss so rushed yet passionate on both of your ends. You began to moan, melting into him as his large hands roamed your body.

Your own hands finding their way to tug at his hair, pulling him even close to you until there was no room for air. Tugging and gripping at his brown locks while moans left his lips, still hungrily kissing yours. Guiding you towards his bed as the back of your legs hit the soft mattress, sending you both on top.

The kiss you exchanged completely heated, both of you desperate to touch each other properly. Breaking apart from the kiss, Spencer looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. A softness clouding over them as his fingers grazed the collar of your shirt. His shirt. The metallica one that he had let you borrow the one morning you left his apartment after one of your ‘sleepovers.’

“Can I?” Spencer asked, delicately tugging at the loose fabric that covered you, his eyes searched yours for any uncertainty.

Grabbing his wrist delicately, you reassured him. “Spencer, I trust you.” Putting his mind at ease. Allowing him to pull your clothes off of you before he did the same. Pealing his clothing off until the two of you were completely bare. His eyes only growing more infatuated at the sight of you naked and ready for him on the layout of his bed.

Knowing this time would be different than the others you two have had sex.

Spencer slowly took his time to kiss every inch of your body. His lips making their way from your collar bone to the inside of your thigh, sucking on the skin to leave bruises. Marking you officially as his.

“About to make you feel so good, baby,” he mumbled.

“Spencer…I-Ohhh” you moaned, his fingers dipping slightly to graze you only to attach his lips to your folds. Head nuzzled between your soft thighs as he kneeled in front of you, your core pulsing at the sight of him devouring you like you were his last meal.

Watching him suck the bundle of nerves, the arousal in your heat pooling. The sight of him flicking his tongue while he swirled that silver tongue of his on your area driving you feral. Your hands gripping his hair while you pushed his head further, feeling your stomach tighten.

His moans vibrating against your cunt, sending you even further into your climax. Still violently flicking and licking your fingers with every swish of his delicious tongue. You panted heavily, the pace of his swirling and sucking quickly increasing until you came hard.

Humming in approval, Spencer looked up at you. His eyes clouded with hunger and lust while he licked his lips. Collecting the remnants of your cum before swiping his tongue on the inside of your thighs.

“Sweet, you taste like heaven, my love,” he praised. A smirk being sent your way while you eyed him, the bulge more than evident as his cock restrained against his boxers.

“Do you trust me?” You asked, eyes looking up at his brown ones. Still needing the reassurance that he was comfortable with you pleasing him. A boundary you two have respected since the day you first hooked up with each other.

Reid’s eyes softened again, still not used to someone caring for him that much during their most intimate times. A small smile on his face, he grabbed your hand before giving it a squeeze.

“I trust you.”

His eyes softening again, still not used to someone asking for his consent. A small smile on his face, he grabbed your hand before giving it a squeeze.

Giving him a quick kiss, you tugged his boxers down. Your eyes now leveled with his hardened length as his tip glared at you red and angry. Slowly pumping his cock, you ran your hands up and down his shaft. Feeling him tense under your touch, you began to work your mouth on his tip.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, collecting a few drops of pre-cum. Loving the taste of him on your tongue. Arousal soaking your folds again while you thought about him filling you, putting a baby, his baby inside of you.

“You’re so beautiful, Spence,” you cooed. Stroking his cock in your hand, slowly rubbing your hand up and down it. His tip red and aching due to how hard he was for you.

A blush crept on his cheeks at your compliment, muttering a small ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re so pretty’ before peppering kisses down to your collar bone.

Catching Spencer completely by surprise. You grabbed his length by the shaft, forcing it down your throat. Till his tip hit the back causing you to hold back a gag as you choked due to his size. Your saliva coating his cock as you began to hollow your cheeks in and out. Creating a sucking motion as you slid his cock up and down, Reid’s moans filling your ears sending you in a spiral. His fingers knotting through your hair to shove your head further down his cock.

“J-Just like that, honey,” he moaned. The pet name he has only ever used for you falling from his swollen lips.

His moans filled the silent room, continuing to fist your hair while he face fucked you. Tears running down your cheeks with every thrust of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Grabbing the back of his muscled thighs to get a better grip for stability.

“Fuck, you feel-“

In a swift motion, Spencer flipped you on your stomach with your ass on full display for him. Hearing the rustling of his sheets behind you, he climbed on the mattress. Grabbing his still achingly hard dick before running the tip teasingly up and down your wet folds.

A moan leaving your lips while you withered beneath his touch, growing desperate to feel him inside of you again.

“Use your words, baby. What do you want me to do you?” He nipped at the skin of your ears, sucking lightly.

“I….want you,” your breathe hitched as the tip of his cock filled your entrance, shutting your eyes tightly.

“What was that, sweetheart? I need your words. Where’s my please?” He halted, stilling his movements. Your core ached, begging for more of his cock to fill its velvet walls.

Little shit. You rolled your eyes, growing impatient by the second. Debating on just taking his dick into your own hands so that he would finally fuck you. His hands grasping your arse before smacking one cheek. Hard.

“Ohh. Fuck. Spencer, I want….I need you to fuck me. Please, pretty please baby. Fill me with all of your cum until it’s dripping out of me. Till I’m pregnant with your baby. Want to make you a daddy so bad-“

A strangled moan left your lips as Spencer finally thrusted into you, hard and fast. Leaving you no room to breathe while you struggled to catch your breathe. The wind knocked out of you as he continued to thrust into you from behind.

“Yes. Spence, baby, harder. I know you can fuck me harder,” you panted. Ready for him to completely stretch you to your limit.

Feeling completely feral as the bed rocked beneath you. Spencer’s movements harsh and rough, gaining more momentum with every thrust, railing into you from behind. His hand gently wrapped around your throat while he pounded into you underneath. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot sending moan after moan to leave your body.

His grunts and lewd moans in your ear while he held you flushed against his chest, leaning your head to fall back onto his shoulder. Sweat dripping down both of your bodies as the room grew thick with heat and arousal.

“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum….Watch it drip outside of you. Having you wish that I could fuck you this good every single night while your pregnant with our child, right baby? Isn’t that what you want,” Spencer breathed, his own pants in your ear, moaning louder than you have ever done before.

Roughly pulling out his cock before flipping you over. Your back hitting the mattress while you lifted your legs up, wrapping them around his waist. His hand grabbing to support you up. Spencer thrusting back into you like he never pulled out, both of you keeping eye contact while tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Need to see you…you’re so beautiful, my love. Just look at you. Might have to put a ring on your finger too,” Spencer whispered in your ear. Moaning in your ear as your pussy clenched at his promising words.

The coil growing in your stomach as you peaked in your high. Thrust after thrust, Spencer added more momentum, quickening before finding another steady rhythm. An ache growing between your legs, a definite sign that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Your nails dragging along his back only to pull him in for another kiss. Not having enough to taste of him, you moaned into his mouth. His thrusts never faltering as his cock twitched inside of you. Clenching your walls around his thick shaft, pushing him to release as hot spurts of his come filled you. Your own release mixing with his while he slowly thrusted inside of you. His lips still entangled with yours, nipping at your bottom lip while your tongues swirled. Tasting every bit of each other.

Breaking away from the kiss, Spencer brushed his thumb under your eye. A few tears had fallen from the intensity and roughness of his handling. Both of you silently knowing that you could handle it and that you trusted each other.

He slowly pulled out of you, massaging the inside of your thighs before placing a delicate kiss on them. Leaving to get a wet towel as he gently cleaned your folds. A hiss leaving at your soreness and the harsh sensitivity of your nerves.

“Sorry, angel, I know you hate this part,” Spencer apologized.

You always loved how attentive and loving he was after sex. He always took care of you even if you wanted to rush out, he still made sure that you were okay after being so vulnerable.

“You don’t have to apologize, Spence, I appreciate you taking care of me after this” You smiled, still feeling on cloud nine from the work of his cock and tongue on you.

“I’ll be taking care of you nonstop for nine months then a little mini version of us for a lifetime,” he joked.

Your heart fluttered, still in awe of the fact that someone would want to have a child with you. Let alone someone like Spencer Reid.

“Do you think I’ll make a great…dad?” Spencer stammered. The word, and his soon-to-be new name, still so foreign to him.

His hand nervously playing with yours while he let it silently dawn upon him that he was actually to be one.

“The best. Spence….you are not like your father, you will never be like him. You will make an amazing dad, a caring one who will give his child the best upbringing and life possible that is full of nothing but love.”

Spencers eyes welled up with tears. getting choked up by your words. Knowing that you truly mean them. Already picturing your bump, all the milestones you’d celebrate together, and the life you would soon bring into this world.

He always dreamt of being a father. And now, that dream was become true all because of you.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

charles getting his four year daughter leo and leo is cutest puppy but someone even looks at her and the puppy is growling at everyone, leo lays on her protectively and won’t let her sleep alone, charles always finds them together

Leo, the bodyguard

Charles loved his daughter more than anything in this world.

Nothing brought him more joy than hearing her sweet laughter echo through their home or feeling her tiny arms wrap around his neck in an excited hug. At four years old, Yn was his entire universe, and Charles would do absolutely anything to make her happy.

So, when she had a bad dream, he immediately rushed to her side, brushing her tears away and whispering sweet reassurances until she fell asleep again. When she was hungry, he never hesitated to cook her favorite meals, even if it meant burning pancakes a few times before getting them just right. And when she had a wish? Well, Charles did everything in his power to make it come true.

And for the past three weeks, Yn had wished for one thing and one thing only.

"Papa, I want a puppy," she had said, her big, bright eyes shimmering with hope.

Charles had smiled at her request the first time she mentioned it, thinking it was just a passing thought. But when she brought it up again the next day, and the day after that, and every day after for three weeks, he realized this wasn't just a fleeting wish—this was a dream.

And if there was one thing Charles couldn’t resist, it was his daughter’s dreams.

Which is how he found himself standing in their living room one sunny afternoon, holding a small, wriggling bundle of golden fur in his arms. The tiny dachshund puppy tilted its head curiously, its long ears flopping as it let out a soft yawn.

"Yn!" Charles called, trying to keep his excitement in check. "Come here, ma chérie. I have a surprise for you."

It only took a second before the rapid sound of tiny feet echoed through the hallway. Yn came dashing into the room, her pink dress fluttering as her curls bounced with every step.

"A surprise?" she asked eagerly, her face lighting up.

Charles knelt down, revealing the little dog in his arms. "Meet Leo," he said softly, watching her expression carefully.

For a moment, Yn just stood there, her mouth slightly open in shock. And then, with a squeal of pure joy, she threw her arms around both the puppy and her papa. "A puppy! You got me a puppy!" she cried, her voice filled with wonder.

Charles laughed, the sound warm and full of love. "I promised I'd always listen to your wishes, didn't I?"

Yn pulled back, cradling the tiny dog against her chest like the most precious treasure. "He's so cute, Papa," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I love him."

Leo, as if sensing her affection, licked her cheek softly before snuggling closer to her. Charles couldn't help but smile at the sight—his daughter holding her new best friend, her face glowing with delight.

From that day on, Leo became Yn's constant companion. Whether she was playing with her toys, drawing pictures at the kitchen table, or snuggled up on the couch watching cartoons, Leo was always right beside her. And Charles, despite having expected chaos from adding a puppy to the mix, found himself utterly charmed by the tiny dog.

It didn't take long for Charles to realize one very important thing: Leo was fiercely protective of Yn.

It first became obvious when a few of Charles' friends came over one afternoon. The house buzzed with laughter and conversation as the drivers settled into the living room, chatting about the upcoming season.

"Where's your little shadow?" Max asked, leaning back against the couch with an easy grin. "I haven't seen her all day."

Charles chuckled. "She's in the playroom with Leo. Probably making him wear another tutu."

Just as he spoke, Yn emerged, her small form half-hidden behind the doorway. True to Charles' words, Leo followed close behind, his tiny body nestled in her arms and wearing a sparkly pink bow around his neck.

"Papa, look!" Yn giggled, holding Leo up proudly. "He's a princess now."

Daniel let out a loud laugh, clapping his hands together. "I think Leo's the most patient dog in the world."

But as soon as the drivers shifted closer to get a better look, Leo stiffened. His little ears perked up, and with a low, rumbling growl, he flattened himself protectively against Yn's lap.

The sound wasn’t exactly menacing—coming from such a tiny dog, it was more amusing than anything else—but it caught everyone off guard.

"Is he… growling at us?" Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I think he is," Pierre grinned, leaning forward slightly, only to be met with another determined growl.

Yn just giggled, stroking Leo's head gently. "He doesn't like when people come too close," she explained matter-of-factly, as if her little dog protecting her from a group of grown men was the most normal thing in the world.

Charles shook his head fondly, though he couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. "Leo takes his job very seriously," he said, pride and affection mingling in his voice.

"Well, I wouldn’t want to mess with him," Max joked, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "He clearly runs this house."

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of warmth and laughter, with Leo remaining firmly planted on Yn's lap, keeping a watchful eye on anyone who came too close. Even when Daniel tried to tempt him away with a treat, the tiny dog refused to budge.

Later that night, after the guests had left and the house was quiet once more, Charles tiptoed down the hallway to check on Yn before heading to bed. The door to her room was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open gently, peeking inside.

There, nestled beneath a mountain of soft blankets, was his little girl, her face relaxed and peaceful in sleep. And right beside her, curled protectively against her chest, was Leo.

The tiny dog blinked sleepily at Charles as if acknowledging his presence before burrowing deeper into Yn's embrace. Charles felt his heart swell with warmth, the sight filling him with an indescribable sense of peace.

Quietly, he stepped back, closing the door with a soft click.

He knew, without a doubt, that no matter what, Leo would always be there to protect his daughter. And in that knowledge, Charles found a deep, abiding comfort.

Because if there was anyone in the world who deserved to have every wish come true, it was his sweet, precious Yn.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading my work. Mt requests are always open for you!

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