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magneto-was-fucking-right · 5 months

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The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 2

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; will eventually contain very graphic descriptions of smut;

Chapter summary: Ghost's neighbor works hard to get in his good graces: her dog, not so much. Word Count: 1.2k

Riley Thomas woke up at 5 in the morning with a skull-splitting headache and a sore neck, as she had fallen asleep awkwardly on her armchair the previous evening. It was her day off, but her body was now so accustomed to the work routine she often had trouble allowing herself to sleep in.

In order to get up, she (sorrowfully) had to move a large cat that lay peacefully on her legs, stretching her aching muscles and cracking her joints before starting her morning routine, which consisted of thoroughly cleaning litter boxes and cages, feeding the animals and making sure they kept as quiet as possible. The rest of the apartment was a complete mess (as well as her looks), but at least the pets were well taken care of. The burnt cookies laid abandoned on her small kitchen table, and she grabbed one off the tray before biting into it and trying not to grimace as she tasted it.

“Fuck that’s awful.”

She made a mental note to deep clean the flat as soon as possible but she knew her exhaustion would make her postpone it as much as possible. Riley had a mission much more important than that: to get into her neighbor’s good graces. The thought of confronting the large, intimidating man once again made her stomach lurch and her body tremble with anxiety, but if she didn’t try there was a good chance she – as well as her rescues - would be homeless in less than a few weeks. So, once her home affairs were sorted, she quickly caught up with her skincare routine, replaced her sweatpants with simple jeans and her tank top for a warm sweater, and leashed an excited young German shepherd she was currently housing to head out to the nearest grocery store.

The early morning daylight barely lit up the dim hallway as she fiddled with her keys and gently tried to push the cat’s head inside the apartment with her foot.

“I’ll be back soon Milo” she whispered softly to the stray cat, trying to lock the door as she fought against the dog’s leash. “Alright, alright…we’re going. Calm down Rex.”

The dog’s tail wagged furiously as he pulled on the leash, sniffing his way across the floor. He barked loudly once he caught the scent of a spot that interested him, and she quickly shushed him, terrified he’d bother the neighbours and get her into more trouble. But just as she was about to pull him towards the staircase, her eyes widened in horror as she watched the young dog squat down quickly on a rug. Her next-door neighbor’s rug. The large, intimidating, broody man. The man she was supposed to impress.

“No no no, please don’t!” she frantically tried to pull on the leash, accessing some sort of damage control if he at least did it in the middle of the hallway instead of right in front of the door, but Rex seemed hellbound on dropping it right there.

“Fuck!” she quickly dropped to her knees, pulling out her dog poo bag and fisting it as fast as humanly possible. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest as she heard the door open right in front of her. Riley felt her mouth dry and her stomach drop. Even Rex stood still, sitting obediently as if he hadn’t just ruined her chances of thriving in that place. She looked up with doe eyes, a deer caught in the headlights as the man in the black facemask stared down blankly at her figure.

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“Did your dog just take a dump on my doorstep?” Simon asked gruffly, dark eyes directed at the young woman’s, as her hand was quite literally deep in shit.

“I-I…” her mouth hung open as she tried to find a hundred different excuses at the same time. “I’m so sorry…” Was the best she could come up with.

Simon cocked his head to the right and stared at her in silence as if trying to make her feel as awkward and uncomfortable as possible. She looked so vulnerable and anxious; it was almost endearing.

She squirmed beneath his intense gaze as she scraped the steaming hot turd as efficiently as possible – to no effect, as it only ingrained itself deeper within the rug’s fibers. “I was just about to take him for a walk…He’s young and still learning and-”

“And?” he teased, interrupting her.

“And I promise I’ll wash your rug! Fuck, I’ll get you a new one if it makes this better!” She looked like she could cry, and Simon was enjoying it.

Just as she was awkwardly getting up, bag full of shit in hand, they heard angry, heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Uh-oh… Here comes trouble.” Simon mocked, extremely interested in the outcome of the next few minutes, leaning against his doorframe, and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, it’s alright…I’m sure Mrs. Parsons will warm up to me…eventually…” the young woman smiled nervously.

The old woman made way through the corridor with her usual scowl and her robe tightly wrapped around her scrawny form, newspaper in hand. She gave Simon’s next-door neighbor and her dog a disgusted look, before indignantly ignoring them.

“Good morning Mrs-”

“Fuck off.” Mrs. Parsons cut her off before she had even finished the sentence, and Simon stifled a chuckle.

“Lovely…” she muttered under her breath, that defeated look back on her face. Her puffy eyes looked worse than in their previous encounter and she forced a smile as if trying to lighten up the mood. “I’m about to get some groceries. I’ll get you that new rug on the way back.”

“Look…” Simon started with a deep sigh, taking a long look behind him at his uninhabited-looking apartment before looking at his wristwatch. “I’m actually in need of some groceries myself. If you help me out, I’ll slide all this under the rug.”

She blinked once in shock, as if trying to comprehend if he was being serious or not. His deadpan expression didn’t help.

“It’s a joke kiddo, lighten’up yeah?” he rolled his eyes at her, before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

“Oh…haha” She allowed herself to giggle nervously and rolled back her shoulders, trying to shake the discomfort and relax under his gaze. “Sure, I could do that. Just make me a list of what you need.”

“That’s where it gets complicated. I need everything. I got back from deployment yesterday an’ have nothing to live on.” Simon explained as he passed the young woman 200 pounds in cash. Her eyes went wide as she held the money in her free hand, the stinky bag still occupying the other.

“I don’t know what you like…And you don’t even know me. What if I stole all your money?” she asked and he faked an intimidating glare.

“Well kid, I know where you live.”

“That’s-”

He shut the door on her face and the dog whined softly as if disappointed by the man’s sudden absence.

The young woman sighed deeply.

“You and me both buddy.”

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying it :) they're about to get closer real soon...

#ghost cod #cod #ghost imagine #ghostxreader #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #modernwarfare2 #ghost smut #neighbor!ghost #neighbor!simon riley

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the-hidden-posts-gt · 1 day

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Borrower short story based on a dream I had where the Giant and Tiny switch bodies (Part 1?)

Sunshine/Sunny (yeah that’s their name, it was sunny the day they were born and their mom was just like, “yeah, that makes sense, definitely!” 😅) is 5”/~13cm, average height by borrower standards. They have brown hair, with a tiny -not so tiny- patch, bleached slightly lighter than the rest of their hair (Gideon is messy with his hair dye/bleach, and somehow it always gets everywhere. Sunny was not spared.) They have hazel colored eyes, thick brown eyebrows, crooked nose, and an ovular face.

Gideon/G/Giddy(when Sunny wants to mess with him) is a 5’10”, kind of a lanky guy, with purple hair (he dyed it), and thin blonde/light-brown eyebrows. He doesn’t look well rest, ever. He has green-blue eyes, his nose is surprisingly button-shaped, (Idk why, but that’s the description that made itself available in my head) and his face is kinda diamond shaped. (Not sure if that is handsome, but he is supposed to be kind of handsome, just underslept.)

When I opened my eyes, he wasn’t there. The dizziness had subsided, but where was he?! I needed to find him. He was too big to just vanish. He was human after all. I heard my pulse roar in my ears. Why is it so loud? My breaths were shallow, but also too much.

I heard a door open and close and I saw Gideon’s roommate. He could help. Fighting my instincts, I stood up from the couch. Why are my limbs so bulky? As he walked into the kitchenette I rushed over to him. My legs felt weighted and slow, and yet I surged forward.

“Where’s Gideon?!” My instincts urged me once more to hide from this Bean, but I needed Gideon. I needed to find him! I need to know he’s alright! Gideon had said his roommate was kind. I just hope Gideon was right.

“Dude,” the roommate smiled, far too nonchalant for an emergency. “How high are you right now?”

I blinked, taken aback. This was not the reaction I was expecting. What does that even mean? My surprise taking over instead of the panic, and I was able to really tale in my surroundings.

I am taller than him. I am taller than G’s roommate. I looked around, the room was smaller, everything was smaller than I remembered it. It was honestly claustrophobic, like the walls had squeezed in on me. Everything was … my size, I guess.

My eyes found their way back to my hands, only to realize, these aren’t my hands.

The roommate just smiled, taking a step towards me and patting my (is it mine?) elbow. “Oh yeah, you have fun with that,” he said as he guided me back to the couch where I’d been sitting. I let myself be lead, now staring at the arms attached to me, they were familiar, just … not mine.

As I was sitting down, the couch squeaked, no shrieked. I felt my pulse quicken, as the body’s instincts took over, and I was suddenly standing back up faster than I thought possible. I know that sound? No. This body knew that sound.

“You good, man?”

I didn’t respond. I just slowly picked up the pillow I’d almost crushed. I peered down at the couch, careful not to let the roommate see what I suspected was there, but that didn’t prepare me for seeing my own face staring back at me.

—-

Light blinded me, as the entire space shook, I had been unceremoniously tossed into a dark and stuffy prison, where there was a bunch of panicked mumbling, and then something had just attempted to crush me. Now there’s an earthquake. Great!🙄 I attempted to steady myself against the wall behind me, as I held up my hand trying to block out the light and possibly understand why my world was suddenly shaken.

Instead of usable answers, I saw a shock of purple hair, before realizing I was staring at a giant version of my face. It stared down at me with eyebrows raised high. I didn’t even know they could reach that part of my forehead.

There was no respite from the chaos, however, as I was hastily snatched up into giant hands. I rapidly went from free, to shooting into the air clasped surprisingly gently within giant hands the size of me, to between two cupped hands, like I’d been caught by a kid who wanted to show a critter to their friends.

“Ugh.” My stomach was not a fan of all this jostling.

“Sorry!” My voice whispered down at me, before we slowed down enough for me to get my barrings. This must be what Sunny feels like all the time. My heart stopped, before speeding up again, to twice the speed. Where is Sunny?! If When I get out of this, I need to find them. I just need to survive whatever giant me is up to.

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That’s it for now. I like these two enough that I’ll probably end up writing about them a lot, so idk stay tuned? 🤷

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animelovelover123 · 7 months

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DMC: Family Pet AU – Habits Die Hard (part 1/2)

Link to Master List [Links to other parts can be found in master list.]

Set-Up

Growing up in your colony where any of your people could be, and were, snatched up any moment to serve a family, you were taught from birth what to expect when you were eventually taken. How to please, how to survive, and how to ride out any possible abuse. The latter two things were of no use to you though as the Sparda family took exceptional care of you and would not inflict serious punishment past a stern talking to. But for the first year, you couldn’t quite shake off your colony’s warnings and teachings, some being cute, some being bad, some being sad.

You shift uncomfortably atop the cold wood flooring of the dilapidated house. It was one of many abandoned homes in this city but this one had most of its walls intact, blocking out much of the cold night breeze, so you had decided to sleep there for the night. Not that the wind didn’t pass through, creaking the decaying structure around you and making your body shudder, but this was your best option right now. So, you curled up further on the hard floor, the furniture in the house being either wholly destroyed or still damp from the rain last week so they were even less comfortable, and tried to fall asleep.

Then, slow, quiet, yet still heavy footsteps moving outside of the building catch your attention. You raise your head from your bent knees and are met with the glowing purple eye of Nightmare looking at you through one of the building windows. It watches you, unmoving, as the goopy consistency of its body ungulates as if it were thinking. As you two stare each other down, you hear a set of footsteps, lighter and faster than Nightmare’s, approaching the building. Then you hear the broken door of the building being pushed open and your name being called.

“V?” You call back, recognizing his smooth voice, though it had called your name with a bit more alarm than his usual calm demeanour would allow. V followed the sound of your voice to the room you were in.

“There you are.” V turned into the room, his worried expression softening upon seeing you but quickly turning back into concern as he looked down at your shivering form. “I have been looking for you, my little wanderer.” V’s hair turned from white to black as he called Nightmare back. His tattoos also darkened, showing that he had called back Griffon and Shadow as well. V must have been using his familiars to search for you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m trying to sleep.” You reply plainly as V walks up to you.

“But why here?” V reached his arm out to you. “Come songbird, let us return to Nico’s van where it is warm.” V puts on a calm smile, though he was still a bit shaken from having awoken in the middle of the night to find you gone.

“I can’t.” You answer, only glancing at the hand held out to you. “I’m just the Pet, I can’t sleep in the home unless I’m told to.” Your colony had taught you such. Although, past aunties had conflicting stories, with some demon families seeming more open to letting their Pet sleep within the family home while others outright forbid it. You had not been given direct instructions though, so this was the safest option.

“Well, you have my permission.” V reached his hand forward further, practically begging you to take it. But when you refuse, he lets out a defeated yet understanding sigh. “But that is not enough, is it?” It was Nico’s van; V didn’t exactly have the right to say who could and could not sleep in it. Though he was sure she would welcome you wholeheartedly if she was awake. “I won't force you.” V then got down beside you. “But if you could allow me this one thing,” He then called forth Shadow as he laid your head atop his shoulder. Shadow flopped her large, warm body over you two like a purring blanket. “please let me at least keep you warm for the night.”

Nico

(The morning after V's story.)

Nico sat on one of the steps leading into her van as she flicks the butt of her cigarette to the pavement, stomps it out, and kicks it to join the other 11. Her eyes scan the area, back and forth, as she pulls out another one. She had been high-strung all morning despite how desperately she tried to hide it behind her usual sassy attitude. The last she saw of you was the night before. When she fell asleep you were outside with Nero so she assumed you were safe. When she woke up an hour ago though you were nowhere to be found and Nero claimed you were awake when he went to bed. She just about snapped Nero’s newly returned arm for not making sure you were put to bed, as he was the last to be awake with you.

V was also gone but he had a habit of disappearing and she knew he had his animals to defend himself. You though, you were like a defenseless little puppy. And, as far as she knew, V fell asleep before her and you disappeared after she herself passed out, so you two were probably not together. At least if you and he were together you had protection, but if you were alone…!

Thankfully that last part was proven wrong when you and V returned hand in hand.

“Sweetpea!” Nico tossed the freshly lit cigarette aside to instead practically tackle you in a hug. “Where in the hell have you been?” Nico backed up enough to look at, and cup, your face. “You damn near gave me a heart attack, not botherin’ to leave word on where you were goin’.” She glances between you and V. “If y’all wanted to shag in some ally, you coulda left a note or somethin’.” She flashes a glare at V to show that she blames him for the lack of consideration she assumed had happened.

“We did not run off together.” V defended, his expression stoic, unaffected by Nico’s debaucherous accusation. “I woke up much the same as you, fraught with concern over our missing Pet.” V used his cane to tap the ground near the pile of cigarette butts left by Nico, indicating that he knew how worked up she got over your disappearance. “I found our little wonderer alone in an abandoned building trying to sleep.”

“What!?” Nico turns back to you, her expression a mix of confusion, concern, and pity. “Why would you hold up in a shack like that?”

“I wasn’t given permission to sleep in your van.” You explain.

"Permission? Sugar, you don’t need permission for somethin’ like that.” With a chuckle, she squishes your cheeks a bit and shakes your head like you would a chubby-cheeked pet animal. “And you know what? In the van is the best bed especially for you. It’s called my lap.”

Nero

“Food’s ready!” Nero announced from his spot in front of the barbeque, placing the last of the cooked skewers atop the already impressive pile.

“Finally!” Nico sighed dramatically as she stood up from where she had been sitting in the grass with you, Kyrie, Credo, V, Griffon, and Shadow. “I didn’t think you would be so bad at this.” She said, making a hand motion towards the garbage can that held the smouldering remains of obliterated skewers.

“I’m not bad at this, it’s your stupid grill. Who puts a goddamn turbo mode on a grill?” As Nero and Nico bicker about how practical a grill that shoots out a pillar of fire every so often is, the other humanoid family members rise from the grassy ground and make their way to the picnic table. Except for you.

You were just the family Pet. You were nowhere near important enough to eat at the family table, at least that is what your colony had taught you. And so, you stood back, stayed where you were along with Shadow who only raised her head.

“Hey, don’t forget us deadweight.” Griffon cawed, jumping off a nearby bush to glide around Nero.

“Ya ya,” Nero waved off, in too good of a mood to get grumpy over the insulting nickname right now. As his family (the ones that were present at least) gathered at the picnic table and began to eat the skewers he had spent literal hours putting together, along with the other sides that were made and brought to this potluck, Nero stepped back into the house. He quickly returned with a bowl and bag in hand. Griffon landed on the ground in front of Nero excitedly and Shadow jumped to her feet beside you, ear twitching as she sniffed the air. “I may have been saving these for you guys.” Nero said, fighting down his blush. Even if he bickered with V’s familiars, he had come to like them quite a bit. He handed Griffon a bowl of seeds and berries, both demonic and human breeds, who cawed excitedly, wings flapping but not taking off. Griffon carefully took the bowel into his beak, easily holding it with his multiple lower jaws, and toddled over to the picnic table to eat with the rest of the family. Nero then opened the bag and pulled out a rather large demon leg bone with much of its meat still hanging on. He threw it towards Shadow who caught it easily, quickly trotting off to teeth at it in the shade of a tree.

Then Nero looked at you, now standing alone. You watched Nero expectantly, waiting for whatever food he decided to gift you with.

“What are you doing over there?” He said with a playful smile before motioning you towards the picnic table where the family was enjoying their lunch. “Come on, it’s food time.”

“Ah! But…” Your eyes drift to your family that were too busy eating and chatting to notice the worry in your eyes. Nero saw though, and it left him with a sinking feeling in his heart. “I’m just the Pet.” Your colony had taught you that your role was that of a servant, nothing more. You would take what food was handed to you gratefully and stay out of the way.

“That’s not true.” Nero cut off your reminiscing with a happy voice that held sprinkles of pity and seriousness. “You’re not just a Pet, your family too.” Nero approached you and gently grabbed your hand. “Now come on, I want you to sit beside me.”

Sparda

You can hear Sparda’s breath start to regain its regular rhythm as he calms down from his high. You turn your head to look at him, able to see his blissed smile fade into one of peace despite the low light in the room from the dwindling fireplace. Even though you lay side by side atop his bed, you can still feel the lingering warmth of his lips that travelled the expanse of your body not too long ago. You can feel the remaining pleasant ache in your lower back and core. You can still feel the fluttering in your chest at how sweetly he had smiled down at you and showered you in compliments and praises. But then you remember the warnings of past aunties from your colony, how a Pet’s job was to have sex and then get out of the way once used.

As carefully as you can, trying not to disturb Sparda, you start to slip out from under the blanket. You are able to swing your feet off the side of the bed and onto the plush rug under it before you feel a tug at your hand.

“Where are you off to Pet?” Sparda asked, his voice deeper with tiredness and relaxation. He didn’t sound angry or demanding, instead gentle and concerned.

“We are done, aren’t we?” You ask. Did Sparda want another round?

“Ah… yes, I suppose we are.” He said, eyes wandering to the bed sheets below him as he took on a look of disappointment. His eyes drift back to you though and his hand gently squeezes yours. “But that doesn’t mean you have to leave.” He tugs on your hand gently, a welcoming smile on his face. “Come, rest with me, you must be tried.” You let yourself be pulled back towards Sparda who sits up to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your bare chests together. “I wish to hold you longer, to sleep with you in my arms… if that is alright with you.”

Eva

(Immediately following Sparda’s story)

The warm, welcoming feeling of Sparda’s embrace as he insists you sleep the night with him is suddenly washed away by the sound of the bedroom door opening.

“Oh.” Eva takes in a little gasp. Despite her subdued reaction, your brain goes into a full-on panic when you realize the situation you are in. You were naked, in bed, wrapped in the embrace of the family leader when his WIFE had walked in. Even though this was your job as the family Pet, this was the kind of situation that got a lot of your people killed by jealous and territorial mates.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You cry, scrambling out of Sparda’s arms. In unbridled fear, you throw yourself off of the bed and onto your knees before Eva who jumps back a bit at your sudden actions. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I��m so sorry.” You babble almost incoherently through oncoming tears. Your begging comes to a stop though when a gentle hand cards its fingers through your hair.

“It’s alright dear.” Came Eva’s calm, sweet, motherly voice. “There is no need for you to apologize.”

“B-but…” You stammer, keeping your head down until you feel Eve tug gently at your arms.

“You were just doing your job dear, I know that.” Eva leads you to your feet, smiling sadly at your tear-stained face. “There is nothing for you to fear sweetheart.” She gently wipes your tears away with her thumbs then places a chaste kiss atop your pouting lips. “Now then,” She turns you back towards the bed where Sparda still sat, waiting patiently with a gentle smile of his own. “I think we could all use some rest.” Sparda pulls back the covers as Eva leads you back towards the bed so all three of you may sleep in each other’s embrace.

Credo

“Do you understand the danger you put everyone in?” Credo asked, patience hanging on by a thread at this point as he sat glaring up at the small group of new recruits, two teen girls and one teen boy huddled together on the other side of his desk. You stood off to the side, your panic rising as the tension in the room grew despite not being part of the conversation.

“We just wanted to have some fun.” One of the teen girls argues back, hand on her hip and glare on her face, being the most confident compared to her friends standing close behind her. The two friend’s stances were tall and formal like they had been taught to stand as a knight of The Order, but their forced stoic expressions had long since broken in shame.

“Your missions are not the time to have fun.” Credo pointed out sternly, clearly annoyed but focusing his frustration on the one teen continuing to be petulant rather than the two in the back who listened and clearly regretted their actions. “As knights of The Order, your duties are to watch over and protect the people of Fortuna, not disturb a demon nest for entertainment.”

The cold tone of one of your family members set an alarm off in your brain, one that flashed with memories of other Pets from your colony being beaten and broken by their angry demon family. Whether what brought on the anger of the demon was due to the Pet’s actions or not was often inconsequential to whether they would receive dealings or not.

“Oh come on.” The teen girl rolled her eyes disrespectfully. “No one actually believes in The Order’s prissy values.”

Credo slammed his hands on the desk as he stood up, his patience snapping at the teen’s disregard for the morals and values he, as the captain of the Holly Knights, believed in wholeheartedly. This anger, though not directed at you in the slightest, shot you into a fight or flight response and you ran from his office. You could hear Credo call out to you but that only made your panicked mind frantic. You find a small linen closet down the hall and hide inside. You cower in amongst the clean sheets and spare blankets as you carefully listen for any sounds that could mean you are being hunted.

After a few minutes of just hearing people walk by casually, giving you a bit of time to breathe, you hear Credo’s voice. It was back to his calm, serious tone, with a hint of concern as he called for you and asked people in the halls if they had seen you. It doesn’t take long for him to locate you. For a moment your racing heart makes you grab hold of the doorknob to stop Credo from opening it, but he didn’t even try. Instead, he knocks on the closet door lightly, calling your name. “I know you are in there.” He could hear your nervous, dog-like whining through the door. “Are you alright?” He waits for you to respond, but when you don’t, he sighs. It wasn’t a sigh of frustration. It was one of acceptance. “I won’t force you to come out, but know that my anger was not at all directed at you.” He places a hand on the door separating you two. “I will leave you to recuperate at your own pace. I will be back in my office; my door will be open for you if you feel comfortable to return.” He truly hoped you would, but he would not burden you with his desire when you were the one in distress. However, he could not stop his lips from curling up into a pleased smile when you opened the closet door for him.

#devil may cry x reader #devil may cry imagine #v x reader #nico x reader #nero x reader #sparda x reader #eva x reader #credo x reader #sparda x eva #v (dmc) x reader

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miraculousaddicts14 · 28 days

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Random thought on mlb theories (Part-1)

(Not all of them are mine, some of them I included cause I wanted to share my thoughts. Credits to original creator for their brilliance)

1. So we all know how Lila took the miraculous of butterfly when it fell . What if she knows that Marinette is ladybug!!? Why I think that is cause Marinette detransformed while talking to Gabriel. There are chances that she might have seen that

2. We also know that Felix and kagami know Marinette's true identity. Will Marinette get to know about it?

3. This one is connected with number 2, so I saw some people saying that we all know how Felix transformed from villian-antihero-hero. There are chances that he might team up with Lila (who is now Hawk moth) .

4. I wonder why Lila wants the miraculous of butterfly? Is she going to have the same motive as Gabriel? Just taking ladybug and cat noir's miraculous? If it is , why does she need it? And if it isn't what's the other motive then?

5. I also wonder if kagami's mom is really blind or is she just pretending? There have been moments when I thought she isn't blind.

6. (continuing number 1) If Lila knows/gets to know that Marinette is ladybug, she is going to everything to destroy her reputation. She can manipulate Parisians and everyone at the school. It would be the hardest time of all and if during that time Adrien gets to know that she was hiding Gabriel's secret from him, it will not end well. Just the thought of it makes my body shiver.

7. I have also seen people saying that the miraculous of peacock broke bcz Emilie tried to make 2 sentimosters at the same time. He was supposed to get a twin sister but that failed somehow and Adrien was the second. His name was also not supposed to Adrien ,his name was taken out of his dead twin sister who was named Adrienne and once Gabriel and Emilie got to know that he was connected to both amoks. Some people partially think that his named was being Celeste, which is a unisex name in France .

8. Some people also say that Anne-Jeanne Theoxanne du Bocquale is a time traveling adopted daughter of Adrienette. What I think is that could be true cause apparently Adrien is a sentimonster (that's what we think even though it's not confirmed) and sentimoster's can't reproduce. So maybe they decided to adopt a child but I am not so sure about the time travelling thing .

9. Adrien is going to intern at the Dupain-Cheng bakery. It will not end well. Ok well, I got nothing much to say about it but my question is why would he?

10. Some of you guys think that Kagami is meant for Adrien. Like why guys? Tbh when they started dating I didn't really like it . From the very start I always thought Marinette was the one who is made for Adrien. Why? Bcz no one can understand him better than her and not to mention no one can know his schedule for next several years and no one can stalk him better .

11. I have also read this theory where people say that Felix was created out of jealousy over Gabe and Emilie's conception of Adrien, which means it's possible he doesn't love Kagami for herself or the fact they "are the same," . I mean this could be true and credits to the original person who thought of this amazing theory like idk where u guys get these from , hats off!

12. Next theory is , The ring Felix gave Kagami isn't actually her amok, but an identical copy. I agree bcz we have seen Felix talking about how he felt when he was being controlled so it’s most likely to be true cause he wouldn’t want kagami to feel the same way (if he really loves and her cares about her)

13. I also wonder when and how Felix will tell Adrien about how both of them are sentimonsters and were created using a miraculous and if he tells it before he gets to know Gabriel’s truth it is most likely to be that Adrien will suspect that his own father was the villain .

14. This one is not really a theory but like I wonder Has/Will ladybug told cat noir about the true identity of monarch? If we look at the last scene from Re-creation they both seem pretty normal like always . So that could mean that she still hasn’t revealed it yet . Do you guys think she will?

15. There’s also this thing that Felix might team up with Lila cause of his character arc . You see , he was seen first as a villain then as an anti hero and then a hero . This will be a direct parallel to Adrien's character arc.

16. Ladybug giving up the guardian role to Luka and Cat Noir will help her recover her memories. Umm…. I mean we all know that Marinette will do/have to do this but I don’t think it will be Luka or maybe it can be , I just don’t know .

17. Lila will tell Adrien the truth about Gabriel and get mad at Ladybug then get akumatized . Well she is lie-la so for sure but wasn’t she going to be changing her look?

18. Marinette will slowly have suspiciousness about “cerise” as she sees her. Well cerise is new look of lie-la but she is still the same from inside and marinette’s also clever enough to point her lies out .

19. Kagami’s mom (I forgot her name) is gonna help Lila . Bcz the thing she wanted (which was probably Adrien and kagami being eternal couples or whatever) is still a dream .

20. Felix will find out cat noir is Adrien by sensing the amok on cat noir . I don’t think so bcz Felix has came over cat noir a couple times but he didn’t sense that .

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lfc21 · 2 years

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Can you please do one where Andy is badly injured in the England vs Scotland game. Thank you, love your work.

Worst nightmare

Your life was flashing before your eyes, with every blink you took your husband was falling closer to the floor with an added ounce of pain shown on his face. It had been going so well - Scotland 2 - 1 up with huge chances created by all the players but it all seemed to fade away. Your heart started to thud in your chest at the sights, there was nothing you could do to help. This wasn't good.

"I need to see my husband please" you frantically said as you found a medic waiting outside the first aid room. The match was still proceeding, the crowd screaming with hope and destiny for a result of there choice.

"Name please" the man sternly replied to you with his eyebrows raised.

"Y/n Robertson" you quickly said confidently as you just wanted to make sure your husband was in one piece. This was his worst nightmare - letting his team down, letting himself down and more importantly letting his family down. All you wanted to do was cradle him in your arms and fix every ounce of pain he had.

"Come through" the man bluntly said to you whilst pushing the door aside to let you through. There he was. Your one person in the worst nightmare he ever thought he could go through. The sight in his eyes held every fear in his mind, they where showing every naked truth in which shown how vulnerable his position truly was. You quietly sat down next to the bed in the middle of the cold dull room. Your hand fell into his immediately causing his fingers to tug on yours, his agony and urgency to have you around him shown his need for you around.

"Y/n it fucking hurts" Andy said as he pushed his head back into the soft pillow as his leg was getting checked on. Your eyes where glued to his face as it turned down into a sour expression.

"I know I know" you softly whispered to him as your lips came to the top of his head, his body fell soft at the gentle touch from yourself and for the first time he became relaxed.

"Right, you have pulled your hamstring so a couple of days resting your leg will do you good. I dont think it's best if you play the next match though but your recovery could progress quickly so we can see about that. Any questions?" The lady said to Andy as carefully and kindly as possible. You could tell she had been in this position one to many times before, you could tell she had been the one to tell them the worst of the news and all you wanted to do was say thank you and be grateful for the amazing job she was doing.

"Ok thank you" Andy bleakly said as his eyes focused on the cold tiled floor. You offered her a soft smile which you could tell a great deal of weight fell from her shoulders from.

"Thank you so much" you added also as she started to pack her things away and let herself out of the room. You let out a huge breathe, one you had no idea you where carrying.

"Do you think im a nob head yet?" You heard Andy announce from the side of you in the clear silence of the room.

"What? Of course not" you quickly replied back becoming slightly taken back at how much this was already effecting him. You came and sat down next to him with a soft smile and a heavy heart, you weren't sure what you could say because in all honestly you had never had this happen to yourself. Your hand fell onto his as his body became more relaxed at your touch, your warmth calmed him like no coach or amount of sleep could do, you where his tranquility.

"You don't hate me?" He added with a tight smile.

"No babe I really dont" you said with a giggle as you kissed his soft lips and held a gaze as you admired his prominent beauty. "I love you" you said against his lips as you felt his hand run around your neck and into your hair.

"I love you more" he replied back deepening the kiss. Andy would always be someone to worry about an injury and why not? He showed great deals of care towards his career and you couldn't help but admire that about him. He was your Andy, no matter what.

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newpathwrites · 1 year

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Mandomera Week 2022 - Day 4

Prompts: Rescue/Mischievous

Note: This one-shot takes place in my A New Creed Universe and was written for Mandomera Week 2022. This particular ficlet takes place very early in their romantic relationship, during Chapter 1 of How to Build a Clan.

Warnings for implied child endangerment/drowning (but no children are actually injured or in danger).

Read my Din/Omera backstory here.

Word count: ~900 words

AO3: NewPath3432

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On Sorgan, the middle day - the intermission between finishing work at the ponds and beginning the evening preparations - was a time for leisure and relaxation. And while helmetless evenings spent in comfortable companionship with his found family were still Din’s favorite hours, middle day had quickly taken second place.

Not long after he’d embarked on a more… affectionate… relationship with Omera (they hadn’t really put a name to it), she’d made a habit of pulling him into the barn during this resting period, when the children were distracted with second meal, slipping his helmet off as her mouth found his and hands gripped beskar plates to bring their bodies flush together. Din never imagined he would enjoy such activities so much… but he really, really did…

Today, though, panic - caused by a particularly mischievous girl - would interrupt their afternoon intimacies.

Din suddenly pulled his lips away from Omera’s, cocking his ear to the side. “What was that?” He’d clearly heard a loud splash somewhere out in the ponds. “I thought work was done for today…”

A strangled call for help met their ears soon thereafter, and the puzzled look left Omera’s face as she gasped in terror. “Winta!”

They couldn’t move fast enough. Din was still pulling the helmet over his head as he burst out of the barn, Omera frantically pushing behind him, desperate to ensure her daughter’s safety.

Winta was out of the water in an instant, beskar-covered arms pulling her up with ease and depositing her in her mother’s embrace. A concerned Grogu jumped up to wrap himself around Din’s neck, looking at his father for reassurance that everything was alright.

“She’s ok, ad’ika. Don’t worry.” He kneeled down where Omera sat checking Winta for injuries, laying a hand on her shoulder in comfort as he addressed the girl - who appeared to be perfectly fine.

“Winta, what happened? The water isn’t even over your head in this part of the ponds.”

She looked up at his visor, something that looked a bit like guilt flashing on her face, maybe imperceptible to anyone else - but not to an experienced bounty hunter. Her eyes went to the ground in front of her as she replied blandly, “I’m not sure. I think a stem caught my foot.”

He studied her for a moment. She was definitely up to something. “Well,” he replied, not without affection - because regardless of her motives here, he’d grown quite fond of the kid - “I’m glad you’re alright. But you need to be careful around the water.”

Winta extricated herself from her mother and turned to wrap her arms around his neck in a genuine hug. “I will. Thank you for rescuing me, Din.”

Din brought a hand to the back of her head, running his fingers over her hair for a moment, making sure she knew he wasn’t angry. “You’re welcome, kid. I just want you safe.”

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The evening was a little strange. Winta thanked Din frequently and profusely for ‘saving her life’, pointedly drawing her mother’s attention to that fact over and over again. Meanwhile, Grogu clung to her, still traumatized by the possibility that his best friend could have been seriously hurt, and that guilt flashed again through Winta’s facial expressions each time the little green child tightened his hold on her arm.

Din spent third meal assessing, trying to figure her out. What was Winta really up to here? Omera seemed to notice her daughter’s odd behavior, too, glancing sideways at Din when Winta thanked him yet again for the rescue. She had also come to realize, after some reflection, that it didn’t altogether make sense. Winta had lived her entire life around the water. And how did she even manage to fall in the first place?

The scheme began to reveal itself later that evening when Din commented offhand that he was a bit chilly due to the persistent dampness of his flight suit, and Winta made an outrageous suggestion. Or rather… it would have been outrageous if Din and Omera didn’t already have a somewhat physically intimate relationship - something they’d not yet shared with the children.

“Mama, you should sit with Din under the blanket to help him warm up. It’s the least you can do after he saved my life.”

The two adults looked at each other knowingly, Winta’s motives now obvious. She was playing the little matchmaker. Maybe just this once, they could play along.

It was nice, actually, being openly affectionate, not hiding their closeness from the children, wrapped up together under a thick blanket while Winta and Grogu played on the floor nearby. Winta would glance over at them occasionally, subtly grinning to herself. Din couldn’t help but smile - the lengths this girl would go to make her mother happy.

When the two kids had finally nodded off to sleep, Omera turned to Din with a smile of her own. “I’m sure she’s very proud of herself. Maybe we should tell them… that we’re… something.”

“Yeah,” he replied as his forehead found hers, “It would please her, apparently.”

Omera chuckled softly and pressed her lips to his for a moment before settling her head on his shoulder, content to stay like this awhile longer.

Across the small hut, Winta sighed happily, closing her eyes - which had been cracked open to observe the interaction - and fell asleep dreaming of a future where her mother would be safe and happy with their Mandalorian.

#mandomeraweek2022 #mandomera #din djarin x omera #warnings for implied child endangerment #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #newpath3432

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alwaysxlarrie · 2 years

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5 x 1 snippet

i was tagged by @zanniscaramouche, @littleroverlouis, @finelinegynandromorph & @crinkle-eyed-boo to share a snippet, so here’s one from a 5 x 1 fic i just started writing. it’s 5 times louis made harry blush x 1 time harry made louis blush hehe. thank you for tagging me !!

“He’s lost in enjoying the teasing sensation of Louis’ fingers dancing around on his skin when Louis begins talking.

“Oh yeah, dude. That’s how he got me sucked in. Look at those fuckin’ dimples. You just can’t say no to them. They’ll have a man ready to propose at first glance.”

Louis leans in to poke the dimple that’s closest to him, which makes him more or less draped over Harry’s back now. He doesn’t mean to, but he starts to squirm due to overload of attention from Louis. The heat coming off of Louis’ body feels like a delicious s’more that’s just been taken out of fire, the attention, the gentle yet firm grip Louis has on both his shoulder and dimple. It all gets very overwhelming very fast.

Harry begins to blush. Goodie. Cue Louis pointing out his ability to make Harry blush so easily and bragging about it for the next ten minutes to anyone who’s willing to listen - or just anyone within hearing distance because Louis tends to not care if they’re actually willing to listen or not.

“Aw, Curly! Are you blushing for me? Isn’t he so cute uh-” Louis leans over Harry - he is fully and completely blanketed over Harry’s back now - to see Alex’s name tag. “Alex?”

“Uh.” Alex replies, sounding very unsure about how to respond. Harry really can’t blame him. “Yeah, of course?”

“Is that a question or a statement, mate?” Louis asks; based on his tone, Harry already knows one of his eyebrows has just been raised in a very challenging manner. This does not bode well for any of them, but especially for Alex.

Harry really needs to start wearing a sign that says, “please do not question my cuteness or my dimples or my jokes or my quirks if you do not wish to face the wrath of louis tomlinson, the vicious hedgehog. please. he is very strong and he will not hesitate to fight. i am begging you. for all of our sakes. thank u.’ It might have to be a big sign or maybe just be in incredibly tiny letters, but Harry thinks it would be worth it to avoid any more awkward encounters like this in the future.

“No, I mean, uh. I obviously think he’s cute, for sure.” Alex nods in agreement, smiling.

And the thing is, you’d think he would’ve answered the question correctly, especially given the fact that Louis is very visibly willing to fight anyone who questions Harry’s cuteness. You really think he would’ve aced the question. And it’s very obvious that Alex thinks he’s answered the question right, too.

Unfortunately, for Alex though, he did not.”

i am in fact making it my life mission in this fandom to fill it with as much fluff as i possibly can :’)

i’ll tag back the people who tagged me & @loveislarryislove, @neondiamond, @tommokat, @kingsofeverything, @homosociallyyours & @justalarryblog :’)

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saintharted · 1 year

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I posted 129 times in 2022

That's 23 more posts than 2021!

83 posts created (64%)

46 posts reblogged (36%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@saintharted

@animepopheart

@noirestardust

@drxgonharted

@pseudomonarkaerenea

I tagged 129 of my posts in 2022

#;;out for morning prayers. [ooc] - 63 posts

#;;alas! that my body clean and whole never been corrupted; today must be consumed and burnt to ashes! [visage] - 20 posts

#;;i am not afraid... i was born to do this. [ic] - 17 posts

#;;my flag; defend our brethren! [promo] - 11 posts

#drxgonharted - 8 posts

#;;children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth. [musings] - 7 posts

#pulseofthestars - 4 posts

#;;lord; accept my sacrifice. [asks] - 4 posts

#;;jeanne d'crack [crack] - 3 posts

#/mobile - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#can't /not/ respect him when he owns up to what he does and still respects god and doesn't try to claim he's doing it in his name

My Top Posts in 2022:

Me: Idk if I’m doing a good job with Jannu

Roby, with a bat in hand:

Me: oKAY OKAY I’LL STOP GOD--

4 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

Me, banging pots and pans: Respecting someone and disliking someone are not mutually exclusive--You can do both!!!!!

4 notes - Posted December 31, 2022

I remember Anna talking about it ages back, but honestly? Jannu would really respect that despite all that has happened with how Kirei is, he doesn’t really blame how he is/the shit he pulls on God or the heavens above? He owns it, and while he is absolutely doing some pretty awful shit--At least he a.) is aware of it, and b.) doesn’t try to push it off as someone else’s fault.

She doesn’t respect what he does nor him as a person, but for being able to separate being a man of the cloth and being Kirei as a person--That’s not easy, and I feel like that should be discussed more but DelightWorks is busy turning Jannu into Jeanne d’Arcschool Musical featuring protagonist who is flatter than my cup size as the love interest.

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“I don’t understand this omnipotent-benevolent thing.” “You are confused because the Bible describes God as an omnipotent and benevolent deity.” "Exactly.” "Omnipotent-benevolent simply means that God is all-powerful and well-meaning.” "I understand the concept. It’s just... there seems to be a contradiction.” "Yes. The contradiction is pain. Man’s starvation, war, sickness...” "Exactly! Terrible things happen in this world. Human tragedy seems like proof that God could not possibly be both all-powerful and well-meaning. If He loves us and has the power to change our situation, He would prevent our pain, wouldn’t he?” “Would He?” "Well... if God Loves us, and He can protect us, He would have to. It seems He is either omnipotent and uncaring, or benevolent and powerless to help.“ "No, signore.” "Imagine you had an eight-year-old son... would you love him?” "Of course.” "Would you let him skateboard?” "Yeah, I guess. Sure I’d let him skateboard, but I’d tell him to be careful.” "So as this child’s father, you would give him some basic, good advice and then let him go off and make his own mistakes?” "I wouldn’t run behind him and mollycoddle him if that’s what you mean.” "But what if he fell and skinned his knee?” "He would learn to be more careful.” "So although you have the power to interfere and prevent your child’s pain, you would choose to show you love by letting him learn his own lessons?” "Of course. Pain is part of growing up. It’s how we learn.” "Exactly.”

This exchange is honestly something Jannu would say to someone

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My #1 post of 2022

@drxgonharted replied with:

“Berserker- Sorry, I mean, erm, Kriemhild wouldn’t let me out of seiza position unless I agreed. She was was pretty insistent about it."

“Good grief--There’s a limit to how much someone can do.”

Says the very much a busybody of a saintess.

“Should I speak with her? That name connects you to another hero, I don’t believe it fair to have it taken from you.”

5 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

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vvanessaives · 2 years

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[BREAKS DOWN YOUR DOOR] hello hi may i get some uhhhhh 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 18, 20, 23 and 36 for vesper and fenix >:)))))))

[GETS SQUISHED DOWN BY THE DOOR] HI HELLO NICE DAY ISN'T IT?

1.How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

okay first thing to say here is that vesper never sleeps. she could go to sleep at like 3 in the morning and wake up one hour after and be like okay fine i’m ready for another day. sometimes she doesn’t sleep at all. the moment she finally gets 5-6 hours of sleep is when she’s been so sleep deprived that her body knocks her tf down on its own. she always had trouble with sleep but the whole johnny stuff made all of that worse. fenix is the one with a normal sleeping pattern but he’s a light sleeper so any kind of sound that is loud enough will make him wake up. that means most of the time they go to sleep together, fenix tries to spoon her because he feels way more safe to have her as close as possible or maybe vesper will just lay her head and arm over his chest, but not very often wake up at the same time.

the times were fenix managed to wake up before her are far less than the times vesper wakes up all of sudden at a fucked up hour, tries to get out of bed and fenix wakes up too. sleep deprived couple. sometimes fenix is too tired to do anything about that and vesper forces him to sleep some more, sometimes it’s the opposite and vesper can manage to sleep another hour by some kind of magic.

for daily rituals i would say that they don’t have anything extremely specific, something that they try to do is always have at least one meal together which was something veeery difficult at the very start of their relationship but gets significantly better on their second chance. also fenix is always trying to shower together for various reasons uh..sometimes he really feels like a small little dog that has to follow her anywhere she goes, that’s funny for someone that had the habit to disappear...he’s getting better ((:

2. How’s their team work? Do they share well?

THEIR TEAM WORK IS AMAZING REALLY. they really feel like partners in crime, if these two manage to work together on something then you can be sure they will end the job magnificently, and this is not only about merc stuff but i’m talking about stupid things they do together: bother daniel, plan some kind of prank against him, plan any kind of dumb thing to do...they are two idiots, i love them.

for sharing (assuming this means sharing their stuff i guess??) i would say that fenix is more open to let her touch/take his stuff while vesper gets a little bit more :// when anything she owns gets taken without asking first. she didn’t grow up with her brother so she isn’t used to share things, plus the older sibling disease says she should be the one to take stuff from others. she gets better at it because daniel literally can’t keep his hands to himself so in the end she just bites and says okay fine take whatever you want. she shares anything with fenix EXCEPT for jackie’s guns and johnny’s one. that’s sacred to her.

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

oh god i love this kasdjfkl it surely WAS NOT love at first sight. for vesper mainly. the first time they met it was just right after one of vesper’s matches: fenix looked at her and said oh damn that’s hot, love a woman that could protect me & rearrange my face too (he actually placed a bet against her but that’s a story for another time). so after the match is over he spots her at the bar and decides to approach her, he was SO SURE of himself, he always is, but vesper didn’t even talk to him. he offered another drink, asked her name, tried to talk with her but vesper just told him to fuck off, got up and left him there. girlboss. fenix is disappointed but something about her makes him...he basically went crazy for someone that doesn’t even care to reply to him. so he tries and tries and tries to get her attention, showing up at that same place hoping to find her again and every time vesper turns him down (he got punched a few times too..) but deep down she finds him kind of amusing, bothersome mainly but also hot (i know bestie we all went through that). he brings trouble wherever he goes but she is slowly falling for his pathetic vibes, she has to admit it. so for vesper wasn’t love at first sight AT ALL, for fenix i wouldn’t say love but he surely found something that drawn him to her the second he saw her

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

oh boy, fenix loves pet names, he almost immediately started calling her baby and she hated it sooo much until they got together officially and she just swinged with it. that’s basically the only way he refers to her

vesper doesn’t use any pet name for him, she called him by his name for most of their time together until she started calling him nix. that was like winning one million dollars (eddies?) to him, she’s the only one that can and will call him like that. after they broke up she let the nickname slip a few times and ofc he wouldn’t pass the chance to be unsufferable like he always is, telling her “oh baby are we on pet names stage again?”. VESPER WANTS TO DESTROY HIM

i think the biggest in-joke they have it’s the good old “this means nothing”/“yeah right”. literally they said that soooo many times (mainly vesper) during all their time together that at some point it just became a joke to say that because...we have eyes besties, all you two did HAD meaning. they are aware of that but sometimes keep on saying it just to make fun of each other

8. What do the like best about their partner?

taking out the shared thought that they are both so hot...i would say fenix loves how loyal vesper is, that isn’t only related to the romantic relationships sphere but to the way she is completely committed and trustworthy and loyal to all the people she consider friends. fenix basically never had the chance to trust anyone, only time he did he lost two fingers and nearly his life too, so meeting someone that he knows would never betray him and would die for her friends is really so special to him. plus he knows he can always count on her, vesper saved his ass from a lot of situations, she is reliable and he blindly trusts her.

what vesper likes best about him is...his personality....incredibly...fenix can be funny, not-mean-funny, he can and she loves that. vesper is a little bit too serious all the time and can easily lose herself into negative thoughts and fenix really is the only one that can steal a smile out of her even in the most dire situations. she desperately needs someone that keeps up her morale, he makes her feel happy, he really does. which made the time when he really made her sad and heartbroken far more terrible to go through.

18. What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

if we consider the time they’ve been together the very first time: they dated for 2 years more or less, they spent a few months going back and forth with the “this means nothing” story too. if you ask fenix they dated for 5 years because to him they never broke up..bestie you are being disillusional :))

dates are very simple, nothing fancy they love to grab something to eat from any kind of local place and go eat somewhere more private usually, where crowd will not look at them (vesper hates pda and fenix can’t be stopped so she prefers to go where they will not be noticed). once they had dinner over a tall ass building, fenix felt he was going to die because he’s scared of heights vs vesper sitting with her legs dangling in the emptiness. they love to go on nightly car rides, no specific place to go, just the two of them, a speeding car and vesper getting the hots for him because...yea she has a thing for that, adrenaline and so on so forth...that does things to her mind. ALSO they go clubbing sometimes, vesper loves dancing and she’s a pro at it while fenix is..he is a piece of wood really, he’s bad at dancing but will not pass the chance to look at vesper moving like that in a pair of super tight leather pants ((: i wouldn’t too (vesper marry me)

i think neither would want to take a break from each other, they already had one long break (ends with up) and generally vesper suffered a lot while he disappeared from time to time so no, i don’t think they would need a break from each other. fenix lost her once already, he’s not going to risk it again

20. What does their home look like? Their room?

think of the glen apartment and imagine something like that, only main difference is that they need two bedrooms since they have daniel hanging around too. their room sometimes is a mess of things, they both throw their clothes around a lot and leave their stuff hanging everywhere (they say they will fix that later...right..) but it’s the kind of mess they find balance in.

23. How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

aww their hugs are the big warm bear hug types, they just disappear into each other arms and that makes both feel loved and safe, vesper has the tendency to hug and never let go and fenix isn’t really complaining. when it comes to kissing vesper loves to hold his face into her hands before kissing him, it can be tender but can turn rough too, depends on the mood. while fenix is the kind of passionate kisser that goes all in all the time, you bet he’s going to put his hands over her sides and squezee and travel around her body and fenix for the love of god you two are in public.

teasing and flirting are fenix’s speciality, he always has a teasing word ready to be said and he is good at his job. he’s touchy-feely so he’s going to have his hands on her too if he can. vesper is a bit more subtle, more sly even, she teases in a way that leaves fenix’s imagination running, he’s more direct while she leaves him questioning what more her words could mean. this sometimes makes his brain work at incredible speed because nothing is more powerful than your own thoughts running wild. vesper loves to tease a lot, loves to build tension.

comfort needs to be taken step by step, sometimes vesper doesn’t want to be touched when going through something bad so fenix first needs to understand how to proceed. usually their universal signal of comfort is when fenix places his hand on the back of her neck and massages it, that’s a way to ease whatever kind of pain is going on and see if she is open to talk about it or even hug or whatever she needs. same goes for fenix but in a different way: he’s not going to make it clear that he needs comfort, vesper needs to pick up the vibe on her own. what he needs is to be embraced, fingers gently craping over the nape of his neck. that’s a form of consolation to him. generally they first need to be eased into any kind of physical comfort before allowing the words to come out, sometimes not talking at all and just...being there..in the safe arms of each other is enough.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

AUGH. their greatest strenght, as mentioned before, is surely their team work. really, when these two are doing something together THAT’S their greatest moment, they can really depend on each other.

the greatest weakness is..UGH comunication. wich is also the most important thing in a relationship so rip but let me explain: it’s not that they don’t speak up when something bothers them, they do that far too often, it’s the romantic comunication that doesn’t work that well jflakjf especially in their first times together they would experience feelings but never speak about them and a lot of things could’ve been fixed if they just...spoke. fenix gets better at this, vesper needs to put more work into it, sometimes putting your heart into someone else hands really can be scary af especially if it’s someone that already hurt you once. she’s trying

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#ask games #ask #nuclearstorms #oc: vesper #oc: fenix #KNFLJFLK LOSING MY MIND AT HOW SWEET SOME OF THOSE THINGS ARE AND HOW CLOWN NOSE THEY ARE TOO...I LOVE THEM.#thank you bones i'm sending u a box with 200 hugs MWAH <3

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childofchrist1983 · 2 years

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Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment? - Matthew 6:25 KJV

Jesus Christ warns His disciples in the passage against anxiety and even greed. He shames them with His questions.

They are worrying about things they have no business worrying about. They worry about what they can get and don't trust God to provide. Jesus explains to them that God provides for even the birds of the air and the flowers of the field. What makes them think that He won't provide for them as well?

This is just one of many times that Jesus questions the faith of His disciples. We must never lose faith in God Almighty and Jesus Christ, as He can do ANYTHING - even the impossible! And it is through Jesus Christ that we are able to live out our lives in the Holy Spirit. May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

Father God Almighty, Lord Jesus, help me to not fret about how my needs will be supplied. Let me trust You to take care of me. Let me not live my life in anxiousness. Strengthen my faith in You daily.

May I never be a hypocrite, claiming to love, but actually doing otherwise! I also humbly pray that Your will be done in my life. Instead of selfishly asking for this or that, I ask that You help me seek it above my own. I pray that in all I do, may it be according to the will and the path You have for me in my life on this Earth.

May my life show the world Your light and Truth and that You are a loving God and Heavenly Father who delights in showing love and mercy. Help us to all be one in You daily. May we seek You and Your Holy Word as well as the peace and all the fruits of the Holy Spirit today and everyday. Help us to walk in a way that is worthy of this calling You have guided us to. Help us to live this new life walking in Your ways and will and giving You praise for making it possible. Help us to value the true and eternal riches more highly than the passing and deceitful riches of Earth. Help me to walk in Your Holy Spirit, to seek You and Your will. Help my thoughts to turn to You in the little pauses and intermediate moments of this day and everyday.

Help us so we may us remember all You've done and still do for us and take joy in the blessings and life You have given us. May we all be humbly and faithfully honored and excited to worship, glorify and serve You daily and to do Your will. You have been so good to us, far more than we as wretched sinners deserve. You are so good! So wonderful! Forever and always!

Thank you for making sure I'm taken care of. Thank you for being the best friend we could ever have! Thank you for Your endless mercy and love that has saved us. Thank you for always protecting us and providing for us and for Your Spirit to help us when we are in need. Thank you for adopting us as part of Your family in Heaven and making us one of Your own. Thank you for being our present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46:1). Thank you for always being near and for loving us. Thank you for giving us a reason to love others and so many more reasons to love, praise, serve and follow You. Thank you for Your selfless and sinless sacrifice. Thank you for Your guidance and protection. Thank you for Your Truth and light. Thank you for Your wisdom and strength and grace. Thank you for everything! Your will be done! Blessed be Your mighty name! To You and Your Kingdom be the glory forevermore! In Your name I humbly pray, Amen and amen

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kloudchild · 4 months

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I have this burning desire to make and do. I have been proactive since late last year in general. I found all the answers and changed the course of my life. Now it’s all about learning new things and new ways to tick. I am hardly questioning anything and mostly subverting everything right away. I don’t need to know if I should continue doing something the same way when I can simply try it an entirely different way and see how it feels.

Simple. Fluid. Doing. Not thinking. Making. Creating.

I saw a video today on a soup.

^^^Some sentences are just…but yes, a video on a soup led me to stress management. The comments were full of people sharing stories of relatives who lived into their 100s by a tiny yet noticeable consensus that they managed stress well. Minestrone by the way.

^^^Some sentences are just…

Also, commas? I saw a reply to a comment under a video that said “your comma game is trash” or something. I might have taken a screenshot…hold on dear diary and not tumblr, which is internet…

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I was close. “Your comma game is weak.” I would almost argue that their comma game is strong because of the usage in this case.

— me, a ‘well actually’ looking mf over here

But yeah, the internet is so funny, that cracked me up and I took a screenshot which is ok because I can deduce from being on the internet for so long that English is probably their first language since they didn’t preface that it wasn’t and then apologize for any mistakes before writing a beautiful grammatically correct comment that blows you away. I think it’s a cute and sweet tradition, which is why I checked the reply to it in the first place. 2 birds, 1 screenshot…one unintended visceral memory and reminder of my altered brain chemistry just now. All possibilities of the internet. Great.

^^^Some sentences…

I’ve been thinking of this person named Charles who lost their mother a few days before the new year. They left a comment on a different video, screaming into the void and I screamed back. I’ve been mentally sending good vibes to Charles and praying, hoping that they are taken care of by the spirits that carry thoughts, vibes and prayers to and fro. Energy. Everything is energy and energy can’t be destroyed. Why wouldn’t it make it somewhere? I think people should always scream into the void. We don’t really know the depths or expansiveness of a void so you may as well scream. Can’t hurt. I realized this through Palestine in October. All types of screaming is coming through lately, in many different ways and from all over. Lots of people felt the same as onlookers to “what’s going on in the world” — one of my favorite sentences that resurfaced during 2020, resurfaced because it’s all encompassing and absolutely was the lack of better words at some point in the past being used because there is definitely a lot going on and it is for sure all over. A lot of genocide and the realizations of what that means when your country funds it and how. A lot of waking up to the levels of comfort you have been mindlessly choosing, the spoils of those before you who fought for the rights you have, the well funded distractions all around, the personality you are sold and buy, what life is about to look like for you now that you realize there are massive levels to comfort and comfort has a cost. The amount of lifeless dusty limp bodies I have seen since October reminds me of all of my school lessons seeing Holocaust pictures. I never thought I would see something like this in my lifetime. I can’t believe the greed of people and governments. I choose to have hope though because I will always believe in humanity and I have learned from Palestinians and their resilient spirits. Their spirit uplifted me out of a useless place and I have been flying high, being proactive ever since. Everything is energy and energy can’t be destroyed. Their good energy is making it all over the world. I hope they get it back multiplied at some point. I have a lot to do and make. I learned the void is a meeting place where you aren’t alone but rather, spread out. Visceral memories. Altered brain chemistry. Comma game weak. Stress management.

I decided yesterday morning that stress comes from me thinking and me not doing. New me manages stress by doing. Staying proactive. Momentum is a beautiful thing. This new decision — stress comes from thinking everything and not doing anything — it made me think of my void epiphany, which feels right still. There’s a lot to say but this is starting to feel like thinking and not doing. Writing is doing.

Do. Scream. Make. Write.

Some sentences are just words.

Sentences are just some words.

Are some words just sentences?

No.

Wait.

Yes.

Okay, bye

print(“later girly”)

I’m learning Python :D

later girly

#girlyismydiarynamebutnotinacanonicalwaysinceimightforget #tumblrfeelslikeoldinternetbutitslikeareplicaeventhoughitwasaroundoldinternet

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 years

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Undertale Theory: Those Who Have Pieces Of Prince Asriel’s Soul Orb Essence (And Other-Ralsei Is Riverperson)

we know that in Fan Headcanon, The Original Prince Asriel’s Soul

was Yellow, and it’s possible that some parts of his soul ended up being absorbed by Sans, The Flower that would end up with the dust of his memories, and even inside of Asriel’s Adoptive Human Sibling.

one of my theories, is that the Ralsei we befriend and travel with in Chapter 1, is NOT the same one as the one who appears in Chapter 2.

because of the whole Ralsei from Chapter 1 being the same height as Kris, and the one in Chapter 2 is a inch taller than Kris, and let’s not forget the differences in their horns sizes.

and I believe that the Other Ralsei, who appears in Chapter 2.

might of locked the Delta Rune Door and it’s counterpart in the Light World in the unused classroom, to keep Ralsei from the start of Chapter 1 and maybe even the Original Lancer, from getting out or anyone getting in and finding out the truth.

I believe that Lancer the one that Susie befriended, and who became the new ruler of the Card Kingdom, is possible stuck in that world alone with the True-Ralsei, while the others were taken by the Other-Ralsei who might of used magic to send them through the Dark Fountain Portal before Kris and Susie got to it and use it to get home.

I believe it is possible that Lancer has brothers that look like him and have the same name, which I believe this is because King is too lazy to give his quadruplet sons different names, and might of forgot that he has more than one son who he named Lancer.

the the Lancers we see in Castle Town, are likely Lancer’s brothers.

who end up befriending Susie as well, who had no idea that Lancer was switching places with his brothers when she wasn’t looking.

so The Quadruplet Lancers all care and love Susie as their Best Friend.

anyway if it is true that the Other Ralsei had sent everyone, but the Original Lancer and Ralsei to the unused classroom in the dark world.

and even knows that the Anomaly in Kris, is what is making their body go out at night and break into the library to make a dark fountain with the knife, and tricking the Player into believing that all Kris did was use the knife for the pie that they would end up eating...

well that might be the version of Ralsei, that could be secretly a villain, but not the one we had first befriended, and who ends up becoming a prisoner with the original Lancer in Card Kingdom, and making sure that Kris and Susie can’t go back there and learn the truth.

but if those other doors that can travel through different parts of that dark world is anything to go by, it’s possible that if Kris and their team opens unlocks more doors, they can end up going back there and could end up going to the place where Kris and True-Ralsei got that cookie from Susie and Lancer.

this could also reveal that True-Ralsei, is Flowey and his Hat has magic in it that let’s him turn into his reborn Darkner (or Twilightner) form.

if there is a reason why the Other-Ralsei doesn’t wear his hat in Chapter 2, even if in the icons and fireworks, it shows Ralsei wearing his hat.

it might prove that Other-Ralsei isn’t the the Fluffy Prince we had befriended in Chapter 1.

and he took the True-Ralsei’s hat with him back to Castle Town, to keep Flowey from turning back into his Ralsei form, because if he was in that form, he could use magic to unlock the Delta Rune Door that keeps himself and the Other Lancer (and maybe even Jevil if you only unlock the door to his cell and didn’t get to beat him but just left the door open...) trapped thanks to the Other-Ralsei.

Flowey could of found a door that is linked to both the Undertale and Deltarune Universes, and he comes from the Timeline where that Froggit who hates having his words skipped, is missing from that one room that has the sign that talks about the Spider Bake Sale.

there is normally Three Visible Froggits, and the small hidden ones in the wall.

the human souls going missing and Alphys going missing, might be connected in Deltarune.

the human souls end up being reborn as Monsters when Alphys left Undertale, possibly through a machine or one of those doors that you find in Chapter 1 and 2 of Deltarune.

Noelle, Berdly, Jockington, Catti. Susie and maybe even Lancer who is trapped in Card Kingdom with the True-Ralsei/Flowey.

are possibly reincarnations of the human children’s souls from Undertale,

but it only happens in Neutral and Geno Timelines.

Alphys might of known that Flowey still had those souls, and had to take him with her to the Other World.

and they ended up in the Dark World, and while Alphys used a device to get the souls out of Flowey, but while she was trying to escape to the light world, Flowey causes the device to spit out one of the human souls.

and it ended up being reborn as one of the Lancer Quadruplet sons of King.

the other five souls ended up breaking out of Alphys’s device and ending up becoming a part of their Mother’s Souls, until they are reborn into new monster bodies.

the Red Soul, is possibly Prince Asriel’s Soul, and the Other-Ralsei that we meet in Chapter 2, is possibly him, but having a Hollow-Soul.

and Prince Asriel, didn’t just stay in dust and when no one was looking, some of his dust but not the ones that become part of the Flower who would call himself Flowey....

reformed because of the determination that came from their adoptive sibling’s soul.

the Riverperson can have different counterparts in different AU and Timelines, either being Gaster or Gaster’s Wife or any other person in the Underground.

but what if it turns out Riverperson in the Canon Prime Timeline in all Routes,

they are Prince Asriel, but changed their name to Ralsei.

in the Neutral Timeline and the Timelines where one of the Froggits is missing from that one room.

Riverperson or Undertale-Ralsei In Disguise, would follow Alphys and Flowey to the Deltarune World.

and that Other-Ralsei/Riverperson would be spying and following True-Ralsei/Flowey, Kris and Susie in Chapter 1.

Riverperson/Other-Ralsei, before he locked the Delta Rune Door and it’s counterpart in the unused classroom in the Light World.

he stole Flowey’s hat that keeps him in his Ralsei form, and if possible, Riverperson/Other-Ralsei could had thrown Ralsei/Flowey and Lancer in that place where Jevil’s cell is at.

the room could be able to keep those who are inside it, from being affected by River-Ralsei’s Magic that he would use to pull every Darkner (all but True-Ralsei/Flowey, True-Lancer and Jevil) and throw them through the Dark Fountain and into the unused Classroom.

while True-Ralsei becomes Flowey and hides under his clothes when he loses all or some of his HP.

when the Other-Ralsei loses all his HP or some of it, and all that is left is his clothes, he doesn’t turn into a Flowey, but is just made up of dust alone.

and the reason why he is able to reform back into his Darkner Boss Monster body, is because of the determination.

even if Flowey in his Ralsei form, is able to take off his hat and keep it off for a small time, maybe a hour or a few hours, but if he keeps the hat on for too long, maybe to the next day, by then he would be turned back into a Flower and unable to use magic that would let him unlock the Delta Rune Doors to Castle Town.

now for the theory about Prince Asriel’s Soul, it is possible that while some part full part of it, ended up becoming the Red Soul that becomes The Player’s Proxy-Soul, and it can only go back to it’s true yellow monster soul form when fighting Mettaton.

some pieces of Prince Asriel’s Soul, was absorbed by not just Flowey who might have a Yellow Orb of Justice.

Sans also ended up with the Yellow Orb piece of Prince Asriel’s Soul.

this could of happen when Gaster was still the Royal Scientist,

Gaster could of been holding a piece of the Yellow Orb from Prince Asriel’s Soul.

and when he fell, it ended up breaking into many parts.

one went into Sans, the Other returned to the Original Soul turned into the Red Soul that is like a fusion between a Monster and Human Soul.

another Orb ends up finding its way into the dark world in Deltarune and becoming a part of Spamton.

Prince Asriel didn’t get a Yellow Orb that was a part of his original soul.

instead, it went to Flowey instead.

so if Prince Asriel went into hiding and even knows about Deltarune, and maybe even came back to life without a soul, because of the determination he got from the essence of his sibling’s soul, that would just end up being placed in that generator in the true lab and then drained by the DT Extractor of every Determination it had left, which might of not been very much.

Chara might of became a A.I. in the True Lab.

Prince Asriel having what was left of his dust that didn’t become part of Flowey,

reforming because of the determination, and being without a soul, would make sense.

it would make sense that Prince Asriel/Chapter 2 Other-Ralsei is without a soul and has a Hollow-Soul, that looks like a normal soul, but it has no filling and it like a Heart with a Heart Shaped Hole in the middle.

a Hollow-Soul is a Soulless form, if the Player is Prince Asriel’s Soul and maybe even some part of Chara’s Soul/Determination Essence.

this would mean that the Proxy-Soul would be a fusion soul between Prince Asriel and Chara, and Frisk is possibly Chara’s Body, and the Soul in the body is Prince Asriel’s Soul that has some part of Chara’s Soul and Determination Essence.

why would a Human Soul just break when it becomes game over...?

Chara’s Consciousness might not be in the other half of their soul that is part of Prince Asriel’s Soul now while inside of Chara’s Original Body/Frisk.

Chara’s Consciousness stayed with the other half of their soul, that ended up being taken and placed in the generator in the true lab and after using the DT Extractor on it, it was placed in that generator.

the reason why the underground has the Undernet and a type of Magical Energy Power that works the elevators and other stuff in the underground.

is thanks to Chara’s Soul, or at least the half of it that ended up being stolen by those who work in the True Lab.

the other half, ended up staying a part of Prince Asriel who ended up changing his name to Frisk.

Prince Asriel waking up as Frisk, had no memories of their past life as a Prince of the Underground, and only starts to remember his past over time, like after Undyne caused them to fall down, and we see that scene when we see Chara’s Memories, but it really might be Prince Asriel’s memories, NOT Chara’s.

and then before Asriel can say what his name is, Frisk wakes up on those flowers in that one room, before we fight Mad Dummy.

Flowey might be the one who is truly keeping a watching eye and protecting Frisk, like some part of them is telling them to keep them safe.

this might be because technically, Flowey and Frisk are Soul-Siblings.

Sans possibly doesn’t do anything to keep Frisk safe, I mean he doesn’t really keep any of the Other Monsters from killing the Reborn Prince Asriel The Angel Of The Prophecy.

Alphys, Sans, Flowey/True-Ralsei, Player’s Proxy-Soul/Prince Asriel’s Soul and lastly Spamton and maybe even Jevil...

possibly has pieces of the Yellow Orb Essence from The Original Prince Asriel’s Soul.

Flowey might act like he doesn’t care, but deep down he does, because he has a soul, even if it is just a Yellow Orb Essence from Original Prince Asriel’s Soul.

the Yellow Orb Essence, could form into a new soul in it’s new vessels.

this would mean that if they were reborn like in Spamton, Jevil and Flowey, they are permanently a part of those three and anyone else who has part of Prince Asriel’s Orb Essence from his Soul.

The Original Prince Asriel, can’t be brought back, but parts of him will live on as The Player’s Proxy-Soul and others who ended up absorbing pieces that were originally a part of his soul.

the Soulless-Prince Asriel, who might of been the Prime Riverperson (while in other timelines and AU, the Riverperson would be a different person, either being Gaster’s wife or someone else.) is a Soulless-Prince Asriel.

and in the Neutral or Geno Routes in Undertale, Soulless-Prince Asriel/Riverperson would leave that world and follow Alphys and Flowey to the Other World aka Deltarune.

the reason why Kris might not like Ralsei in Chapter 2, and it shows by drinking the Ralsei Tea...might be because they know that he isn’t True-Ralsei/Flowey.

it’s possible that while we were busy with Susie fighting Lancer, True-Ralsei had showed Kris their true form, Flowey and how he did this, even if it would take some hours or the next day for him to turn into a Flower again.

is because Flowey willed his form back into that form, while holding the hat.

the hat helps him keep that form, and without it, he is stuck as Flowey The Flower.

Riverperson/Soulless-Prince Asriel/Other-Ralsei knew this, and before he trapped the Original Lancer that Susie befriended but let the Other Lancer Quadruplets come to Castle Town and even True-Ralsei/Flowey...

he took Flowey’s hat, and made it so Flowey would be stuck as a Flower and wont be able to use the magic spell to unlock the Delta Rune Door.

Flowey could be able to go to the Light World in his Flower form, and if he did ended up to the Light World, he could unlock the door that inside the unused classroom.

the version of Flowey that ended up leaving Undertale and ending up leaving in Deltarune, had learned to care and love others, and he might deeply care about Kris, Susie and Lancer.

and while being trapped, Lancer could of told Flowey that he is a quadruplet and his Dad was too lazy to give them different names, so they are all named Lancer.

it might be a weird theory, but it is my Fan Headcanon, that the Ralsei we befriend in Chapter 1 and the one we meet in Chapter 2, are two different Ralsei.

and the one who we meet and befriend in Chapter 1 and travel with, is really Flowey who came from another Timeline and Neutral Route of Undertale.

and whenever his HP goes down that causing him to lose his Ralsei form and turn back into Flowey, and he has to hide in his clothes and hat until his magic from his hat and possibly inside his soul orb, heals him enough to let him turn back into Ralsei.

the Other-Ralsei we meet in Chapter 2, in Castle Town....

doesn’t turn into a Flowey, only dust and determination without a soul.

and what appears as a Soul that is hiding in the clothes that is full of dust and determination, is a Hollow-Soul, that mimics a real soul.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Susie likes True-Ralsei better as a Flower.

even if Flowey has his sweet side, he could still be a jerk and be bit of a Tsundere when he isn’t in his Ralsei form.

so yeah it is possible that the Soul that is suppose to be the Player’s Soul, is really Prince Asriel’s Original Soul, that would end up going from Undertale World to the Deltarune World.

and would end up being placed in a Soulless-Kris.

yes it is possible that some point in Kris’s life, before the Player/Prince Asriel’s Soul ends up in that world.

Kris became Soulless, and when they do, they end up acting up and doing dark pranks, with the Player’s Soul in their body, they are able to be a little bit of themself again and even feel regret over the dark pranks they pulled.

but they could still be a prankster and a little naughty to those around them.

it’s possible that the Asriel from Deltarune, might really be dead and the dust looking creatures we see when we first end up in the dark world, might be Deltarune-Asriel’s dust.

but hopefully Asriel from Deltarune is alive, but if he wasn’t always such a Angel as everyone in Hometown made him out to be....

it would explain the game that belongs to Catty and Catti under his bed.

why would it seem like Kris doesn’t have much on their side of the room, and yet their brother seems to have more to his side of the room...?

it’s possible that before the Player’s Proxy-Soul came along into that world,

Kris was going through depression and might still be going through it.

if Asriel who was born in Deltarune is alive, it is possible that he has Kris’s Soul.

and he is trying to study souls while at the university and trying to find a way to give Kris their soul back.

no one in Hometown, not even Kris and Asriel’s parents know that Asriel had accidentally took Kris’s Soul, this could of happen a few years before Asriel left for College.

and after he did take Kris’s Original Soul, is when Kris started to pull dark pranks and even throw bath bombs in the toilet.

it isn’t until the Player’s Proxy-Soul ends up becoming a part of Kris, that they are able to be a little bit like themself again, but they share control with the Player.

Kris might be controlled by something else, besides the Player.

the Hollow-Soul part of them, is possibly the part that has been making the Dark Fountains, and before eating the pie, they had went out and broke into the library and used the knife to make a Dark Fountain in the Computer Room.

Hollow-Soul of Kris or Hollow-Kris, is the one who is pulling the Proxy-Soul out.

and if Kris’s Original Soul is inside of their brother’s soul, then their soul could experience whats going on with their original body in a form of VR.

even if Kris’s Original Soul is with Asriel at College, when Kris isn’t connected with their original body (because of Hollow-Kris pulling the Red Soul/Proxy-Soul/Prince Asriel’s Monster-Human Fusion Soul out of Kris’s body.)

their soul goes into sleep mode while in their brother’s soul.

Asriel might be studying and researching on how to return a human soul back into it’s original body, and he might feel some form of guilt for accidentally taking their sibling’s soul and absorbing it.

if Kris has been soulless for a few years because of Asriel, then they only started to have a soul again because of the Soul Transplant.

the Proxy-Soul, would be Kris’s new soul and if Asriel was able to return Kris’s original soul, it could merge and fuse with the Proxy-Soul.

and maybe letting Kris being able to turn into a Boss Monster form and being able to change to and from Human and Monster forms.

anyway if the whole parts of Prince Asriel’s Soul becoming part of Sans and the others I mention before is true, it would be interesting, even the whole Riverperson being Soulless-Prince Asriel and it was thanks to Chara’s Determination and some of his dust that didn’t become a part of Flowey...

that let’s him be able to reform, and he has been hiding for years away from his family and anyone else who might recognize him.

he became the Riverperson because it was easy for him to hide who he truly was, but at some point the version of him that lives in the Neutral and Geno Route Timelines, left the Undertale World and left for Deltarune.

in the Neutral Route, Riverperson/Soulless-Prince Asriel follows Alphys and Flowey to a door that leads to Deltarune, but the other side of the door is only in the Dark World.

everyone can have different theories, and fan headcanons.

this is just my theory and headcanon, that the Ralsei we meet in Chapter 2, isn’t the original one we meet in Chapter 1.

but instead is a version of Riverperson from Undertale, who is really a Soulless-Prince Asriel and had been following True-Ralsei/Flowey, Kris and Susie in Chapter 1.

and as soon as Kris and Susie were able ready to go home to the Light World,

Riverperson/Soulless-Prince Asriel/Other-Ralsei uses magic to throw every darkner (but True-Ralsei/Flowey and Original Lancer) through the dark fountain and causing them turn into their object forms in the dark world.

the Lancer that ends up becoming sick in the Cyber-Dark World, is one of the Lancer Quadruplets, the Lancer who keeps wearing a mustache is one of the Lancer Quadruplets, and it was the same Lancer that Kris and Ralsei meet in Chapter 1.

like it could turn out that all the Lancer Quadruplets all look alike, but the one who wears the fake mustache, hasn’t stop wearing it since Chapter 1.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the theory about the Lancer Quadruplets turn out to be true, as well as the theory that they are all named Lancer because King was too lazy to give them different names other than calling them all Lancer and then forgetting that he has more than one son called Lancer.

Souls in both Deltarune and Undertale, could have magic in both the Human and Monster Souls, but they work differently.

I mean Human Souls might have magic, but only some can truly unlock the magic in it.

like moving a pendulum with your mind, or holding something else like a pen or bottle of soda like your pendulum, and it becomes freaky the pen or bottle of soda would start to move like your pendulum.

once again, my bracelets act as limiters and sealing charms.

I did have to re-do the whole program to them, to keep me from moving anything else that isn’t my pendulum, whenever I have my bracelets off.

but even if I do have them on, it does seem that other than my pendulum, even my necklaces can move with a thought, even the locket that my Mom gave me.

guess that would be like “Earth Power” to ya...lol.

you know cause the stuff that makes up the necklaces and gems are made from the Earth.

I think I will talk more later about the theory that has to do with the dark secret about Prince Asriel original body reforming and becoming soulless, and the only good parts of him left in a type of soul form, is inside of Flowey and the Player’s Red Proxy-Soul.

I will sign back on later tomorrow, to check out more art on here and even talk more about some theories and not just ones that has to do with Undertale and Deltarune.

plus we could see the whole Prince Asriel’s Orb Essene, being Remnant like from FNAF...I can talk about that theory in a future post, that the orb essence that came from Prince Asriel’s Original Soul, is really the Remnant.

so see ya later and stay safe everyone.

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miekasa · 3 years

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1+1 (levi ackerman)

↯ pairing: levi ackerman x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, fluff...... again....... is it getting boring and predictable yet lmao, once again the dog’s name is captain and no i do not regret it

↯ word count: 2.5k

↯ summary: levi ackerman is a cuddler, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. (aka me once again pushing my physical affection is levi’s love language agenda because he’s a poor, touch-starved little man).

i. the lap pillow: person A sits upright, while person B rests their head in person A’s lap. head pets and hair playing option, but highly encouraged.

Levi spent an obnoxious amount of time picking out the perfect couch for his apartment. He might have paid a little bit more than what he’d originally budgeted for, but it was worth it; his soft, plush couch and accompanying cushions were equally comfortable and beautiful, matching the interior of his living room, and posing at the perfect nap spot when Levi was too tired to make it to the bed, or wanted to lounge around with Captain for a while.

Or, well, it used to be worth it. Because now, Levi would rather lay his head on your lap than on his stupid, expensive couch and all its cushions.

Sure, the couch still provides comfort or refuge for the rest of his body, a comfy cavern to stretch his limbs or crash on after a long day, but with you there, all the benefits go to his head; literally, because when his head is in your lap, you stroke his face, comb through his hair, pad your thumb against his lips—whatever, Levi doesn’t really fucking care, because all of it is heavenly.

“Do you want to go to bed?” you question softly, hand raking through Levi’s hair. He’s lying on his back, not even pretending to have been watching the TV, as to let you have maximum access to his hair and face.

“No,” he says shortly, shifting his foot around to allow for your yorkie puppy to curl up at the other end of the couch, “Comfortable here.”

You try to hide the chuckle from escaping your lips. Levi certainly wasn’t shy about how much he liked your affections, especially within the closed walls of his apartment; but it always amused you just how simultaneously clipped, yet clingy he could be about it.

“Your neck is going to hurt, love,” you tell him, slowly moving your right hand from his hair to trace along his eyebrow, then down his cheek.

Levi huffs, ever so slightly. Then, gently, turns on his side, rotating his body and head, so that his cheek is now pressed along your thigh, legs curled up to his stomach, allowing Captain more space to curl into a ball at the base of Levi’s feet. He bends his arms, both coming to rest on your thighs as well, just an inch from his face.

“It’s fine like this,” he grumbles, voice thick with sleep—and a bit of frustration, because you’ve ceased playing with his hair at this point, “I’m going to take a nap, don’t move.”

You can help your laughter from escaping, “I don’t really have a choice, now do I?”

He hums in affirmation, shifting around just a bit to his comfort. You smile at the way he wiggles his toes, Captain taking it as an invitation to snuggle closer to Levi. You rest your right hand against Levi’s shoulder, lightly massaging his muscles as to not disturb his drifting to sleep, and resume your focus on the TV ahead of you.

Just when you’d thought Levi was on his way to falling asleep, he lets out a discontented grunt, moving his arm backwards to grab at your wrist, and with gentle, but firm force, moves your hand that was massaging his shoulder to the top of his head. He says nothing, only moves his hand back to its previous position, and once again shifts to readjust his napping position.

You get the message, and with a wide smile, you carefully begin to thread your fingers through his hair again; and with a satisfied purr, Levi snuggles his head into your lap, and finally drifts off to sleep.

ii. the half spoon/chest rest: person A lays flat on their back, while person B curls into their side, laying their head on person A’s chest.

Levi rarely falls asleep before you do, so he’s had quite a bit of time to observe your sleep habits—as non-creepily as possible, of course.

You’re a pretty normal sleeper—again, not that he spends his time watching other people sleep, or anything—but you do have your own quirks; most of which Levi finds endearing on some level or another. Like the way you always have to have a minimum of three pillows on your side of the bed, even if you don’t sleep with all three of them at the same time. And the way your arms subconsciously curl up, usually around a pillow if Levi isn’t there, or even around yourself if there’s no object for you to grasp.

One of your sleeping ticks he isn’t particularly fond of is the way you move around. Not sporadically, and thankfully, not to a point that leaves you sprawled across the mattress at an obscure angle, but just… around. He especially hates when you roll away from him, because you usually roll away and never roll back.

Which is why Levi is generally fond of cuddling positions in which he’s holding you, as to make sure you don’t, quite literally, roll out of his arms. Because nothing pisses Levi off more than waking up and realizing you’ve rolled away and taken to snuggling against your pillow instead of him. He’s much better than a pillow. Warmer, too. Not mention, a real, actual human being.

Right now, you’re tucked almost expertly into Levi’s right side, head laying on his chest, your right arm over his stomach, hand just barely tickling the exposed skin from his shirt riding up. Levi likes the feeling of your shallow exhales rippling against his shirt, and the warmth of your cheek pressed against his chest.

He’s about to fall asleep himself, when he feels you shuffling, and oh no, not on his watch. Before the worst can happen, Levi secures his right arm over your shoulder, as to hold you against him. The urge to roll seems to leave you then, the only movement is of your right arm, which you bend at the elbow, now laying your palm against his pecs.

Levi exhales, content. Now he can sleep peacefully. Well, almost. There’s one more thing he likes about this position, and it’s his ability to use his free hand to reach down, scoop under your knee and drape your leg across his waist—and he does so happily; smiling to himself as you subconsciously burrow yourself further into his side.

Much better, Levi thinks, letting his eyelids flutter shut. It was time for bed, after all, and he had a feeling he’d be waking up warm and cozy in the morning.

iii. full contact cuddle: person A sits or lays on their back, while person B rests almost directly on top of them.

“I don’t get why you like this so much,” you say, words mumble, as you shimmy up Levi’s body to lay your cheek against his chest, “How do you possibly benefit from this?”

If you asked Levi, this was probably his favorite way to cuddle. Something about having almost all of your body weight on top of him, your head against his chest, and his arms wrapped completely around you just made him feel warm, and cozy, and content. Plus, the added bonus of you laying directly on top of his dick.

He could say all of that, but instead he opts for a minimal hum, and, a simple, “It’s warm.”

“Yeah, because you’re warm, Levi,” you point out, but burrow into his skin anyway. You’re not exactly complaining, laying on Levi is nice; especially a shirtless Levi, with how warm his body runs. And, well, for other reasons, too.

Once again, you’re met with a non-committal hum. Levi just holds you for a bit, listening for the way your breathing slows and evens out, feeling for signs of your body slowing down against his.

After a while, he shifts his arms, moving so that they’re no longer stacked atop each other, but with his palms both resting against your back, creeping under your shirt. “It’s the weight,” he replies carefully, moving his right hand to rub against your skin, “It feels nice.”

“The weight?” you question, lifting your head to look at him, your chin poking into his chest. Levi looks down to meet your eyes, a small nod in reassurance.

“I can’t… explain it,” he tells you truthfully, “I just like the feeling of you against me. It’s not symbolic or any shit like that, it just, feels good. Sometimes feels like we’re… I don’t know, connected or some shit. I can feel you breathe when I breathe, and all that.”

It’s a poor explanation, and nothing close to what he wants to be able to convey, but you understand him anyways; you always do. You have to hold back your overgrown smile, just barely letting the corners of your lips turn upwards at Levi’s response. You extend your neck briefly to place a short kiss against his jaw, before turning to head to lay back on his chest.

“No, I get it,” you reassure him, snuggling against him for extra measure, “Feels nice to just know you’re there.”

Levi hums in affirmation, his hand squeezing at your waist affectionately—a silent thank you for being able to read between his lines. You lay like that for a while, your exhales tickling against Levi’s bare chest, while his hands massage at your back.

“Besides,” he says, his hands slowly venturing down past your waist; he squeezes at your hips, adjusting you so that your center is directly on top of his, and encouraging you to lift your upper half, so that you’re looking down at him, a full view of the wicked smile on his face, “I kind of have a thing for you being on top of me.”

iv. the seated snuggle: person A sits upright, maybe slouched a bit, while person B cuddles into their side; a hand wrapped around A’s waist or arm, and B’s head resting against A’s shoulder.

Levi likes his alone time, but even when he’s focusing on himself, he’s acutely in tune with you and your emotions. And to be honest with himself, he spends a lot of his alone time thinking about you—consciously or not, you find a way into his brain, and Levi has long since accepted that you’re a permanent, and very welcome presence in his life, one that can be more powerful and enjoyable that his own solitude.

Even when he’s sitting on the couch, right leg bent and tucked under his left at the knee, a book Hange had recommended in his hand, with a shitty hospital drama playing as background noise on the television; even then, when he’s relaxing and enjoying his novel, he purposefully feels out your presence and gauges your emotions.

Though, if you asked him, it shouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist to understand that you were feeling a little out of it today—maybe not quite sad, but moving a bit slower, perhaps tired, or annoyed by your day at work—despite the cheery lilt in your voice. But Levi knew, he could feel it, that something was off; but he could also feel that this something wasn’t getting talked about today, or that, perhaps you just didn’t have the words to express it right now.

Levi greets you as he would when you come through the door, tilts his head up when you lean down to give him a kiss, and lets you pad into your bedroom to change and shower. You shuffle around after that, making your way to the kitchen to reheat the dinner he’d cooked earlier, and flitter between your bedroom and the living room after that.

And Levi knows; he knows that you want to talk to him, but that you wouldn’t dare to interrupt his alone-time, because you know how important it is to him. What you fail to understand is that you’re just as, if not more, important to him because you give him space.

So, Levi waits until you’re hovering by the doorway of the living room again, and then, without looking up from his book, silently opens and extends his left arm. He counts three seconds before you come shuffling over to him, wasting no time tucking yourself into his side, and resting your head on his shoulder. Levi hums when he feels your cheek press into his neck, and wraps his arm securely around you.

“Long day?” he questions, eyes still on his book, but reading at a marginally slower pace now.

Your eyes flutter shut at the question, working harder to snuggle yourself into Levi, wrapping your arms around his waist, “The longest.”

Levi hums, finishing his page, and tucking the ear to mark his spot before closing his book. He turns his head to press a kiss into your forehead, and pulls you a little closer against him. “It’s over now, I’ve got you.”

v. the times together/pretzel: person A rests with back against a wall/couch/object, and person B mirrors their positions; both A and B’s legs are intertwined, while they look at each other.

Levi will only take a bath after he’s showered, because there’s no appeal in sitting in your own wet dirt. That being said, post-shower baths with you are something he looks forward to, especially after a long, drawn out work week.

You both sit facing each other, legs bent and intertwined, your empty champagne glasses resting on the tiled floor beside the tub. Levi lets you make bubble beards on his face, and smiles as you splash them away and placate it all with a crescendo of kisses.

“I love you,” you smile between presses of your lips, the palms of your hands squishing Levi’s cheeks together—and he just lets you, because he loves you.

Levi thinks it’s his turn now, though he has no interest in bubble beards, or mohawks, simply mirroring your actions to cup your face with his hands, pull you closer, a whisper on your lips.

Wet thumbs pad against your cheeks, and Levi thinks that even like this, with only the flicker of candle flames illuminating your face, that you’re beautiful, and the best thing he’s ever gotten the opportunity to love and care for in his life.

So he lets you know, “And I love you.” And he means it; and you know he does.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #aot fluff #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman smut #eren x reader

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threepointseven · 3 years

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Home(Dinner Part 2)

Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name

Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩

Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader

Length: sort of long

Genre: Angst with comfort

Gn! Reader and exchange student!

Part three!

Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.

A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.

Whoah

Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.

They look incredible.

I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.

I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.

“Goodmorning!”

I called out to try and grab their attention

“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”

Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student

“This is the new exchange student”

Beel smiled

“Hi! My name is MC”

I happily introduced myself

“My name is S/N”

They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.

Something tells me this wont end well.

Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.

I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.

The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.

I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....

What?

Did i just think that?

Am i that jealous?

Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?

Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.

“MC! Hey!!”

Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.

The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.

As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.

The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....

As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.

My chair.

My chair had been occupied by S/N,

What?

Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?

As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer

“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”

As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone

“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”

Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N

As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.

As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,

Jealousy?

Sadness?

Anger?

Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.

“Hey solomon!!”

“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”

“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”

“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”

“I’ll be right over”

I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.

That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.

The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.

As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.

I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.

My pact marks are starting to fade

I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.

As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.

“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”

“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”

As i listen more i realize what it is.

They’re trying to break my pact with me.

And for what exactly?

Because they want one with someone else.

That someone being S/N

It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.

Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.

While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears

“What’s wrong MC?!”

Luke worriedly asks

Unable to hold it in i tell Them.

“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”

Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour

As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase

“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”

The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.

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purelyfiction · 2 years

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Light In The Dark (4)

Modern Obi-Wan Kenobi x (F) Reader | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Word Count: 3,637 Words

Summary: After discovering a fever you have yet to break, Dr. Kenobi is reassigned to your care to make sure your condition doesn’t decline any further than it has. Once you’re released from the hospital again, he’s carefully making sure you’re settled in at home again.

Content warning: medical stuff aplenty, some sickness which could be triggering, mentions of being naked but no nudity, brief pregnancy mention

Author notes: HELLLOOOOOOO I know this has been a long long time in the making but I really wanted to make sure I was happy with where this story was going, versus churning out a product I wasn’t proud of. Well, the muse match was sparked and the candle is burning brightly so here we have part FOUR of Light in The Dark! Enjoy my friends!

If you thought that you’d felt poorly yesterday, then you were sadly mistaken. There were parts of you shaking you didn’t even think could shake, the way you were starving but didn’t want to eat anything, the soreness radiating through you. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this ill.

It had come on suddenly and between naps, so maybe that’s why it had felt like it was worse every time you’d woken. No one had any concerns until early that morning when you’d still had a fever from the previous evening. Now, that fever is still rampant, and you generally didn’t feel right.

You’d not been too nervous about it, seeing your care team bringing proper medication, monitoring you… it wasn’t until Ben had taken over as your primary and started running further tests that you were feeling antsy. Every time you tried to grab a nurse’s attention to be told what was happening, they were gone. Your movements felt slower than you could possibly process, which was the opposite of encouraging.

Finally, blue eyes return to the room again, looking over you and when they do, they’re filled with concern. It was beyond the type of concern a doctor has for their patient. Closer to that of a friend worried about someone they care about. Which, in reality, was what Ben is.

You hated that. Friend. Your friend was concerned for you. Not that you could have done much to change it. He’d been so busy as of late and with you holed up in your apartment, you couldn’t actively track him down, move to see him more. You’re getting far more attention than you’d bargained for now. “Ben…” His head pokes up at your voice, causing him to come to your side.

“Hello dear.” A comforting hand settles on your forearm, your hand laying on top of his. The most gentle of gazes falls over you. If you weren’t so sick and feeling weak - it would certainly make you feel that way. “What’s going on?” He seems to shrink at the question, eyes looking over your papers and avoiding your own. Hesitantly, he starts into something of an answer.

“I- Well, we’re working on it. I have my suspicions seeing that there is an increase-”

“Obi-Wan.” His attention turns back to you when you say his name. It’s almost like he forgot that you knew it. “Don’t drag it out.”

“All that matters is that you’re going to be alright.” He offers with a duck of his head in sincerity, paired with one of those meek smiles you’ve seen him offer when he’s unsure of himself. Your lips purse as a dry swallow passes in your throat. You can read him well, despite how little the two of you had been around one another as of lately.

“Don’t tell me everything’s alright. I don’t have to read your mind, you keep looking at me like I’m porcelain.” You spit it out a little harsher than intended, likely because your body is more focused on fighting whatever is causing the fever.

“I don’t know. We don't know. I have the lab rushing your blood tests, I’m hoping that we can find something there, but… right now there’s no cause to this fever of yours. All I can offer you is pain medication and more blankets.” The way his eyebrows furrow at the confession, you can tell this pains him more than he’s leading on. You’re okay with his answer, as it’s better than dancing around the delicate truth.

“It’s better than being in the dark.” You point out, clearing your throat, looking at him, fingers tracing over his skin. “You still owe me that date when I get out of here.” The reminder makes a smile flood over his lips.

“You’re making me work for it, aren’t you?” He teases, a light shake of his head. As you close your eyes, you nod, another difficult swallow moving through you. You can feel Ben’s hand move from your arm, a pointer finger pointing your chin upward. “Are you having difficulty swallowing right now?” He questions. You open your eyes to look at him, forming a response to him, but it doesn’t come. Instead a dizzying wave comes over you making your head droop, Ben holding your chin up, repeating your name, over and over - til you don’t hear anything.

When noise comes back to you, so does your vision as eyelids open again. Part of you feels refreshed, but the other part of you is still so cold, but you definitely have more strength. You notice that the TV is on, some form of a commercial for another dishwashing item. Your eyes are glued to the screen in a slight trance. Someone had to put this on, so curiosity leads you to wonder what was playing. A smile breaks out on your face, paired with a light giggle when Masterchef reruns start showing on the screen. The sentiment is definitely appreciated. Your eyes finally take a look around the room again to discover if anything changed since you were out. One change is the time, it’s around 2 in the afternoon, which means you slept for most of the morning. The next change is the weight of the IV tube in your hand. Looking at it, you can see there are at least three lines to separate liquids on the pole by your bed. You’re craning your neck to get a better look at what they are, but a nurse beats you to it, reciting them to you. “Saline, Acetaminophen and an antibiotic. Hydration, pain relief and medication. Dr. Kenobi got a little closer to what’s going on, as your labs came back with a higher white blood cell count, which means your body is fighting some form of infection. We drew another sample in order to determine what virus we’re looking at, but he’s running an antibiotic that should cover most of the ones he’s suspicious of.” They explain, giving you a nod. “How are we feeling?”

“Um, better, surprisingly. I’m still freezing but I don't think it’s from the fever this time.” You joke, laughing a little before they’re smiling and taking your temperature.

“It’s definitely going down, which could be from the pain medication. The antibiotics can take some time to do their thing, so I hope you’re comfy.” They offer before asking if there’s anything they can get you.

“Do you have any pudding?”

It takes almost six days for you to finally, finally feel like yourself again. Dr. Kenobi’s diagnosis had been correct, preliminary sepsis due to an infection from the procedure. A very low chance of occurring but as he’d said ‘you’re just incredibly lucky with that 1%’. In the week-long stay at the hospital, Ben had actually offered to go to your apartment to get some things to help you feel more comfortable - including some lounging clothes, snacks you liked far more than the hospital food (which you reminded him wasn’t as terrible as he thought it was. Breakfast food was actually wonderful) and your laptop so you could get some work done when you were feeling up to it. Not that you actually got any work done. You found yourself facetiming Ben over the dinner hour and watching movies on Netflix together. It took you some practice to get the timing just right, but it was far more comfortable than being alone.

He’d actually been the one to drive you home too. Seemed like he’d become your personal taxi service these days. “You should start Ubering. I feel like with how much you drive me around you’ve got the resume for it.” You’d teased, climbing out of the car - with his help. You were still crutch bound, but you’re beyond used to it at this point.

“Oh, the resume? The countless years of medical school and then ‘personal chauffeur’.”

“Obviously. You’re beyond skilled at it by now.” You hum, leading the way into the building, clicking the button to the lift. “But in all honesty, I really appreciate it. I owe you more than you know.” He enters the lobby with your bag over his shoulder, scrubs still on. He’d insisted on getting you home faster and changing would’ve taken forever. His words, not yours. Obi stands in front of you waiting for the elevator to get to the floor the two of you stand on.

“I would not worry about it, if I were you.” Obi-Wan shrugs before waving a hand in the air, gesturing to the open doors waiting for you. “But I am, between driving me, the cleaning of my apartment, the laundry-”

“Darling?” Suddenly his hand is gripping your chin with a delicate yet firm grip. Your eyes look into his, matching his gentle tone. Your stomach is doing so many flips you think you have to go back to the ER for nausea. “Don’t fret about it. Okay? I wanted to help, seeing you taken care of is enough reimbursement for me.” Kriff. You know he means well, but he certainly has a way of getting a point across.

“Okay.” You reassure him as the door opens to your floor. As you walk back to your apartment a thought pops in your head. “Oh my maker, how’s your roommate? I completely forgot to ask how he and his fiance are!” You speak the question and Ben’s face falters. You catch the brief glint of annoyance before it spins itself into a grin.

“They are well. They… are rather busy with all the plans they seem to have in place.” It seems like an uneasy topic, part of you is sorry you brought it up.

“Well that’s good.” With the door open to your place, you freeze when the lights come on. There’s balloons tied to chairs and lampposts, a cheap party banner strung across your TV with the words ‘Welcome Home’ in glittery font. Looking over your shoulder, you see the grin on his features.

“It was Padme’s idea. She picked out all the decorations, Anakin and I put them up.” He explains as he sets your bag in front of the door to your room. You give a pout while looking at him. “That was so sweet of you guys.” Ben chuckles as you outstretch your arms, waiting on a hug from him, which he’s happy to give you. Arms wrap around you tightly, giving you a moment of security before he lets go looking at you with a grin. “I’m sure you want to sleep in a bed that isn’t some flat piece of foam.” He offers up, looking at the balloons that sway in the air-conditioning. “You’re not entirely wrong.” You shrug, watching as he turns back to you with easy eyes. “You know since you’re home now, I think I owe you a date?” A blush fills your features at the reminder, followed by a small giggle as you mess with the gauze on your hand from the IV.

“I think you do too.” You grin as he moves to the doorway, watching him. “I take it that you are free tomorrow night?” He hums, leaning in the doorframe once the door is ajar. “Yeah let me check my calendar,” you point a thumb to your room jokingly, seeing his face fall you laugh. “I’m all yours tomorrow, Obi-Wan.”

“Wonderful. Expect me around 6:30 then.” He offers and you nod.

“It’s a date.”

Ben had warned you that your pain medication would cause drowsiness, but not that it would swiftly knock you out. You’d taken the first dose when you woke up in pain around 9 and were asleep until easily 2PM. A curse left you when you’d seen the time. You had no idea what you were going to wear, not to mention showering while performing a balancing act was not an easy feat.

As evidenced by the way you’d slipped and fallen in said shower. You’d most definitely bruised a few things, but luckily you were pretty okay. Aside from not being able to get back up. The tile was slick, and not being able to really move your leg much was hindering the process greatly. So, what had been your logical thought process? To call Ben.

It hadn’t been your first idea. However, getting to hour two of being in the shower meant the water was running cold and you were not waiting for him to come and pick you up to find you there. You kept reassuring yourself that he’d most definitely heard worse - or at least picked up worse people from their showers. Right? Plenty of old wrinkly people, gross, gross. You shook the vision from your head and were able to call Ben thanks to the voice command on your phone.

“Everything alright?” was the first question after greeting you. “Um.. I need some help.”

“With what? What’s that sound?” You squish your face tight as you confess. “My shower. I slipped and I can’t really get up…”

“I’ll be down in a minute. Where’s your spare key?”

You’d been astonished at how willing he’d been to come down. Part of you thought you’d have to bribe him with some form of reward. But then you’d remembered the elevator discussion from yesterday. So long as you were cared for.

The knock on the bathroom door doesn’t come long after he’s hung up. “Can I open the door a crack? I can’t really hear you through it.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine.” You see the door do just that - a small sliver of light coming from the hallway. “Okay, so Ben? There’s a robe in my room. It should be on the inside of the closet door.” With confirmation, he’s running off to locate it and back within moments. Soon, you’re instructing him with the layout of your bathroom so he could enter it with his eyes shut. His idea, not yours, and who are you to argue with a doctor?

Obi-Wan would then proceed to bruise his hip on your sink and smack his knee off the linen closet door you’d forgotten to shut. The small bathroom was filled with an echo of cold shower water and giggling and teasing between the two of you. Eventually, he gets the water off, you wrapped in the robe enough to open his eyes. “Damn, I had bet that this thing was neon pink.” He jokes, looking at the light yellow robe on your torso. “I give off hot pink vibes? Gross.” You’d responded as he’d helped you out the shower. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand gripping the wall for stability as he’d leant over. When you’re both back on your feet, your eyes meet. You’re dangerously close, both of you somewhat damp. Your hair is still dripping wet. “Ben.” You speak. He says your name in response. You reach up and push back damp strands of his hair that had gotten wet from your leaking shower faucet. “You’re a little wet.” The two of you laugh before he gets you to your room.

When you’re dressed again, you join him in the living room where he’s on the phone with someone. With one hand you’re drying your hair with a towel, the other gripping your crutch as he hangs up. “I hope you like jap-chae.” The blonde offers, your eyebrows furrowing.

“You ordered food? What happened to our date?” You question, tossing your towel to the bedroom and shutting the door as you come into the room further. Meanwhile he’s patting the couch beside him, letting you find a spot next to him, only for him to carefully guide your feet to his lap.

“I figured after all that you might want to stay in.” You smile at him, surprised that he’d been able to get that without you saying a word.

“You’re not entirely wrong.” You hum as he’s messing with the cast on your foot. “What’re you up to down there?”

“Checking for water damage.” When blue eyes glance up at you, you can tell he’s joking. “Here, hand me that jacket?” Turning your head, you see the article in question, on the back of the couch, pulling the denim over to him. He takes it, moving a hand to one pocket. Then to the other when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. Ben then retrieves a blue Sharpie marker from the pocket, taking the cap in his teeth and beginning to write on your cast.

“Hey!” You laugh, watching him as he speaks with the cap in his mouth.

“What? You’ve never seen people do this?” He quips, a pointed expression on his face. “You’re going to have this on for some time dear, it definitely needs a facelift.” Half the words he’s saying are lost in translation due to the plastic between his teeth. Though, eventually, he’s finished his work and is capping the pen again. You’re lifting it in an attempt to read it but eventually he reads it out. “I spent a week in the hospital and all I got was this cast.” He looks at you, clearly seeking approval and you simply laugh.

Around an hour later, the two of you sit with jap-chae in folding take out containers, still in the same position you’d been in earlier. But now, Ben is telling you stories of his residency years - all without disclosing names or anything that could reveal the patient - but certainly some wild ones. When the conversation begins to lull, you watch him for a while before setting down your now empty box on the coffee table. You cross your arms as he fills his mouth with another chopstick full of noodles. “When I asked about Anakin and Padme yesterday, you had a moment where you didn’t look… pleased.” Obi looks at you while sucking noodles through his lips, making you giggle. He shrugs, setting the carton in his lap.

“They.. It is really not fair to speak about it when they’re not here, but - “ he takes a sip from his water glass, setting it down again “they asked me to move out.” Your eyes shoot open wide.

“Wait, seriously?” Wracking your brain, you recall when Ben had told you about Anakin and the apartment. He can’t afford much more than what we currently pay, so I compromised. “I thought he couldn’t pay rent?” You aren’t afraid to ask the question. It was unfair of him to ask Obi-Wan to move out when the doctor was carrying most of the payment on the unit. You can see the way the topic is unsettling to him, but you know that if you don’t ask these types of questions, Ben would let the younger male walk all over him. He already was going out of his way for you, you couldn’t imagine how he treats someone he sees as a brother. Your guest shifts under your legs before he finally responds.

“Padme makes enough to cover the other half of the rent, and she was planning on moving in. They would need my room for the nursery.” The answer is curt, and you can already tell the emotions that have gone through him about the conversation. It was almost cruel.

“I see…” Your eyes start to linger to the door that sits across from your own bedroom door, before looking at him. “So are you going to do it?” Shifting again, he shrugs.

“I want the best for them. Especially if they’re starting a family and a new chapter of their lives.” The gaze you send him is one filled with compassion and amazement. He was truly such a gem to everyone he was around, you’re unsure if anyone had ever told him that. “So, I’m looking for places closer to the hospital, just to make the best out of a not stellar situation.” As he’s picking up his container again, you nudge him with your good foot, causing him to look at you.

“What if you didn’t have to leave the building?” You ask with a tilt to your head. Bushy brows furrow at you before you hum. “I just know someone who has a spare bedroom who could really use the roommate. Rent isn’t cheap and she keeps the place a pigsty half the time because she just had surgery…” You smirk as you hear the chuckle that leaves Ben as chopsticks play with his food some more.

“Oh yeah? She doesn’t happen to know a really handsome doctor I’m friends with, does she?” Blue eyes finally look back at you, only for you to throw your hands up in a shrug.

“No idea. We should get them in contact.” The two of you giggle and sit in the comfortable silence for a while before he gives you a straight answer. “I’ll think about it. Maybe when they’re closer to Padme’s due date and you’re closer to independence.” He mocks before bumping your cast.

“But Obi, I need the live-in nurse now, not later.” The grin on your face shows you’re joking. It was so kriffing easy to joke with him. Just being around him put you in such a great mood - what kind of benefits would it be if he’d moved in?

He tosses his empty carton to the table before looking at it with a sigh. “You know, despite how delicious this was, I do want to take you to an actual dinner at some point.” Smiling, you lean into your hand that’s propped on the back of the couch. “Yeah? I mean, I’m surprised, after basically seeing me naked, I would’ve thought you would’ve been long gone.” He shifts, taking one of your hands and looking up at you after kissing the back of it. “I’m not going anywhere, dear.”

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