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seabirdtxt · 11 months

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It's been a while since I made a request to a blog, but I really enjoy your writing, and your AUs got my brain going with ideas (especially the Glitch AU). It has me thinking about how our favorite little Puppet boys would react to some of the... interesting hobbies I have: two of those being things like Doll making/repainting, and cosplaying/ general fantastical costuming.

I feel like both of these hobbies have the potential to lead to both hilarious situations and moments of being a bit... perturbed at best (especially doll making: the random assortment of doll limbs being places, or having naked dolls that are precariously hung from the ceiling to finish drying from paint jobs).

I do know that at least Kabukimono and Wanderer (Scara might have forgotten since he hadn't used the skill in a long time, and Wanderer likely relearned it) know how to sew, so the sewing part could be cute bonding time.

Could be platonic or romantic in nature: both would be fine. And also, fully understand it will probably take you time to get to this, of you even get to it at all. I just appreciate you taking the time to read this request~! Can't wait for your next bits of work: hope you have a wonderful day~!!! 💕💕💕💕

hey!! thanks so much for your request!! this was a funny idea bc i can't imagine any of scara's iterations being any good at collaboration but for all separate reasons lmao

I'm not too knowledgeable about doll making but hopefully you like this anyway :D i wrote it as a bit of a glitch!AU spinoff in my mind, but feel free to imagine any other scenarios these three clowns might come together for hahaha WC. 1.3k

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When the three puppets were told not to enter your room and disturb your hobby workstation, this isn’t what they had in mind. Wanderer thought maybe you did something embarrassing as a hobby, Scaramouche thought it might be something potentially dangerous especially if you intended to keep it a secret from them, while Kabukimono was certain that you did some sort of artistic craft that you preferred to keep hidden until the end product was finished.

All three of them were right, in some way or another.

The three of them stand in your workshop, staring in horror at the dozens of separated doll components you’d strung up around the edges of the room. Scraps of tiny, doll-sized outfits were scattered around your desk, and a half-painted doll head was mounted on some sort of device in the middle of the chaos. The doll’s single painted eye watches their trespassing with silent judgment.

You’re glad you find them out so soon, and you have exactly three seconds to stop them from touching anything in the workshop.

“WhatareyouguysDOINGinhere?!” Nailed it.

Kabukimono leaps a vertical foot into the air out of fright at your sudden and shrill outburst, while the other two react in more subdued manners before turning around to face you, standing in the doorway behind them. Your arms are outstretched, palms forward, and you’re braced as though you’re anticipating some sort of impact.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You warn. “Not all of these are dry, and if you smudge anything I’ll have to restart them.”

“Why do you have a bunch of dismembered doll corpses?” Scaramouche asks, jerking his thumb at the precariously hanging doll components.

“A seller in Inazuma asked me if I could help him finish a few dolls, since I told him I used to do it as a hobby back in my world.” You explain, not dropping your guarded position. “If any of you want to eat dinner this week, I suggest you step away from the dolls. Slowly.”

“Can you not call them that?” Kabukimono complains to Scara as the trio carefully shuffle out of your workshop. “They’re not corpses, they just haven’t been put together yet.”

“Well, they aren’t alive either, so what’s your point?”

“If you need some help completing them, I can pitch in.” The three of you look wide-eyed at Wanderer, who seems to immediately regret making the offer. He shrugs and looks away quickly. “Or not. Whatever.”

“I’d love some help,” you start hesitantly. “But what did you want to help with?”

“I can sew the clothes, I guess.”

Scaramouche’s nose wrinkles at this statement. “You can sew?”

“Why is that so surprising?” Wanderer counters, reaching into the inner lining of his haori and showing off a small, familiar cloth doll. Instantly, Kabukimono is patting himself down with a frantic expression, before pointing at Wanderer accusingly.

“Where did you get that?! I lost it a long time ago!”

“Heh, of course you did.” Wanderer smirks. “I made mine. What, are you telling me you never thought of making yourself a new one?”

“I was never good at doing the small stitches…” Kabukimono pouts, crossing his arms and eyeing the doll jealously.

“That aside,” Wanderer continues, turning to you. “I can help you finish the clothes for your project dolls. The faster you can finish them, the faster you can retrieve the commission for them, right?”

“That’s true, I guess,” you acquiesce, already running the math in your head. If you could get the commission for the dolls early, you might not have to budget as hard this week.

“I wanna help too!” Kabukimono declares, raising his hand (a bit redundantly, given he’s standing right next to you).

“Whatever,” Scaramouche snorts and waves dismissively as he begins to walk away. “If that’s what you nerds want to waste your time on, be my guest. As long as you don’t make it my problem, I don’t care what you do in your free time.”

“Party pooper,” you say, sticking out your tongue at his retreating back. “Well, what do you say, guys? Let’s get this bread?”

“Sure,” Wanderer nods, heading back into the workshop.

“What does bread have to do with dollmaking?” Kabukimono asks, even as he’s herded into the room by you.

“I’ll explain later, let’s finish up these bad boys first,” you promise, and the workshop door closes behind you.

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“I made another sword!” Kabukimono declares, hurrying over to your workbench and showing off the tiny doll-sized sword he’d made. The fifth one, so far.

“That’s great, buddy!” You give him a pat, to his delight. “I think we’re okay on swords for now, though, d’you wanna try making something else this time?”

“Okay!”

Wanderer looks up from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, a few pins sticking out of his mouth as he uses them to hold his patterns in place.

“Did your toymaker guy say what kinds of dolls he wanted?” He asks, holding up another utilitarian-looking outfit. “I can’t imagine this is what he had in mind when he asked for your help.”

“I mean, these are kind of edging into action figure territory,” you shrug. “But that’s probably fine. There’s a market out there for everything, nowadays.”

“Make a kimono that looks like the Shogun,” Kabukimono suggests, handing Wanderer some purple fabric. “Everybody likes the Shogun, right? She should be pretty popular.”

You and Wanderer both wince (for different reasons) at Kabukimono’s well-meant statement. However, Wanderer does take the purple fabric and sets it gently aside, and you wonder if he’ll take the suggestion after all.

“Are you losers done in here? I’m tired of doing the dishes for two days straight,” Scaramouche kicks the door in, uncaring of the delicate work you three are doing. Thankfully, the risky parts are all done, so nothing suffers any damage with his sudden entrance. Scara drops three bowls onto your workbench, each piled with fried rice and vegetables.

“Ha, you’d make a great housewife,” Wanderer snickers, earning himself a smack on the back of his head. “Ow.”

“Thank you!” Kabukimono takes his bowl and brings it to where he’s working on something, hopefully not another sword.

“Thanks,” you say as well, giving Scara a genuine smile. The puppet scowls and leaves as quickly as he’d come in.

“Don’t bother! It doesn’t benefit anyone if you drop dead from starvation, you know?” he sneers over his shoulder as he slams the door shut.

There’s silence as you three eat the lunch that was generously provided, stacking the bowls and putting them beside the door for when you guys go for your next break.

“I think I’m done after I finish this last outfit,” Wanderer sighs, holding up the unfinished garment. It looks hilarious in his hands, a cheerful pink and purple kimono in stark contrast to his deadpan expression.

“I’m almost done too!” Kabukimono adds, holding up his latest project: a doll-sized armor set. You smile gratefully at the both of them, even as you rub your temples with a sigh.

“Okay, great, I’ll put these together and bring them to the toymaker later this afternoon, then!” You say, hoping you sound enthusiastic about it. You think about the mismatched collection of outfits and sword accessories, wondering how you were going to sell this to your temporary employer.

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As it turns out, if there’s one thing Inazumans like, it’s swordsmen. The toymaker looks in awe at your half dozen tiny samurai, handing you a pouch of mora with a pleased word of thanks.

As you’re headed back home, you get a telepathic message from Wanderer.

KABUKIMONO WANTS TO KNOW WHEN WE’RE GETTING MORE DOLLS.

‘He fired me, we’ll have to do something else,’ you think back, hoping you don’t sound too guilty in your head.

As much as you love these guys, you aren’t sure you could take another two days straight of having to collab with them. Hopefully buying some treats on the way home will placate them.

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^ reader trying to juggle all three scara iterations without breaking any of the dolls LMAO

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creedslove · 9 months

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hiii, how about a headcanon of reader, sarah and joel painting the house or redecorating sarah's bedroom now that reader is married to joel, AND MAYBE IT IS THE FIRST TIME THAT SARAH CALLS READER MOM by accident???? and reader and joel cry?? idk 😭😭 I know it is much but I can not stop thinking of being a wife to joel and have a family with him😭😭

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: this is too beautiful anon, I loved this request ❤️

• Sarah had been begging Joel to redecorate her bedroom since the two of you got engaged and though you were excited to help them, Joel always seemed to come up with an excuse not to do it

• one month he said he didn't have enough money to buy the paint and the other materials to do it and he absolutely refused your offer of helping him pay for it

• the next month he told her you two were too busy with the upcoming wedding and the three of you wouldn't have enough time to finish it

• and the other month he said you wouldn't be able to do it because of your honeymoon, which was kind of true, but it was during the wedding you found out the real reason why he was postponing doing the redecoration

• at Sarah's refusal to wear the pink dress full of flowers her grandma - your mother-in-law had bought her because it was too childish and settling for another dress that wasn't so pink she picked with your help, you could see in Joel's eyes the melancholy of his little girl growing up

• she used to love pink, flowery dress, just as she used to love the pink walls of her room her dad painted when she was just a baby and now the walls were about to go, just like the bunch of dolls she got over the years

• you felt sad for Joel, you knew how strong his bond with his daughter was and how close they were, but you also felt sorry for Sarah, she was growing up and she should be able to enjoy the new phases of her life

• so as soon as you returned from your honeymoon, you sat down with Sarah and took notes of everything she wanted to get it done with her bedroom and then you drove her to the store, letting her pick everything she wanted

• you had saved some money and you thought it would be a nice way of spending it, she would be happy and Joel would have to accept it one way or the other

• once you got home with the new paint, curtains, bedspread and carton boxes to store everything she didn't want anymore, he widened his eyes at the surprise of seeing you two with the new stuff

• he was chewing on a sandwich so you sat next to him and asked Sarah to begin gathering the things she would like to donate, which she quickly went to do it and you took Joel's hand

"You know she'll forever be your little girl, right? No matter if her walls aren't pink anymore or if the barbies are gone, she'll always be your daughter and love you, just as you love her"

• a blush spread through his face as you said those things, he swallowed his sandwich wanting to say something but you just shook your head

"besides, think of all the lucky little girls that are going to be able to play with Sarah's old dolls, she's doing something really nice for them and she learned that from you... You know, how to be kind. Also, she told me she doesn't want pink on the walls because it hurts her eyes when she's reading"

• that was partially a lie, Sarah was going to help other kids by donating her old toys but she hadn't said anything about the wall colors, but judging by the way his eyes softened when you justified why she was leaving behind a part of her childhood, you knew you'd said the right thing

• so once Joel was done eating, the three of you changed into older clothes and after a painful period of dragging around furniture, you began painting the walls

• you didn't actually know how to do it, but as soon as Joel showed you how it was done, you got the hang of it, plus it ended up being a lot more fun than you had expected

• turns out Joel got really excited about the fact he was spending time with his daughter and that made him realize that was much more important than the color of her walls

• and the happiness in her face was just beautiful, she was excited and telling you about her plans of decorating, asking for your opinion and advices

• you were more than happy to help her and give your thoughts, seeing she really valued and appreciated them

• it took the three of you most of the day to get her bedroom done, but once you finally got the decoration part - the one she was more excited about - Joel decided to help

"so are you putting your books or your funkos on this shelf?"

"I don't know dad, let me ask what mom thin- I mean, Y/N"

• Sarah felt embarrassed at her mistake and looked at you with widened eyes, not sure what to say, if she should apologize to you or what, she hoped you wouldn't think it was weird

• you turned to her with a gentle smile and took a step closer, brushing your fingers through her soft cheeks and wrapped your arms around her smaller frame

"you can call me mom if you want, I would be very happy and lucky to have you as my daughter"

• you sniffed softly, your eyes watery at the emotion of hearing such beautiful words from her

• Joel also felt very emotional and wrapped the two of you into his warm tight embrace, he had tears in his eyes he wanted to hide, he really loved hearing his daughter call you mom, because you'd been acting like one ever since you walked into their lives and he knew you were just perfect at it

"Alright mom..."

• Sarah shyly dried her own tears and chuckled a little shy, she looked at you and gave you another tight hug

"Where should I put my books?"

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cherry-holmes · 7 months

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MIRACLE - Javier Peña x F!reader

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

Chapter —

MASTERLIST

Summary: After been married for a while, you and Javier have struggles to conceiving a baby. Would it affect your relationship?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +5k

Warnings: Angst and comfort. No smut. Lots of crying. Mentions of infertility, pregnancy talk and health issues. Mentions of sex. Brief mention of pregnancy sex but nothing explicit. Brief mention of premature birth but nothing explicit. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: ok here we go again! Thank you so much for your love to my previous work, I hope you like this too!

I’m open for requests!

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You wrapped the test in a piece of toilet paper and threw it in the bathroom trash can. You told yourself that it didn't matter, that you would try again next month, but as you sat on the toilet, you realized that you had been saying that for nearly a year now. And what's worse, Javier had been telling you the same.

Then, you were crying again. You couldn't help but feel useless and a complete failure. You were supposed to be able to carry a child in your womb, to be a mother, but your body just wasn't cooperating. It felt like it was all your fault, and that burden weighed heavily on you.

After four months of trying to get pregnant without success, you had a sinking feeling that something might be wrong. You insisted to your husband that you both needed to see a doctor to find out what was happening. After undergoing tests, Javier's results came back favorable, but yours didn't. So, you were the problem. Your doctor recommended a treatment to help your body do its job, and you followed her instructions to the letter, taking your medication and eating healthily. It has been a year now.

Javi tried to reassure you, telling you to be patient and that there was no need to rush. But you wanted a baby so much that it hurt. You saw his cousin's babies and children, your coworkers' families, and you couldn't help but wonder when it would be your turn. Also you knew just how much Javier wanted to be a father and how he thought about his own father's age, wishing he would live long enough to see his grandchildren grow and play with them.

The baby's room was already built, it just needed the baby.

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You were getting ready for Javi's cousin's wedding, Samantha. You didn't really want to go, but you were one of her bridesmaids.

Finishing your makeup at your vanity, you were lost in your own thoughts and didn't hear Javi calling you until he came close and squeezed your shoulder.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" he asked with concern, finding your gaze through the mirror.

You hadn't actually heard what he said, but you recognized that familiar look in his expression – he was worried about you.

You nodded and tried to force a smile. "Yeah, I was just thinking about what Samantha said about the problem with the florist," you lied.

He made a noncommittal sound, clearly not convinced. Kneeling beside you, he took your hand and caressed your freshly painted red nails.

"You know I was a DEA agent, don't you?" he asked, and you avoided his gaze, knowing exactly what he meant. "And, most importantly, I'm your husband."

His unspoken message was clear: he knew you were lying, and he knew you better than anyone.

"What's the matter, honey? What's tormenting that wonderful mind of yours?" he insisted.

You didn't want to lie to him, but you also didn't want to burden him with your worries or make him feel more concerned for you. "I... It's nothing, Javi. Don't worry about it."

"Please, baby, you know you can tell me anything..." he tried again.

He just was being supportive and caring, and you had been feeling so down and sensitive. It started to feel like mixing water with oil for you– the emotions were overwhelming. You had spent a long time feeling terrible, and you couldn't handle Javi's condescending behavior any longer.

"I already told you it was nothing," you exclaimed, removing your hand from his abruptly and raising your voice a notch.

Javi was taken aback for a moment, unaccustomed to such a reaction from you. He could see the anger on your face, but he also noticed that you were holding back tears. Without saying anything else, he stood up, picked up his suit jacket from the bed, and left your shared room.

You watched him leave through the reflection in the mirror. A single tear trickled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, determined not to ruin your makeup.

Now, you didn't even feel like going to the wedding anymore, but you caught sight of your bridesmaid's bouquet, and you continued getting ready. She was not just part of your political family; she was also your friend, and you couldn't let her down.

When you went downstairs, Javi was seated on the couch, watching a soccer game with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"I'm ready," you announced.

He looked you up and down, thinking you looked stunning, but he felt a bit hurt by your earlier reaction, so he didn't say it. Instead, he turned off the TV and grabbed his keys. He opened the passenger door for you as he always did, but didn't say anything more as he started the engine.

As Javier drove in silence, only the pop song of the moment playing on the radio, you couldn't help but feel guilty for being rude to him. He didn't deserve it, especially when he had supported you through the most challenging moments of your life. He had been there for you when you cried, and you knew he wanted to become a father just as much as you did. Even when you felt like a burden, he never complained.

"I took a pregnancy test this morning," you finally confessed. You didn't look at him directly, but you noticed from the corner of your eye how his fingers clenched the steering wheel, a sign of his nervousness. "It was negative again."

He remained silent, his eyes focused on the road. You could feel the weight of his silence, and it made the car ride feel longer than it was.

"I'm gonna give up, Javi. I just... I can't do this anymore," you admitted, your voice quivering with a mix of frustration and despair.

Javier glanced at you, his brow furrowing with concern. "Baby, don't say that. We knew this wouldn't be easy."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to look at him. "But it's been a year, Javi. A whole year of trying and nothing. I feel like such a failure."

Javi pull over, turning off his truck. He reached out and gently wiped away a tear that had rolled down your cheek. "You're not a failure, bonita. This is something we're facing together, as a couple."

You shook your head, the weight of your emotions bearing down on you. "I see all our friends having babies, and I can't help but feel jealous and broken."

Javier sighed, his fingers still caressing your cheek. "I know it's hard, mi vida, but we can't compare our journey to anyone else's. We're unique, and so is our path to parenthood."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling vulnerable and exposed. "I just want to give you a family, Javi."

His eyes softened as he looked at you with unwavering love. "And you will, my love. I have no doubt about that. We'll keep trying, and if we need to, we'll seek more help from the doctors. But no matter what, we're in this together, okay?"

Your heart ached with gratitude for having him by your side. "Thank you, Javi. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier."

He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "No need to apologize, mi vida hermosa. We all have our moments. We'll get through this, one step at a time."

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Three months later

You couldn't believe it. You almost threw the test to the trash without double check, used to the one single line painted on it. But as you wrapped it on the toilet paper, you saw it: the second line.

You felt your blood draining at your feet, face turning completely pale. Your hands trembled as you stared at the test, disbelief washing over you. You had seen countless negative results in the past months, and each one had chipped away at your hope. But now, here it was, a positive result staring back at you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as a mix of emotions flooded your senses—joy, disbelief, fear, and relief all at once. You hastily wiped your tears, afraid to believe it too soon. You had always told yourself that if a test showed a positive result, you would have blood tests to confirm it before telling Javi, not wanting to get his hopes up for nothing.

But now that it is actually happening, you just couldn't contain yourself. You rushed out of the bathroom, clutching the test in your trembling hand, and found Javi in the living room. He looked up at you, concern in his eyes.

You couldn't hold back the tears any longer as you held out the test for him to see, your voice quivering, "Javi, it's positive."

He didn't say anything; he just wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close and hiding his face between your hair and neck. You hugged him back, tears staining his shirt. You heard him sniff, and when he let you go, you could see his eyes had become teary.

"Let me see," he said, and you showed him the test. His eyes softened as he saw the two vibrant pink lines on it, and you could tell he was holding back tears. At the end of the day, he was still being that tough DEA agent you met.

"I-I'm gonna call doctor Badía and make an appointment for first thing tomorrow morning," you said quickly, sounding as anxious as excited, "I need an ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy and blood tests to make sure everything's fine and..."

You were interrupted by Javi, who wasn't actually listening, so eclipsed by the test in his hands. And when he finally reacted, he sought your lips, kissing you with passion and tenderness as his hands rested on your back, softly pulling you closer to him. His heart was racing, his eyes were full of tears, and he had butterflies in his stomach.

When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his arms still holding you with the most protective and gentle touch.

"I love you so, so much," he promised. "You're gonna be the most wonderful and beautiful mother our son could ask for. And I feel so honored and proud that you chose me to be on this journey with you."

Next morning, you and Javi were on your doctor's office. You told her about the tests and she said that you needed an ultrasound to confirm.

You felt so nervous about what if it was just a false positive. You hadn't had morning sickness, but you had a week of delay on your period, which it was usual on you to be honest.

At this point, you had taken so many pregnancy tests that it had become kind of a habit. You took them even if you had a single day of delay. Sometimes even if you don't have cramps or feel sensitivity the morning the day your period usually starts and ended up menstruating that same day later.

The doctor applied gel to your lower belly and began the procedure. You were shaking, but it wasn't due to the temperature of the gel. Javi held your hand firmly, and neither of you could take your eyes off the monitor.

After minutes of silence during which your doctor examined the image, she turned the monitor toward you for a better view. Then, she pointed at a tiny, little bean at the center.

"There it is," she said softly, almost as if the tiny bean would wake up, "Congratulations, mommy and daddy."

"Oh, my God," you cried as you smiled. You felt Javi tighten his hand around yours. He placed his forehead on your hand, then planted a kiss on it. Tears of happiness fell on his cheeks.

"Ho-How many weeks?," he asked, his voice full of emotion.

"I'd say probably between three and four weeks," she answered.

"Oh, my God," you repeated, not quite believing it yet. Javi leaned in to kiss your temple. "Look, Javi, it's our baby," you laughed, pointing at the monitor.

"It's so beautiful, amor," he praised.

"Everything looks fine so far, but we'll need to do blood tests to check on mommy's health and rule out any problems with the fetus," she explained as she gave you a paper to clean yourself, "A nurse will be here in a moment to take your blood, and I'll also leave an ultrasound photo with the receptionist for you to take home."

"Thank you so much, doctor," Javi said.

"You're welcome, and congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Peña," she said as she left the room.

"I'll do it, baby," he said as he took the paper from you and gently started cleaning you. Then, he leaned in on your belly to kiss it and talk to his baby for the first time. He whispered sweet words and promises to your growing bump, "Hello, corazón, I'm your daddy," he said. Your cheeks burned cherry red, and you giggled shyly. He looked up at you, also blushing but with eyes full of tenderness, "It took you so long to come to us, ain't you, baby?" he joked. His expression changed afterward, becoming more serious, mature, and determined – the Javi you knew was about to make a promise. "We're so glad you came, baby; we have been waiting for you for so long. We love you, mi amor chiquito."

Your hand reached for his face, cupping his cheek and caressing his features. He kissed your wrist, absorbing your touch, his happiness and peace evident.

Javier's heart ached every time he witnessed the pain you endured due to your inability to conceive a child. The weight of your shared desire for a baby was a heavy burden, but what pained him most was seeing your tears and knowing he couldn't immediately make things right. It was a time filled with helplessness, and only the two of you truly understood the depth of those emotional struggles.

Now he saw you as happy as he hadn't seen you in so long, and he felt peace once more. He would never forget the look on your beautiful face and the sparkle in your eyes from the moment you told him you were carrying his baby. He wanted nothing more than your happiness, and if that meant giving you beautiful sons and daughters, he would gladly have hundreds of children with you.

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"So, Dad, we have a surprise for you," Javi said as he stood up from the table and went for the box you had prepared and hidden from sight.

"Really?" your father-in-law asked immediately, forgetting about the delicious flan you had made for tonight's dessert. "Is it what I think it is?" he asked as he looked at you with eyes full of joy and tenderness. You had seen those brown eyes so many times in your own husband, and you were hoping that your baby would inherit them too.

You couldn't answer him because Javi quickly returned with the box in his hands and placed it in front of his father. Don Chucho had spent the last twelve weeks eagerly anticipating the news of his grandchild's gender, just as much as you and Javi had.

"Ábralo, papá," you encouraged him as he wiped his hands with a napkin to avoid staining the beautiful white wrapping paper you had used to decorate the box. The old man was so excited, and Javi was almost teary-eyed from seeing his father like that.

Don Chucho opened the box quickly and started to look inside when he saw the color of the tiny pair of shoes and the baby's bodysuit.

"¡Lo sabía, lo sabía!" he laughed as he took the clothes out of the box, tears in his eyes like his son's. Then he looked at you, directly in the eyes. You felt your heart swell with warmth and tenderness. "I knew it from the look in your eyes," he said. "It's the same look my Ceci had when she was pregnant with Javier. I was sure it was a boy, and I didn't fail!" His voice cracked, but he was so, so happy. "Thank you, mija, for giving this family such a blessing."

You tried to say something, to thank him and your husband for becoming a family for you, for taking care of you and accepting you into their lives. But you couldn't, overwhelmed by the surge of hormones that made you cry all the time. Javi took your hand and placed a kiss on its back.

"I couldn't ask for anything better than this," you finally managed to say between tears. "I know my baby boy will have the best role models in life. Bringing another Peña boy into this world is a pleasure for me."

"I'm the luckiest man in the world, I truly am," said Javi after kissing your temple and wiping a tear with his thumb from your beautiful face.

He had always seen you as the most gorgeous woman he had ever met in his entire life, but during your pregnancy, you became even more stunning. It suited you perfectly. He was infatuated with your pregnant body—your swollen breasts, your curvier hips, and your growing belly. He just couldn't keep his hands off you. He loved how sensitive and needy the hormones had made you.

Javi treated you like a queen during your pregnancy. He let you sleep as long as you wanted, cooked for you, and gave you feet massages. He would even drive around Laredo at midnight just to satisfy your pregnancy cravings, whether it was hamburgers, nachos, donuts, ice cream, pizza, or even things you didn't used to like, like pickles. He also took care of you on your worst days, when you had morning sickness and headache in the afternoons.

You were indeed surrounded by so much love, from Javi and Don Chucho taking care of you and your baby, to the rest of the Peña family. Javi's female cousins and aunts offered you advice and gifts, listened to your concerns, and made you feel like you weren't alone on this sometimes scary journey of becoming a mother. It was comforting, especially since your own family lived far away, although they stayed in contact, especially your two sweet older sisters.

Of course, you had Javi, who never left your side. He protected you and did everything to ensure you felt comfortable and supported. However, the truth was that he would never truly understand what it felt like to have a baby growing inside you—experiencing the symptoms, the hormones coursing through your body, the physical changes, and the fears about giving birth. You were grateful for the empathetic and caring female circle around you, including your friends at work and even Connie Murphy, who despite the distance, remained attentive to your pregnancy and provided valuable recommendations.

Your pregnancy was a beautiful stage that you enjoyed immensely with Javier, who was as in love with his son as he was with you.

No one around Laredo could believe that the infamous Javier Francisco Peña, the one who left a woman at the altar years ago, had now actually married a beautiful young woman and that he was about to become a loving father. The rumors about the two of you were always terrible and cruel, saying that he would cheat on you in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately for them, none of them were true.

The baby's room was finally ready at the beginning of your eighth month. You and Javi had put your hearts into making and decorating the room, giving it a farm theme. As you stepped through the doorway, the warm and inviting color palette enveloped you, painting a picture of the countryside itself. Whimsical wallpaper had come to life, featuring farm animals in their finest moments. Cows grazed peacefully, sheep frolicked, pigs played in the mud, and chickens strutted.

The most endearing thing in the room was the crib, fashioned from weathered wood. It was a gift from Don Chucho, who revealed that it was actually Javier's crib. You obviously couldn't help but gasp, bringing a hand to your lips while your eyes filled with tender tears. The man had kept the crib guarded and protected in the basement of the house, hoping to one day take it out again to cradle his grandchildren. The crib was beautiful and had been built by Javi's own grandfather, his mother's father.

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It was the end of your thirty-third week, and you were well aware that you had at least seven more weeks until the baby arrived... but that wasn't your own baby's plan.

You were peacefully sleeping until you started feeling uncomfortable. Your back ached, and you had a weird sensation in your lower belly. The clock on your side of the bed marked 3:15 am when you stood up to go to the bathroom. But halfway to the bathroom, you felt something pop inside you and then a warm liquid running down your legs. You froze, your heart beating so fast as you tried to turn back to the bed, but you felt so scared.

No... no, no, no– That couldn't be happening now. It wasn't time yet.

''Javi...,'' you cried, your voice filled with fear and despair. ''Javier! Wake up!''

Your husband woke up bewildered, instinctively reaching a hand to your side of the bed to look for you. Javi used to have nightmares stemming from everything he saw during his time in Colombia, and some of them involved you in danger. That's why when he heard you call him with that desperation, he thought he was dreaming. When he didn't feel you next to him, he immediately sat up in bed.

He saw you standing in the middle of the dark room, looking down at your feet and crying. He followed your gaze and saw what looked like a puddle of water, but he couldn't be sure without light.

''Javier, come here!'' you called him, and he jumped out of bed, his bare feet making contact with the cold floor.

''What happened?'' he asked, putting a hand on your lower back and reaching for your hand.

''I broke my water,'' you explained. When you lifted your face, and he saw your worried expression, he felt his heart break. ''It's not time yet, there are still weeks left, Javi. My baby... this isn't normal, I'm scared...'' The first thing you thought was that you could lose him. You couldn't live if you lost your boy.

''It's okay, mi vida,'' Javi said, putting himself together, ''I'm gonna take you to the hospital.'' He helped you out of the puddle and started cleaning your legs to help you change into a pair of sweat pants and a comfy sweater. It was the middle of December, just a few days before Christmas, so the weather was windy and freezing. You didn't have your baby bag ready, and Javi was so nervous that he only packed the first newborn clothes he saw, the warmest blanket he could find, and a full pack of diapers.

He helped you climb into his Dodge truck and secured your body with the seatbelt. He felt your body shaking, heard you sniffle, and noticed you mumbling a silent prayer. His heart ached to see you so scared and nervous, an image he promised himself that he would do anything to prevent. But again, he felt helpless for not being able to do anything else for you.

But he did all you needed from him: he took your cold and shaking hands between his warmer and firmer ones, making you feel safe and protected even though you were terrified. He placed a kiss on your forehead and then a peck on your lips. ''Everything's gonna be just fine,'' he promised, even though he himself wasn't quite sure.

Javier took you to the ER, where a nurse checked on you and confirmed that you were dilated. Apparently, your body was ready to give birth to your son, but you were concerned about whether your baby was ready.

''Everything looks fine with your baby,'' she explained after doing an ultrasound to check on him, ''We're going to give you a room and wait until you have more frequent contractions to start the delivery. Don't worry, Mrs. Peña, we're going to keep monitoring your baby's health very closely. Premature birth isn't ideal, but we're going to do our best to receive your son as well as possible.''

You and Javier spent the next few hours waiting in your hospital room. His father, Samantha, and his aunt arrived at the hospital early in the morning, bringing you all the things you needed for your baby's hospital bag and the car seat Javi had bought. They also brought flowers and balloons.

As time passed, the contractions became stronger and more frequent. Doctor Badía assured you that even though your baby would be considered premature, all the tests and ultrasounds were positive, and she hoped the delivery would be without any complications.

Javi never left your side, comforting you through the contractions, holding your hand, massaging your lower back, making sure you were hydrated and comfortable.

When the moment finally arrived, the birth turned out to be quick and without problems, but it was painful. You cried as you pushed, squeezing Javi's hand as he praised you and gave you words of encouragement.

''You can do it, baby,'' he told you as he kissed your hand. You were too focused on yourself, doing your best to keep pushing and breathe between contractions.

''It hurts so much,'' you cried, feeling overwhelmed by the effort.

''Keep pushing, Mrs. Peña,'' your doctor said as she called the nurses to be ready to hold your baby, ''I can see the head, just one more push.''

''I'm so proud of you, mi amor,'' Javi's voice was the only one you heard. It made you feel stronger, like you could do anything for him. ''You heard that? Just one more push, and you'll have our boy in your arms.''

You gathered all the love you felt for your baby boy, for your husband, for everything you had been through to be here and found the strength to push as hard as you could. And before you knew it, you heard your baby's cry filling the room.

With one last gasp, your body fell exhausted onto the bed, but your eyes searched for your baby. You didn't care about anything you were feeling physically; you just wanted to hold your son in your arms and never let him go. However, they didn't give him to you. Instead, you saw as they took him away from you, and you couldn't even see a single finger. But you could hear him crying so loud that it broke your heart in a way you didn't know before.

''Wh-what are they doing?,'' you mumbled, so weak that you couldn't even keep your head lifted. But you tried to stand up, and if it weren't for Javier, you would have achieved it. He pushed you back gently.

''It's alright, honey,'' he promised, ''They are checking on him, but he's fine. God, he's gorgeous.''

You looked at him, your eyes full of tenderness and trust, ''You saw him?''

''I did,'' he confirmed, ''Now, please, lie down.''

''Mr. Peña,'' a nurse called him as she approached him with a bundle in her arms, ''Do you want to hold your son?''

Javi's eyes lit up in that moment. He nodded almost desperately as he extended his strong arms to his boy. When he finally held his boy in his arms, he felt a wave of pure love running through his veins. He saw his boy's crying features, his little nose, and his little lips, head full of dark hairs. He was so tiny, so beautiful.

He waited as the nurses helped you to sit up on the bed, while Doctor Badía kept working to deliver your placenta and made sure everything was well with you.

When the nurses made sure you were comfortable, you extended your weak arms to Javi, and he immediately helped you hold your baby between your arms as you cried tears of happiness and excitement, meeting your son for the first time.

''He looks so much like you, Javi,'' you exclaimed as he sat beside you, kissing your temple and resting his head on top of yours. ''Hello, handsome boy. I'm your mommy, and he's your daddy.'' You leaned in to him and kissed his forehead, making him stop crying, feeling finally safe with your warmth.

''Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Peña,'' your doctor said as she confirmed that you were fine down there. ''Your baby will be in the NICU area for a few days just to monitor everything is fine with him as days pass, but he's breathing just fine. It's a miracle for a baby to be born prematurely. He will be just fine. Does he has a name yet?,'' she wanted to know.

You nodded, ''Javier Emilio Peña.''

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Emilio stayed in the hospital for just one week. His health was perfectly fine, and he ate and breath without any issues. Your family couldn't have been happier. Both you and Javier were completely enchanted by everything he did, and he filled you both with immense pride.

Emilio took to the farm life with great enthusiasm. He laughed joyfully while watching the dogs play in the fields, enjoyed petting the cows and sheep, and loved it when Javier would take him for horse rides around the fence.

Your son inherited his father's bright, big, puppy brown eyes, a head full of dark hair, and the most beautiful smile that Javier insisted was all yours.

Shortly after Emilio's first birthday, you confessed to Javier that you wanted to try for a second baby.

"Are you sure, honey?" he asked, helping you clean up after Emilio's birthday party. "Don't you think it might be a bit early?"

"We struggled so much to have our first one, Javi, so I want to start as soon as possible in case we have difficulties again," you explained.

He agreed, and the following week, you visited your doctor to begin the process once more. What neither of you expected was for it to happen so quickly, conceiving on the third attempt, much faster than it took for Emilio. It was a delightful surprise for both of you, even though you had mentally prepared for a longer journey.

You welcomed another boy into your family, naming him Eduardo Peña. He also bore a striking resemblance to Javier, although he insisted that Lalo had your features.

Then, two years later, when you both thought your family was complete, you found out you were pregnant during a trip to visit your family. Javier's father humorously called it a "se les chispoteó," which made you both laugh. You attributed the "accident" to a passionate moment you had shared two months earlier when you had left your children with one of Javier's cousins while you went to buy a gown for your best friend's wedding. It was a rare occasion when the two of you had been alone in a while, so your desires had taken over, leading to a spontaneous encounter in the back of his truck because of the excitement and novelty of the situation.

This time, you welcomed a beautiful baby girl into your family, naming her Cecilia Peña, after Javier's mother. You affectionately called her Lia for short.

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As the years passed, your family grew closer and more full of love. Emilio, Eduardo, and Lia grew up with the love and support of their parents, grandfather, and the entire Peña family. Your journey from struggling to conceive your first child to the surprise blessings of two more had taught you and Javier the value of patience, love, and family.

The farm remained a cherished place, where your children laughed, played, and learned about life and love. The farm animals, once just wallpaper in Emilio's nursery, became real friends for your children.

Every milestone, from Emilio's first steps to Eduardo's first words to Lia's first day of school, was celebrated with joy and tears of pride.

Javier was the most wonderful father you could ever had ask for your children. He was loving and caring, always attentive and supportive. He was also strict when he have to, with the purpose of raising respectful children and guiding them on the right path. Your three beautiful children grew up loving their parents and seeing how much mom and dad love each other.

Your journey had been challenging, but it had also been rewarding beyond measure. The struggles and heartaches had only made your bond stronger, and even more grateful for the precious moments of happiness. You and Javier had grown together, and the love you shared had created a beautiful and loving family that filled your lives with meaning and purpose.

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Let’s do another one, shall we? This one might be a little more…freaky.

(Any Chaos Astartes)

*Your Astartes been more affectionate lately. Slowly persuading you into his “nest” where he finally has you right where he wants you. Stuffing you full of his clutch.

*You don’t even realize whats happened until you’re whimpering out in ecstasy. Too drugged up on his scent/pheromones.

*Oh, you’ll make a wonderful mother to his brood.

(Too freaky?)

Day 16

I am frothing. I love oviposition.

Pairing: Pumpkin chaos astartes oc x reader

Warnings: oviposition, sex pheromones/ chemically induced arousal, space marine husbandry with full sized astartes

Making the warnings bigger so yall dont miss it. But I'm gonna say it's all consensual I'm going to make more for this in the future I think

When I'd found him out in the wilderness I hadn't expected to bond with him so strongly. I couldn't even really tell what legion or chapter he'd been a part of.

Chaos, that was what the apothecaries told me and I was instructed to move forward with caution. I called him Pumpkin as a sign of affection. It was the nickname my mom used to call me. He liked it alot. Answering me eagerly when I called for my Pumpkin. Perhaps I should have tried to learn his real name first, now he won't tell me what it is. He only answers to Pumpkin.

But I liked him. He was a good housemate, keeping tidy and he was affectionate for someone I found in the woods.

He took up the old room I gave him, and it quickly became a cozy place as he scrounged old furniture from curbs.

I made him clean them thoroughly before he could bring them in. But it became a really sweet set up.

After he was done with all that he seemed to shift. It was nearly imperceptible at first. Just more touches here and there. Going out and bringing back fresh foods he'd foraged with him.

Checking in on me, marking dates on the calendar with little stars. As if he was tracking something but he wouldn't tell me what. He spoke in broken English, but he was still learning the language, and I had learned just enough of his High Gothic to communicate.

I thought about going out to acquire another astartes. The forums said if you could have more then one they learned new languages quicker.

When I brought it up with him, he absolutely lost it. Yelling “No” in more than just two languages.

I was shocked but dropped it. But he was oddly distant after that, taking his dinner to his room to eat alone.

That night I went to the forums and tried to find out more.

[Hey all. My chaos astartes is strictly against me getting another astartes. Why,]

NewlyChaotic:

“Hey all,

I ‘adopted’ my chaos astartes about five months ago and everything has been great so far, but I had been wanting to open my home to another perhaps. But when I brought it up to Pumpkin (it's what he likes me to call him, I don't know why)

He lashed out badly and wouldn't talk to me for hours and went to bed.

I only brought it up after reading that astartes learn and operate better in groups generally.

Even chaos aligned.

Any advice would be greatly appreciated, I feel so lost and just want my Pumpkin hugs back. ;^;

I wanted and soon my thread had a response.

Salamander_Sheila🐉:

Hey @NewlyChaotic,

Sorry to hear about your troubles. It happens sometimes that astartes grow bonded to their baselines and just don't want to share. He might feel like you'll replace him if you bring another astartes into your home.

As for the chaos aspect, what legion is he?

NewlyChaotic:

I'm not sure, his armor looks like it was scrubbed clean of paint and he has no livery that I can discern. He's normally very sweet and I love him to pieces, I could never replace him.

Salamander_Sheila🐉:

I get that. I love my boys to bits and wouldn't ever want to hurt them.

Maybe he left his chapter/warband.

Also my friend @ShadowyMistress has a few chaos boys. She might know some things.

ShadowyMistress:

I have been summoned?

Yes I have many different chaos astartes. They're really sweet when they actually like you lol. :p

NewlyChaotic:

So is his behavior normal?

ShadowyMistress:

Seems it. However you should look out if he starts to make “nests”.

Some mutated astartes begin to take on more animalistic traits.

He might try to breed you. Which, I mean if you're down for that then Godspeed.

Salamander_Sheila🐉:

It's pretty rare, but romantic connections can happen.

I would know.

I let that digest for a minute. Turning to look towards Pumpkin's door.

My heart thumped harder at the thought and I felt uncomfortably warm.

My love life had been pretty lackluster. Hadn't had a date in a hot minute.

I shook my head, I'm sure it wasn't that.

NewlyChaotic:

Thanks for all the help guys. I have a lot to mentally chew on with his.

Salamander_Sheila🐉:

Talk to him, as best as you can.

If he's not proficient at English it's okay. Astartes are good at sensing intent and feelings.

Be open with him and if you mean it, tell him you don't plan on replacing him with anyone else.

Good luck with Pumpkin, and you can shoot me or Shadow a dm if you need. We're usually around at this time.

NewlyChaotic:

I will. Night guys.

I logged off and shut the computer down.

The side table lamp was on and I knocked on the door softly. He wasn't an early sleeper so I knew he'd still be up.

There was a soft “Yes?” From the other side, I cracked the door open and called in.

“May I come in?...Please?”

I waited, my chest feeling tight for some reason.

“Yes.”

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and stepped in.

Pumpkin was at his desk. It looked like he'd been watching a nature documentary on the laptop I'd gotten him. I was happy he'd been enjoying it.

The words of the girls on the forum flashed in my mind. ‘Just talk to him..he'll understand the intent.’

“Hey, I wanted to apologize about earlier, I didn't mean to upset you.”

He looked at me with green gold eyes that seemed to understand what I was trying to convey.

Perhaps he understood more of my language than he could speak.

He turned to me fully and put out his hand. I took it and shivered at the contact. His hands were so warm.

“I don't want you to think I'm trying to replace you, not at all. I care about you Pumpkin. I just read that you astartes tend to do better in groups. And I was worried that being here with me wouldn't be enough to make you happy.”

I hadn't meant to spill that fear to him, but it was out now and I couldn't take it back.

He pulled me into his arms. Hugging me with so much understanding and affection. It felt amazing to be held like that.

“You are…enough. I am.. I am happy with you.”

He had to think through his words as he spoke and I returned the hug.

“I'm so glad. I just want you to be happy and healthy.”

He nodded and kissed the top of my head, it made me giggle.

I let him go and he did the same. But he raised his hands and gently touched my chin.

“I love you.” He chirped on High Gothic and I wasn't sure what he'd said but I didn't press.

“Well, I'm gonna get to bed. I have more work to get done in the morning.”

I hurried out, feeling a tad bit light headed. His touch had left me feeling hot for reasons I couldn't explain.

I was going to need a shower. Probably a cold one.

I watched her go, my hearts pounding. Too little, I noted. My pheromones hadn't built up enough. I opened up the journal on the miniature computer system my beloved had gotten me.

I needed to record this interaction. It would be important to show our sons in the future. After they were here of course.

It hurt to lie to her. I loved her, but I couldn't risk her finding out I knew everything she'd said.

And if she brought an intruder into our home, our nest. My cover would be blown and our children's safety compromised.

I loved her, but she could be so silly.

Standing, I shutdown the computer and chuckled. No incense needed, no fancy oils. I liked these little machines.

It was late and I needed to finish touching up the place where I would make our family, my new warband of sons, a reality.

It was such a shame that the old one lacked vision. That they refused to accept the gifts of our patrons.

Our numbers would have grown and we would have been unstoppable. Able to take anyone we pleased to grow our numbers.

I had had to do it, to cleanse them from existence. They turned me away, called me disgusting. A shame to kill so many brothers and cousins.

But what if they told others?

I'd rid myself of their colors, their symbols, their outdated ideals. I was my own man now. I would have a warband that was loyal and not full of naysayers and old ruins.

The prince of pleasure and the changer of ways had given me such wonderful gifts.

I just had to have my little darling here with me in my nest. My pheromones were the strongest here. And she'd been too busy to notice that I moved my couches to block in the corner.

This would be the most comfortable place to fill her with my clutch.

I rearranged the pillows again, and pulled more blankets I'd gotten into the pit.

Perfect.

Her door was never locked. A good thing really, she was so beautiful in the moonlight. Dreaming soft dreams.

Were they of me? I know what few dreams I had were of her.

They had been since I'd first seen her in the park. Plotting how I would find my way to her. The whispered promises of my patrons in my ears.

But then, she found me first. It was fated. Truly it could not have been any other way. I had to be hers. She had to be mine. They told me so.

I liked the new shampoo she used, it smelled like desert flowers….like home.

“I love you.” I whispered again. My fingers brushing over her still damp hair. I would feel it more when I took her tomorrow. I would let her work while I made ready our love nest.

She would be mine. And her body would hold our sons. The prey I brought for her to feast on had been nutrient rich and her cycles had proven that. Tomorrow was the perfect time, peak fertility.

Oh so many clutches would her body carry for me.

I kissed her lips softly and slipped back to my room.

Soon darling. Soon.

The alarm I'd set woke me and I stretched rolling out of bed.

The smell of food wafted to me as I stepped out into the hall.

“Pumpkin?”

There was an answering grunt from the kitchen and my astartes came into view. Cooking up a balanced meal, as was his habit.

“Anything fun planned for today?” I asked, knowing he likely wouldn't reply.

“Well I have to finish up that last chapter and get it sent in. My editor's been on my butt all week over it.”

I felt his eyes fall on me. But he didn't reply verbally, just bringing me food without asking for anything in return.

I smiled and took the plates.

“I don't deserve you. You're too good to me.”

I was surprised when he wrapped me up in his arms, hugging me and nuzzling the top of my head.

He'd been doing that more and more often.

“Thank you, Pumpkin.” “You are welcome.” He sighed happily. “You remembered the response. That’s great.” I looked up and our noses touched briefly. Just to be a stinker I kissed the tip of his nose. He shivered and pulled away to look at me, he looked a bit confused and oh so adorable. I giggled, I couldn't help it, somehow the towering mass of muscle was just too cute. “Sorry, it was simply too good an opportunity to pass up.”

He nodded and leaned down to kiss my nose in return. I giggled again and he went to his chair. I told him about my chapter and the climatic finale I had planned and how those plot points would lead to the next book. He listened with patience and nodded, even if I wasn’t sure he understood all the details. He took my empty plates and put them in the sink. “Have a good day.” He hugged me and I hugged him back. “I’ll do my best. Just for you.” His eyes lit up at that. She was becoming more affectionate in return. My patrons must be right. It had been too hard to pull myself away. But I needed time to continue to make the nest perfect with the final rituals. I retreated to my room, several bags of snacks ready for the trap I had set. At around 1:30 I finished up my last edit and sighed, saving my document again for the thousandth time and sent it off to my editor. I heard Pumpkin’s door open and went to see what he was doing. WHen he saw me his eyes lit up and he waved me over. “Hey you, guess who officially finished their book?” I gestured to myself. “It’s me!”

I stopped at his door and he took my hand. The lights in his room were dim and comfortable. “What’s all this about?”

He’d rearranged his furniture making a blanket and pillow bowl. He’d set up his laptop with snacks and the show we’d been watching together. The room smelled strongly of him and something sweet. I was going to question what he’d used but suddenly I just didn’t mind. And hell, I could use a break and a treat for all that work I'd done. I let him take me to his blanket pit and climbed over the couch. “So what’s on the menu today?”

“You my beloved.”

I pressed play and pulled her down into my lap. She obliged and I had to once again fight to simply have her then and there. She fit perfectly against my body and I could feel myself getting hard. I needed to calm down. To let her find herself naturally ready to mate. I could smell it on her. Her fertility. The episode was good, but I kept losing my focus on it and looking down at her. After an hour she seemed a bit woozy. Like she had been after that party. She’d worried me then, but now I knew what clouded her mind and it wasn’t any drink. I smiled, it must have looked deranged for as much glee and anticipation I felt. It was impossible to focus now, I was so needy now that I had half a mind to just leave and take care of myself. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to be close to Pumpkin. I wanted to pet him and kiss him deeply. He was so handsome, nothing like what those forums said about the chaos chapters. “Pumpkin?” I breathed, my head felt light as I looked up at him, his green gold eyes boring into me. “Yes?” Mmm, his voice, gosh I could listen to it all day. I turned in his lap and did something I never thought I’d do. I kissed him, full on the mouth. He flinched with shock and my brain shorted out. The world spun and I was under him. The blanket pile smelled like him and I buried my face in it. Something nagged at the back of my mind but I ignored it in favor of space marine smell. Pumpkin moved away and I whined, making grabby hands for him to come back. My body was being shifted, although I wasn’t sure why and I felt him return the heat of his skin on mine making me moan. His hands took hold of my thighs and something pressed at my entrance. I was too giddy to look down, the instinctual part of my brain hollered again and I knew what, but I found that I didn’t care. She yielded to me so beautifully, her body was ready and I slipped in with a groan and she let out a silvery little cry under me. Her hands clawed at my chest, trying to pull me down closer to her. I let her, and took her chin in my fingers, holding her as I pressed her down into the blankets, kissing her hard. The mother of my sons. Too perfect, too warm and tight. I wondered if she would accept me forever. I would happily make her my little wife. She could write her books while she tended to our sons. I pulled out, rutting back into her. My cock was perfectly tailored to allow me to push the tip into her cervix without hurting her. Just one of the design choices that the changer had gifted me. It would allow me to cum in her and not waste any of it. That cum would prepare her body for what came next. My clutch, those seeds that would mature and grow till she was able to lay them. It would only be a few of them. BUt soon I’d be able to fill her. Her body would grow accustomed to them. But for now, I loved her body with my own. It was like heaven, his body moving against me, and in me. The warmth of his body over mine and his lips stealing kisses. I cried out again as he pressed in deeper, every thrust was pure delight. His cock brushing over every spot conceivable that might make me see stars. My nails racked over his skin, leaving angry red scratches behind, he moaned and it made me want him even more. It was like candy to my brain, a sugarly sweet addiction.

“Pumpkin.” I squealed as he wrapped his arms under my back and hugged me tight to him, leaving barely enough room to breath. His hips jack hammered into mind, making cohesive thoughts impossible. But what should matter to me? It was an otherworldly level of pleasure. No one had ever made me feel this good. The force of his thrusts and the pure bliss sent me over the edge, It felt like my body was twisting inside as my eyes rolled back and my back arched almost painfully into him. The noise that came from me didn’t sound like one a pleasure i’m sure, but my body burned with even more need, the need to be filled. Her nails cut into my thick hide, drawing droplets of blood and I felt even more in love with her. So strong for someone so small. I could feel her loosening and the tip of my cock slipped an inch into her womb. The perfect place for my clutch. I came into her. The thick ropes of my love conditioning her for the final stage. The prince promised me that it would make her body accept my clutch, giving her the feeling of being pregnant. So her body wouldn’t reject my sons. They moved down from their place of holding in my abdomen and I groaned deeply as I felt them pass from me and into her. I petted her hair as she gasped and writhed under me as the eggs stretched her. “There, there. Soon my love. You will bring forth our sons.” I soothed her kissing her cheeks and temples while three lemon sized eggs were deposited into her. I stayed inside her till she fell asleep in my arms. A soft smile gracing her lips. “My love, you cannot imagine the joy you have brought to my life. And the joys you have yet to bring.” I rolled onto my side making her comfortable as she pressed into me. I placed a blanket over her. I had a journal entry to update. My Dearest sons, You were conceived today. And your mother was more perfect than I could have ever dreamed.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #my writing #warhammer 40k x reader #adeptus astartes #chaos astartes #space marine x reader #space marine oc #mating press march #Space Marine Husbandry

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apocalypseornaw · 5 months

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A Memory or Me (Pt 2/3)

Sam Winchester x Reader

You overhear a conversation between Sam and Dean that hurts

You loved so many things about Sam. His heart, the way he cared so deeply. His brain, the fact that he could retain information about lore he'd read years before. His smile, the way it warmed you just seeing it. You loved the way he held you, his larger frame making you feel tiny. You loved the way he kissed you, the way that no matter how long the two of you had been together he always checked on your comfort level every time he slid into you, touched you, pushed you over that edge time and again.

You hadn't told him you loved him yet. For one you didn't want to push him. You were his first relationship after Jess, yeah he'd had a couple hookups but you were the first to stick around.

Maybe you'd hoped he would say it first, but he never did. The longer you were together the more you wondered if he would ever say it.

Bobby's house was the closest thing to home any of you had ever had, perks of your life. You were in the kitchen, making tea and checking on the cookies Bobby had talked you into making while you were in town.

Dean was outside changing the oil in the impala and in your car as well. Sam was with him so you had music playing and a couple lore books on the table. Things had been going good with you and Sam, even hunting practically full time with the boys was going well enough.

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You'd just sat down at the table when you heard Bobby call your name. You walked into the living room where he was sitting at his desk “You rang?”

He shook his head but you could see the smile playing at his lips “Go take those knuckleheads some water if you will. It's eighty today and they grabbed a beer each before going out” You nodded then headed back to the kitchen. The timer for the cookies had just chirped so you pulled them out and sat them on top of the stove to cool before grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge.

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You knew your way around the junkyard well enough. Dean would hopefully have the cars under the shelter in the back that was also used as a painting booth for times like when the impala was totaled around John's death.

You could hear music blasting and laughed when Dean's voice mingled with the radio on “You shook me all night long”

“Winchesters!” You hollered as you got closer and Sam was the first one to pop his head out, a smirk on his face “So I'm back down to just being one of the Winchester?” You shrugged “Well I mean I did wake up alone this morning. Could make a girl feel some type of way”

He raised an eyebrow when you walked beside him into the paint booth and held a bottle of water out to Dean “Like it or not Bobby didn't want you two dehydrating out here and when he says to drink water over alcohol you know it's bad” Dean took the water with a wink “Any other person I'd say but I mean at least the water delivery girl is cute”

You rolled your eyes and felt Sam's arms slip around your waist “Easy Dean. She's taken” you laughed and passed a bottle of water into Sam's hand “You two are adorable really but I gotta finish helping Bobby with some chores inside while I'm here” Sam leaned down and gripped your chin with one of his hands to turn your head and give him access to your lips.

The kiss was gentle and you smiled against his lips “Well talk about adorably nauseating” Dean teased so you pulled away from Sam to glare at him “Bite me Dean” “Ain't that Sammy's job?” He replied with a grin. You felt your face warm but shook your head “With that I'm going inside”

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A while later Bobby sent you out to retrieve the boys because he needed them to make a run into town. You were walking up to the open side door of the paint booth when you heard Dean say “So you and Y/N are coming up on a year and I don't know if I missed it but have you told her you love her man?”

You froze on the spot. You shouldn't be hearing this, it was a violation of not only Sam's privacy but the privacy between brothers as well. Yet you remained rooted on the spot “I haven't” Sam's voice came and you felt your stomach drop. Would you hear him say he loved you or admit he didn't?

“Why not?” Dean pushed and you could practically see his stance, arms crossed over his chest and green eyes boring into his younger brother. You heard Sam exhale and his stance hit your mind too, probably leaned against a wall staring at anything but Dean. “I don't know it's just, she's so different than Jess”

“And that's a bad thing?” Dean asked and you felt a sense of gratitude for him defending you even to Sam. “I'm not saying it's a bad thing but I had this idea of love, my future. With Jess it was getting married after college, a house and kids. Y/N is a hunter through and through, she's comfortable covered in blood and fighting anything that crawls its way out of hell. Jess was soft and gentle and easy going. Y/N is a hurricane, she'll knock you off your feet without even trying”

You felt tears burn your eyes, your mother's voice from years ago hitting your ears. Telling you that you held too much weight in your thighs and stomach, that you were too loud, too weird. That no one would ever love you. The woman had been dead for over a decade and still tormented you. “So you're saying you haven't told Y/N you love her because she's not a little housewife material?” Dean asked and from the edge in his voice you knew you were reading the situation right. Sam didn't love you because you weren't Jess.

“I don't know” Sam admitted and you turned to walk away but remembered Bobby needed them.

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You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes before schooling your face. You could lie to cops daily,you could make them believe you hadn't heard anything.

You made sure your footsteps were loud and started humming your favorite song under your breath before opening the door. Both men turned to look at you and sure enough, Dean stood next to baby with his arms crossed looking every inch the disappointed dad while Sam was leaning against the wall looking like the teenager who'd been expelled.

You raised your eyebrows “You two good?” Dean nodded slowly then turned his eyes to you “Yeah sweetheart we're good. You need something?” You nodded “Bobby needs a supply run” “We'll be there in a minute” you smiled slightly “Ok”

You tried not to let Sam's words get to you. After all God rest the dead, Jess was gone. You were alive. If he couldn't appreciate what was in front of him that wasn't your shortcoming was it?

Still you found yourself not being quite yourself. You wouldn't sing along with the radio, if you got bloody on a hunt you'd always go straight to the shower and not even let Dean check your injuries first. You tried to be less of a hurricane but knew that was just who you were. You'd always be too much.

@lacilou @fullbelieverheart @prettydeaneyes

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x female reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #a memory or me mini series

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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the paddock’s lucky husband ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

summary: toto wolff is a lucky man amongst other things. OR a series of tweets and clips in which tilly wolff discussed her husband and their three kids.

content warning: fictional wolff kids, tweets + video clips, use of explicit language, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, dad!Toto, established relationship, toto’s older kids being cool asf (idk their social media handles)

note: what is sleep? enjoy xx

masterlist

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, loricciardo

danielricciardo i like how you didn’t post anything for a whole year since last year’s canadian gp and come back with a brand new toddler liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo’s grown too fast okay 🥲

danielricciardo he’s no longer allowed to 😭

user1 idk what i love the most: a year old adelmo being taught how to skate by toto or toto sleeping while adelmo’s awake

user2 you would think that tia and soren are twins just looking at the second last picture

user3 i’ve been promptly fed with toto’s back. thank you tilly 🫶

user4 girl 😅 that’s her husband

ben.wolff tia must have missed her brother ben 🥲 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff if by that you mean causing chaos in your dad’s office then yes 😂 they’re looking forward to seeing you and rosawolff 😉

rosawolff i would really prefer not to make a mess in papa’s office, thank you very much :)

rosawolff look at addie and ren :((( i miss those little stinkers liked by tillywolff

tillywolff ren’s been wondering where you’ve been so maybe this is a chance to spend some time with them!!!

lewishamilton ugh elmo’s so big now 😩 how’s lottie supposed to play with him? liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo doesn’t like to roughhouse don’t worry 😅

user5 tilly, baby, your child is tall like his dad 😀

TILLY WOLFF’S PREGNANCY GLOW MAKES A COME BACK AT THE 2022 MET GALA by vogue

[1st image: emma: you look like you came from a minimalist renaissance painting, might i add. tilly: thank you! you look amazing yourself. who're you wearing? e: i should be asking that question but louis vuitton and cartier. you? t: christian siriano. he did all of this on friday which i'm grateful for.]

[2nd: e: your husband, toto- he would normally attend the gala with you, right? t: yes. he actually couldn't right now because he's in miami with the kids in preparation for the grand prix. he was insisting that he should come along but i kept giving him the outline of his job roles that he can't skip out on.]

[3rd: e: he's just being a husband, if you think of it. t: yes but he's a husband who also happens to have a racing team that are hoping to contend for the world constructors championship. e: what did he say when you told him he couldn't go? t: he was rather cranky. he wasn't the typical toto who would radiate this intense energy. he was just upset i couldn't allow him to go.]

[4th: t: i'm a couple weeks away from surpassing my first trimester, and he doesn't seem to think i'd do perfectly fine on my own especially if he's away and we're not at home. he's still worried i would trip and everything as if i hadn't worn heels back when i was pregnant with soren and tia. e: you must be some sort of superwoman if you could do that while pregnant!]

[5th: t: i worked hard on it. sometimes mary janes wouldn't do my job outfit any justice and there'd be a pair of kitten heels calling for me. e: how did your poor feet feel? t: swollen. i cried after realizing i can't wear them unless i get a bigger size. but it's not anything that i couldn't get. it's mostly just toto that i have to deal with whenever he sees me slipping on some heels.]

[6th: e: who would have thought that the big bad wolff could feel the discomfort of a pregnant woman by simply looking at her? t: *laughs* he's an empath of some sort. i don't know. i've been with him for almost a decade and one of things that l've learned is that he's quite observant and wouldn't budge unless you admit that he was right about what he saw.]

Q&A WITH TILLY by tilly marie

[1st image: what smell brings back good memories?]

[2nd: what could be a scent that brings back good memories? this is quite hard... i think i would say baby powder? *laughs* it sounds quite peculiar but it's something that reminds me that l've got the best things that could have happened to me. which are my children.]

[3rd: it's not really that peculiar, if i come think of it. there are people that like the smell of gasoline still to this day. i have spent years in garages and l've had my fair share of smoking experiences- those scents were addicting but the baby powder? extremely addictive. you won't have any issue with your lungs too.]

ATTENDING THE DIOR HAUTE COUTURE SHOW by tilly marie

clip one — soren’s wake up call… literally

[1st image: the breakfast came it quite late today and my neighbour's playing the most awful songs in the morning. i absolutely thought that i was going to have the most horrendous day at the haute couture show then my husband just rang and it turned out it was soren who called me early in the morning to say hi. he stole his papa's phone from the bedside and somehow knew the passcode. or it's probably his face id that did it. who knows.]

[2nd: i was telling him about how hungry i was because my breakfast wasn't ready, so my sweet boy didn't even hesitate to run downstairs to "cook"- he began to grab pans and eggs to "cook." thankfully toto had gotten up by then otherwise soren would've gotten into some sort of accident just trying to make me an omelette from brackley. i'm in paris but my sweet boy thinks he could send the breakfast my way as soon as possible.]

clip two — tilly shows how adelmo moves

[1st image: tilly: do you wanna see how adelmo dances to aladdin's "friend like me?" cameraman: yes of course. why not? tilly: great, this is how his little 2 year old self dances with the genie]

[2nd: *hums in adelmo torger lewis wolff*]

clip three — tia is the spoiled cub of the cubs

[1st image: i think i should try to put tia in my purse and take her with me on a show next time because i- *laughs* i can't behave by myself anymore. tia would most likely be scolding me and she'd be so happy to see all of these clothes. then she'd probably ask it she could get a dress tailored for her from the haute couture collection.]

[2nd: now that i think of it, she's most likely to empty toto's wallet in one go. whenever she and toto goes out for some daddy-daughter time, tia would return with her papa carrying shitloads of shopping bags. the sad case is that they all came from harrods- but that's the only place we could go without being hounded by cameras. still... toto goes all out for her all the time.]

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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a place that feels eerily familiar to you, like you knew it in a dream + price !! 🫶

congrats on so many sillies following you!!!

1k game here

this one was kinda hard to think of something for but i hope you like it! also thank you ily <3 i love my sillies

2.2k of john price x single mom reader. this is kinda labyrinth inspired, except i've never see labyrinth so we're going on vibes alone. no smut! this is another one with very little of the character requested, but im gonna get better about not doing that i promise <3

You're gobsmacked as you stare at the scene in front of you.

The walls are painted almost aggressively bright, with rainbows crisscrossing over each other in every direction, random bursts of white you think are meant to be clouds. The colors make you squint a little, you didn't even know paint could be that bright.

It's almost painful to look at. It's also... familiar. You're not sure why, but it is.

You shake off the odd sense of déjà vu, refocusing on your goal.

"Alice?" You call out again, cupping your hands around your mouth and shouting as loudly as you can. "Alice, baby, where are you? Can you hear me?"

Nothing.

It's hard not to fall to your knees and just give up. The only thing keeping you standing is the memory of your sweet baby girl in that man's arms. Her little cherubic face tucked into his neck, tiny body dwarfed by his massive form...

You force a full breath into your lungs, then another, then another. You won't be able to help Alice if you can't keep your head.

"Alright, think," you whisper to yourself, taking another moment to scan the room. "If I were a piece of shit baby-stealer, where would I keep a perfect angel?"

Nothing responds.

The room is definitely meant for a child, but scaled up to your size. The door you'd come in through has disappeared, leaving you stuck in this weird rainbow nightmare.

There's a bed against one wall - not really a bed so much as a stack of no less than six mattress one on top of the other, all with the same purple bedsheets. They nearly reach the ceiling, and on the very top your sure you can see several stuffed animals.

There are bookshelves against one wall, floating shelves styled after unicorns where the books rest along their backs and the unicorns themselves stick out from the wall. It's horrendously impractical - all you can think about is how much dusting they would need, how dangerous they could be if they fell on top of someone.

The floor is a nice hardwood with a large plush rug in the center, stylized to look like a white cat curled up in a little ball.

The room is spotless. Nothing is out of place, there's not a spec of dust anywhere to be seen, and nothing is stained. You wish your own daughter's room was this clean, but three year old's are a very messy species.

This room is clearly meant for a kid, but you can tell it's never been used. No child could keep a white rug so clean.

You sit on the floor in front of the purple bed and try to collect your thoughts, eying the room around you.

The man - John Price, he'd said around a cigar - had been clear about your task. Find your way out of the labyrinth in twenty-four hours, and you'll be reunited with your baby.

Of course the jackass had neglected to mention it's a magical labyrinth. Of course he hadn't told you that the maze would literally reconstruct itself right in front of your eyes.

This room had appeared practically out of thin air too, which is why you suspect that no one's ever been here but you. The whole place has an air of cleanliness that leaves your skin crawling.

The walls though... there's something so familiar about them.

It hits you a few moments later.

You'd had a coloring book as a little girl that was rainbow themed - each page featured a rainbow in a different setting, or a different shape, or an animal with rainbow patterns, things of that nature. Your favorite page had been the one without any design but rainbows, arches crisscrossing over each other in every direction. You spent hours painstakingly coloring it properly, despite the fact that it was nearly impossible to tell where the top of the rainbow was in certain places.

You'd begged your mother to paint your room like that, promised her that you'd help, that you'd never complain about your chores again, all typical little kid stuff. Your mother had refused, and you'd forgotten all about it by breakfast the next day.

That pattern from the coloring book is the same one decorating the walls, complete with the incorrect colors in certain places. That's where you remember it from.

And... and that bed. Mattress stacked on top of one another, purple bedsheets. It's just like an old copy of The Princess and the Pea your father brought home one day. You had been so entranced with the idea of a bed so tall that you'd never even cared about the end of the story. You vividly remember begging for a tall bed like the princess had, and you'd gotten it - you slept in a loft bed for most of your teen years.

It's clear from there what's going on. The unicorn shelves are plucked from your memory too, originating from a years long obsession with the mythical creatures. The rug, now that you think about it, matches one your kindergarten teacher had. The whole room is filled with things that you thought would be great in a bedroom as a little girl.

So.... how do you get out?

There's no door, no windows, no attic, nothing. Just a sealed rainbow box.

You skim your memory as quickly as possible, trying to imagine any sort of escape route you might've wanted. When you were little, you'd gone through a phase of wanting to live in a tower like Rapunzel, but that had a window. You also tried to run away once, becoming very enamored with the idea of living in a tent. You'd wanted to live in a treehouse for a bit, and that....

Oh. That's it.

You'd wanted to live in a treehouse, and your father jokes that you would roll right out of the hatch when you were asleep. You'd proudly said nuh-uh and told him how you'd drag the mattress over the hatch every night.

You glance over your shoulders at the six mattress stacked on top of each other and sigh.

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It takes a while, but you finally manage to shove the last mattress away from it's spot.

Not only is there a trapdoor beneath it, there's one singular pea.

You'd laugh if you were any less exhausted.

You leave the rainbow room all but destroyed - the stuffed animals had gone flying and knocked off the books, and the floor is almost completely covered by mattress - but you're far too excited about your small win to worry about cleaning up.

You climb down the ladder in a tiny, enclosed space, breathing slowly to keep yourself from hyperventilating. It's almost pitch-black and you can't fight off the image of the walls shifting around you, deciding you're not supposed to be here and.....

You breathe a sigh of relief when your feet hit the floor.

Your first instinct is to call out for your daughter again, hope that she hears and cries out for you, but this room - dark and undecorated - is dead silent. The kind of silent that feels wrong to break. So you inch forward towards the only door you can make out along the wall.

Your hand shakes as you push it open, tense as you reveal....

A nursery.

A nursery with your baby in it, your little girl all curled up in a crib that she's a bit too old for. She's wearing something different than what you had her in, but she's real and she's safe.

You step froward on instinct, standing at the side of the crib. Just as you're reaching in to grab her and run, a voice speaks up from behind you.

"What are you doing?"

You jolt, spinning around and pressing your back in front of where your baby sleeps.

It's the man again. He can barely fit through the doorway (literally ducks) and he's broad enough to nearly block it. He's almost cartoonishly large, with tree trunk thighs and arms, a soft padding around his body that makes him look both terrifying and nice to hug.

His beard twitches as he frowns at you, thick eyebrows dipping low over his eyes.

"You're not supposed to be here."

You shake your head a little, getting your racing heart under control. "You said if I could find Alice in twenty-four hours I could go home."

He shakes his head slowly, stepping further into the room. The door disappears behind him. "No, I said find your way out of the labyrinth and you could keep her."

Against your own will, you feel tears start to sting in your eyes. "But..."

"How did you get here?" He asks again, shifting back a bit. His face softens just slightly, but that isn't saying much.

"I found a door," you say. "Under the mattresses."

He hums. "You remembered, then."

Now it's your turn to look confused. "Of course I did. It was my dream as a child."

His head tilts to the side as he takes a few steps forward. "You would be shocked how many parents have forgotten their own dreams. It's pathetic," he spits.

You try to push a little further back as he comes within reaching distance, but you have nowhere else to go.

"Pathetic?"

"Yes. How are you supposed to fulfil your child's dreams if you can't remember your own?"

"But... but not all dreams are meant to come true."

He scowls at you, leaning a little further forward. "Really? You don't remember how devastated you were when you didn't get that treehouse? Or the rainbow walls? You cried for hours, I saw it in your memories. Why would you want to put your daughter through that?"

That's... invasive, but you try to move past it. "But my dreams weren't always good for me. I couldn't sleep in the treehouse, what if something went wrong? There could've been a storm, or someone in the woods, or I could've gotten too scared to go inside - any number of things. And I would've been bored of the walls by the weekend, of course my mother didn't spend days painting them just for me to be over it before I even said thank you."

He hums a bit, bringing a hand up to stroke his chin. "You would deny your daughter's dreams because you don't want to create them, then?"

You scowl at that, holding yourself back from poking a finger into his chest. "Are you calling me lazy? How dare you! You know, I work two jobs to take care of that little girl all by myself since her daddy's a deadbeat, I work myself to the bone making sure she can eat, and you call me lazy for not painting the walls the colors she wants?"

He latches onto the wrong part of the sentence. "Her father's not in the picture?"

You glare at him. "That's what you got from that?"

He seems to be stuck in deep contemplation, taking another step forward so your chests nearly brush and you're forced to stare up at him.

"So, it's not for a lack of love, then?"

"What? Of course not. If I could, I'd give Alice everything she could ever want and more. But that's not how the real world works."

"It's how the labyrinth works."

"Excuse me?"

He gestures broadly to the nursery. "The labyrinth is kind to her inhabitants. She gives them everything they desire, because it's easy for her."

You've never been more confused in your life. "Okay? Good for her, then."

You get the feeling he's reached a conclusion that you can't even see in the distance as he nods to himself, leaning to the side a bit to glance at Alice. You fight down the urge to leap over the crib and cover her body with yours.

"Then you will stay here."

That jerks you back to reality. "Wait- what?"

"You will stay in the labyrinth, where she can provide for... what did you call her? Alice? Yes, Alice. You and Alice will be taken care of here."

"But-" you splutter. "But I found her! You said I had to find her!"

He shoots you a slightly exasperated look. "No, as I said before, you had to find your way out. You didn't. And look at that, time's up." A timer appears in the air in front of him, ticking down to zero. "Now you and little Alice are mine. It's been a little empty around here recently, it won't be the worst thing to have company for a bit."

You feel heat rush to your face. "No! Let us go, you can't keep me here on a technicality!"

He smiles - a real smile, brightening up his eyes - and surprises you by cupping your cheek with one big paw.

"Oh my dear, it's my labyrinth, I can do whatever I want in it. And it's not a technicality, though I could keep you based on several of those too."

You fume as you glare up at him, hands curled into fists. "I'll find my way out. You can't keep us here."

He chuckles, patting your cheek once before stepping away. "Oh, yes, I think you'll be fun to keep around for a while, darling. Try your best to escape, if you'd like. I don't think I'll mind finding you lost a few more times."

#im gonna be real with u anon idk what happened with this one and im sorry if it sucks #also i know this doesn't feel like price im SORRY #price x reader #john price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #bo writes #1k celebration

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angellayercake · 1 year

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10. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it - with terzo please!

Of course you can 💜💜💜 anything for you!

From the 50 types of kiss prompt list (send me one)

It was just how he was. So open, friendly and warm and that always manifested itself in how he greeted people. Whether it was a friend or acquaintance, new or old, family or a sibling he would embrace them. Envelop them in his open arms, kisses pressed the back of hands or to each cheek as is the Italian custom. You watch this greeting ritual over and over again, people coming and going from meetings and gatherings. All got to feel that token of his open affection.

For you though it was always a kiss to the forehead. Always last thing in the evening as he dismissed you with his thanks. He would rest his hands on your shoulders and pressing his surprisingly soft lips to you before stepping away. It had taken you by surprise at first not that he was trying to kiss you, that you had been told to expect. No it was the chaste soft way he went about it as if he knew no other way to show you his appreciation. A kiss and a smile and then a faint smudge of his paint visible still when you looked in the mirror upon returning to your rooms. It has become your routine, the two of you which all gets disrupted by the announcement of the upcoming tour. There is so much to organise you both end up working late into the night, his rehearsals with the ghouls and all the extra administration you must complete eating into your usual day to day tasks, your meal times and often into your evenings. No matter what though he always sent you off with a soft press of his lips and a soft dismissal.

You’re sitting at your desk finalising the last arrangements the day before he was due to leave. The long days and nights spent together making sure every detail is perfect have paid off almost everything having been accounted for and although you are pleased that your frantic work has come to an end a part of you feels sad that it also means an end to spending your every waking moment with him. The work had taken a toll on him as well, you think as you glance towards his desk. He was visibly stressed, his hair falling into his face, mussed by his continuous fussing fingers fighting an unending battle to keep it out of his face. The glasses he pretends he doesn’t need to anyone other than you have smudged his paint where he keeps pushing them back up his nose. His usually pristine white gloves stained with the ink from his overly ornate fountain pen. It was bittersweet you thought as you watched him. You enjoyed spending this time with him yet it always meant he would be gone for weeks and months, your only contact irregular phone calls to relay instructions as you continued to work in his absence. The office was cold and quiet without him but for tonight at least it wasn't. With an emphatic sigh he looks up catching you in the act but he only offers you a warm smile in return.

‘Not long left Sorella and you will have some peace from me,’ he offers with a wink.

‘I can't say I won't appreciate catching up on sleep but it's not the same here when you are away Papa.’ If you weren’t so tired you might tease him about getting more work done but the little energy you have left only allows you to be painfully earnest. And if you hadn't made it your business to know all his expressions and tells you might have missed the slight widening of his eyes in surprise, his smile slipping away just for a moment.

‘You miss your Papa do you?’ He almost sounds like he is teasing you but there is still an air of disbelief in his tone.

‘Of course I do. I miss your company and your direction,’ you pause wondering if you are really about to say what is on your mind. ‘But I especially miss my goodnight kiss.’ He looks at you for a moment with the same air of surprise in his face until it is broken by a loud yawn, entirely interrupting whatever it was he was going to say next. ‘You should go to bed Papa you have a long day tomorrow. I can finish up here.’ You don't want him to go but it is probably for the best. Satan knows what you might admit to with another hour's worth of exhaustion.

‘You are good to me Sorella I think I will do this, si.’ He fixes you with one of his intense soul searching stares, just the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. ‘There is one thing I must do before I retire though. If you are going to miss it especially.’ You feel your cheeks heat at him reminding you of your recent admission but still you lean back in your chair as he stands and stretches, waiting in anticipation for your kiss. He walks towards you slowly rubbing at his lower back but still smiling as he stands before you.

‘Perhaps when I return we can try a hello kiss too, si?’ You don’t answer but the smile that spreads across your face as he presses his lips to your forehead should be all the answer he needs. As he pulls away you tip your head back looking up at him while butterflies flutter in your stomach as you get caught in his gaze. He leans towards you slowly giving you plenty of opportunity to stop him but you let your eyes drop closed content just to let the moment happen. The kiss you get is as soft and sweet as any other he has given you but this time you get to give him one back.

#smooch time #the band ghost fic #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii #terzo #the band ghost fanfiction #my writing

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nalyra-dreaming · 5 months

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Hi there darling . I have some questions about loustat moment in Memnoch & TVA .

Is there any quotes in these two books where Louis went to see Lestat or visit him ? Or for example do we know why Louis and Lestat's relationship disappeared in the most half of the Memnoch ? Why they weren't together anymore ? Or what happened in Rio between David & Lestat & Louie ? Why don't we have Louis visit Lestat after his short waking up in TVA ? why don't we have Louis in TVA with Lestat ? Or vise versa? 😢

Hey dear!

You mean what happened in the jungles? That made them part? And then made Lestat wander?

In short: no.

But I disagree their relationship disappeared, or that they weren't together anymore, as you put it.

Let me expand on that :) In Memnoch there is this very short sentence that tells us that it was Lestat who left:

"Perhaps I hadn't experienced it since I had left him, with Louis. We had been in some nameless jungle place, the three of us, when we agreed to part, and that had been a year ago."

Supposedly he went back to Rio to hunt, and there had his first run in with the "stranger", Memnoch.

Later Lestat remarks that

"Louis took to wandering more and more often, and he had been seen once by David in the company of Armand in Paris."

But he also remarks that Louis had been there, at Rue Royale:

"His rooms were in order; new books had been added. There was a vivid and arresting new painting by Matisse."

And, Louis is there when Lestat is "back" - he tries to make Lestat come home, to their flat:

"Come home with me," he said. Such a human voice. So kind. "There's time to come here and reflect. Wouldn't you rather be home, in the Quarter, amongst our things?" If anything in the world could have truly comforted me, he would have been the thing—with just the beguiling tilt of his narrow head or the way that he kept looking at me, protecting me obviously with a confidential calm from what he must have feared for me, and for him, and perhaps for all of us.

And... it is not correct that Louis isn't with Lestat during his coma. In TVA David tells us of Louis,

"wandering from dusty corner to dusty corner, and then back to his flat in the Rue Royale when he's convinced himself once more and for the thousandth time that no one can harm Lestat."

And Armand later remarks that Louis

"had neglected his own hunger to be here on guard."

So Louis is there during Memnoch, he regularly comes by "their home", and calls it that, too. And he is with Lestat during his coma, as told of in TVA and Merrick.

I don't think they were not "together" anymore tbh... I think that is too simple for their relationship.

But it makes the recent Loustat scene from Anne's diary all the sharper in meaning, don't you think?

“I can’t live without you! “ he said. “I swear, you wander off on me again, I…”

Lestat... wanders off. As mentioned in TtotBT, Memnoch, PL. It happens when he feels too deeply, hates himself too much, tries to protect Louis, or cannot stand "cleaning up" anymore he wanders off, or lets himself be driven away. There is this little comment in PL, that that is what happened before Louis went to Trinity Gate to Armand:

So I let them drive me away out of the cities, and even from New Orleans, I let them drive me away. My beloved Louis de Pointe du Lac left soon after, and from that time on lived in New York with Armand. Armand keeps the island of Manhattan safe for them—Louis, Armand, and two young blood drinkers, Benjamin and Sybelle, and whoever else joins them in their palatial digs on the Upper East Side.

It is quite meaningful imho that Lestat puts these things together, especially since we know Armand manages to rouse him from his coma to "clean up" NOLA, and how he speaks of it later, how he hates executing others in his function as prince.

He needs Louis to be safe... but at that point he cannot stand to be the cause of death for others of their kind, qualms which Armand does not share.

So... there are a lot of hints.

There are a lot of hints as to why Lestat might have taken to wander away from Louis, too - he is well aware that his

"blood will make a monster of what's there.

And he cannot stand it, and Louis (kind of) resents him for that, too. They both have to come to terms with it.

It's difficult.

Theirs is a very difficult journey, but it is also a very rewarding one. And... as Jacob said so pointedly, it's a love story. :) Their love story.

#loustat-0 #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #asks #ask nalyra

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zoe-oneesama · 2 years

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Since you're done with The Mime (2 episodes in a month?Jeez girl, how is your hand?) the next one is Gorizilla right? What are your thoughts and opinions about the plot and the akuma?

I held onto this because, like Zombizou, I hadn't seen the episode yet. So here are my rambles. I don't think there's much to say since the episode only really pissed me off at the very end. Buckle up for that cuz Mama's gonna swear:

BAG!

Rose that is your SIXTH BAG VARIATION! Portfolio Bag in Orange, Brown, and Mint Green, Orange Book Bag, and now a Pink AND Orange Backpack! At least make them all PINK!

I kinda wish I got to experience this episode without the forknowledge that Adrien was sneaking out to see his mother's movie. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing that for half the episode it's completely unexplained why Adrien is putting himself through Mob Horde Hell and avoiding his own bodyguard. It felt worth it for me because I knew, but maybe it would feel weird watching it and being like "why are you doing this to yourself?" I thought the same for "Ikari Gozen": "How would I feel watching this episode if I didn't know Kagami was trying to make friends until Marinette knew?"

While I totally buy Marinette and other tweens being drooly over this ad (sorta) I do not buy everyone and their mom dropping everything to swarm the kid and I DEFINITELY do not buy anyone watching that commercial and thinking the actor in it was "cool" the way Wayhem did lmao. Adrien was right when he said it was embarrassing, good on him for being self aware about it.

Also who thought it was a good idea to sell "Perfume eu de Teenage Boy"?

It's fun to watch Roger call the Bodyguard "little guy". My guy, he could eat you for sustenance. You're a vitamin to this brick house of a man.

"My dad hid the DVD somewhere at our place". For a man who's whole motive is reviving his "dead" wife, he sure has weird ways of keeping her alive in their hearts. Statues and paintings of her likeness? Good. A movie of his moving, talking, living mother? Bad.

Production Budget so weak she doesn't get a costume smh.

(I had nothing to say about the whole akuma, it was pretty much a standard, decent akuma. Plus I'm a sucker for one side of the mask catching their partner talking fondly of the other side, ie Ladybug telling Adrien she has faith in Chat Noir)

But from this point onwards, it's all downhill for me:

You worm, you scum, YOU made an akuma and YOU ordered it to capture your son and YOU allowed that akuma to take your son to the highest building in Paris and YOU put him in the middle of the fight between your akuma and Ladybug and YOU allowed him to be dropped off the side of that building and YOU WAITED UNTIL THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO ALLOW LADYBUG TO SAVE HIM and YOU. ARE. TO. BLAME! Take responsibility for yourself!

I want everyone who calls Marinette a "stalker" to shut the fuck up because Adrien just handed his email address over to the guy who traced his every single move for a whole day despite Adrien literally running from him at every turn and posted his photo and location online without consent and no one ever seems to care about that.

And the coup de grace, the cherry on the shit sundae: "You just had to ask me."

Fuck. You.

He DID ask and you told your own son, with eyes pointed at the ground, twisting his ring anxiously, to make an appointment through your secretary. Eat a bag of dicks.

and Oh. OH. To wrap it up with "You should've trusted me" and "when you hide things I jump to the worst conclusions, you understand?" (literally outloud I said "No I don't understand, what "conclusions" is Adrien supposed to assume you mean?")

But the gall. THE AUDACITY. It was intentional, right? To end the episode after that CHEF'S KISS OF A BULLSHIT LINE by panning down to Emilie in the basement? Gabriel Lord of the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing over here scolding ADRIEN for not trusting HIM. MAYBE IF YOU GAVE THE KID 5% OF A REASON TO DO SO-

Thing is this could either be Cinematic Gold to frame the Agreste family's self destruction and inevitable implosion due to his manipulation of Adrien, or (more likely) this will be completely forgotten as they try to convince audiences to FoRgIvE GaBrIEL cuz LOOK he eventually let Ladybug save Adrien from being sidewalk paste so it evens out, RiGhT?

Also what a let down that there wasn't an in universe shipping war between pairing Adrien with his "towel girlfriend" and "Gabriel's muse."

#my opinion #gorizilla #gabriel salt #ml salt #an essay by zoe

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canirove · 1 year

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 7

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"Excuse me, can you help me with... Daniela?"

"Mason?" I say, the books on my arms almost falling to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I work here. I thought I had told you about it."

"Yes, you did. But you didn’t say where exactly."

"Oh, so my sister didn’t tell you about it when she also told you about our holidays?"

"I'm sorry about that."

"Whatever" I say. After confessing all my feelings for Mason and crying my eyes out, Monica also confessed that she had told him about Portugal and the restaurant, that she had convinced him to take his family there. Us bumping into each other, hadn't been a coincidence. She had planned it all, and look how it ended.

"I promise this has been just a coincidence. I was doing a Nike event at their shop, and my agent told me there was a bookshop close by."

"So that's why all those teenage girls were queueing when I arrived earlier. They were there for you."

"Yeah" he smiles, that dimple of his showing and making me feel something on my stomach. Something I hadn't felt for the past six months. But no. That's not it. I’m over him and this is just that I am hungry. I didn't eat much for breakfast, and that's what I'm feeling. Nothing else. "So, can you help me find some books or not?"

"I guess I can" I sigh, putting the ones I was holding back where they belong. "What do you need?"

"Something for my nephew and my nieces. They are all coming over for Christmas."

"How old were they? I know you told me but I can’t remember."

"Six, five and four."

"What do they like?"

"The three of them are obsessed with dinosaurs for some reason. Anything Disney too. And they love painting, they could be entertained with that for hours."

"Ok, follow me."

"How long have you been working here?" Mason asks while we move through the shop.

"A couple of years."

"And do you like it?"

"I do, yes. I've always loved books, and for years I said I wanted to open my own bookshop with maybe a coffee shop and some cats."

"You never mentioned it when we talked. Only that you loved cats" he chuckles.

"I am a cat lady, yes. Is there a problem with that?" I say, giving him a book.

"No, not all. It actually fits you. Liking cats, I mean. You are like them."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... They look all soft on the outside but can bite, and you are the opposite. You look like you can bite, but are a softie on the inside. And then you also have some issues trusting people when you first meet them, but if someone manages to get through all that and earn your trust, you happen to be the loveliest person. There will be moments when you will pull out your claws to defend yourself because that's just who you are, but when you love someone, you do it unconditionally."

"That's... That's..." That's true. That's me. He's gotten it right. How can he know me so well?

"Lost your words? Maybe because I'm right?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"No, I have not lost them. And no, you aren't right."

"The colour of your face says otherwise."

"Do you want me to call one of my coworkers to help you with this? I think there is a girl who happens to like you, God knows why."

"There is no need, I'll behave."

"You better" I say, putting two more books on his arms.

"More?" he asks.

"Oh, c'mon Mount. They are for your family and you have the money to pay for them. Better waste it on this that on whatever you are wearing right now."

"Oh, I had missed hearing you say that you hate my clothes" he laughs.

"Your girlfriend doesn't do it?"

"She doesn't" he says, his smile disappearing from his face.

"Well, it was expected. She's dating you, you have to be blind to do it."

"Yeah" he murmurs.

"Everything ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. More books?"

"More books" I say, moving to another bookcase, but still thinking about how his face changed when I mentioned his girlfriend.

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"They are gonna love them. Thank you very much, Daniela."

"Just doing my job" I say while I finish wrapping the last book.

"How is your family doing? I haven't asked."

"Good, good. Same as always. Though I think Lola has a new crush."

"She doesn't like me anymore?"

"She still does, but I think she currently likes your bff a lot more. And I don't blame her, he's hot."

"My bff? Do you mean Dec?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wow. The betrayal. From both of you."

"Sorry" I shrug. "But can I... Can I ask you a favour?"

"Wait, wait, wait. You... Are asking me... A favour? It's a Christmas miracle!" he laughs.

"Shut up, Mount. It's for Lola, not me."

"Ok, I'm listening."

"I've been looking for tickets for your Boxing Day game everywhere because it is against West Ham, but they are expensive as hell. Could you..."

"Get you some?" he asks with a stupid grin.

"Yes."

"I can. But on one condition."

"What" I say, rolling my eyes.

"You have to come to the game. Maybe wear my shirt if you still have it."

"I still have it."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's somewhere at the back of my wardrobe, but I still have it."

"Great. Then you have to come to the game and wear it."

"Is it necessary?"

"It is. Do we have a deal?" he says, offering me his hand.

"I guess we do" I say, shaking it and feeling goosebumps all over my arm. But I'm getting goosebumps because I'm cold. Someone opened the door, and this reaction is because the cold came in. Nothing else.

"I'll text you when I get them."

"You still have my number?" I ask. "I thought that after what happened at the restaurant..."

"I tried do delete it more than once, but... I don't know" he shrugs. "I just couldn't do it. What about you?"

"Uh?"

"Do you still have my number."

"I do" I confess. I've also tried to delete it a few times, but I haven't been able to. There was something stopping me.

"Mason, it's time to go" a man says behind him.

"Yes, yes. Thank you very much for your help, I'll keep you updated about the tickets."

"Thank you" I say.

"Merry Christmas, Daniela."

"Merry Christmas, Mason."

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storiescelestial · 4 months

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Surprise

"Can't believe I'm helping you." The 14th doctor sighed as he put up the decoration.

"We're only doing this cause it's special." The toymaker was putting up the Balloons.

"Yes but I would've done fine without you."

"Nein, you wouldn't."

The 14th doctor set up the sign.

After the balloons was done the Toymaker tried doing the cake but the 14th doctor told him no.

"I'll do it you can do the cups though."

Toymaker nodded but Donna was already on it so now he had nothing to do as he would've put it.

He then went off and put the plates down.

"Do you think she'll like it?"

"Of course, and she'll be happy to discover that you and doctor didn't fight over it."

"Ja-"

"Toyamker!" Th doctor called him and he went in.

"You can finish the cake for me alright?"

He nodded.

The decoration was blue and yellow, though Toyamker didn't agree on it he went with it and finished the pattern up.

He was proud with what was done so he got it and started to bring it to the living room when he overheard the doctor and Donna.

"I just don't trust him." Doctor stated.

"Just for now doctor." Donna said.

"He's not good! No good!"

The toymaker felt tears wanting to come out but he blinked them away.

He went back into the kitchen and placed the cake back down.

"I'll show him," he mumbled.

"I can be as good as anyone else."

He had also hand made your gift, it was a little knick knack of a bird, he didn't know what else he could make since you told him you didn't want anything.

It was a bird knick knack too of a bird sitting on a tree branch.

He knew the Doctor got you a painting cause you wanted to put something up to decorate the living room a bit more.

The toymaker was never going to admit it but being with you kind of...how do you put it? Soften him up. But only towards you! He didn't change completely.

After he finished up a few more details around the kitchen he set up the cake in the living room.

Everything was set and when that door opened with you walking inside putting your coat up they all shouted.

"Surpirse!" You were indeed surprised.

You hadn't told him to do anything special for your birthday.

You walked more in and gave the Toymaker a hug bore hugging everyone else.

After opening all of the gifts you had some cake.

Toymaker got you a slice and watched as you picked up a piece of it and tried it.

You didn't just like it you loved it. Doctor and Toymaker were pleased every though Donna had made it they both took pride in the decoration.

Toymaker got himself a small piece.

After all of you chit chatted for a bit before Donna and Doctor left.

"That was a pleasant surpise."

Toymaker gave you a 'mhm' as he went over to you cake in hand.

You weren't even worried about the Toymaker but wasn't that a mistake? Cause birthday party's happened to be his favorite cause of the dancing and the chattering and the games.

And he couldn't resist a good joke.

He offered you some of his cake and you smiled as you went to get a piece of it he lifted the cake up more so it would smash into your face.

He bursted out in laughter.

You couldn't help but smile than take the rest of your cake and tried to get him but he disappeared and reappeared behind you.

He hugged you.

Luckily the cake was already made in small pieces after you blew out the candle so really it took almost nothing to get him back as you took a small piece and got him back. You both burst in laughter.

He went to get in front of you to pick you up and spin you around before placing you down and getting a napkin.

You both cleaned up and you tried to clean off his suit too but it was useless it would have to be washed, blue and yellow colors was stuck onto the black.

He giggled finding it amusing as you tried cleaning the suit.

After a moment he picked you up again spinning you around.

With a yelp you wrap your arms around him.

He chuckled.

"Place me down Toymaker please."

He put you down but kept his arm wrapped around you.

"Happy birthday mein liebling."

You hugged him back.

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bellsnuit · 2 years

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Baby needs love: Natasha, Wanda x reader (3/?)

Summary: You're a senior in school and your parents are shitty people who never cared about you. So you're looking for a way to earn money. Confused and innocent, you got the ad that you were being paid to be the baby of a couple looking for a baby girl. Maybe if you hadn't been so ignorant and innocent, if you hadn't choked with excitement at the idea that someone could give you some love, you wouldn't have ended up in that situation. And then, these nice women adopted you. And they gave you love, much more than you ever received.

Warning: Family kink, dubious consent, Threesome F/F/F, sex toys, innocense (a lot), strap-on, praise kink, domestic sex, nicknames, Polyamory, caretaking.

The Reader is 16, so consent from an older couple is doubtful. I'm not in favor of this, it's just a fanfic.

If you like, I would be so grateful if you reblog or comments to interact ( I love to share your thoughts) Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged on every chapter to be remembered.

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You stayed all afternoon with Wanda, who kept shoving clothes into the hamper. "I don't wear those" you confessed as she grabbed lingerie clothes. She shook her head with a sweet smile "Let's wear it anyway" she winked at you and you blushed. She assured you that you could call her momma out there, that it was fine.

And by the time you came back in the evening with several bags, Wanda led you to a room. It was painted pink and gray, with some plants and the big bed with a couple of stuffed animals. "Do you like it?" asked Wanda laying the bags on the bed.

"Is all this for me?" you saw the desk next to the bed, with a computer on it.

"All for you, my child" Wanda sat on the bed and you saw her. She patted her lap and you walked over, sitting up. She tugged a lock of hair back from your ear. "Have you had a good day?" you nodded, remembering your first kiss and how you had exploded on Nat's leg, but also how you had been treated with love, and how Wanda had spoiled you like your mother had never done.

Not that you hated Natasha, but Wanda was your favorite that day.

You rested your head on Wanda's palm, who caressed your cheeks. She smiled looking into your eyes.

"Mommy will come over later, you can sort out your new clothes and play with your new things while momma goes to cook dinner, okay?" you nodded and she reached down her hand, rubbing your bare thigh. "If you're okay coming to live with us until you're a big girl?"

You nodded with a smile "Yes, momma."

Wanda nodded "Do you like being our baby?"

"Yes, they are very good to me" the redhead ran her hand up to your bottom, caressing gently and your cheeks flushed.

"You were what mommy and I were looking for. You were like an angel fallen from heaven. Mommy and I are going to teach you lots of things, take care of you, do you think so?" you nodded and Wanda gently patted your bottom. "Well little girl, I'm going to make dinner."

"Do you want me to help you."

"No honey, play with your stuff" you stirred in your bed, and for some reason, you still couldn't figure out what that tingly feeling between your legs was about, but you did know that the women were treating you with a lot of love. For the first time you were getting your own room, new clothes, cuddles, and even a computer! Wanda had bought you books, you told her you liked them and she insisted that you buy three, and then she would keep buying you more.

Natasha led as Wanda was getting dinner ready "Honey?" she asked removing her jacket as she balanced the box in her hands. Wanda turned with a smile and frowned.

"What have you got there?" she asked.

"Oh well" Natasha soaked her lips "Turns out I wanted to expedite things. It's her stuff" Natasha touched the box "Can you believe these are her only belongings? She even had a room" Wanda reflected sadness, wiping her hands and moving closer to her wife, who kissed her lips.

"Oh poor child" she complained.

Natasha opened the box and took out a folder "I... Wanda, I had to take precautions. You know, she's a minor" her wife took the folder in confusion, opening it and looking at the adoption papers. "Those men were just happy with a couple of dollars and a couple of pills."

"So we definitely got our baby?" Wanda gave a little amused jump "Oh it's amazing, Nat. Did you realize how lucky we got?"

Natasha stroked her wife's cheek "I know, love, I know. But...we have to talk to her a lot to get her to keep her sweet little mouth shut."

"Leave that to me" Wanda assured, closing the folder. "And you don't push her. She's happy with love. Now we'll eat at the table and watch a movie with her. Then we'll tuck her in. She's realizing how well her body reacts to us. But everything is new. She possibly got more love today than she ever did" Wanda hugged her wife by the hips and clung to her, kissing her lips again.

"So...where's our little girl?"

Wanda whimpered with a giggle "Oh it's so lovely to call her that" she pulled away to go towards the food "She's in her room. Do you want to go upstairs and tell her the news?" Natasha raised her eyebrow and her wife

she dropped her shoulders, somewhat menacingly at her insistence. "Nat, just give her another few days. Tonight at night we talk about how she can't tell anyone how her mommies show her love, tomorrow we walk her to school, go pick her up and then slowly include her in our life."

"As you say" Natasha walked over to open her bottle of wine and poured it into a glass. "Fuck, we have a teenage girl"

"Our, teenage girl" Wanda clarified, pointing at her with the ladle.

You were sitting on your bed, book in your hands, totally caught up in the first few pages when your door rings with three sweet knocks. You looked up, seeing Wanda with Natasha, the last one, carrying a box.

"Can we come in, honey?" you nodded to Wanda, closing the book and sitting down. "We wanted to talk to you" Wanda took a seat next to you, and Natasha nodded, but stood still as she looked at you in a way that your body passed some electricity. You stirred on the bed, curious at that.

"I've been to your parents" Natasha confessed, and by the look on Wanda's face, you knew she wasn't planning to say it like that "And they agreed to let you live with us. In fact, now you're no longer their daughter, you're ours" Natasha took the papers. "Are you okay with that?" you blinked, stunned at so much information and saw Natasha's sigh. Who denied "It's horrible that you've been living in that environment. With so little love" Wanda smiled slightly towards her wife. Natasha leaned over and placed a hand on your knee "But you'll be better off here, princess. You have a roof over your head, a room to yourself, everything you need for your classes, food, and love"

"Thank you, Mommy" Natasha's calloused thumb brushed your knee.

"You're welcome, baby. That's what mommy is there for, to protect you" you felt the pressure on your chest and bit your cheek, nodding.

"Let's eat and then watch a movie, shall we?"

You sat down at the table with them. Wanda insisted you talk, and you slowly introduced yourself to them a bit with your personality, as you really were. Three finishing the most exquisite dish you ever tasted in your life, you helped them both clean up and then Natasha ordered you to go pick out a movie. Sitting on the big couch you did, and when you realized, surrounded by love, you were lying with your head in Natasha's lap, who was frolicking sweetly with your hair, and with Wanda caressing your legs sweetly.

Oh, they were such good mommies.

You even felt tears come to your eyes as they both tucked you in, and you clung to one of the stuffed animals on your vanilla-scented bed.

Could you feel better anywhere?

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A dazzling guide towards vengeance

Ch 1 : The Last Drop

Y’all hyped me up as fuck when I posted the sneak peak. So here I am: delivering chapter one. 2500k words.

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TW: physical fights, blood, teasing, unresolved sexual tension...

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01 - THE LAST DROP

"I've just seen, like, three strip clubs and five casinos on my way here. What the fuck has happened to the Undercity?" You snorted as you approached the old friends whose faces told how little they expected to see you after so much time.

Your elbows laid on the tall jukebox of The Last Drop bar. A song played, bottle in hand, body arched as you spoke with people you hadn't seen in years.

Investigating (perhaps manipulating) people into telling you how things had changed, you already had the name Jinx. She was, apparently, a psychopath working for another called Silco, but that was not who you came back to the Undercity for. You'd, perhaps, investigate about that after you had found your target.

Also, the Undercity happened to be Zaun, now. It was somehow related to that man Silco, but you brushed it off.

“What brings ya' here?" Lorenzo, who you used to think to be your platonic soulmate as a child, finally spoke.

"Business," you said as you took another sip of the bottle of vodka.

Lorenzo let a dry laugh out. "That's all ya' gotta say? It's been two bloody years."

You were glad he finally let it out. His gaze on you was starting to cut your skin open, trying to make you feel guilty for leaving the way you did.

"What do you want me to say, Enzo? That I feel sorry? I did. But I was more worried about the shit father provoked after he died."

He sighed, trying to understand your point of view, as he had always done. "Thought you didn't care much about that. He wasn't especially good to ya."

You began focusing on the vibrations of the music that came from behind you. You had drunk enough to know you shouldn't start talking about that topic while thinking, — mostly not while drinking.

"My sister went fucking insane because of that," you muttered as you lifted your elbows from the jukebox to now sit on it. Your facial expression showing no emotion.

"How is she now?"

A kick on your face made your head and back violently hit the wall behind the —now clearly not functioning— jukebox. You had to fight the urge of letting every single drop of alcohol you had drank for the past hour out of your body.

"Red," a pink-haired woman said, her face expressing something in between a smirk and a disgusted expression.

You used your thumb to clean the blood that your lip was pouring before making a coughing sound and looking up at Violet, something in your eyes flickering. "Took you long enough," you sneered as you fully stood.

Behind her, you could see Lorenzo already pointing a Draco right at her head. Violet, ignoring it, turned around to make her way towards him.

You knew how that would end, so you hit the alcohol bottle you hadn't dropped against the wall to break it in half. "Lorenzo, back up."

"And I thought we were friends," Violet said sarcastically and took the gun out of his grip, knowing he would not shoot.

Before she could do anything else, you rapidly moved towards her to bend your body down and cut her leg with the glass, crossing your leg with her ankle so she would fall.

You moved your body on top of hers, pointing the glass at her neck.

"Such a backstabber," she said slowly, that insufferable smirk painted her face.

Her words were clearly meant in two different ways.

Violet and you had never really been friends: you used to share the same friend group, if you'd call it that way, but Vander and your father had too many problems to allow you two to be close. Actually, it was hell for people to try and enjoy a good time when you two stood in the same room.

"I learnt from the best." You fake-smiled, almost having cut her neck if it weren't because she grabbed the bottle with both hands, pushing it towards you instead. As this happened, from the corner of your eye, you saw Enzo breaking a plank of wood from the bar to hit Vi with it. You managed to rip the broken bottle out of her grip and throw the non-sharpened side towards Enzo's stomach, —your eyes still on her— not needing words for him to understand you wanted him to mind his own business, just as people in The Last Drop had always done.

Taking advantage of your lifted arm, Vi punched your rib and gripped your hips, hard enough for brushes to appear, to switch positions. This was before you moved your knee upwards to where it hurt the most.

Both of you rolled away from each other and stood up as fast as you could. You pushed the first table you saw towards Vi with your leg, but she managed to dodge it.

Before the table smacked against the wall on the other side of the room, a broad man, who had been sitting on it, came towards you to confront you. You avoided the push and punched his throat, letting him be busy searching for air.

Vi moved rapidly towards you, so you feinted to hit on her ribs, making her get dodge towards the wall and giving you the chance to punch right in the middle of her face instead. Blood began pouring down her nose as she grabbed your wrists to twist them, taking you towards her. "You seem unsurprised I'm alive," she said sarcastically, not doubting why.

You hit her stomach with your knee, making her drop one wrist and slightly bend over, the fingers that continued to grip the other leaving bruises. Your free hand laid on the back of her neck, your thumb lifting her face so she would look right at you, "Why would I be?" you shrugged as you furrowed your brows innocently. "It's not like Vander died at the very first attempt. It's on the family, innit?" you said right next to her ear.

Getting her killed while she was in jail was not what you intended, but you wouldn't give her the satisfaction of saying so.

Vi whipped off the blood that had poured to her lips before using the same hand that bruised your wrist to grip the other, her right hand suddenly choking and pinning you against the wall. "Enlighten me, Red. Why did you send an enforcer to torture me during my time in jail and continue to look for some kind of vengeance I can't figure out?" She tightened her hold as she spoke, for some reason, your hands not trying to push her away as hard as you were able to.

You twisted one of your wrists to release yourself and grip the arm that she used to choke you so you could, at least, speak. "Vengeance? I did not just enter here making a scene. And, what happened in jail... well, both you and your sister share the same last name, don't you? You were in the way." You managed to lower her arm, it accidentally brushing with the side of your breast before you moved away, a billiard table separating the two of you now.

Taking advantage of this accident, you looked deeply into her eyes before explaining, "if it was your sister, my mission would be accomplished. Now, you? collateral damage. And let's be real, we both know you're not going to help me get rid of Powder, are you?"

Violet didn't need to ask what had happened. She had known from the moment Caitlyn —the only enforcer she could tolerate— had shown her the evidence she had against Powder.

She couldn't get to deny her sister having murdered yours, not knowing that she was Jinx now —a fact that you couldn't find out if Violet didn't want you to easily localise her through Silco. Everyone knew where they could find him, and, at the end of the day, Jinx was still her sister.

You decided to surround the table slowly, your body close to hers. "Are you staying out of my way, Vi?"

"But it's been so long without seeing each other," she complained sarcastically taking a step closer towards you, too, and pinning your body against the wall, her right hand touching the wall at your side. Your faces now centimeters away from each other.

"I'm having mercy, Violet," you warned, your eyes fixed onto hers until they moved towards her lips for a second.

"I've never asked for it."

Just as she said that, you tried to hit her knee so she would fall, but she came closer to you and rapidly placed her other hand on your neck. "Try anything again. I swear I'll snap your neck."

"I'm afraid I won't let you before I do worse to your sister," you said using all the air you had in your lungs to avoid stuttering. It was almost like you enjoyed provoking her.

Neither of you could help to notice the fact her lower body was brushing yours. "You're not laying a hand on her."

You ran your tongue over your teeth, tasting blood, when you realised Violet was going to be a bigger problem than you thought. You guessed she knew where Powder was —or at least, she knew something you did not.

You forced your body to the front and pushed your elbow back towards her stomach to release yourself. Straightaway, you grabbed the nearest wood chair to hit her with it, making it break.

She put pressure on her rib, hissing in pain as you quickly moved towards her, provoking a fist fight in between agitated breaths. Vi pushed your head to a rock column, making you meet the floor.

Both of you were now equally disoriented, clothes stained with blood and bodies full of future bruises.

You threw your head back to the rockto groan in pain.

Right before she crouched down, you lifted your arm towards the table at your side to grab any cutlery you could get, so you stabbed a spoon into her arm.

Violet let out a short angry scream before trying to rip it out of her flesh.

"Oh, please. You kids are not even trying to kill each other," Scotch, the only person that ever paid attention to the —more than typical— serious fights happening at The Last Drop every day, stuck his sharpened knife into the bar before getting back to his table.

Both your gazes drifted towards it.

As Vi prepared to run towards the bar, you used both hands to grab her leg and make her fall to the floor, but she quickly moved to trap your body in between her legs instead. Both of you choking each other.

Violet moved one hand to try and reach the knife, but you managed to bring a stool towards her with your foot and make force for it to hit her.

She groaned in pain as you basically threw yourself on her, her shape in between your legs as you tried to reach the knife instead.

Just before she could drag you down with her, you got the knife and directed it to stab her shoulder, but she managed to roll and make you fall instead.

Vi stood up, surrounded the bar, and, out of breath, served herself a glass of Bourbon.

She threw the bottle at you and you took a break to sip. Both of you stood still, the bar supporting your weight, chests rising and falling out of exhaustion, and the ignored situation.

This happened until you tossed the bottle and held the knife once again, fists towards each other causing you to slice the flesh of her fist open.

As she groaned, she managed to twist your wrist and held the knife towards your neck, at least until she decided to toss it far away and turn you around to grip your hair into her first, her injured tightening, making herself feel more pain.

Your head was thrown back to her shoulder as blood poured down your chin, mouth wide open due to the pain in your jaw and the pants that had your chest inflating and deflating. "Yeah... that's it," Violet said as she looked down at what she had done to you.

Something that you tried to fight happened inside you, but a groan escaped your lips the moment the grip on your hair tightened.

Her smirk grew wider as she moved her lips closer to your ear. "What was that?"

You groaned, again, a different kind both of you understood and you freed yourself out of your grip —something the pink-haired girl knew you could've done since the moment she turned you around. "I see I still have the same effect on you."

You pushed her back, your face expressing no emotion, perhaps serious.

"What's it with you?" she asked, amused.

"What?" you asked, defensively.

"You heard me."

"Indeed I did."

Violet whipped the sides of her mouth. "You sent someone to beat me to death, and then kill me— which, I must say, he failed to do."

"Never asked for a man, did I?" You faked a smile and got on to turn around and leave, but Vi gripped your arm to make you look at her. You crossed your arms.

"Or. You didn't come and do it yourself to make sure the job was done because all you knew was the last name of the person in the cell, and you risked it being me instead of Powder."

Once she realised you weren't going to answer, she tried again. "You were, indeed, trying to prove a point. But you didn't want me to get hurt, did you? You don't want no one but you to touch me."

It was the way she said it.

Luckily, you used to read Harry Potter as a child, so you learned how to occlude —in your way.

You narrowed your eyes. "I know what you're trying to do, Violet. Now, it's pathetic."

Was it?

You turned around to leave, but she, again, gripped your arm. "You sent someone that worked for your father to murder a sixteen years old. Isn't that pathetic?" she decided to tease. "Or is it just you didn't want someone strong enough to, in case it was me, kill me?" she repeated, slowly.

You ran your tongue over your teeth before smirking. "I didn't want to waste my time choosing, like, the perfect candidate or something. You were just lucky," was said in a way anyone would believe you, just not her. You took your arm out of her grip for the last time. "Oh, and, Violet? Don't get in my way. You won't want to see what's going to happen." You disappeared before she could open her mouth again.

Tables, chairs and glass were all over the place. Only three people and the bartender remained.

Violet knew firsthand that, while she had been raised to keep, maintain and defend, you were trained to force, investigate and resolve.

Knowing that —since Powder is Jinx, Silco would get in the way of your plan, you were going to be of great help for her to get rid of him so she could get her sister back. She just had to watch your steps close enough to avoid you achieving the final step of your purpose.

Violet had just gotten out of prison, but she already had two birds ready for the shoot.

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artsycervidae · 4 days

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Moksha: Chapter 6

Gyutaro confronts Daki, and then the Slayers.

Word Count: 5.6k

Refer to the trigger warning list before proceeding.

Gyutaro did not dream. He hadn't for as long as he could remember, but he also hadn't bothered sifting through rusted-over memories seeking something as useless to him as 'dreams.' Daki didn't sleep at all, and she'd been annoyed with his reply to what the whole thing was like. It wasn't an absence of time or lucidity: it was like going somewhere very quiet, or turning to a corner rather than acknowledging the rest of the room. He only called it sleeping because, like sleeping, it was difficult to pull him out of that mindset save for some loud noise, like the squawking of an old hen or Daki's own shrill crying. Thankfully, she allowed him to rise to consciousness on his own most of the time. He would occasionally surface and watch the world through his little sister's eyes before slipping away into that liminal coma again.

The night passed that way: an oneiric cacophony of music, throats, heartbeats, and drink. A blurred painting of eyes and mouths, focus sharpening just enough for him to get his bearings before he decided whether to sink or stay. The jewel of the tea house scanned over the simmering heads of guests and girls alike, counting the chattle; unbeknownst to her, Gyutaro awoke for certain this time. Seemed she had just finished a lavish walk in the streets, and he wasn't sorry to miss it. It had its novelty once-- who wouldn't enjoy marching through town, turning heads, earning admiration and awe? But those looks were for his sister, so the ego boost was short-lived. He couldn't help but be jealous, which always rained on his sister's parade. He was as happy for her as an envious sibling could be.

Suddenly Daki's gaze fell on the glowing admiration of one girl floating in and out of elbows alongside his sister. She had been painted and accessorized to prop up Daki's otherworldly beauty, but this close up even Gyutaro could see she was very pretty herself. Her dark chestnut hair, once veiling her throat, was pulled back into tidy clips and pins. Soft, plump cheeks had been unnaturally rouged, but with a little concentration he could still hear the blood singing in her capillaries. The lashes of her eyes were long enough to brush her cheeks when she smiled, and she had only smiles for his sister.

It didn't take a genius to know she was also sloshed out of her fucking gourd. Her dark, wet eyes couldn't focus on one thing at a time and she relied on the sway of other bodies to keep her balance. Daki didn't seem to mind this one bit-- she kept extending an arm out, tugging Kazuko back into her reach when the human trailed too far.

'Great,' he thought sarcastically, 'she has another pet.'

These girls never lasted too long. Daki only liked holding onto them for when a bad day arose, during which her temper would reach its breaking point and she would stress-eat her 'beloved' compatriot. What Gyutaro worried more about were the implications: decades of living under her skin had given him ample time to parse the language of a jilted sibling. 'I don't need you, I have a new friend. Nevermind that everybody loves me,' is what her petty friendships translated as. He would just have to wait for the bloodshed. Once she began crying hysterically over a broken toy, it would be his turn to comfort her and say 'I told you so.'

He had a sense of outgrowing these insecurities. Sure, he was envious of his sister's beauty and the dazzled expressions she received without trying, but he could let that go; his role as her protector came before anything else. All that mattered, in the end, was that his sister was safe and happy. Only, the girl's presence made it clear Daki wasn't happy, and seemed to believe she could protect herself nowadays. (Yes, he was still nursing the Hashira grudge.)

Rather than announce his presence, Gyutaro observed his sister as she crooked a finger that way, flicked a wrist over there, and people moved to obey her unspoken commands. When she wanted to be effective, she could be. He wished she would apply herself like this all the time. But her pride was so delicate, her tantrums brutal. The more she acted out, the less inconspicuous she made herself. She always underestimated humans and their craftiness.

Girls frayed away from the group as they filed back into the house. Some wobbled on aching feet, others pushed through the pain to appease Daki's wishes. One of the few who remained behind was Daki's new friend. A tiny cup had found its way into her curled fingers somehow and she discreetly kissed her fist with a swift motion. Belatedly sensing the attention, she locked eyes with Daki. She offered a sly grin, as if the oiran would stand for open thievery, and winked clumsily. What audacity! He couldn't wait to see--

Daki giggled. Giggled. A warm flutter of sincere flattery settled over her chest and the alien sensation clashed with Gyutaro's immediate revulsion. It felt wrong that his sister should be so comfortable, so domestic over a stranger. This human had illicited her approval without even the vaguest reason.

What the hell.

A sudden shock of cold shuddered down Daki's spine-- despite the churning nausea in her stomach, she strode through the crowd without breaking a sweat. The pet human trailed behind until Daki turned around and said, "I want to lie down now. Come see me later--"

What's that? Gyutaro snarled. For what?

Go back to sleep, she tried to placate him by forming the words in her head. I can explain.

Good. You will. And her stomach twisted sharply as her skin flash-burned over her scapula, Gyutaro pushing hard on the veneer of her skin from the inside. Daki hurried at his unspoken threat, waving her friend off and abandoning the room entirely. Everyone swerved from her path as Daki ignored all attempts to obstruct her, patrons murmuring at the oiran's immediate departure.

Courtesans rushed to fill the space Daki left behind, taking up instruments and conversations. The festive noises faltered then swelled at the beheast of a silently horrified employer, leaned down to catch another woman's hurried whispers. In Daki's haste to scurry upstairs and find privacy, Gyutaro was the only one to catch the words an unpainted woman said: "-- Sayako is missing. What if..."

"It's all cleaned up?" The chaperone whispered viciously, "Good. We'll deal with..."

Gyutaro peeled himself out of her flesh the very second the bedroom door closed, snarling and thrashing against the obstructive layers of silk. His sister fell under the weight of his torso, so he only needed to step out of her body to leer over her. "Who was that?" he demanded.

Daki didn't answer at first, twitching in annoyance and glowering up at him. She had managed to save her clothes from his arrival and huffily tightened them back into place, but her lower lip still stuck out.

"This isn't a game!" He snapped impatiently. "What was that wink for?" And then he smelled it. His head whipped around to the window-- left open -- and he sniffed hard.

Someone had been not just killed, but slaughtered, to the point that he could catch the metallic remnants of it from inside. It couldn't have been further than next door. He wanted to shout. He wanted to shake her by the shoulders so hard that her head whipped. Instead, he dragged his nails down his face. "What did you do?!" he hissed, from now on careful to keep his voice low.

"It's not a big deal. Nobody will miss her." Her self-satisfied smirk made him lose his cool-- but not his volume.

"Daki, they've already noticed! Can't you hear them? How stupid could you get?! What were you thinking?"

Daki flinched but her hesitancy was short-lived. "You didn't bring me anything to eat!" Her whining grated on him, but not nearly as much as the realization that he had forgotten to feed his younger sister. "There weren't any eyewitnesses! I didn't leave any real evidence behind. Nobody thought I was acting out of the ordinary at all and I had it under control, until you butted in."

She was squirming on hot coals, he knew, but he pressed the issue harder. "Daki," trying to keep his patience, trying to simplify it in his head so that even a dummy like her could get it, "You're supposed to avoid any detection. None of this is supposed to happen anywhere around you. If you put yourself in trouble like last time," (her nostrils flared open at this, and her eyebrows furrowed her eyes back into her skull) "then it's easier for people to notice. And you definitely attracted someone's attention." He wouldn't let her forget that. Even if the girl was wrapped around Daki's finger now, there was no guarantee she wouldn't be a problem later.

"Last time was just because there was a Hashira here," she argued, changing the subject. "You didn't see her coming either. I can handle myself otherwise."

"It's not your job to handle that stuff! Next time you need to eat, you wake me up. It's my job to take care of you. Your job is easy: stay safe and don't arouse suspicion!"

An aggravated snort interrupted him.

"What?" he growled.

"Nothing," she swiped airily, folding her arms and looking away from him. "It's just that, from my point of view, it looks an awful lot like I'm the one taking care of us. I mean, I'm working for us, I'm providing a shelter, and I'm the only one keeping tabs on things around here." She pat herself on her chest in self-congratulations.

The more she spoke, the more livid Gyutaro became. The little brat thought she was carrying his weight, just by flouncing around among the humans and playing pretend. As though it pained her to do the bare minimum expected of her. Before he could mold his anger into coherence, a cloud of humans drew close in the hallway: both demons turned to stone. Quiet voices passed the room, nearly every one stopping their whispers as they passed as though holding their breaths. A single person halted outside Daki's door. No knock. No abrupt entrance. He tightened his grip on a scythe, other hand empty in case he needed to clap screams back into their mouth.

"Tsubakihime," the granny's weary voice called out. Gyutaro's eyes tunneled into Daki's face as she raised her hand, gesturing for silence. He didn't know why he allowed it. Against his better judgment, he let Daki have her way. "Sayako has gone missing," the voice croaked, "and there's... well... we are closing for the night. Please stay in your room," and after a pause, "I want to talk about... recent events, when possible. Not tonight... get your rest."

'What the hell happened while I was sleeping?' Gyutaro knew that the longer the speaker lived, the longer she had opportunity to talk. Not to mention the sheer exasperation that a human would dare to boss his sister around tended to annoy him regardless. They should kill her now, as she turned delicately and sadly away. But Daki's hand remained raised. It wasn't until the woman was downstairs that Gyutaro scoffed, "Nothing out of the ordinary, huh? Sounds like you've been making quite a mess." He dug anxious nails into his own palm. "Girls go running off all the time, but they don't leave blood puddles behind, do they?"

Daki didn't meet his eyes or say anything.

"Why were you so messy?" He asked, rhetorically. They both knew she knew better.

Still pouting. Ironically enough, her wallowing convinced him that the unwelcome news worked in his favor. She needed to learn a lesson: things go poorly when she doesn't listen to her older brother. The strategy was to keep at least one of them away from danger, untouchable and therefore unkillable. Daki was supposed to be an oiran, not a problem child. Someone beautiful and powerful, someone that the humans wouldn't dare accuse of having anything to do with the vanishing drunks and transients. If she wanted to squander it all then he would let her. And once he fixed the situation for them again, then maybe she would finally listen. He moved for the window.

"Older brother!" He knew she would scamper after him, stumbling on her knees and pushing herself onto her feet, "where are you going?"

"Hunting. You deal with the humans. Kill them or something, so they don't talk to anyone."

"Kill them?!"

"Oh, suddenly that's not an option?" He mocked her gape with exaggerated sarcasm. "Do whatever. I don't care anymore."

His dramatic exit was hindered again when she grabbed his arm. He looked back at her furious mouth, puckered brow, and terrified eyes. Her cheek muffled the crunching of a too-clenched molar.

And, despite his frustration, he took pity on her. It couldn't be easy being such a silly girl with limited scope. She was doing her best and it wasn't her fault that it amounted to floundering and failing. Especially not when she was right, in a way-- he had given her a lot of responsibility in this double life. She wasn't used to the thankless parts of siblinghood, even after all these years.

He placed his hands on either side of her face and helped push her healing along, repairing the fracture down her jawbone. "Okay, alright," he relented, "I'll take care of it all when I get back." Her eyelashes fluttered in surprise, he snickered but caught himself by forcing a frown.

"Listen. No more spontaneous murders. Now that the humans notice someone is 'gone,' there's going to be more of them." Normally, he would be in favor of simply wiping them all out and starting the slate clean, but thanks to the ever-broadening world beyond the district, it wasn't as easy to do things in a vacuum anymore. "They can't think any of this has anything to do with you. Which means we'll have to be careful from now on. Leave the killing to me. I'll lead them away from Yoshiwara."

Daki's mouth opened as if to say something, but considered otherwise and nodded. "Okay... you'll be back before the sun rises, right?"

"Yeah. But don't leave the window open," he directed, recalling the discomfort humans felt when death was near. "Don't leave any lights on either. Practice your Blood Art."

The flicker of hopelessness in her eyes made him want to crumble into frustration all over again. "You won't learn how to use it if you don't try," he scolded. And he didn't exactly have time to try and guide her through it, not if he wanted to get her more to eat. "I'll show you some things when I'm back."

This seemed to appease her. She nodded and backed from the window, plopping herself onto the ground with the kimonos pooling around her. "Hurry back," she said.

Gyutaro grunted in acknowledgement before slipping out of the window, effortlessly swinging onto the roof and into the night.

As he fled the dark corridor-maze of the district, Gyutaro ignored a couple targets. An unattended child. A passed-out drunkard. Ideally, he wanted to find someone outside the district boundaries. If the bodies led a trail away, then the humans would follow suit. As for the nosy women Daki worked with... Gyutaro had no real idea how they would get that under wraps, but that was nothing new. Much of their life had been decided on the fly, rolling with the punches before looking their opponent in the eye and delivering the damage back. If push came to shove, he was still keeping the 'murder all humans' plan in his back pocket. Frankly though, it sounded an awful lot like losing-- flipping the board and fleeing with Daki somewhere else. Why should they have to abandon their home, just because humans felt scared over the inevitable? Their demonic creator would probably look down on it as well.

Gyutaro scanned the entertainment district's skyline from afar. The more distance he gained from the place, the smaller everything felt. That was complacency-- the same laziness that Daki exhibited earlier. What humans lacked in strength and size, they made up for in their sheer number and inability to lie down and accept their fates. He could kill the lady of the tea house, but some family member would turn up, or government figure, or wealthy friend. Where one human was slain, at least three others were there to cause a scene. And Daki would be at risk.

He couldn't let that happen, no matter what. Their survival was above all else, and he couldn't die so long as she was unharmed... she couldn't be found again, like last week.

He hadn't been awake for the whole confrontation, but he would never forget it. That Hashira had somehow caught Daki outside, and so far from their home, their impenetrable refuge and reputation. Gyutaro jolted into a fight he hadn't foreseen when Daki's mind screamed out-- she was holding her own, though in the midst of chaos and violence. He'd seen her nails lacerate the other woman's face open, he'd cheered her on from inside, genuinely impressed at how his sister moved on such precarious, lacquered sandals. But the sword had been faster, and both siblings had been startled when her vision dropped past her hips at a backwards incline.

I don't want to die, was what she had thought (and to him, spoken) in a hazy panic, a primal fear that didn't make sense for a demon to have. Then she cried like a little girl cowering. Gyutaro, help me, help me, I don't want to die!

And he had burst out of her, slamming into the offender like a tsunami wave of teeth and blades and fingers and blood. The Hashira hardly had time to even realize she had lost. Gyutaro had never asked why Daki left the safety of her private quarters to begin with. He never thought he needed to... she was a good little sister, and could she have helped it, she wouldn't let someone get the upper hand on her. She was just bafflingly air-headed and much too trusting. That was who she was.

Gyutaro blinked back to reality when he realized the warmth on his chest was his own blood. He stopped gnawing his lips to shreds, allowed them to fill with skin and blood, then watched the clumps of skin evaporate from under his nails. That wouldn't happen again: he would be better this time and no Demon Slayer would get close to her.

He had to focus. He turned back to the wilderness, stalking the paths that perimetered the town. It wasn't an ideal hunting time-- the night was easing away, and most humans who wanted to join the festivities had already made it well within the safety of society. The trails were bare, save for critters and bugs. However, his luck hadn't run out just yet: two human heartbeats and the drumming of hooves called out to him in the dark, and he pursued it.

It belonged to a couple-- a young child with pulled-back hair at the reins and a blank-faced woman riding side-saddle behind him, a parasol (perhaps? It was obscured in her lap,) clutched in her hands. Just the two of them hurrying to the entertainment district. Perhaps another potential employee and her escort.

'I can kill the humans and send the horse in the opposite direction,' he decided. A grotesque murderer escaping the district, laywaying visitors then taking their transportation, and vanishing into some unknown fate: that seemed a simple enough story for humans to determine.

Hinata felt Tetsuya's fear-- a turbulent crash against their skull with no goose egg or fragment to blame. They didn't ask, but over time his back and shoulders slowly tensed into a solid wall of mass. The boy didn't even look around. He rode on, knuckles white on the reins, but Hinata vaguely remembered the bite of leather cutting into their own fingers once, could feel their own fear tugged at like a tangled fish line trudging up all sorts of ancient, vile, emotional debris. Not just a pinprick prank or a skipped heartbeat to be laughed off.

It took all their power not to grab the rider by his shoulders and demand to know what was happening. What did he see, hear, and smell? Where was the danger that Hinata, practically a stamped paper away from Hashira status, couldn't sense?!

Although this red herring plan made perfect sense to Gyutaro in his head, he hesitated. Despite the circumstances, something felt wrong, hasty. But no matter how he looked, listened, or smelled, there wasn't another living soul around. Time was also a variable: operating on the idea the sun was coming, this was his most convenient scapegoat. He had to move fast lest they slip past his clutches. And so he whistled through the trees like the wind, prepared to make it quick.

And then Hinata felt it too: like the creeping of a stray shadow, the huff of breath on the back of their neck, the delicious slice of death cutting through the air.

Gyutaro was moving too fast to be sure, but he swore that the woman's chin lifted. For a stationary second, his chest hammered; when their eyes met, he suddenly wanted to curl in on himself and cover his organs and body. The sensation of vulnerability was so jarring and unfamiliar that he felt himself twist his momentum before he had time to consider what it was-- what made him alter course.

He saw a flash of red and magenta. He saw a quicksilver flash of fabric. He saw a swelling cloudy form-- the horse jumping away, screaming, and delivering a swift, overdue kick at his presence.

The demon had gotten closer than Hinata expected-- if it weren't for Tetsuya's spacial awareness (noted and filed for later, if they lived), they could have been a microsecond too late. They sliced the demon down, but he moved midair, jerking out of the opening thread right on time, suffering dismemberment but not beheadment. Impressive! Graceful! Tetsuya gasped amd struggled for the reins, scared of falling off.

"Woah," a rumbling voice said appreciatively as Gyutaro plummeted behind thundering hooves. "He's fast." He spiraled, his arms swinging out to anchor his landing before he went crashing. He fell anyway as his left arm slipped away from his body, sliced cleanly at the bicep. The same went for his left leg, and so he had somersalted sharply to gain any distance. They regrew in a violent thrash of muscle easily and he snarled, facing the humans.

The passenger (could a girl have struck him that viciously?) must have dropped off the horse, but did so without tumbling or breaking anything. They simply appeared to have been standing at the ready the whole time. Their definitely-not-a-parasol hung at their hip now as their unsheathed blade raised before them, lazily spearing the air from their right hand. The matte black shadow of the blade became a reflective streak of scarlet and pink in the moonlight, the colors so indistinct that he nearly mistook the intermittent splashes for his blood though it wasn't effusing.

In the wake of the horse's gallop, Hinata was struck with dirt, pebbles-- and glass? They briefly glanced at the abrasion across the back of their fleshed hand. Whatever it had been was gone but Hinata was struck by the roaring of blood in their ears and an intrusive nausea, the caving of their organs that signified decayed cells and an impossible internal flora. 'That worked wonderfully!' Hinata wondered what was caustic enough to injure them: Nails? Skin? Blood? Teeth?

Hinata didn't get a single opportunity to process or appraise how the biological sample had been obtained: the demon had regenerated those limbs in a blink and careened at them.

He bore down on them, intending to separate both arms from their shoulders, but they seemed to read this movement. His strikes swept air or parried off their sword, and there was a following phantom strike that rang off his scythe, slicing too low and carving a gash across his chest.

Gyutaro sensed it again-- the feeling of being followed and watched-- recognizing it briefly and managing to cleanly escape this time by pulling his head out of reach. He knew what to listen for now: the way a Demon Corps soldier drew air into their lungs and diaphragm, a soldier steeling their nerves for a killing strike. Gyutaro fumed. He should have trusted his gut. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to be too angry: not when he was distracted by his inaccuracy-- he hadn't landed a single blow yet. It had been years since he'd faced a fair fight, and for it to last this long already made him feel more out of practice.

'Not just that,' his mind itched. Something about the way this human moved was pestering Gyutaro. He couldn't put his finger on it.

The human flickered again-- instantly they were in arm's reach, which stupefied him, though he was nothing if not deadlier up close. His kama caught the sword, blocking, trying to latch and twist it away, but its wielder easily slid away from his counters as though made of stray spider silk. He fought for breathing space, wildly dicing the air as the swordsman danced away. Gyutaro raised his weapons, the human mirrored him-- the demon froze, and so too did they.

The horse had continued on, more than happy to escape, but its rider forced the animal to halt and turn. "Yasumoto!" The young man squeaked indignantly, voice higher with agitation than worry. He looked back with horror and uncertainty regardless.

Yasumoto hadn't stopped watching Gyutaro, their silvery eyes glowing in anticipation. "Go on ahead," it was their voice that lurched like a gulch, but one unexpectedly sonarous and sultry. Gyutaro gave up on figuring them out: man or woman, they wielded a nichirin blade. He had to determine if the other was armed too, but it was a wasted double take. The moment Gyutaro's vision slid away from them, Yasumoto twitched from his peripheral view, reacting to the blind spot. 'Not reacting. They move the exact moment I do.'

In the instant that Gyutaro swatted Yasumoto away in a flurry of attacks, the mounted Slayer had turned his screaming steed towards civilization and abandoned them. Towards Daki.

He emitted a guttural shout and made to break away and chase the horse; as predicted, the monochromatic Slayer sprinted the same second the demon did. He swung hard-- 'Good grief!' Hinata noticed the demon dislocating his shoulder briefly to put more viciousness into it-- and released his Blood Demon Art right before spinning on his heel. The liquid crescents seared through the air, trailing the rider, as Gyutaro prepared to pounce an intervening Yasumoto. Certainly, they would engage with a feint attack to defend their partner's turned back.

He didn't expect Yasumoto to charge him; they ignored the bait completely. Startled, Gyutaro stopped their sword with his hand-- and they withdrew as swiftly, ribboning his fingers, narrowly avoiding his counter-stab, a wave of frustration rippling from the demon's clenched hand, through the sword, and directly into Hinata's mind-- and then the demon kicked hard. That one landed, but not as solidly as he would have liked. He wanted to feel his foot sink into their muscles and bones, to send the feeble sack of meat flying into the treeline, but it merely clipped them, their body twisting with the motion and spinning out of his reach. "Ouf," they exhaled as if banging their toe on a table, rather than narrowly escaping shattered ribs.

'So adaptable! He's so strong!' Hinata had to redirect most of the demon's attacks, and even struggled with that. They didn't want to be too rough with their new specimen-- oh, what hubris. What arrogance. The more he moved, the more Hinata got a feel for their opponent, and the more they realized they had been lucky to get close enough to touch the demon. He tried to assault the fleeing Tetsuya (blood! His blood had pierced Hinata's skin!), but Hinata had no question of the boy's abilities now.

Nobutoshi was clever like that-- the best thing to do with a human tracker was to ensure their ability to survive. True to form, Tetsuya had gripped his own sword, as if ready to join the fight but changing his mind. He swung the blade, his craft swept up fog and dirt between himself and the fight. 'Good job!' Hinata beamed and the pride surged through their veins and arteries, invigorating their excitement at being left to observe someone new.

There was no death rattle to Gyutaro's ears. Only the sound of steel clashing and the retreating gallop. A chill of worry wracked him at the thought of Daki facing someone alone, no matter how incredibly she had operated last time. But there were zero chances that either stranger could know about her. The only demon here was standing in the middle of the path, and only two eyewitnesses. A manageable situation... he just needed to keep a steady head.

For a second, Hinata drank in the demon's features. Tall. Scrawny-- bone-bare, but muscles rippling with superhuman springiness. Blobs of dark (Ink? Shadows? Birthmarks of a past life?) shadowed a portion of his face. Those cuts on his hand were already healed too. He was on another level... he was a one-of-a-kind powerhouse with an Art like that, and Hinata's heart couldn't help swelling with approval. They were on cloud nine: their head felt light, like attached to a string and floating far up above the treetops, all the while puppeting their body from a distance.

"That wasn't a very good idea," Gyutaro called out, convincing himself at the same time that it couldn't hurt to taunt his eventual prey. A sharp-toothed grin cracked his lips and he slouched forward. "Are you sure you can take me on yourself? Seems you're jumping into unknown waters and I bet you can't keep up that pace. This makes it easier for me to pick you off one at a time."

Hinata rolled their shoulder and stretched their ribs. Their body hummed with expectation to chase, to be chased, but they had to contain this high... if they kept making mistakes, they wouldn't get off so easily next time. "I'm fine to continue," they said with a sharp inhale and a shift to Recovery Breathing. After assessing the beautiful bruise-to-be, they decided to let it be. "I suspect he would rather not have my company right now anyway. He has enough on his mind, given the stress of our profession."

They were looking him directly in the eye but their bravery was a bluff. Gyutaro could see their clothing shifting, their body quaking with fear. Despite that, their red-swirled weapon hovered, so balanced it was nearly suspended... they took a step closer, eyes scanning him up and down while glowing with some elysian hunger. "In fact... I think you're precisely the one I've been looking for." Gyutaro couldn't tell if they were fucking with him-- there was no way they could see his pupils from there.

He didn't allow himself to prophesize the worst case scenario. As comfort, he opted to imagine how their bones would feel sliding between his teeth, if either of them meant to target his sister. "Seriously? What a joke... I don't know who you are, but you're going to regret facing me alone. Talk about stress," the demon rasped, clawing at his throat, (so much blood, so much self-imposed injury-- Hinata wondered if he overworked his healing this often. Why? Did he need to cut and break himself because of his Blood Demon Art?)

"No, I'm rather happy with the situation: of having you to myself." They smiled, slightly parted lips revealing impish teeth, nowhere as malicious as his, but sharpened with intent all the same. The gesture met those eclipse-like eyes that peered right through him, into his brain and rotting soul. "We haven't met before, but sincerely, it's quite a reward to make your acquaintance." Gyutaro's skin became electric with suspense, and he exacerbated the rips at his throat to alleviate the current. Yasumoto tilted their head his way, "I want to get to know you, if you don't mind."

Despite the strangeness of this proposal, he found himself snickering in a series of broken hisses. "Is that right? Are you so unpopular that you resort to chatting up demons? I bet your friend isn't going to like that." But Gyutaro could use that information. He'd killed lonely swordsmen before, and their strength rarely made up for their solitude... more often than not, the isolation wasn't nearly as comforting as they made it sound.

"I've never been popular with my peers," the human replied, as though they shared this in common, "but it's also not a requirement that I be likable."

"Well, isn't that sad for you. You must be a lonely guy." Patronizing and pitying them didn't get the rise Gyutaro wanted out of them.

"That's not true." They adjusted their hold on the sword, their mysteriously swaddled left hand stabilizing for their dominant right. "I have company right here. What more could I want?"

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