#he barely has a father so he’s becoming a good papa

[budd-ee]

thinking about rei’s shitty dad. how he doesn’t let rei call him father, only boss. how he only taught him how to kill and nothing else. how nothing really ties them but name and blood. how he still expects rei to fulfill his “duties” as a son despite never really being his father.

thinking about rei. how he holds miri so gently. how he’s willing to learn to make her life comfortable. how he (and kazuki) take pride in being called papa. how he and kazuki want her to grow up happy and healthy. how they are a family tied by love.

#I’m emotional rn #I started tearing up writing this #buddy daddies #rei suwa #he means a lot to me #he barely has a father so he’s becoming a good papa

[colourstreakgryffin]

I saw that requests were open again, so I was wondering if I could request some hc's for a father Yoriichi and child reader

As you wish! This is insanely cute and I love iiittt~! Yoriichi is best papa and you can’t convince me otherwise

Father! Tsugikuni Yoriichi

Yoriichi was so unbelievably relieved that you survived the demon attack. You were a tiny helpless newborn, but your mother saved your life by hiding you away. Yoriichi managed to dispose of the demon and thought he lost you too but he heard your crying

Yoriichi’s heart exploded as he embraced your little body and cried his heart out. His child is alive, he still has somebody he loves dearly, though, he lost his wife to have his child

Yoriichi is very protective over you, no matter your age. He lost his wife to a demon attack and you barely survived that same attack so he must use all his strength to keep you safe

Yoriichi isn’t use to be affectionate, but for you, he’ll give you kisses, hugs and so much more. He especially likes cuddling you as he cooks dinner. He could never feel more at peace then having his young child sleeping in his lap

Yoriichi doesn’t like talking to you about his job. He’d much prefer for you to think that he is in a safer environment then he actually is. As to not worry or scare you, he lies

Yoriichi enjoys going out to the fleet markets with you at times. He may be a silent and private man but seeing the way you awe at every sight and point out people’s kimonos, he just feels alive

Yoriichi feels bad about leaving you every single day to complete his samurai duties. He would prefer to bring you with him but with all the demons prowling, he’d be putting you in danger

Yoriichi’s love is completely endless, he can’t bring himself to merely imagine a world without you, his beloved baby. He has lost a lot in his life so he’ll make sure to keep you

Yoriichi is the type of father to study all your friends and proclaim ‘you can’t date anybody until you’re 50’. He isn’t being totally serious but he hates when any girl/boy try hit on you. You’re too young!

Yoriichi has become quite organised and hygienic since he had you. He takes care of all your belongings and cleans the house regularly so you can’t lose anything or get hurt. It’s another form of his protectiveness

Yoriichi is definitely a playful parent. He can play imagine quite well, and he likes going out to explore with you in the nearby woods

Yoriichi remembers everything you like all the time and he’ll always cook your favourite dinners as to make each day special for his precious child. He doesn’t need a reason, he just does it

Yoriichi has specific times for you that he never fails to stick to. Times to eat, times to play, times to go to bed and days to go shopping. This way, you’re very healthy and have good habits

Yoriichi is a good father, who is devoted to his child. He won’t let them go, he won’t let them get hurt and he’ll be with them until the very end. He needs his child to keep feeling such peace, happiness and love

“You’re my baby and you’ll always have my heart, darling. My purpose is to keep you safe and happy now, you see? I’m glad you understand, love. Do you wanna go home now? I’ll make your favourite”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #kny hashira #headcanons #tsugikuni yoriichi #yoriichi tsugikuni #father headcanons #parent headcanons #parental love #kny yoriichi #demon slayer yoriichi #demon slayer parent #yoriichi is best father! #yoriichi x reader #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader

[pink-and-pearls]

Would love to see Madara with a pregnant wife or newborn baby girl. I think he would be the most PROTECTIVE papa! Please and thank you!!!

I absolutely love this😭, this is so wholesome!💕 I really hope you'll like it!

Madara x pregnant wife! ( + him being a dad of a baby girl)

Description: Headcanon of how Madara would treat his pregnant wife and his newborn daughter.

A/N: English isn't my first language, please be indulgent with me. Enjoy!

(D/n = daughter name)

You and your dear husband, Madara, have been trying to become parents for a while now. You two were both devoted to one another and eager to indulge in parenthood. You remember feeling a little nauseous one morning but didn't give it much thought. When your loving spouse checked on you, he was grinning wildly. When you asked him, "Why are you smiling?" he gave you a kiss on the forehead and answered, "Nothing beautiful; I'll get a doctor to make sure you're alright."

The doctor came to check on you and once he had completed his procedures, he said: "Mrs. Uchiha...you are with child," as he turned to face you. Your eyes widened as you came to understand, tears of joy formed at the corner of your eyes. Soon after, you sprinted into your husband's arms and hugged him. He was unable to contain his happiness, spinning you around you both laughed, lovingly he looked at you before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

Madara had taken extra steps to put you at ease ever since it was revealed that you were pregnant. He doesn't allow you to perform any chores or let anything upset you. He wants to ensure that you don't have any additional sources of stress, and he takes care of the majority of things. He even decided to hire more maids to make sure everything was taken care of. Your dear lover wants you to put yourself first and look after yourself since he knows that pregnancy isn't easy. Even though his profession is incredibly demanding, he tries to spend as much time as possible since he sincerely wants to be by your side during this journey.

The idea of being a parent and watching you, his beloved wife, become a mother, excites him greatly. You were kind, soft yet determined and strong-willed and he's not afraid to remind you that you'd be a great mother, saying things like "You'd be a wonderful mother, love," while he cuddled you. Each night, you'd spend hours and hours thinking about names and imagining what your baby would look like.

"I hope they're going to have beautiful soulful dark eyes and majestic hair just like their father," you said caressing Madara's face.

"And I hope they'll have a bright smile that enlightens every room just like their mother" he whispered before planting kisses on your belly.

Each morning, he whispers in his baritone voice words like, "Good morning, little one. I can't wait to hold you in my arms. You promise not to bother your mother too much? Hm?"

He has observed how your tummy slowly grew in size, how the hormones made you act particulary sensitive and how you had developed strange cravings, but he never once voiced any discontent. In fact, you barely finish a request and he's already on it. He wants you to live like a true queen and he will always treat you like one.

He's deeply enamoured with you, he can't even take his eyes off you. His heart starts racing every time he lays his eyes on you. To him, you are stunning, and the image of you carrying his child is simply mesmerizing.

He often thought about how dull he's life would be without you, and how lost and empty he'd feel, which is why even though it's complicated for him to voice his feelings and his adoration for you, he'd try just for you and you only...

The day your water broke, you were extremely panicked, but your husband was by your side. You were yelling and shouting his name from the immense pain, Madara gritted his teeth, he hated to see you in such pain. He hired the best medical professionals, he tried to maintain his composure during labor. He held your hand and kissed your forehead and whispered encouraging words: "Dear you can do it, I believe in you, I'm right here, love."

After several hours of pushing, you both received the good news that you were the parents of a healthy little baby girl.

"I'm so proud of you darling," he said before kissing you. They put your tiny newborn daughter in your arms, and you held her while you listened to her tiny cries, which soon ceased. You grinned, your daughter was so tiny and so beautiful. She's the product of a union between two passionate lover. You turned to face your husband, only to see his widened and curious eyes, "Honey, here, hold her," you said. He was a little concerned, she appeared fragile he feared that a man like him would be too brusque.

Madara gently held her in his arms as he stared at her with calm eyes "What a beautiful angel", he thought. He gazed at her intently, attempting to contain the emotions that were beginning to overwhelm him as he paid meticulous attention to each and every one of her features. He, Madara Uchiha, God of war, was finaly a father. He gave his newborn daughter a tender kiss on each cheek which made the baby smile a little at the warmth and snuggle up against him. His heart skipped a beat, immediately he felt a strong sense of protectiveness and he whispered in her ears, "I swear to protect you for the rest of my life, my little princess."

Madara is incredibly dedicated to making his daughter live a beautiful life. After all, he has always wanted kids to live a life free from conflicts and tensions and he doesn't want his daughter to live a childhood like his. He saw his daughter's birth as a second chance to accomplish his ultimate ambition, peace and her smile is definitely a prize he cherishes deeply reminding him that there was still hope.

Madara enjoys spoiling his daughter with his attention and treats her like a true princess. He also buys her the finest clothing, shoes, and even toys. He's very careful about who approaches his daughter, he let very few people to get close to her. Aware that people know about the birth his daughter and he absolutely despise the idea of anyone wanting to hurt her in anyway.

What's most important to him is that he genuinely wants to develop a bond with his kid; he wants the best for her and will support and encourage her. He wants to be present in her life and be there for her.

Although Madara is a very stern and strict man, as soon as he sees his daughter, he finds it impossible to maintain that demeanour. She radiates a angelic, soft atmosphere. He doesn't even notice how his smile appears around her.

In truth, Madara is a very loving and protective father and his paternal love is incomparable. You feel incredibly blessed by his unending devotion to his small family. You can already picture how exciting having a daughter is. You can't wait to witness how your wonderful husband, Madara, will be as a father throughout the years. You occasionally remind him of how appreciative you are of his protectiveness, but you also encourage him not to be overly protective since you want your daughter to live her life. You giggle as you imagine the day your daughter will start dating and how Madara will absolutely freak out; your life is truly beautiful and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

"After so much time alone, imprisoned in darkness...the sun is finally out, my dear y/n, my little d/n, I won't forgive myself if anything were to happen." he thought watching you sing to the little baby, putting her to sleep.

Madara knows deeply in himself that if there's anyone that truly loves him for who he is, it's you and his daughter.

"I wouldn't want this to ever strip away from me, no I can't lose this...

This warmth," eyes closed, he listened to you sing the last words of the lullaby.

#Madara #uchiha clan #Uchiha #madara uchiha #love #madara x y/n #madara x reader #madara x oc #madara x you #fanfic #naruto

[webshood]

Jason didn't plan for Red Hood to become the father figure of half of Gotham's youth.

It was all a accident, as much as Jason likes to believe, deep down he's a softie with a very obvious weakness to kids. At first he didn't notice things changing, everything seemed normal, kids always called for him asking for things.

"Mr. Red Hood can you give money so I can buy my baby sister's formula?"

"Mr. Red can you help me get my kitten, she's stuck behind the dumpster and it's heavy to move it alone"

"Hood can ya talk to ma'? My old man beat her again and she ain't gonna leave him"

"Mr Hood are you good at math? Mom don't know how to do my homework"

These kids needed him and he would help them all the ways they needed, once a 17 year old, barely five years younger than him needed help applying for college and he spent the next hour going over every single scholarship, government help program, part time job and help them through the process.

Some kid wanted him to knock their parents a peg or two for being abusive? He got it.

A sex worker needed him to look after her baby for a little while so she could work? Well, Red Hood has a baby wrap for his back and will be doing light patrolling to not disturb the baby.

Little boys want him to play football/soccer with them? He's changing his shoes so his pointy steel toed boots won't ruin the ball.

He should've noticed when younger children started calling him papa and all the other variants of the word in different languages, one day he was Mr. Red Hood, the next, he was papa, dad, abba, papito, papai, painho, baba, cha, no matter if he had interacted with the kid before or not, they would all call him dad anyway so Jason just shrugged his shoulders and proceed with his life.

Jason is 100% okay with that because his kids always respect his job as a crime lord/vigilante and never get in the way, but there's small incidents that they're in direct danger and he just has to protect them. Like the time he pointed a gun to a lacy college boy from the diamond district who thought his high schooler daughter was the one to catcall, or that time when one of his son's had a father's day presentation on school and the deadbeat biological father didn't go and Jason had to give him a little scare.

#jason todd #dc comics #red hood #batfam #also toddlers often call him 'mama/mum' #bc they see his big chest and think omg it's mom!!

[signed-sapphire]

The Fallen Star ✨

A Wish rewrite

Asha redesign 💜

Hehe hi Anny sorry I’m basically stealing your reimagining format… let me know if you want me to change it

Anyways hi! Inspired by so many amazing Wish reimaginers (yes that’s a word shut up), mainly @gracebethartacc/@gracebeth3604 and the aforementioned @annymation, I decided to post my own rewrite! This being the character details.

Now, unlike the prior AU Ashas, my Asha acts less like a Cinderella and more of a… Kusco. If you catch my drift.

But don’t worry! Our girl is going to go through some major character development!

But first… let’s get to meet her!

(Ignore the shit quality this is the only art I have of her atm since I don’t have my ipad with me… will update with better photos later)

Princess Asha Arabella Arman is the heir to the throne of Rosas, the kingdom of wishes

It was founded by none other than her adopted father, Magnus Arman

She was raised by Magnus and Amaya for the past 8 years, and has been coddled quite a bit

All three of the Armans lost their homes to to the evil Stars, so Asha is against everything to do with Star magic

Just like the movie, Asha is 17 years old, and can’t wait until she turns 18 and can wish to become a great magician like her papa

No matter how hard she tries, wish magic doesn’t work for Asha, something she finds extremely frustrating

When this happens, she has a tendency to lash out and snap at people

Many servants have been fired for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but they understand

At least, the older generation does

Stars destroyed their homelands with their greedy magic, and Asha just wants to be as great as her parents

Though… they do think she could be nicer about it

Asha’s parents are always quick to come to her rescue and smooth things out after her temper blows up, rehiring staff and gently reprimanding Asha

They’re not the best parents but like they adopted her when she was 9, they don’t know how to deal with kids

Still, they love Asha as their own

Gonna get more into the king and queen of Rosas in part ii, back to Asha!

Becaude her parents are such great heroes, Asha feels very strongly that the citizens of Rosas should be treating them as if they are the most grand royalty ever

And as their daughter, she should be awarded some of the same privileges

Except none of the teenagers her age seem to like hanging around her, always calling her snobby and self-centered

Excuse me? She was not self centered! Asha just believed her kingdom deserved the best, and their rulers even better! Obviously!

Personality traits

Stubborn

Loyal (to those she deems worthy)

Spoiled

A bit naïve

Insecure but covers it up with WAY too much confidence

Bad liar. Will be important later on.

^But SUPER good at pulling out her “I’m your princess I’m better than the air you breathe” face when needed

Never seems to take her duties seriously… think Rise!Leo if you can

Backstory

So my rewrite’s epilogue is posted already, but imma put her angst here too anyways~

Stars used to help people fulfill their own wishes, until one day they got lazy and started simply granting them instead

This method messed with the system and drove the Stars crazy, mad with power, and they started destroying kingdoms to get more magic

Little Asha’s village was unfortunately one of the victims

Sakina and Tomás barely had time to react before the glowing streaks of light crashed through their roof

Screams echoed through the chaos, and giant hands made of twilight ink scooped up villagers

Tomás and Sakina grabbed their little girl and huddled over her protectively as another blast of scorching light exploded through their roof

When the dust settled, and the harsh glow had faded away, there was only one sound left in the village

The sobbing of a 9-year-old girl, crying and begging for her parents to wake up

That’s when Magnus came across Asha, and took her under his wing

He could fight away Stars, so Asha stuck with him

It took a WHILE for her to learn that Magnus wasn’t going to harm her, but hey, Magnus had her back through it all

After he and Amaya founded Rosas, Asha was reassured that she would never have to see a Star destroy everything she loved ever. Again.

Oh, Asha, if only you weren’t the protagonist of your story

Design

BEFORE I DO ANYTHING I WANT TO GIVE A HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @mythartist21 BECAUSE THEY DESIGNED BASICALLY THE WHOLE LOOK FOR ASHA AND CIELO GIVE THEM A ROUND OF APPLAUSE AND GO CHECK THEM OUT

*Ahem* So I did a bit of a deep dive into Asha’s design in the “pilot” over here BUT for her fully updated design today, notes below (a lot of it copy-pasted from here)

Asha’s concept art was inspired by Moroccan and Amazigh fashion, so @mythartist21 added a bunch of inspiration from that in her design

Our girl has her hair accessories back!

I gave her fuller lips and a longer nose bc we only had Jasmine for the nose rep in Disney Princesses, and she’s Afro-Hispanic! Show off her black features!

I also darkened her skin bc… I get that people from North Africa can have lighter skin, heck, Pepa from Encanto showed good rep for the lighter skinned Colombians! But like… we only have one other black princess. Let’s show off that skin color diversity

She also has wider shoulders, a bigger chest, neck, and waist, bc she’s not white but also WOMEN WITH MUSCLES>>>

Asha isn’t super jacked but she does have muscle defining and I want to write in a scene where she has no sleeves on so we can appreciate her arms

RatLD had Namaari’s back and my bisexual ass needs some more women to simp for

Eyeshadow as a reference to Elsa but also I felt she needed some color on her face. Miiiight change it later on when I add in her hair beads but for now she has eyeshadow

Gonna keep the many Rosas symbols bc she’s the princess of the kingdom, what do you expect?

Also she just looks older in general (even though she’s still seventeen like canon!Asha) which I think lends itself to her royal status idk

+ technically more realistic proportions which ig can be a callback to the times when animators did rotoscoping?

Dimples. Bc they’re fantastic

I TRIED to draw Asha with her fine braids, but people were complaining that canon!Asha looked too much like Isabella Madrigal, and with TFS!Asha having darker skin + longer nose structure + more haughty personality? Yeah, I gave Asha back some body in her hair

Idk I tried to make them look like the braids from this concept art ⬆️ (imagine they’re like this… I did the art at like 3am okay)

I HC that Asha’s canon outfit is her younger self’s outfit, down to the detailed braids done lovingly by Sakina

But after the incident with the stars…

Let’s just say Amaya tries her best, and Asha appreciates it

I also finally modeled our girl a crown! Based off of Amaya’s weird ass canon one, and the tiara look of the early Disney Princesses

Gotta make one for Maggie too…

#saph doodles #the fallen star #the fallen star au #asha #asha x star #disney wish #princess asha #star x asha #human star #starsha #wish 2023 #based on the concept art #idk #art wip

[manjiroscum]

pregnancy diaries: teddy bear

summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.

character/s: bonten!sanzu haruchiyo

warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnant sex, attempts of sexual assault (not by sanzu), light angst, reader gets anxious a lot, pregnancy, mentions of murder, blood, canon typical violence, mentions of past drug use, sanzu keeps weapons in his house, sanzu tries to be a good husband and father, ooc sanzu (?), lots of fluff, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

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wc: 4.9k

note: this entry is dedicated to bby cat @sanzucide 😚💖

MONTH 0: WEEK 2

My dear baby peanut,

A kind old lady I met at a bakery told me to write down my thoughts about you as you grow in my tummy. She said that you might like to read my journey with you one day and I couldn't help but feel happy at the idea of it. No words can describe how excited your father and I are to see you. I was quite surprised when I found out that you’re here—our precious miracle. I swear by the stars that shine that I’ll protect you as fiercely as I can, even if it is against those who I love for you deserve everything good life has to offer. Please, please stay healthy and well inside there. I’ll do anything for it to stay that way.

I love you, my precious starlight.

Strong arms were wrapped around your trembling body. The same arms that you missed sleeping in last night for your husband went missing once you broke the news to him about your pregnancy. Sanzu Haruchiyo was—still is—a very closed-off individual since you met him. Rarely does he indulge you with his troubled thoughts or those scenarios that bother him enough to stay awake during the late hours. You figured, as his wife, he wouldn’t be so shy about sharing his fears with you.

But when it came to special and sensitive matters, like how you wanted a baby and failed multiple times, your beloved husband was sometimes a lost cause. You couldn’t really blame him for it either, having isolated himself from his own family due to his own personal reasons he dare not say aloud. Still, you couldn’t bare the responsibility alone, scared to death that he might leave you with the baby and decide not to be a part of raising it.

Yet, Haruchiyo wasn’t that cruel to do that to you—his love and the only piece of heaven in a land that reeks of death and betrayal. To do so would be akin to dying.

“Please… Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry,” Sanzu sighed into your hair, eyes closed in exhaustion and sorrow for the stress he has caused you in the last few hours. He knows he should do more than console you through words. Beg or kneel for your forgiveness. “I’m sorry. Sorry I did that… I’m sorry I made you worry, baby. It won’t happen again. I, uh… I got so overwhelmed at the thought of becoming a father and needed fresh air—”

An angel you were. No one else could compare to your bountiful mercy and love. Normally, anyone in your situation would ask him to go. You were content to cry, two of your clenched fists banged against his chest. It never dealt much damage, unlike the tears that streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed. Haruchiyo really messed up this time. “I-Idiot! Idiot Haru! All you had to do was tell me that! Not disappear on me like that… I was so worried sick—”

“I know, baby. I know.” His arms pulled you close once again, embracing your trembling form as try and steady yourself. Your husband couldn’t help but feel anger towards his actions. He should do better—never make you cry like this again. “I’m sorry… I love you, yeah? Do you know that I love you, mhm? Baby stop crying, what will peanut think if he hears you?” At the cute nickname he gave the baby, you blinked back the tears and glanced up at him in surprise.

“Peanut?”

MONTH 1: WEEK 5

Hello, baby peanut,

Your papa is such a sweet man. You might say it is impossible to see or disagree once you’re older, but he truly is. Today, we went to check how you are and we’re so happy you’re making yourself comfortable inside. Whatever you want to eat, I’ll make sure you can taste it, yeah? Even if it is weird. Plus, your uncle Takeomi asked about you when I visited your papa at work. He might seem like an aloof man but he is good. Your papa says he is better than your uncle at everything but I can’t testify to that. What I do know is that your papa is a hard-working man. He tried to assemble your crib today and it was a funny sight. Don’t tell him that though, okay?

I love you, peanut. Keep growing!

“Are you even sure it’s gonna be a boy?”

Rindou’s question stayed hanging in the air due to Haruchiyo not listening to his colleague. The walls were recently painted in the hue of baby blue by your husband, leading the visitor to question why. Tongue stuck in between his lips, your husband was too caught up in reading the steps written on the flimsy paper about assembling the crib you two bought the other day to pay the younger Haitani any attention. Rindou must’ve realized this and sighed, shaking his head before diverting his gaze at you. You merely laughed at his curious stare.

“It might be. Haruchiyo is quite sure, though. Says he can ‘sense’ it.”

The younger Haitani couldn’t stop the strange expression twisting his handsome face at what that implied. “He… can ‘sense’ it? What the fuck does that even mean? And why name your baby after a nut?” Those purple irises threw your husband a suspicious look, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Are you… on drugs again?”

Concentration snapped into two, Haruchiyo glared at Rindou at the accusing tone. “Hey, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? I’ve been clean for two years. My mind is perfectly working.” His finger reached up to pull down his eyelid and stuck out his tongue. “You’re just jealous I can sense that my baby is gonna be a boy. What’s the matter, Rinny? Having a hard time conceiving boys like Ran? Perhaps you should fuckin’ check if your balls are broken or if it runs in the family.”

You ignored the banter occurring in front of you, content at sitting by the side. Whatever his reasons were for being able to tell his child would be a boy, it is still endearing to hear. And somewhere, deep in your heart, you wished Haruchiyo’s intuition would come true. Your hand reached down to caress your belly, mouth parting as you lightly scold Haruchiyo not to antagonize Ran’s brother any further.

MONTH 2: WEEK 7

My lil’ peanut,

I tried to convince your papa the other day to write an entry in this journal for you. He refused because he was afraid he’d mess it up which I don't think will happen. Your papa has been extra careful lately that sometimes I wonder if he is the one carrying you or me. I can’t blame him, though. You are our miracle baby.

Can you hear him humming at night? I don’t know if listening to Mozart will make you smarter and where your papa heard that tidbit from, but I just hope you like the music if you do hear it. It calms my nerves and fears of what has yet to come.

I can’t wait to have you in my arms, darling.

Tonight's dinner was flushed down the drain while you brushed your teeth. Whether it was because of what you ate or how you have been going around the house nonstop to clean the apartment that made you dizzy, your nausea got too much. Haruchiyo’s tall frame was leaning against the bathroom door’s frame, worry etched on his equally tired features after a whole day of running to and fro for another grand scheme of Bonten. You couldn’t help but furrow your brows slightly. As much as you wanted him to stay and be here with you all the time, it would be quite selfish. And yet, the thought of going into labor without him by your side would be an absolute nightmare. The crime organization didn't really have some sort of paternity leave and you were sure your husband would rather shoot himself than ask Mikey for it.

“You okay?”

Nodding at Haruchiyo’s reflection in the mirror, you then shot him a weak smile. “I’m alright. Just… tired of puking.” In hopes of lifting the solemn mood, you poked your tongue out. “I guess little peanut didn’t like the pasta.” You took an empty cup and filled it with water, about to gargle the last bit of your vomit’s aftertaste until you felt arms wrapping around your torso and a warm chest pressed against your back. Your eyes glanced up to meet Haruchiyo’s gaze through the mirror.

“Peanut should learn not to be picky about his food.”

“I was only kidding, Haru,” you whispered, leaning back on him. “The pregnancy is making me nauseous.”

Nuzzling his chin on your shoulder, your husband laughed softly, the puff of air released was ticklish on your neck. “I know, baby. I know. I just don’t like seeing you vomit since you just ate. I’m worried that you’re gonna get sick or something. Do you wanna order something? That favorite cafe of yours is still open at this hour. How about some cupcakes, mhm? Or maybe you wanna get cheesecake?”

At the mention of sweet desserts, your eyes perked up and a smile spread across your lips. “Sure, not gonna say no to cupcakes. Let me finish gargling then we can order, okay?”

MONTH 3: WEEK 9

My dear peanut,

I have to be honest… I’ve been afraid of what kind of world you’ll be growing up in. It is no secret what your papa does and I am fully aware of the possibilities that may happen in the near future. Your papa has been nothing but kind to me. He may have his ups and downs, yet that is part of being human. The people he has to deal with, on the other hand, are not so good…

Still, I swear that I’ll keep you safe. Your papa and I will keep you away from harm's way as best as we could. It may sound pointless, but as long as I live and you cannot defend yourself, I will always protect you.

I love you so much, my sweet peanut.

Iron. The smell of blood wasn’t overpowering yet it somehow invaded and assaulted your nostrils. But the scent akin to rust was not the most overwhelming thing to experience at this very moment. Fists meeting the pervert’s face with a sickening crack and the crimson liquid dripping from the man’s lips were nothing compared to the murderous look painted across your husband’s face. His heart that was hammering earlier out of worry and fear was not beating to the thunderous tune of rage and vengeance. He can’t believe someone really tried to touch his pregnant wife on his own turf, much less a nobody who was only thinking with his dick. All you could do was heave a heavy sigh and continue to look away as the man’s limp body was dragged out of the room.

The new recruit, whatever possessed him to try and touch a Bonten member’s wife, was surely regretting it now—wherever his pathetic soul is. Frankly, neither you nor Sanzu cared.

Haruchiyo never noticed your form shivering until he embraced you, his lips in a grim line while he inhaled your familiar scent he got so used to waking up that it would be torture to never be able to smell it again. Any bastard who tries to harm you and his son should be prepared to receive his undiluted wrath. That man was just an example of what he can do and a glimpse of what he can do more if anyone would be stupid enough to mess with him.

“You’re okay, baby. I’m here. No one will try to fuckin’ touch you again.”

“T-that fucker…”

You supposed you were as insane as him at this point—any mother would probably result to the same way of thinking after going through this. Images of the man burning and wailing in agony filled your mind while you clung to Haruchiyo. The unwanted touching and disgusting words that were thrown at you weren’t the horrifying part of this whole ordeal. Compared to that, the insults he hurled at you the second he saw you were pregnant made you sick. The ride to your husband’s office for a simple desire to eat lunch with Haruchiyo with that creep was a long one that was filled with suffering until those metal doors opened. The heavens definitely answered your prayers when Haruchiyo was waiting for you by the elevator, hoping to welcome you with arms open only to see you trying to push away the sicko. The rest was history.

“H-Haru, it happened so fast and I was so scared—”

“Shh, I got you. He won’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered into your hair. “Remember? I’ll always keep you and peanut safe. Nothing will harm you or the baby, okay? I’m sorry you had to experience that, baby… I’ll cut off those filthy hands and burn them. Would you like to see that, babe?”

MONTH 4: WEEK 15

My darlin’ peanut,

Your papa is ecstatic. I supposed anyone will be once the baby’s gender is revealed but your papa is beyond that. He has been busy buzzing around buying you baby clothes and toys. And yet, when I asked him if he wanted to reveal the gender to his friends… I guess I can’t go into detail about what he actually said to me. However, it goes along the lines of wanting to keep it to himself for now.

The doctor was smiling weakly the entire time we listened to your heartbeat because your papa was glaring at him until the sound of your beating heart echoed around the room. I admit I shed a few tears. Some mothers had the idea of keeping the sonogram pictures of their babies in their wallets for good luck. I’ve asked yours to be printed a lot because I know I’ll be placing them all over the house. You’ve grown quite big, peanut.

I can’t wait to see you soon, love.

Haruchiyo couldn’t stop grinning. Even when he was in the same room as Mikey and the other members of Bonten, he had to hide the curl of his lips with his hand so Ran or Rindou wouldn’t tease him. However, he can’t help it. Soon, his good mood was news to the entire staff in the building. Those who knew him well were aware of your pregnancy and weren’t all that surprised. The people who didn’t, on the other hand, were living in total fear that Bonten’s number two may have lost his mind and could go on a killing spree when provoked.

“Are you gonna tell them tomorrow?” you questioned softly. Upon hearing no reply from your husband, you glanced in the direction of pink and stifled a giggle at the sight. Sanzu Haruchiyo, the fierce second in command of Bonten who has slitted far more throats and is known for being the most ruthless one, was giggling softly at the photo of his baby’s sonogram. To say Haruchiyo was ecstatic over the confirmation that his baby was a boy isn’t enough to be a description.

He’s fucking over the moon.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?” Haruchiyo still couldn’t put down the photo, his eyes clear as day while staring at the black and white photo. He can’t take his eyes off of it. Did he and you really make such a cute baby? Haruchiyo couldn’t believe he was going to be a dad in a few more months. Will the baby look like you? Or him? Your husband’s lips stretched even more at the thought. “What is it?”

Adoring the scene, you turned back to the sizzling meal you were making for two. It will be for three in a couple of months. You couldn’t wait for that day, smiling at what that meant.

“Nothing, babe.”

MONTH 5: WEEK 18

My baby peanut,

Your room is ready and filled to the brim with things you might need. It’s almost as if you’re already here. Your papa said that if you’re not a good boy, he’ll take away all your toys and exchange them for boring posters compelling nutrition posters to encourage you to eat vegetables. He’s very funny.

The other day, we were looking to buy strollers and your very own car seat. I’m too embarrassed to go back to the store after weeping at the sight of those cute items. Your papa merely laughed so I hit him on the back for doing so. Peanut, whenever a lady cries or feels sad, comfort her. Okay?

Love you!

“Are you still mad?” Haruchiyo slightly winced at the cold expression you shot at him, instantly regretting his actions earlier. Silly as it may be, he knew your irritation was amplified due to the hormones and shouldn’t be messed with. You normally would have laughed when he teased you, but today wasn’t like those days. His hand reaching out to you was ignored when you brushed past him in the direction of the bathroom. Scratching his chin, your husband tailed behind you akin to a lost puppy while a stream of apologies ran out of his mouth. To shut the door on his face would be too harsh so you spun to face him before entering, surprising him a bit. To tease your husband, however, was another story.

“Haru, I have to be frank,” you muttered, putting on the best face you can that could be the epitome of disappointment. “I may take this as good fun, but for you to merely laugh at me earlier… it hurt my feelings.” Hands reaching up to cover your eyes that were void of tears, you could tell Haruchiyo was starting to panic. He did vow he will never make you cry again or be the reason for the waterworks. Especially now that you were experiencing mood swings due to the pregnancy. For him to see you start showing signs of weeping had your husband at the tip of his toes, hoping for you to forgive him. The last thing he wanted was to sleep on the cold couch tonight.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would make you feel sad—look, if it makes you feel better, I can buy you anything. Or maybe a massage? Do you want a massage? I’ll massage your feet and back, plus do all the dishes this month. Please—” he paused in his ramble the second the first laugh slipped past your lips. It wasn’t soon before Haruchiyo figured out you were messing with him, crossing his arms across his chest while observing you laugh with your arms around your tummy. He couldn’t believe he fell for your tricks. You didn’t even notice him leaving until you heard the door to your bedroom closed shut.

“Haru? Come on, I was just kiddin’! You were laughing at me earlier and I couldn’t help but tease you. I love you, okay?”

MONTH 6: WEEK 23

Darling peanut,

You are growing bigger and stronger inside that I can’t help but cry. The doctor said I might feel you kicking soon and your papa is looking forward to it. It still amazes me that you’ll be coming out soon and I’ll be meeting you.

I saw a shooting star the other day. Your papa was already snoring on the couch to see it while we were in the middle of watching an old film and I was slightly bored. I wished for you to come out healthy. That is all I want.

Haruchiyo took a clean towel from the nightstand to wipe off the sweat dripping down your forehead, unable to take his eyes off of your belly and the undeniable glow your face had. His free hand even refused to move from its spot on the obvious bump, rubbing on it softly. His cock twitched at the idea of getting you pregnant again, which did not go unnoticed by you since he was still inside your creamed pussy after sex. Gentle and slightly afraid he’ll hurt the baby, your husband has been nothing but the sweetest. Even after marriage, Haruchiyo was still doting. Fears of him leaving you for another woman and giving up on the relationship did haunt you all those years where nothing significant happened. Perhaps it’s human to think that way.

Your husband did not understand why you had such thoughts, kissing every worry away from your face so soothingly as if he didn’t just paint your gummy walls white that it oozed out the moment his flaccid cock slipped out of your pussy with a small pop. He was mesmerized at the lewd sight that his cock was twitching, growing hard once again. You felt it too, groaning at how eager he is. Haruchiyo was sheepish.

“Sorry, I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

“Haru, I’m tired…”

“You sure you’re not up for another round?” he mumbled into your ear, slowly grinding his cock now half-mast against your thigh. “You tend to get needy whenever I’m just about to fall asleep.” When you shook your head, he pouted. “I’m not gonna offer the same thing once we’re finished bathing even if you ask me nicely, pretty.”

Playfully glaring at him, you lightly scoffed. “Really? How sure are you?” Not waiting for a response, you got up and sauntered over to the bathroom while making sure not to hide the way his semen ran down your legs. You gave your entranced husband a glance and cheekily gestured for him to follow you. Damn your depleted energy, teasing him is always a fun challenge. “You’re not opposed to washing my back without touching me down there, right?”

MONTH 7: WEEK 26

My adorable peanut,

I hope you are well. Sometimes I get surprised whenever I feel you kick, especially when I eat. Your papa said it is silly to worry that you might be kicking a lot during meals because you didn’t like the taste of them. I can’t help but wonder about it.

Whenever you kick, your adorable papa comes running to check. He’s like a puppy, but don’t tell him that. He might worry his colleagues will think the same way. I’m just confident in writing it down here ‘cause I know he doesn’t read what I write here. Something about privacy and that this journal should be read by you. He really cares about you, peanut.

We both love you so much, baby.

“Do you think we should babyproof that room?”

Haruchiyo glanced up from polishing his katana, his eyes following your line of gaze to the one room where he kept all his guns and other dangerous things. At your suggestion, your husband couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Come on, babe. There’s no way an infant could even enter there. I keep it locked at all times, ‘ya know? Besides, once he does grow older, we’ll move to a bigger place. I’d want one with three bathrooms.”

The talks of moving once you had a kid were not strange to this household. Even back then when you were still struggling with conceiving, Haruchiyo was already open to moving out of the apartment once the kid was big enough. There wasn’t anything wrong with the current apartment, but you do wish to have more space for the child and that it was nearby a school. However, there was his job at Bonten to consider. Moving out meant he would be further away from headquarters and that might not suit well with him.

“You sure? I mean, about moving.”

Haruchiyo was back to polishing the blade, nodding at your words. “Yeah, it’s totally fine, babe. We can’t stay in this apartment forever, plus there are better apartments or penthouses out there where peanut can run around freely. If you don’t wanna live in a building, we can always get a house. It’s no big deal.” Hearing no response from you, his attention shifted to your form, and raised a brow. “What? Did… I say something wrong?”

“No, nothing wrong. Do you think peanut is gonna be such an active kid?” The grin on your face never faltered as you listened to Haruchiyo ramble away on how his son would probably be a menace if he had too much sugar.

MONTH 8: WEEK 30

Hi sweet peanut,

You’re definitely not as small as a peanut now, that’s for sure. You’ve grown so much that it is making me a bit emotional. I often hear mothers saying that children grow so fast that if you don’t look hard enough, you’ll never notice it. I’m a bit terrified that I might do something wrong, specifically in raising you. Reading books and watching videos on motherhood sometimes call me down, but experience always varies.

I don’t know about your papa and his fears. All I do know is that he might be sharing the same thoughts as I am. We both have never tried raising a kid before and taking care of someone else’s is a different thing. I just hope the two of us manage to pull it off and be the best parents we can be for you.

I love you so, so much.

Haruchiyo sighed. This was the fifth time this week that you couldn’t stop fussing around. He knew it was because the due date is dawning nearer and nearer as the weeks go by, but he was worried you might burn a hole on the carpet with your pacing. Ever since you started experiencing Braxton Hicks, you couldn’t help but grow anxious. No matter how many times he had consoled you, that these were normal as the doctor said, you can’t help but feel scared. Scared that something will go wrong.

“Baby, please sit down. It’ll be much better for you to just relax, yeah?” he said, reaching up to stop you in your tracks before pulling you down to sit next to him. Thankfully, you complied but the concern for your son was still swirling in your mind. “Hey, look at me, babe. Babe.”

“Y-yeah?” you mumbled, meeting his eyes immediately. The television playing in the background white noise in your march of apprehension that lasted much longer than the previous ones. Your gaze was then blocked by a shock of pink, your husband hugging you. “Haru, what—”

“I hate seeing you like this. Makes me feel fucking weak, to be honest.” Haruchiyo whispered, his hand running soothing circles on your back while the other was on your huge belly. Just as you were about to ask him why when he beat you to it. “I don’t know how to make you feel better. I’m not the pregnant one here, yet I understand why you’re so worried. Still, we should have fate on little peanut, yeah? And you should listen to your doctor. You should be relaxing—no, you should be resting a lot. I’ll do everything now, okay? I’m sure Mikey won’t mind me being absent. Let me do this, okay? Let me take care of you and tell me about your problems. I won’t laugh at you.”

“Haru…” As if his words were some spell, you relaxed into his chest. Eyes shut, you took in deep breaths before nodding. “Alright, yeah… I’m sorry for worrying you. Didn’t mean to make you feel this way…”

“Don’t apologize, baby. We did promise to do this together.”

MONTH 9: WEEK 39

My peanut,

This is your papa. You will probably notice due to the change of font. Your mama wanted me to write something here. I don’t know why but writing something in this journal seems… weird. Don’t get your papa wrong, but I’m used to reading the entries than writing on them. My curiosity gets the better of me so don’t tell your mama I’ve read most of what she wrote her. Ugh, it’s probably pointless ‘cause I’m sure she’ll see this. Anyway, it has been a long journey of keeping you and your mama safe. I won’t trade those days, good or bad, for anything. Your uncle and cousins are looking forward to seeing you, too. Don’t let them intimidate you.

Very excited to see you, little man. Come out soon, but not too soon, okay? Be kind to your mama.

Takeomi left the room, giving you and Haruchiyo privacy after saying hello to your bouncing baby boy now sleeping soundly in his father’s arms. The solemnity of the space lifted the moment Haruchiyo entered the room, sweat evident in his temples at the long hours he waited outside during your delivery. Hearing your muffled screams brought him on edge, wondering what was happening behind closed doors and whether peanut was alright. When the wait was over, he immediately rushed to where you and his son were. Takeomi followed behind with a small smile. It was a miracle his younger brother agreed to see the new addition to the family, although he was suspecting it was because of you.

“He’s so tiny,” your husband whispered, gently rocking the baby. “Look at his cute fucking nose and those cheeks—we should make more babies. I wanna give peanut a sister.” Ignoring the way you let out a sigh and mutter that giving birth wasn’t easy, Haruchiyo continued to coo at the baby. The smile on his face matched yours, happier than the first day you discovered you were having his baby. The teddy bear Takeomi bought as a gift sat on top of the hospital’s bedside cabinet, mirroring the unexplainable joy on both of your faces.

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[shangchiswife]

joel miller- sweet nothing

summary: you can joel take a trip down memory lane

joel miller x fem!reader

warnings: making out

word count: 1421

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You remembered the first time you met Joel.

You had been trudging through the snow with half-lidded eyes as the cold nipped your barely covered skin.

You wore a gray fleece jacket with a black t-shirt underneath and jeans. Your outfit was unable to combat the cruel Wyoming winter.

You shivered as you walked praying that someone, anyone would be around to help you.

You had traveled far to be in Wyoming, hearing about a small town called Jackson that functioned the way things were before the outbreak.

The sun was beginning to set and you shivered from the sudden loss of minimal warmth.

Suddenly you heard the sound of boots crunching in the snow along with trotting.

You looked up and realized you were suddenly surrounded by a show of people adorned with oversized coats and many horses.

They had their weapons aimed at you.

“I’m not infected I promise!” you shouted with the little effort you had in your body.

The people all stared at each other quizzically before one of the riders stepped off his horse.

His face was covered with a tan-colored bandana and his head was shielded by a large cowboy hat.

He whistled and a large German Shepherd appeared at his side.

“This dog can sense whether or not you’ve been infected. If you’re not then you’re all good, but if you are she’ll rip you to shreds,” the man had a Texas accent that slipped into his words.

“So reassuring,” you rolled your eyes with the little strength you had left as the dog ran beside you, sniffing all over.

The man snorted at your sarcasm.

Once the dog was done with its examination it wagged its tail offering you a sweet smile before it moved back beside the man.

“Looks like you’re good,” the man said.

At that moment you felt your eyes droop as you fell face-first into the snow.

The last thing you heard before you slipped into exhaustion was “yikes.” 

You smiled at the memory as you cut an assortment of vegetables on your cutting board for a pasta dish.

You hadn’t know that that cowboy who had told you that there was a possibility of getting ripped to shreds would become your husband and was now about to be the father of your child.

You hummed to yourself as you turned around to face the stove and placed the cut vegetables into a searing pan with sauce and chicken.

At that moment the door to your house opened and your husband entered, a large coat adorning his figure as well as a small beanie on his head.

“Hey Joel,” you grinned at him as he stripped his multiple layers.

“Hey honey, it is freezin’ out there,” he said, taking off his beanie that was dusted with specks of snow.

“Oh I’ll bet if you’re taking off that many layers,” you said as you coated the contents of the pan with the sauce.

Joel let out a hearty chuckle as he walked over to you and kissed your forehead.

“How are you sweet pea?” he questioned.

“Are you talking to me or the baby?” you arched your eyebrows.

“Both of ‘ya,” he said as he crouched down and pressed a kiss to your swollen belly.

“You treating mama well?” Joel asked stroking your clothed belly softly as you watched fondly.

“This baby has been kicking all day since you left. Probably just missed her papa,” you sighed as a genuine smile stretched across your husband’s face.

He stood up as you returned to your cooking, now placing the contents of the pan into a large pot full of cooked pasta.

“Smells delicious,” Joel got up and rested his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your stomach as you mixed the pasta and the sauce.

“Thank you, baby, I just finished if you want some,” you said as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

“I think I’ll wait till Ellie comes. Speaking of where is that girl?” he asked, his eyes flickering around the house for any sign of her.

“She’s out with Dina on a little date,” you smiled as you shut the heat to the stove.

“Oh is she? That means I have you all to myself then,” Joel smirked mischieviously as he rubbed your body sensually and kissed your neck.

“Joel!” you giggled as he picked you up over the counter, sucking the sweet spot on your neck.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he said before lifting up your chin and pressing his lips to yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he slipped his tongue in between your lips.

You moaned at the feeling of your tongues battling for dominance as his hands wandered around your body.

Joel then removed his lips from yours and carried you over to the sofa, laying you delicately against the cushions.

Before Joel could climb on top of you, you pushed him down on the opposite end of the sofa.

“Joel, Ellie should be coming back any time now,” as he slid beside you placing a hand over his heart with an expression that feigned hurt.

“Oh shut up,” you smacked his hand watching him grin wolfishly as you rested your head over his chest and nuzzled into him, inhaling his manly scent.

It was silent for a couple of moments with the both of you enjoying each others warmth along with the warmth that came from the little fireplace in front of you.

“Joel?” you asked lifting your head up.

He angled his jaw downward so that his brown eyes could glance at you.

“When was the first time you knew you were in love with me,” you asked, your eyes staring adoringly at him making him chuckle.

“Do you remember karaoke night two years ago?” 

You laughed bashfully as you put your face even closer to his chest.

“Yeah, I remember,”

That night had been a blur. You were celebrating a year being in Jackson and the town had put on a karaoke party for you.

You had bought yourself a new dress from the boutique and was so excited to wear it.

You remember twirling the night away to the live music at the local bar, a glass of wine in one of your hands.

What you never noticed was Joel Miller perched on the counter, eying you from afar with a crooked smile on his face.

From the moment you two had met when you had landed face-first in the snow, you had become quick friends.

But Joel couldn’t help the way he caught feelings for you.

The way you smiled and waved at him whenever you saw him, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you took in what he was saying, and the way you took care of Ellie.

You were just so fucking perfect.

He watched with a dazy smile on his face as you spun around and took a swig of the drink in your hand every so often.

He didn’t notice the way his brother sidled up next to him.

“You’ve been watching Y/N for a while, it’s getting a little creepy,” Tommy chuckled as he clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Joel’s eyes snapped away from your figure and turned to his brother.

“Is it that obvious?” Joel stroked his beard.

“To everyone in town yeah but I don’t think she knows yet,” Tommy said, chuckling as his older brother exhaled.

“Maria thinks you should tell her…so do I…and even Ellie,” 

“Ellie knows too?” Joel’s eyes widened as Tommy laughed again.

“Joel, I told you everyone knows. Everyone loves her and everyone would be very happy to see you both tie the knot,” Tommy said before Maria walked over to the pair. 

“Mind if I steal him?” the woman asked Joel who shrugged his shoulders.

“He’s all yours, ma’am,” he said as Maria took her husband’s hand in hers.

“Let’s dance, cowboy,” she winked as Tommy grinned at his wife.

Joel’s eyes returned to your figure as you continued to dance drunkenly, sending a smile to his face.

He was down bad.

The day after that he had asked you out and the rest was history.

You pressed your lips against Joel’s as he shut his eyes.

“I love you so much,” you blurted out as he brought his hands to your face.

He gave a long kiss to your forehead and rubbed your belly affectionately.

“I love you so much more baby,” 

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[profanepurity]

Praeteritum Asks! Desperately want to know more about Elizabeth , her hobbies and if she was born in the church, how she met Primo, how they started dating, etc. I just love them, OTP right there.

I'm sorry this took a while, but I can't even begin to express how excited this ask made me! I went a bit overboard so bare with me there is A LOT under the cut. There's some super messy sketches to go along with it all too lol 👻

Thank you so much for the ask, I hope you enjoy 🖤

Elizabeth and Primo have known each other for a very long time. She was born in the church with her family having a significant amount of influence among the higher clergymen. Her father had been a cardinal for a time even back when Nihil was Papa. Primo's eyes locked onto Eliza ever since he first saw her during the first ritual he led as a bishop, and he could never look away again. Primo married her when he became a cardinal, but it wasn't until he was close to becoming Papa himself did he and Eliza start to have dreams. Lilith would regularly come to Eliza, claiming her a her as one of her spiritual daughters that was destined to take the position of Prime Mover, which hadn't been present in the church since Nihil was a boy. Primo and Eliza will regularly perform the divine ritual of conceiving the antichrist, yet despite being married for many, many decades, he is still stunned every time he sees her walk to him. Since Primo is often used as some what of an oracle for the Pseudomonarchia, this little human behavior can be a bit annoying, which of course they voice to their poor chosen vessel in his head... all at once. Thankfully Lilith is dominantly present during every conception ritual.

Their relationship is one you can really only achieve after knowing someone for a very long time. Despite leading very involved lives in the church, even after Primo steps down as Papa, they naturally gravitate back towards each other at some point during the day.

Primo can get fairly cynical and dark at times, bordering on resentful, and that's not only because he's had to do some shit to please Satanas- thanks Imperator. Eliza never fails to reel her husband back in and calm him, just as Primo can put a smile on Eliza's face without necessarily even trying. This isn't to say Eliza doesn't have a darkness to her as well, she's just a bit more subtle about it. An enraged Papa Emeritus I is not a dark entity that the church or any unwanted individuals that have wandered onto the unblessed grounds wants to witness again- they have had the fortune of not yet witnessing it from Prime Mover Elizabeth. However, Eliza and Primo at their cores are good and love their family and the siblings of sin very much. And with that, let's get into Eliza's duties and her relationships! ^^

Of course, other than helping her Papa in their garden, the Prime Mover is very involved with the children in the church. She is a wise and patient maternal figure that has an extensive amount of knowledge on herbal medicines, the dark arts, and other teachings that she gently exposes the children to. Never would she force these practices upon them, but rather guide them and allow their paths that Lucifer has already paved for them to direct them towards a certain interest or specialty. While Eliza does have the help of her ghoulettes Cirrus and Cumulus, which Primo summoned to help his wife during her first year as Prime Mover, her new assistant, Sister Natalia, helps her with the younger children very often. Natalia is young and has only recently taken her final vows to be an official sister of sin, as she'd previously been connected to a Catholic order... but she is never the less an eager, fast learner that Eliza sees a great deal of promise in. Her close relationship with a certain Cardinal and his ghouls gave the Prime Mover the idea of introducing the children early on to the ghouls, so as to reduce intimidation and see them as helpers and protectors rather than beings to fear. Sodo and Mountain were used during this little trial meeting, and it went better than you would expect. (Mountain put a flower on his head to try and make his nearly 8 feet tall ghoul ass look less scary).

Perhaps her favorite duty, which she sees as more of a privilege, is being a mentor to her niece, Bellamy. Despite the situation being a bit complicated and accidental, Sister Diana and Papa Secondo's daughter is adored within the church. Little Bellamy is very curious and bright, with a bit of her father's sharp tongue and her mother's serenity in the face of the hellish things that surround her. (I'll do one of these for Diana and Bellamy if you guys want!)

As I mentioned, Eliza met Primo when he was a Bishop, so by extension she has known his brothers since they were quite young. Her interactions range from teasing to mothering, but never in an overbearing way. One of the reasons Primo fell so hard for her was because of her care towards his younger brothers and little Cardi, who Terzo would often be dragging along with him to get into trouble when they were children. The Prime Mover is also very close to Sister Diana, as she will often gentle pester Papa Secondo to marry Diana already, but she's been unsuccessful so far.

The cardinals worry her, but for different reasons. Terzo seems to run straight forward into the fires of Hell with reckless abandon, while Copia drowns himself in his work far too much for her taste. Satanas help her when Papa decides to lead a ritual with BOTH of his cardinals involved.

Her least favorite relationships are with Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil. They don't always see eye to eye, but Imperator and her work well enough together to make important decisions within the ministry. They get along, as long as Imperator doesn't start making vague threats towards her boys.

Papa Nihil on the the other hand, she respects, but she finds herself praying more often than not for patience while holding the sacrificial bowl containing his offering. It doesn't matter what the ritual or sacrifice demands of this man, Nihil takes this as an chance to vent to Eliza, literally and metaphorically bleeding himself out. Thankfully Nihil has a level of appreciation for Eliza. Her father had been one of his cardinals after all. Unfortunately he doesn't have the same appreciation for his own sons, but does seem to be somewhat interested in Bellamy's upbringing.

Also, I know there's a lot going on in that last sketch, so to summarize: Nihil thinks Secondo is getting too distracted with Sister Diana and Bellamy, but can't complain too much since he continued the blood line. He thinks Primo had more to give and doesn't under stand his decision to step down, and REALLY doesn't understand why Eliza and him haven't had a child of their own yet. Terzo is the golden child but his rebellion is starting to get on Nihil's nerves. He's too stubborn to admit that Terzo and Copia posing as priests in a Catholic Church during a mass that was live broadcasted that one time was a pretty damn funny-(That rumor that Nihil mentioned about Terzo and an ex- Catholic nun is pretty shocking, I wonder if it's true...) And of course, Copia just existing irritates him.

For various reasons, Eliza has yet to become a mother, and while she is satisfied with her life as it is, that is one of the few things that actually distress her greatly. She feels as though she is not fulfilling her duty, and more so, she deeply desires a child of her own. She may not show it outwardly, but the rest of the family can tell the topic upsets her sometimes. So when Imperator or Nihil bring it up, arguments are bound to start in her defense.

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New Romantics - Final Chapter - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Trapped in a loveless relationship that has cost her friendships, Wanda watches her senior year of school turn upside down after a party. She will make new friends and may end up learning that not every relationship is doomed to failure.

Warnings: (+16), straight and toxic relationships, making out, underage drinking, language, co-dependency, conversations about insecurity and self-worth, attempted romantic comedy, unrequited love at first, friends to lovers. | Words: 6.977k

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Chapter Six - The Last Romantics

Novi Grad, Thursday 04:20 pm

You hug Wanda as she leaves the schoolyard, and despite being quite self-conscious, you do it anyway. It helps to lessen the embarrassment of the teasing and curious audience of your friends because Wanda hugs you back with the same intensity.

Natasha makes a sarcastic comment about your presence on the school campus that makes everyone laugh, but you can barely catch it because Wanda is brushing her fingers against yours as she breaks the embrace, as if considering holding your hand before losing her nerve. You wish with all your heart that she would have done it.

"Maximoff, great news about the party by the way." Yelena comments before everyone can say goodbye in the direction of their homes. "My lovely girlfriend is willing to be the host." 

The group celebrates, and Wanda absentmindedly thanks them, much busier noticing your presence next to her. Somehow, you become comfortable enough to stay close to her, arm to arm that allows Wanda to feel your warmth. It feels nice, she reckons, before feeling very silly and almost pathetic about something so minor and probably insignificant to you.

When the group says goodbye and Pietro is talkative, he ends up between the two of you, guiding the way to the car. It's awkward at first, not just because of him, but because Wanda kind of hoped to have more time to talk to you alone before realizing that she would probably make a fool of herself if she tried, realizing how nervous your presence affects her.

Luckily, Pietro still knows his sister like no one else and has an easy time making her comfortable. Whether he did it on purpose or by accident, engaging in a conversation where he basically got you and Wanda to start sharing common tastes, he says nothing. He busies himself with driving home while you and Wanda laugh in the back seat at the countless similarities and differences between your opinions on art, music, or cinema.

It has been a long time since Erik has heard his daughter come into the house laughing like that. It's really refreshing. He looks up from the TV and sees Pietro opening the door for the two other people and raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Good afternoon, papa." It is the boy who greets first, still testing the waters with his father since the last dinner. Luckily, Erik is curious enough to focus on the latest discussion, and stands up, wiping the bread crumbs from his afternoon snack to greet his twin's friend in the living room.

"Good afternoon, children."

You smile awkwardly once meeting his curious eyes, standing just one step behind Wanda, who speaks first.

"Dad, you remember Y/N, right? From school." And it is something in Wanda's look, anxious and expectant, that makes him understand immediately that you are not just a friend. Erik nods and smiles in understanding, making Wanda blush. 

Erik tries to disguise it, and holds out his hand for you to shake briefly. "It's a pleasure to see you again, finally for that dinner right, Miss?"

The atmosphere becomes pleasantly friendly after that. It is Pietro who offers to cook because he knows Erik would do it and it is a good opportunity to talk to his father alone. You don't see him exchanging a wink of encouragement with Wanda because you are taking off your coat to hang it up.

"Come see my room while they cook." It is her suggestion and you nod timidly, following her around.

Wanda's house is very nice and cozy, and you comment something like that, receiving a meek gratitude in return. Wanda doesn't know why she feels so anxious, but then, she thinks she knows exactly why.

The same second you step into rock posters and feminist and communist shine letters and black and white pillows and a dozen other pop references scattered around the room, you chuckle.

"Damn, it's so you here." You comment with a hidden excitement, your hands leaving your pockets to trace CDs and photographs. "I love it, Wands."

The brunette just stands near the door, biting her lip as she watches you wander your eyes - and fingers - curiously through her things. Her heart racing in her chest that she tries to calm down. 

It's only you, she keeps telling herself. Over and over again.

"And who is this?" You ask suddenly, ducking down to the little creature that woke up when you stepped close enough. 

Wanda smiles, closing the door as she approaches you before deciding to sit on the bed. "This is Chaos. Say hello to Y/N, you lazy cat." The creature meows in the same instant, making you chuckle as it reaches out a hand to stroke him, causing the cat to purr and turn over on the bed orange like its fur. 

"He's so adorable, Wands." You comment. "Why Chaos, though?"

She smiles nostalgically. "He used to be very playful when he was a kitten." She explains. "He caused chaos, hence the name..."

You chuckle small in understanding, sliding your fingers between the cat's ears. "He's a good cat now, aren't you Chaos? Cutie kitten." 

The playfulness makes Wanda notice your fingers, however, and because you know her well enough, you catch her looking. You clear your throat gently and hide the bandaged hand in your pocket before turning back to look at Wanda's study table.

A few random papers catch your eye - and as the brunette builds up the courage to ask about the fight, you read on, and end up speaking before she does.

"I didn't know Vision was a Skam fan."

The sudden mention of her ex-boyfriend makes Wanda frown in confusion. You turn your face to her the same minute she asks, "What?" You chuckle, also holding up the paper you were reading. It takes Wanda a moment to recognize it. "Oh, this is an old politics homework of his. He gave it to me so I could get some inspiration for a history paper, I think..."

You let out a laugh through your nose, shaking your head. "Except it's not his speech." You say vaguely. "It's from a Norwegian show, Wands. The whole thing."

Wanda takes a few seconds to realize it and only ends up chuckling shortly before standing up and approaching you to take the paper. "I'm not surprised that he received a lack of authenticity from the admissions reviewers." She comments, looking at the paper before crumpling it. With a sigh, she tosses it into the nearest can before looking at you again. "Not that I care. ‘Cause he and I, well we've been over for a while. I just needed to make it official."

You nod, swallowing dryly at the proximity between you now. Wanda, though she shares your shyness, delights in the redness in your cheeks, which seems to increase if she looks at you for more than two seconds.

You try to clear your throat to calm your nervousness, mumbling something about the last topic, but Wanda barely catches it - She's busy sliding her hand to your wrist, inside your pocket to pull your hand out. You gasp softly, but let her.

"Let me see how it is." She whispers, and you bite the inside of your cheek, looking away as she holds your hand, tracing the skin with the other. 

The bruise is quite fresh and sore, but it is covered by bandages made in the nurse's office. Still, Wanda can trace over them, aware of how you are trembling.

She sighs and searches your gaze. "You didn't have to do that, you know? Get in trouble because of me." She scolds you in a way, but you only deny it stubbornly, looking at her as well.

"There's no way I'll let you blame yourself for that." You retort. "I got in trouble because the board is more concerned with securing funding from rich families than ensuring a safe environment for students. Vision is nearly a sociopath, and knocking out some of his teeth was a pleasure."

Wanda chuckles softly, but only for a moment. She knows that she is still holding your hand and that you have just gotten closer to her, intentionally or not, she would like to know.

"You were totally defending my honor though." She takes courage to tease, looking and smiling at you in a way that makes her as nervous as you are. "Very charming."

You chuckle shyly, looking down. "Stop flirting with me, Wands, I might..." You fall silent, affected, and Wanda feels her heart leaping in her chest.

"You might?" She insists expectantly, and she thinks you won't have the courage by the way you look away, and let go of her hand. But suddenly, you just take courage and step forward, bringing your lips together in the blink of an eye.

Wanda's face burns, and in surprise, she gasps affected against your lips, hot and needy on hers. Everything from grabbing your shirt for some support as she kisses you back to breaking apart with a breathless sigh must last less than five seconds.

You rest your forehead on hers, one hand on her cheek, as your uncompensated breaths mingle.

"Sorry, I should have asked." You murmur in a hoarse, affected whisper toward her. "I just couldn't help myself. You've been driving me crazy, Wands. I can't stop thinking about you, it's like a broken record in my head with your name on it."

Her heart pounds in her chest and Wanda is sure you can hear it too. When she speaks, it is in the same affected tone as yours. "Yeah, that's pretty mutual." She confesses with a breathless smile. "I've been thinking about kissing you since the auditorium." She whispers, closing her eyes. "Maybe even before, in the cafeteria when you said I was..." But Wanda falls silent, embarrassed, and that makes you chuckle lightly and pull away, looking at her with sparkling eyes.

"I called you my muse, didn't I?" you tease, enjoying the way her face blushes before she hides it in your collarbone with a shy grunt. You chuckle. "It was kind of cheesy don't you think, I feel silly."

Wanda frowns, almost indignant. "It wasn't! I thought it was lovely!" She assures you while playing with the collar of your shirt with both hands. Then there is a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe a little precipitated, but definitely adorable..." She teases, and you extend your tongue to her before you share soft laughter.

She doesn't know when the soft atmosphere changes to palpable sexual tension again, but it happens in a second. Your mouth is back on hers with force, and she kisses you with the eagerness she has been holding onto for so long. You slide your tongue across her lower lip until she allows you to slide yours together, and the sensation makes her head spin and she forgets about the rest of the Maximoff family in the next room.

It is Wanda who grinds herself into you, pulling you as close as she can as if she wants your bodies to merge and successfully cause you to lose your mind for a moment. You pin her against the study table, hip to hip, skin burning like hers as you lower your hot, desperate kisses to the neck of the tightly closed-eyed girl who gasps at every movement of your mouth on the sensitive skin of her neck.

It's a tragedy to be interrupted, but it's good luck that it was only by someone knocking over a pan in the kitchen than a moment of embarrassment with one of Wanda's relatives opening the door.

The noise wakes you both up at once, and Wanda has to laugh at the way you freeze on top of her as if expecting Erik to be at the bedroom door ready to put you in jail.

With the sound of her laughter, you giggle softly too, trying to calm yourself on her neck.

"Fuck, sorry, I wasn't thinking." You excuse yourself courteously, pulling away to look at Wanda and her dark eyes and puffy lips, and have a great urge to start another session of hot making out with her at the same instant. 

"Stop apologizing for doing something I was dying to do." Wanda replies in a husky voice, her hands adjusting the crumples in your clothes, "We just have to remember to lock the door next time."

You bite your lip, looking at the most beautiful girl in the world right in front of you, trying to wipe the smeared lipstick off your faces. "Next time?"

Wanda almost gets confused, but realizes your taunting her and eventually decides to return the same coin. She licks her lips, drawing your attention back to her mouth before smiling.

"Yeah, and I hope your fingers are healed by then, so you may use them." She retorts without hesitation, so abruptly that it takes a moment for you to understand what she means. When you do, you melt - Grunting affectedly at the mental image and squeezing Wanda against the table by the waist, gasping into her mouth as you kiss her again.

Before either of you can surrender to the sensation, little Chaos is brushing between your ankles, bringing you back to reality just in time for Pietro to appear at the bedroom door. Luckily, he knocks first and gives you and Wanda enough time to work on your appearances before he comes in to say that dinner is almost ready and that Erik warned about keeping the door open. 

Novi Grad, Thursday 07:45 pm

"Thank you for doing that." You say as soon as you are outside the house, after the most lovely dinner with Wanda's family. She has just closed the door and looks at you curiously. "That was nice of you." You add.

You're talking about Wanda sharing with her father the whole story of the fight, and how upon hearing your side, Erik agreed that the punishment was unfair and that no consequences had been taken for the bullying situations for which his daughter had faced in recent months. The conversation would still go on for the Maximoffs as Wanda kept the whole thing a secret from her father but you felt it was time to go back home, to give them as much privacy as possible. Erik also assured you that he would be calling the principal and for that, you were thanking Wanda again.

She didn't hesitate to approach you. "That's the least I could do for my knight in shining armor, don't you think?" She jokes, and when you laugh shyly she takes the opportunity to hold your waist, preventing you from pulling away. "Hey, no need to thank me. Seriously, it was no problem at all. You have my back, and I have yours."

There's a sudden insecurity in your chest, and you let it take over your mind in that instant, and so the words that come out are, "That's what friends are for, I guess."

You regret them of course. It even sounds ridiculous from the way Wanda is holding you, but you think you are lucky that she knows you well enough and understands what the situation has been like for you. Your confession is weeks old, and she still hasn't said anything that would really make her feelings official and more important, reciprocal.

But still, she hesitates and swallows dryly at letting you go, and you feel as awkward as she does. "C-come on, I'll take you home."

But you only manage to walk to the elevator in silence. "Maybe I should take the subway." You suggest, and Wanda glances at you before turning away to the door.

"Is that what you want?"

You swallow dryly. "I just want you, Wanda." You confess then, and she looks at you the same second the elevator doors open. At the lack of response, you sigh and step inside, offering a sad smile as you meet her gaze again. "See you around."

You press the ground floor instead of the garage, and she only has half a second to react and manage to stop the door from closing with her hand. You look at her with confusion, but Wanda walks in and grabs your face with both hands, kissing you so hard it makes you stumble backward.

There is no way to correspond properly, because she releases you at the same speed she grabbed you, gasping before clarifying:

"If I didn't make it clear before, I will now." She begins in an affected voice. "I am completely in love with you. And I can hardly believe that you tried to be just my friend because when I think of not having you, not kissing you, I think I might die. So, no, Y/N, I don't want to be just your friend. It has to be more than that."

You nod with an affected gasp. "Yeah, I'd love that. Whatever you want me to be, Wands, I just want to be in your life."

She smiles, narrowing the distance between your faces considerably. "Good." That's the last thing she whispers before she breaks the distance, kissing you with intent. Your hands squeeze her waist and gently ride up her dress on her thighs by the movement before the elevator door closes.

Novi Grad, Friday 09:21 am

Wanda had a stupidly silly smile on her face all morning, barely able to concentrate on any class because you kept invading her thoughts at every moment.

Of course, Pietro tormented her the whole time about this along with her friends as soon as they heard that you had been to her house for dinner, and she didn't miss the opportunity to flee to the outside yards in an attempt to escape the teasing, and as a bonus, to have the opportunity to check the messages you had sent while she was trying to pay attention in Biology class.

But to her momentary disappointment, the last message had been viewed just before she came in for her first class, and you had not sent any more. Her cell phone vibrated however, Natasha and Pietro wanting to know what she had gotten herself into, and Wanda, figuring it was just another attempt to mock her and her lack of ability to hide her in love state, ignored them during the break for the entire time, until she had to return to class.

She was eventually surprised in the north hallway ahead of the chem lab when she was checking her cell phone prior to entering the room.

"Wanda!" Called a voice she knew well. The brunette turned around just as Jean Grey, surprisingly friendly, reached her. She was so astonished that she put her cell phone away in a very clumsy manner, smiling awkwardly at her former friend. 

"Hey, Jean."

The redhead forced a half-embarrassed smile, and Wanda knew immediately that she knew what Eve and she talked about. Adjusting a strand of hair, the redhead sighed as if to take courage and declared:

"Look, Eve told me you too talked." She began, "And it doesn't have to be weird, okay? I'm terrible at apologizing, clearly, but after everything that happened, I realized that I was wrong in this story too. I was very cruel to you, not for what you did, but for the way I felt, and you had no power over that. So there you go, I'm sorry. Can we put that behind us?"

Wanda nodded after her moment of absorbing the whole thing, shifting the weight of her feet as she looked at the redhead.

“Yeah, sure…”

But Jean cut her off, kind of excited or desperate, like if she didn't say it all at once, she would lose her nerve: "And look, not that this is the reason I'm apologizing, because it's not, I really feel bad about the whole thing, but if it's no bother, tell your girlfriend that we're cool with each other again and she doesn't have to cancel the mural. I was really counting on it and I can't get another artist on time-"

Wanda shook her head, confused, "I'm sorry, what are you talking about?"

The school bell rang, and Jean sighed hesitantly, leading the way to the classroom with a nod. "Y/N didn't tell you about the mural she's going to make for me? For the mid-year party. She agreed to do for half the box office to her group, so we spend all the money on the other stuff and the Principal won't let us pay another artist with our own money, something about school responsibility or whatever." Jean explains on the way, not realizing she is about to sit next to Wanda as she always did, years before. "And well, Y/N is quite talented. But I guess after the suspension things changed. She texted me, saying that with the whole thing between you two she didn't feel comfortable having someone that treats the girl she likes badly so we ended up talking more and she was understanding how I felt but also didn't want to let things get awkward between you two..."

"Jean, it's okay." Wanda cuts in with a half-confused laugh, sitting down next to the redhead on one of the chemistry stools. "I'm going to go talk to Y/N. Tell her we worked it out, and don't worry about the mural. Maybe I'll even help her finish it."

Jean's eyes sparkle fondly. "Oh, I didn't know you were back to painting."

Wanda shrugs, a soft warmth on her cheeks.

"Yeah, kind of." She murmurs shyly. "Since I met her, actually."

The redhead smiles, taking her notebooks out of her backpack. "That's adorable, Maximoff." She teases softly, causing Wanda to smile.

They fall into a comfortable silence as the room fills with students, and neither says anything about being chemistry partners again.

Novi Grad, Friday 11:54 am

You are chuckling at a joke Pietro told you when Wanda spots you. She has to divert her attention from Jean Grey, who hasn't left her side since chemistry class, falling back on her friendship as if no time had passed even if she was in fact, updating Wanda on everything she missed while they were bickering. The brunette pushed all excitement of having her friend back at once away, suddenly worried about your presence at school during your suspension.

As soon as she realized she wasn't being heard, Jean followed Wanda's gaze to the outside yards and let out a soft chuckle.

"Talk to you later, okay? Maybe at Bishop's party." Said the redhead, squeezing Wanda's arm gently in farewell and the brunette nodded before hurrying her step towards you, almost outside the school. 

You stopped giggling softly, meeting Wanda's gaze halfway and waving to her as quickly as your cheeks flushed at the glimpse of the memories of the night before, still so fresh in your mind. Wanda smiled, something in your posture reassuring her first impressions of your presence, and once she was close enough, she didn't have to think about what to say, because her twin did it first.

"You finally showed up, sestra! We've been trying to talk to you all morning." Pietro commented, but Wanda was more busy entwining an arm around your waist - Making you feel grateful for the school wall you were sitting on by the way your body shuddered. 

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked softly, ignoring her brother or her friends' teasing giggles, the hand that wasn't on your waist playing with the buttons of your social shirt. Green irises looked at you in expectation, and you felt like breaking the distance between your faces, deciding only to push your tongue to the roof of your mouth in a thoughtful expression, that actually served to calm your heartbeat. 

"I have some good news and some bad news." You stated then, and Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Which would you like to hear first?"

"The bad one, of course." She retorts without hesitation. Yelena makes some comments about the two of you being nauseatingly adorable, but neither of you pays her any attention. The group goes back to talking to each other, and it's as if you and Wanda are in a private bubble. Your arm adjusts over her shoulder, narrowing the space between you, and it's perfect.

"Now that we're happening, I'd like to spend all the time with you but that's going to be practically impossible." You informed and Wanda felt her stomach drop immediately. She then assumed why you were here - to say goodbye and that you had been deported. Seeing her expression, you chuckled softly, using your free hand to press against her frowning forehead. "May I say the good news, now?"

"Yes, please." Wanda asked almost in tears.

"Your father actually called the school and convinced the principal to withdraw my suspension." You counter, ignoring Wanda's relieved sigh to continue speaking with a smile playing on your lips. "I just left Fury's office. He signed me up for community service for the next four weeks, and while it's better than losing my visa, I was hoping to take you out for a date."

Wanda giggles half tearfully, but now they are tears of happiness. "So you're not leaving?"

You shake your head, and only have time to smile before Wanda advances against you, kissing you on the mouth with intensity. 

Your friends make a chorus of celebration, but you can barely hear them, everything other than Wanda and her soft lips being of little importance. 

Novi Grad, Sunday 8:40 pm

The walls of the Bishop Mansion vibrated with the sound of the loud music all around, full of teenagers dancing to the same rhythm. Wanda made her way through the crowd, one hand holding a half-empty glass, the other her cell phone.

She reread your message when she found a less crowded hallway "I'm coming" sent almost forty minutes ago. You were late and Wanda hated it because two boys had already flirted with her and she only wished she could have told her friends she couldn't make it and stayed home with you under the covers, watching a movie or maybe doing something else.

Distracted by the chat, now full of messages since you two had become a thing, Wanda smiled at the last picture she had sent you - the painting you had given her on Saturday that had her face on it, now occupied a place on her nightstand. 

The door to the house opened again, and among the small group that entered, you, Romanoff, and Belova arrived with cases of beer, and Wanda stepped away from the wall almost in the same second, making her way to you.

"Jesus, it's like we are invisible," Natasha commented wryly as Wanda walked past her to greet you with a kiss on the lips that left you with a silly expression on your face and caused a laugh from Yelena who left asking where her girlfriend was around the party.

Wanda is aware that she didn't leave your side after that, hand in hand between kisses and stolen glances, while you two joined your friends, drinking and laughing together all night long.

After so many hours at the party, you were both getting too drunk, and consequently too needy. And drunken making out in the back of Pietro's car was not the original plan but was very welcome.

When Wanda struggled with her own blouse between one breathless kiss and the next, you both fell into giggles, the mood changing from hot tension to sweet affection. Wanda didn't get off you, thighs on either side of your hips, but stopped kissing you, trying to calm her breathing and not blush so much over your, albeit drunk, very passionate gaze.

"Let's go back to the party, Wands." You asked in a husky voice, your fingers caressing the warm skin of her waist under her blouse. 

With alcohol affecting her judgment, Wanda sighed as she leaned in, soft kisses against your jaw. "You don't want this?" She returned with a gentle thrust against your hips, the friction almost making you quit resisting. But you both tasted of alcohol, and you didn't want the first time between you to be that way, just as you knew Wanda wouldn't either if she were sober enough to say so.

"Not today." You manage to respond affected with soft kisses on your neck. Wanda hesitated immediately, pulling away to search your eyes and you offered a reassuring smile. "We won't have drunken sex in your brother's car on our first night, Wands. I would like… to make love to you."

"Oh." She murmured shyly, feeling her body warm with the attention and affection. You smiled, half embarrassed, wrapping your arms around her.

"Is that too cheesy?" You ask in a mixture of embarrassment and insecurity. Wanda denies it immediately, straightening up to look at you again.

She thought about how sex had been so far for her - Always rushed, never really caring about her needs. 

Swallowing dryly, she told you in a low voice: "No one ever cared about me like that." 

You didn't judge her for her partner choices, offering her a soft smile as you rubbed your noses together. "Well, I do. I'm quite in love with you, actually, have you heard?" You huskily joke, getting a giggle out of her. But despite the lightness of the moment, you are firm in adding. "And of course, that doesn't mean we have to do anything. Only if you want to, when you want to. And sober, please."

Wanda bit back a chuckle, stealing another long kiss before putting distance between your faces again.

"I bet it'll happen in your studio." She teases and you grunt softly, imagining for a moment Wanda lying on a blank slate, with only ink covering her skin. 

You close your eyes. "Hmm, you promise?" You retort playfully, even though the image is vivid in your mind. She giggles hoarsely, murmuring in agreement before kissing you sensually, bringing a new shiver to your body.

The garage has a loud sound of music coming from the rest of the house again as someone opens the door, and you and Wanda only have time to break the kiss before a male voice shouts from outside:

"YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY CAR, WANDA!" Pietro's exclamation caused you and Wanda to burst into laughter, jumping away from each other and fleeing out the opposite door of his car.

Novi Grad, Thursday, 7:32 pm

In the room dimly lit by the lamp on Wanda's bedside table, two figures were giggling together under an improvised blanket fort. You went to the Maximoffs for dinner, and after that, somehow you and Wanda ended up on the carpet in the bedroom with blankets over your heads.

The jacket with the Novi Grad community service team symbol on it was hanging on one of the chairs, and you were wearing a loose white shirt with a couple of sweatshirts, looking so comfortable that Wanda could only resist the urge to snuggle into you for the rest of the night.

"Okay, the next one is..." A brief pause, for you to look past the card to the girl sitting across from you. "What's your favorite color? Wait, I know this one. Red of course." You complete with a chuckle before Wanda can answer, giving her a wink about how much red (now also on her cheeks) is in her room, present even in the blanket over your heads. "I'm entitled to another question."

Wanda chuckles. "You're making up new rules."

You shrug, returning the letter to the pile and assuming a thoughtful expression for a few seconds.

"Let me see... Do you think I'm a good kisser?"

Wanda immediately chuckled, indignant at the question. She grabbed one of the pillows and tried to hit you, but you grabbed the item easily, also laughing as you justified that it was a very valid question.

With a roll of her eyes, she murmurs with rosy cheeks, "The best. Can I have my turn now?"

You smiled, thanking her with a teasing tone before nodding for her to ask the question. You had been at this game for a good few minutes, with random questions to learn more about each other, and it had been incredible.

Wanda read the card and was a little hesitant, which drew your curiosity immediately. "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

You chuckled, shrugging, half confused at her expression. "Is that a bad question, Wands? You know I'm not a very good planner..." You tried to joke, and she, though she gave you a weak chuckle, returned the card to the pile and hugged one of her legs. 

"I just..." She began, sighing in frustration before meeting your gaze again. "I know we just started, but I can't help but think about what it's going to be like when school's over. I don't even know what college I'm going to, whether I'm going to stay in Sokovia or not. And then there's Pietro and all that stuff about being a dad new year. And well, there's you. And I really like you, Y/N, and I don't know what will happen to us if we are apart. And thinking about it just makes me want to cry."

She almost was, actually. The tears in her eyes that she quickly wiped away made your chest tighten. You sighed, adjusting yourself to move closer to her and pass an arm around her.

"Hey, it's okay, these doubts are normal to happen." You begin. "To be honest, I'm scared too."

You confess, and when Wanda looks at you, you offer her a small, assured smile, adjusting her against your chest. "Yeah, I think about that. I'll be like 'man, I'm with the most amazing girl in the world and if I somehow don't screw this up, I still run the risk of having an ocean between us before I can make her my wife,' of course it's just a distant thought..." You have to add the last hurried part, your cheeks burning as Wanda looks at you with surprise. "Anyway, I just want to say that I understand, Wands. It's normal to be afraid, but if you ask me, that's good, because it means that what we feel is real. Even if it all goes wrong, it will have been one of the most intense things I've ever felt." You finish your confession with a shy chuckle, turning away from the green irises that stare at you adoringly. "Sorry, I'm just venting..."

But Wanda merely leans in, kissing you hard at the first moment and causing you to lose all line of thought before sighing into your lips, slowing to look at you again. 

"We don't apologize for saying what we're feeling, do we?" She reminds you with a small smile, which you can only answer with an affected nod. She kisses you slowly then, her tongue sliding into yours and successively chilling your whole body. "I agree with you, you know?" She asks between one kiss and another, moving almost impatiently to straddle your lap. Your hands go to her hips immediately, and her sighs begin to grow heavier. "I've never felt the way I feel with you with anyone else."

Her hand firm itself in your hair, dominating the hot kiss she gives you, and you gasp into her mouth, instinctively pulling her against your hips. The friction makes her see stars and practically whimper on your tongue. The sound, though delicious, brings you back to reality - The ajar door of Wanda's room popping into your mind.

The girl on top of you rolled gently over your lap and it took all mental control to break the kiss and hold Wanda - now breathing out of rhythm - in a plea to stop. 

"Wands, the door." You reminded her as affected as she was, and it took a moment for her to push the lust away and nod in understanding, choosing to calm her own nerves by hiding her face against your collarbone. You smiled, stroking her back with one hand, and mimicking her attempt to normalize her breathing.

"I don't want to lose this." She confesses a moment later, so low you barely hear. But you do, and you swallow dryly, passing your other arm over her so that you are hugging each other completely. "I really like you too, Y/N."

You smile, closing your eyes. "And I'm right here, Wands. I'm not going anywhere."

"But-"

"Shh, sweet girl." You cut her off gently, moving your fingers to the strands of hair, playing with them. "I'm here now. We don't have to think about tomorrow, not for today or until school is out. How's that sound?"

Wanda adjusts herself over you to face you, and once they are face to face, she smiles. "It's perfect." She murmurs before kissing you, and you blush knowing that she's not just talking about the proposal but about you as well.

Sokovia International Airport, Saturday 2:46 pm.  

Months later.

"Did you check if everything is right with the luggage? And the tickets? Pietro for the love of god, don't let Crystal carry any luggage, she's pregnant, you silly boy..."

The group laughed at Erik's practically desperate instructions around them, checking for the tenth time that nothing had been forgotten by his youngest daughter. That part of the lobby was packed with people - All graduates of Novi Grad High School, class of 2021. 

While most were making the last online records on Instagram of Wanda Maximoff's farewell to New York University, you were kissing her on the lips in one of the far corners of the airport, having taken advantage of your friends' confusion and your father-in-law's anxiety to have a few minutes of privacy with your girlfriend.

Wanda gasped in a giggle embarrassed by the public place as you kissed her eagerly, one of your knees pressed under her dress making her flushed.

"Babe, I have to go..." She reminded between kisses, and you grunted softly, sharing her unwillingness to stop the whole thing. You exchanged another quick kiss until Wanda had her hands on your shoulders and you were looking at her in a bewilderedly passionate way.

"Did I mention I'm proud of you?" you questioned then, and she smiled embarrassed, pretending to be pensive.

"Hmm, only about a hundred times..." She leans in, kissing you again and again until you hear the group begin to look for you and sigh. 

Just as Wanda moves her hands away, you hold up one of them. "First, I have something for you." You say, pulling out of your back pocket a pamphlet you've kept. The semester schedule for the Arts course was described there, and Wanda smiled, grateful for the dedication you had in looking for this. But when she opens the pamphlet, there is something stuck to the paper. A red ring.

"It's beautiful, babe..." She compliments it immediately, excited and affected. She takes the ring off the paper to put it on and then raises her eyes at you. " What's it for?"

"It's for you to remember me by." You answer meekly, making Wanda smile.

"I won't forget you, ring or no ring, I assure you." She teases, and though you chuckle, you look at her with an intensity that almost makes Wanda worry.

Sighing, you clarify: "No, Wands, I mean... if New York is amazing, and somehow, you become a different person there, because these things happen, you know, I want you to keep this ring. To remember me even if you don't need me anymore..."

"Babe-"

The group approached you. Erik with the warning that the departure time was near. Wanda nodded and asked for just a moment more, and as soon as they all moved away again, she held your hand in hers.

"I love you, Y/N."  She assures looking you in the eye, understanding the doubts and insecurities that you both knew might show up the day she finally left, weeks after she had received the answer that she had been accepted into the late application program for NYU. 

"I know, I love you too." You retort in a mixture of affection and sadness. "And it's okay if it passes, Wands, that's what I'm saying."

She shakes her head, using her free hand to caress your cheek. "It'll never go away, sweetheart." She retorts, and you sigh softly. So charmingly stubborn that Wanda has to smile. "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it if you think an ocean between us will change that. I know that I will always be in love with you. And when all the summers come and I return home, I'm going to make you understand that."

You smile, embracing her, and Wanda sighs, relaxing in your embrace. 

"Guys, it's time."

The final warning made you and Wanda step aside so that she could be embraced by the rest of her friends, so equally happy at her chance to do what she loves in New York.

"You are aware that you are going to be Auntie Wanda next year, right?" Natasha's loud teasing makes the whole group laugh and Wanda grunt for the torment, hiding her face in your collarbone.

Erik hands her the bags, and suddenly her face is wet with tears that you wipe away with your hands.

Hugging her last, you kiss her before letting her go.

You feel silly when she leaves. Wanda is right. No ocean could change the way you feel about her.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #new romantics #skamverse collection #alt er love series

[emeritus-fuckers]

I dunno if I’ve asked but could you do some headcanons on young Nihil finding out he has a child with a fan (not inserting my oc at all) and it’s a daughter

I may have got slightly carried away XD - Nyx

Young Papa Nihil finding out he has a daughter with a fan

He's terrified. Completely terrified.

He just kinda stands there looking shocked and then asks how much you want for child support.

You don't really see him much, but he does support you financially, whatever you need.

He visits after she is born to leave a ring past down the Emeritus line. When I say more visit, more like he turns up late in at night in the hospital when no one is around. He doesn't want to see anyone who could talk into staying. He leaves the envelope with the ring next to her crib. He can't even look at her, she seems so small and tiny it makes him want to stay so he runs.

He visits again when she is two. He only accepts a cup of coffee and watches her from a distance, you can see him pale slightly.

Her eyes... she has his eyes... fuck. Her beautiful black hair is now down to her shoulders.

He leaves far quicker than he should, he sits in the car barely able to control his own breathing. He knows deep down he is becoming an even bigger fuck up.

He tries to distract himself, but he can't help but think about her, wonder how she is. He starts to realise, he misses her. But no, he can't get involved, he detroys everything he touches and she is too precious.

He keeps reasoning that she is better off without him, he can see that she is clearly well cared for by you.

He came again when she was 3 and then when she was 4. That visit really got to him.

She seemed so happy to see him, that innocent gaze broke something in him. He lifted her up and held her tightly in his arms.

She was so fascinated with his facepaint. Tracing the lines of it with her delicate fingers. He told her that he was Papa, he didn't know if she knew he was her father, but Papa was his title so he stuck with that, it worked.

From then on he visited once a year, but that was it.

When she gets older and starts to wonder a little more she finds his songs and finds out about the band.

Now that really gets to him, one day he goes to visit and she is singing his songs. He smiles to himself saying she has his gift with music, and she does her voice is beautiful.

There is a phase when they don't speak, when she realises he is her father and that he pretty much completely abandoned her.

But Nihil asks for the chance to explain, he would have failed her as a father, he really did do his best, he didn't want to mess her up like his father did to him. He just wants her to be happy.

Their relationship imrpoves, he is still distant but he takes an interest in her life. As she becomes a young adult and beyond she writes letters to him and as Nihil ages these become the most precious things to him. He always writes back and visits her when he can. He hopes she will always turn to him if she needs his advice on stuff.

He just wishes he hadn't been such a coward when he was younger. He knows that thankfully he salvaged it somehow and that at least he has one child happy to call him their father. He deeply regrets the way he went on with his own sons, but his father wasn't a good person and the scars from Nihil's childhood run too deep.

~

Written by Nyx.

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[macsimagines]

Hello, I hope you are well.

I like your blog and I think it's great :D

I like the idea of BlackDragon!Hakkai and Bonten!Kakucho as a loving husband and her pregnant wife, who also loves her husband very much. How do the two react to this message that they are becoming a father? What if his wife would like to have sex and also allowed him to taste her milk? Would you make a headcanons out of it? Otherwise I'll give you a free hand.

But only if you want it or feel like it.

I wish you lots of success and great days ;D

(You didn't ask for it but i got sum angst. -Ms.Mac)

Yandere BlackDragon!Hakkai

Married life was bliss. He came home after a long day of doing things that make him sick to his stomach, to you his loving wife, and for a few hours he can forget who he is and what he does.

Then you tell him you're pregnant and he can't even force himself to be happy. Can't for one second forget the monster that he is...

Keeps his distance from that point on. He doesn't want to be cold but he can't stand the idea that he's going to poison you or your baby. What if he's like his brother...

Eventually, you demand to see your husband. You're in your second trimester and he hasn't been apart of your life at all. Barely coming home and never once looking you in the eye. Locking himself up in his office and going back to just never speaking to you.

When that doesn't work you threaten to leave him, and he can't tell what worse the thought of you going or the thought of killing you and himself before you get the chance.

Breaks and finally confronts you before you can walk out forever and finally sees you. You're showing now, and he feels his eyes water at the sight of your baby bump.

Falls to his knees and wraps his arms around you. "Please...Please don't go..." Sobs and puts it all out on the table. his insecurities and fears.

You're not quick to trust him afterwards, but you agree to stick around for your child's sake.

He wasn't going to let you leave anyways...

Yandere!Kakucho

Was a very happy married man and made sure you lived in comfort. Had actually been wanting to ask about a baby but was incredibly embarrassed.

Big breeding kink. Never says anything but the idea that he could put a baby in you makes him hard every time he thinks about it.

You beat him to it though and inform him of the good news. Strips you immediately and fucks you how he knows you like it.

Has a hand on your flat tummy the whole time moaning about "You're gonna be such a good mommy. Love you so much for making me a daddy baby~"

Tries to take it easy on you but honestly is somehow so much more horny knowing you're pregnant. Thankfully your hormones are raging and you seem to want it just as much.

When you start to show is when things get really heated. Always want to be touching your stomach, always calls you mama... Always want to suck on your big swollen tits.

"Poor mama, your boobs have to killing you. Let Papa help..."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere hakkai shiba #yandere Kakucho

[wastingstarsss]

What's your favorite part/element of Rumple's story arc?

SHSKSHS HOW DO I NARROW IT DOWN??? THERES SO MANY ELEMENTS I LOVE. Okay I’m gonna put this as a few points here.

My top favourite element, the first thing I thought of, is his relentless battle with himself for goodness. He is half and half, half himself and half the dark one. And he’s been this way for centuries, so of course it’s an ongoing battle that’s not easy to drop. He continues to fight it, continues to try to be good, even when he has moments of weakness. He picks himself up again and continues. Whether it’s for Belle or Neal, he doesn’t stop trying to be good. Isn’t that so human of him? Rumple believes himself a coward, but it’s so brave to continue to try to be good when you have a dark curse latched to your soul and the world is seemingly saying “hey, goodness is impossible.”

My second thought is how STRONG his capacity for love is. He takes the curse of the dark one for it. He battles against the curse because of it. When he becomes the dark one, one of the first things he does is end the ogres war and free all the children. He didn’t have to do that. Baelfire was not on that field, yet he did it anyway. He dies for love. He lives again for love. He continues to fight to keep his loved ones safe, even if that means he risks himself. He spends what, 300 years (?), living alone because of his love for Baelfire, because he’s so determined to find his son. And sure it causes some problems. He loses Belle because it’s either her or his magic, and his magic will lead him to Bae. He causes people to hurt because his capacity for love is so fucking strong, it’s never going to be a mild thing. It’s everything or nothing. He dies TWICE for love. And we can’t forget, before Rum became the dark one he gave what little he had to beggars and took care of his emotionally abusive wife, even when he could barely stand with aid. He crippled himself and ruined his reputation for love. His capacity for love fills him to the brim and I adore it.

Final point is: you mentioned his story arc, and he has many? It twists and turns a LOT. So far I’ve focused on elements but I think my favourite arc (and it’s HARD to pin down) is the bits with him and August in s1. And you might be thinking “Bella, that is a weird fucking choice” but hear me out. With August he faces what he’s feared for so long: that his son hates him enough to try and murder him. And he takes that wholeheartedly, actually goes to therapy for it, and approaches who he thinks is his son and delivers a heartbreakingly emotional speech. And even when he realises August isn’t Bae, after their little dispute, he reunites August with his father cause at the end of the day, Rumple is always going to be papa and he can’t stand to see lost children screaming out for their parents, whether that’s actually screaming out or a haunting look in their eyes. That moment of kindness? In the shop when he invites August in and Marco is there? He didn’t have to do that, but he did it anyway. Why? Because Rumple is a good man. He saw a lost child and it reminded him of his son, and isn’t that the point? Neal is his driving point. He is what makes Rumple good.

(Bonus arcs for your consideration: ALL of Skin Deep, the Neverland arc is hauntingly beautiful. And we get Goldstiltskin. Beauty in s7, oh- and that one moment where Rumple says to Emma “please, he’s my son” in s6 about Gideon. Heart wrenching. When he faces his mother and says the world is dangerous because of villains like her and himself- the tone in his voice and the look on his face!! I die inside. And finally, and this is more of a funny bit than a ‘deep’ bit, but that one scene in Underbrooke where he introduces Milah and Emma to each other always cracks me up.)

@martianbugsbunny thank you so much for the ask!! What are your fave elements in rumples story arcs?

#rumbelle #get rumple some therapy pls #papafire #belle french #neal cassidy #ask box #ask me anything #Bella’s thoughts #personal tag

[magicalmanhattanproject]

hey y'all remember soul eater? i just randomly remembered soul eater existed and then my brain got taken over by cubitos about it. if you don't remember soul eater, the important thing to know is that some people can shapeshift into magical weapons wielded by partners called meisters. technically anyone can become a meister, but it is a thing you do have to train to do while being a weapon is something you're born with. anyway, this first post is just characters' first impressions of each other and i'll make another post with more secrets and truths if ppl are interested (i was gonna make it this one but this post is getting Long)

First Residents

FitMC and Spreen

Spreen is a cocky and extremely well trained meister who is used to working with his brother Missa or his Good Pal Roier who are both relatively laid back and used to his shenanigans. He absolutely deserves to be cocky given how absurdly skilled he is, but he clashes badly with fiercely independent, reserved, and paranoid grenade launcher Fit of 2b2t. Fit sees Spreen as an entitled brat and they simply do not vibe with each other well enough for Spreen to wield him.

Fit will let Ramón wield him fairly freely because it's important for kids to learn these things early, but prefers to handle any situation where Ramón might actually be in danger by himself.

Quackity Luzu and Wilbur

Quackity is a single chainsaw in search of a meister. Luzu and Wilbur are both meisters not in search of weapons. Luzu has his own shit going on with an AI taking over his body sometimes so he's mostly out of the picture. Wilbur was trained as a meister by his father but isn't all that interested in the job and just wants to play music. Besides, he has skinny little noodle arms and chainsaws are heavy and hard to wield.

Neither Tilín and Talluluh have ever received any formal meister training.

Philza and Missa

Phil is an old and skilled meister in need of a new weapon. Missa is a macuahuitl of pretty middling experience. He's certainly not incompetent and he and Phil are capable of working together well enough, but it's hard to get to know each other well enough to truly bond when Missa isn't around very often. Still, they probably have the most effective combat record out of any of the Federation assigned partnerships.

Chayanne is also a macuahuitl and the only weapon among the eggs. He is far more eager to learn the craft than either of his parents are for him to learn.

Slime and Mariana

Slime and Mariana are probably the Least effective duo in combat. They're both weapons, for one thing. Mariana is an extraordinarily powerful gauntlet and Slime is a 9mm glock. Mariana has at least a bare minimum of meister training, but neither of them are actually like. Any good at it. Or very good at being weapons for that matter. Or in tune with each others' wavelengths enough to wield each other. At least they're trying.

Juanaflippa could dual wield her papas on the rare occasions she could get them to both show up for her.

Roier and Jaiden

These two are another weapon4weapon pair but much stabler than Slime and Mariana. Jaiden is a scythe but she's always had an interest in learning how to be a meister. Roier has learned a trick or two from Spreen that he's willing to pass along and he's got enough experience as a weapon on his own to cover for her if she messes up. He's a backsword and he's learned how to wield himself and gotten pretty good at it, especially since Spreen betrayed him.

Bobby preferred his guns to wielding either of his parents and never got any formal meister training either.

DanTDM and Maximus

Maxo knows that he's a meister and that SOFIA isn't a weapon. That's all he can say for sure. He never knew Dan or Trump well enough to say.

BadBoyHalo

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Whatever he knows, he won't give a straight answer about it. Everyone is pretty sure his counterpart is probably Skeppy.

Dapper has been seen to wield an array of different red and black or cyan colored weapons when Bad isn't around, but so far Bad has always had an alibi and there's no solid proof Skeppy even exists.

Foolish and Vegetta

A pair of outliers. Foolish is an ex-meister long since turned pacifist and Vegetta exclusively wields weapons that don't shapeshift into humans. He says it's because he has no time for weapon drama <- the most dramatic bitch on the island.

Leo is very skilled with many weapons, but again, not the kind that shapeshift into people.

The Brazilians

Mike and Pac

One of the strongest partnerships on the island, these two have been fighting together forever. Pac is Mike's egg, but also his trusty rifle. Mike is a decent sniper, but mostly Pac just gets waved in peoples' faces when Mike is mad about something. Pac can reload himself absurdly fast, but also will frequently just jam himself and refuse to fire if Mike is making decisions he doesn't agree with.

Cellbit Forever and Felps

Felps is the rare meister who will dual wield weapons who don't come paired already. He spent years with Cellbit, a main gauche dagger, and the pair of them got along fine. A lot of what he did was keep Cellbit's bloodlust in check, but it worked. Then they added Forever, a rapier, to their little trio and Cellbit found his comfortable place as a parrying dagger defending Felps with Forever on the offensive.

Richarlyson

A baby meister in training, Richas is learning the most from Felps since Mike has been keeping his distance since the bull incident. At least he was before Felps went missing.

The French

Kameto

Kameto is a self wielding guillotine perfectly capable of handling himself, so wherever he's gotten himself off to, he's probably fine.

Antoine and Baghera

Antoine and Baghera are easily the least experienced pair on the island, but they make up for that with their sharp intelligence and the fact that they have excellent mentors. Antoine is a poleaxe with Baghera as his meister.

Etoiles and Aypierre

Etoiles and Aypierre aren't the most experienced pair on the island, but they're close to the most experienced working with each other and definitely the most dangerous. They were mentoring Antoine and Baghera when the plane crashed. Etoiles is a bec de corbin so he has a lot of relevant experience for Antoine. He is also extremely independent and capable of wielding himself to the point where he sometimes gets mistaken for a shapeshifting weapon. Between that and Pierre using non-magic weapons like Vegetta, they both spend more time apart than together.

Pomme

Pomme is going to be a meister someday, but for now, Etoiles is just teaching her how to the individual weapons that make up him and Antoine since he can defend her better on her own than by trying to have her wield him.

#sorrelposting #qsmp #qsmp soul eater

[gabessquishytum]

Okay so the 🤜 anons addition to the young Dream au is making me go berserk. Hob living three doors down from Dream's parents and sneaking around with their barely legal son is just chef's kiss. 10/10, been thinking about this all day.

But your addition made me think: a/o/b

So, Hob's not rich as in get-away-with-murder rich (aka. Dream's family), but he's doing very well. He made some very smart investments and now his job and the investment's interest earn him enough so he can live in the Endless' posh neighbourhood. He's moved there just a few years ago, and rumours have been going wild between the fine mum's and old money fathers as to why Hob's single and won't show any interest in a relationship.

After all, he's a very handsome alpha in his prime, he's rich, educated, kind. There are no scandals connected to his name, no children out of wedlock - what the fuck is wrong with him?

There are some rumours going around - mainly that he lost his first wife and won't consider marriage again (he'd never been married, so he doesn't know where that's coming from) and/or that he can't get it up (he's not sure about that either) - which eventually at least stop the stream of mamas trying to marry off their omega children to him and/or proposition him themselves.

Hob being Hob did intend to fuck over these upper-class wankers by basically reverse gentrifying the area. He still wants to do that, but a week after he moved into his swanky house the real trouble falls into his lap: Dream Endless.

He's a bratty little attention whore, displacing Hob from his own sun lounger in the backyard, because "he can't sit in the sun for too long or his teint will suffer". Hob's speechless because this is his fucking backyard, but he also moves because he's never seen anything as breathtakingly beautiful as Dream. And the way he smells-

Hob can't decide whether he wants to fuck him or lick him all over first. (spoiler: he get's to do both eventually)

Dream shows up the next day and the next and the day after that, not five minutes after Hob's made it home from uni. His demands are becoming increasingly outrageous considering he does not live with Hob and they actually don't know each other that well. And yet Hob complies, because he wants to give Dream all of his attention and spoil him rotten.

Mama and papa Endless are so fascinated. Dream is usually such a complicated child, always getting himself in trouble, but since he regularly visits the nice professor, debating about whatever, he's so much better behaved. Maybe they should grant him his wish of studying art if that's how well-mannered he becomes then. Hob's future spouse will be so lucky, he's so good with kids, they will all be perfect little angels.

Meanwhile, white they are still praising the positive influence Hob has on their son, Dream finally pushed Hob past his breaking point, causing him to corner Dream in the kitchen. And then eat him out on the kitchen counter. And the fuck him against the door. and then in the shower-

Scene flips to mama Endless: "Dream hasn't thrown a tantrum all week! He actually agreed to a suggestion we made!"

While three houses down, Dream's bouncing up and down on Hob's cock, begging for his knot and his babies and-

This goes on for ages. Dream turns into a model of well behaved high society child in front of his parents and slutty brat for Hob, who will resort to stripping whenever he feels Hob's paying more attention to his research than to Dream. Dream has mastered the art of climbing down the trellis beneath his window to visit Hob at any time of the night. He's sleeping there way more nights than he does in his own bed. His parents have no idea.

Obviously, the whole thing blows when Dream's parents find them fucking in the living room and kick their son out. Only now they spent a year or more praising their new neighbour for how good he is with kids and their son for how much he matured.

They are so livid when the neighbourhood learns that 1) Dream, even though he might be a bit you, managed to console Hob's broken heart and 2) apparently his broken cock too because the entire street can hear, and sometimes see, them fucking like animals and Dream's pregnant within half a year of moving in with Hob (after he finally wore him down and begged for him to fill him up with pups often enough)

respectfully, might I request the 💄 emoji if that's still available?

Oh no I'm deeply obsessed with this!

The best thing is... Hob doesn't want a sweet, obedient, housekeeping omega! He likes his bratty firecracker Dream and he equally loves that Dream is a proper little slut! He wants Dream to have a proper life of his own and do his own thing, and he's not opposed to Dream having a bit of fun (as long as it doesn't go too far).

And the funny thing about all of the above? Dream suddenly wants to be a well behaved omega. He wants to settle down and be married and mated and he very much wants as many pups as Hob in willing to put in him.

Hob is like "are you sure you don't want to go out with your friends?? make silly youthful decisions??" Because he kind of thought (in a sad way) that Dream was using him to rebel against his parents. Well, Dream was. But now he's fallen in love.

Imagine how annoying it is for Mr and Mrs Endless to see their renegade son walking down the street, demure in a pretty white sundress and holding on to Hob’s arm. There's already a little visible bump at the front of his dress where his pregnancy is making itself known. Hob smirks knowingly but Dream ignores his parents - acts like they aren't even there at all. He's got better things to think about. Like the babymoon that Hob has promised to take him on.

Hob is so head over heels in love with his omega its almost sickening for everyone else. Sometimes he thinks he's dreaming, and then he wakes up to find Dream sitting on his dick at 3am cause he was horny... and he's like "ah yes same ole slutty Dream. oh how I love him."

#you are very very welcome to beee #💄 anon #! #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw age gap

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

Elizabeth headed down to the lower level of the pub, where a man sat at the bar. She took the seat beside him and drank from the wine he had waiting for her.

"Lady Elizabeth, it is wonderful to see you. Thank you for writing to me," the man greeted.

"There was no way I was going to miss visiting you when I came home! I've missed you terribly, Edmund."

"I've missed you too. Are you still riding?"

"Daily. Though my new squire is nothing compared to you. How hard will it be for me to convince you to come to Brindleton Bay and become my squire?"

Edmund smiled, "I'm honoured by the offer, my Lady, but I think your father would be more than a little upset with you for stealing his staff."

"Oh, pish posh, papa has plenty of squires. He'll barely notice you're gone. I, on the other hand, have longed for you every day. My horse feels unruly and messy now compared to when you cared for her."

Elizabeth ran her finger around the rim of her glass before saying suggestively, "there are other things I've missed about you too..."

Edmund subtly looked around to check for eavesdroppers before responding, "As have I."

"Did I tell you I'm staying in Windenburg tonight?" asked Elizabeth, seemingly changing topic. "I didn't feel up for travelling so far at night."

"Very understandable, my Lady."

"I've actually booked at room at this very inn," Elizabeth kept her eyes fixed on Edmund and smiled.

Edmund smiled knowingly in return, "A good choice, my Lady. I hear the beds are very comfortable. You shall have a good night's rest before your travels tomorrow."

Elizabeth sighed breathily and whispered, "I don't want to rest."

Without another word, she got up from the bar and began to walk towards the inn's bedrooms. Edmund waited until she was out of sight before following after her.

Edmund pushed open the door to Elizabeth's bedroom and she ran into his arms, passionately kissing him.

"Finally," said Elizabeth as Edmund lifted her into his arms, "to be with a man with some energy!"

As he threw her down onto the bed, Elizabeth moaned, "are you sure you won't come to Brindleton? We could be as we were - my husband would never suspect."

Edmund untied Elizabeth's dress and replied, "Perhaps I can be convinced."

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[hoewkeye]

say my name.

Pairing: Peter Ballard/001 x fem!Reader

Summary: You are Doctor Brenner’s daughter and you had to share your entire childhood with the arrogant Peter, so you grew up with a grudge against him.

Tags: SMUT, enemies to lovers, fingering, angry sex, a glimpse of forced breeding. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Peter is a psychopath, after all.

Word Count: 1k

Notes: Since I have a lot of request right now, I mashed up three of them and came up with this shortfic! The prompts are — “enemies to lovers” requested by @nycreid + “I really like a man who's good with his hands” requested by @spenglerslime + “a fic where peter baby traps the reader” requested by @duhitzdae. I hope you all enjoy it. 💕

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You were there from the beginning.

You had to endure it all; your father acquiring his first subject renamed Peter Ballard — or, preferably, 001. You watched the experiments, the tests, you watched as your father gave that boy more attention than you had received your whole life, and you grew with that grudge in your bones.

The boy was around your age, and sometimes Papa would let you play together, but it never ended well. Words of spite would leave both of your mouths and soon you'd end up crying in anger while the boy looked at you with indifference.

Your little grudge against each other went on for years and when you were around 13 years old, he was implanted with the chip that neutralized his powers. It was a big moment for you; the bastard that has always thought he was bigger than everyone else, better than everyone else. Now put in a cage. As he deserved.

“Not so arrogant now, are you?” you remember saying to him, the Devil itself taking over your body when you smiled widely at him.

And that was the only time 001 shed angry tears.

More years passed by, and both you and Peter were recruited to work in the Lab now full of extraordinary kids. You were an adult now, and it didn't bother you anymore to have other children calling your father “Papa”, as well as you didn't care for the lack of attention you've received over the years.

You’ve become numb to jealousy, to pain.

But Peter still got into your skin like nobody else. Every time your eyes met, he'd open that devilish smile of his and you'd remember every time you wanted to punch him but held yourself back because you knew he could destroy you with a single twist of his fingers.

Every time your eyes met, though, he'd look at you up and down and lick his lips. And then you felt like punching him for another whole different reason.

And that's how you ended up in that room.

The only room in Hawkins Lab where they didn't have cameras, according to Peter.

Your lips were smashed against each other. Anger, hunger, and desire altogether. Pieces of clothing long forgotten on the floor as he pinned you against the wall, one of his legs between your bare thighs.

“This doesn't change anything,” you muttered when he started kissing your neck, lifting you a little so he could trail a path down to your chest.

He looked up at you, a smile on his face, and said, “Of course not,” before capturing your nipple with his mouth, sucking and gently biting on it.

You threw your head back into the wall, sighing loudly, and moved your hips against his leg. He noticed it immediately, using his free hand to rub on your clit — Peter wanted to make you scream, it was like a personal prize for him.

“You know,” you panted, “I really like a man who's good with his hands.”

He took his leg off the between of your thighs, letting your feet reach the floor so he could have full access to your cunt.

His middle finger parted your lips, playing with your wetness while his thumb kept provoking your clit, massaging it. His eyes were on your face, studying your expressions; every roll of eyes, every bit of lips, he was reading you to know exactly what you liked.

“Thought you hated me,” he whispered lovingly as he slid one finger inside you, his glare never leaving your face as he felt your insides clenching around him.

“Still do,” you said between low moans, grabbing his shoulder with one hand and squeezing it hard. You moved your hips forward, wanting him to move, but instead he just inserted another finger. “Fuck.”

He finally started moving them, thrusting his fingers inside you and appreciating the obscene noises they were making. Your shy moans soon became louder and Peter was more than happy with it, lifting one of your legs so he could hit different spots inside you.

“Oh, God—”, you cried out when your legs started to shake and Peter stopped in his tracks.

He removed his fingers off you, completely sticky and wet because of you, and you looked at him in utter shock and anger.

“Not God, love, only me.”

“Screw you!”

He used the same hand he had just masturbated you with to spread your juices along his length, stroking himself slowly while looking at your face with a playful smile.

“Are you that desperate for me?”

He grabbed your hips with one hand, using the other one to adjust himself in your entrance, and in one second he was buried deep inside you. Peter lifted you again, starting to move ferociously, slamming your hips together.

“Say my name!”, he demanded, thrusting hard into you. Your nails sank into his shoulders as you groaned, refusing to obey. “Say it!”

You were already close, his right hand never leaving your clit while the left one squeezed the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. You fought the urge to close your eyes, keeping them open for being completely hypnotized by his glare.

“Peter!”, you cried out.

“My real name,” he pounded harder.

He wanted to be his true self. His all-powerful, owner of the world, self. Capable of destroying anything, everything with his mind, capable of great and terrible things. He didn't want to be a Lab rat while fucking you good, he wanted to be…

“Henry,” you pleaded. “Henry!”

He groaned loudly, pushing your hips forward so he could adjust himself and filled you with his length once more, hitting a spot that made your vision go black. Your cunt clenched around him as you orgasmed, cursing under your breath and repeating his name over and over again.

You gasped when you felt his warm cum filling you up, caught off guard. He held your body still, rolling his eyes as shockwaves ran through his own — a pleasure he never had felt before with anyone. Anyone but you.

“Peter—”, you whispered, scared about what could happen.

Peter dizzy smiled at your fear of getting pregnant.

“It's okay, you don't need to worry,” he reassured you. “I'll take good care of you from now on.”

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