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lovinpelova · 4 months

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stargirl | a. russo

summary; alessia plays really well against chelsea, so you reward her. [SMUT]

🎵 collide - justine skye

north london was officially red - once again.

a massive 4-1 win over chelsea proved that, beth opening the scoreline before amanda followed with a header, then alessia after making a perfectly timed run. but she wasn't stopping there, claiming a penalty from a miscommunication on chelsea's behalf and burying the ball confidently, arsenal's defense picking up afterwards to shut down all of chelsea's attacks when both teams started using substitutes. yourself being a gunner too meant you weren't able to properly congratulate your girlfriend as you were too busy delivering all you possibly could in midfield, victoria being a massive help as you both put down masterclasses alongside each other to aid in any mistakes that were made.

eventually the full-time whistle blew and a roar of applause soon followed, blues booing loudly or shaking their heads in defeat as gooners celebrated with singing and dancing. you shook hands with everyone and made your rounds of the chelsea team, saying they played well until the last second before running off to find victoria - your best friend - and jumping onto her back. you yelled in her ear as she flinched with a grin, looking back at you as you kissed her forehead sloppily before wrapping your arms around her neck whilst hoisting you up further onto her back.

"north london is red baby!"

"fuck yeah it is!"

you joked about with the dutchie for a couple more minutes with leah and beth joining in, loving how your childish sides came out around each other although you were both twenty-four and strictly professional when it came to anything else.

"beffy, i'm so proud of you!"

you wrapped your arm around her shoulders as she slung hers around your waist to pull you closer, kissing your temple affectionately whilst you all waved to fans and looked around in awe of the atmosphere.

"it's about bloody time i've scored here again."

the blonde joked, both of you laughing lightly before you felt a pair of hands grab your shoulders with a yell accompanying them, the accent telling you it was a certain left-back you couldn't help but adore.

"shit, mccabe you nearly gave me a heart attack then!"

"i'll be having a heart attack if she gets a yellow next game."

"we all know that's gonna happen."

katie retaliated, confirming she was planning on playing dirty against spurs like usual. you and beth rolled your eyes at her as she grinned in response, leah soon coming to take her away as viv did the same with beth, yourself turning around to spot alessia yelling your name and jogging after you.

"there's my stargirl!"

you opened your arms wide for her as she collapsed into them, stumbling for a couple moments before picking you up and spinning you around, yourself squealing in fear of her dropping you before she put you down and kissed your forehead affectionately. she wrapped her arm around your shoulders as yours went around her hips, head leaning against her to stay comfortable and in her hold whilst making your rounds of the pitch.

"you know that article i found yesterday? the one about me not scoring goals but making a bigger impact literally anywhere else on the pitch."

you scoffed at the italians petty tone but hummed in response anyways, not wanting to tell her you'd read it in your own time and there was nothing bad about it. all it was saying is that she wasn't a prolific goalscorer for the arsenal yet the same way stina or bunny or sam or rachel were and she made a bigger impact with her recovery rates, possession, passes and assists.

"i wonder how that writer is feeling right now."

"okay petty girl, calm down. i'm sure they didn't mean any harm by it."

you chuckled whilst placing your hand on alessias chest and lifting your head up, watching her look down at you with an unimpressed expression that quickly melted away when you kissed her cheek sweetly.

"plus, you woke up and told them 'hold my beer' today, didn't you?"

"guess i did. player of the match to prove it."

the striker lifted up her trophy and wiggled it in your face like a child excited about a new toy, a cheesy grin covering her face as you responded with a proud look.

"my stargirl."

you mumbled so only she could hear, a bright red blush covering her cheeks as she chuckled nervously and looked at the ground, thanking you shyly.

"come on then, lets get home."

alessia responded after she gained her confidence back, practically dragging you to the changing rooms as she was desperate for a shower and to get out of her dirty kit. music was blasting from the moment you both walked in, vic and noelle following closely behind as they egged you on to walk faster so they didn't miss out on the fun- so obviously you had to walk slower just to take the piss. after an hour or so of dancing to beths music choices you were packing up your matchday things alongside a couple of the other girls, majority already having left to go home or greet their family that had made the trip to watch.

whilst zipping up your back and searching for your boots you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, a familiar scent accompanying them as your girlfriend kissed along your neck sweetly. you quickly fell back into her embrace and held her arms there for a moment, turning your head to kiss her cheek before she spoke.

"i'll be waiting in the car for you babygirl."

"okay. won't be long beautiful."

alessia snuck in a peck to your lips before playfully smacking your bum as you scolded her, the italian out of your reach before you could retaliate and already on her way to your shared car. you looked around for your boots before finding them in vics cubby, looking at the woman unimpressed as she smiled sheepishly at you.

"it was leahs idea?"

she hopelessly tried to persuade with a shrug, yourself turning to the england captain as she smirked in response, quickly smacking you away when you went after her.

"hey, acl squad members are ruled out of catfights when in recovery! besides i thought it would be funny to see how much less distracts you."

"turns out you don't even notice someone sneaking your boots when you're loved up."

victoria explained before you retaliated to leahs teasing, holding out your boots for you as you took them from her.

"thank you vic, at least someone here has maturity- more than what can be said about you lee."

you grinned at the blonde as she scoffed in mock offence, sticking your tongue out at her before grabbing your things and heading out of the changing room after a final check for everything. spotting alessia waiting in your car you speed-walked over to get out of the cold, opening the backdoor and placing your things in with hers before settling in the passenger seat. even though alessia had very sadly departed with her beloved merc after the three-year lease she signed was up, she still insisted you be her passenger princess in your newly shared car.

"you take forever sometimes."

"vic and lee stole my boots! blame them."

you retorted as alessia laughed whilst pulling out of the parking lot to start the fairly short drive to your shared flat, staying in a comfortable silence until you collapsed on the couch after practically dumping your bags on the kitchen counter with a long sigh.

"that much of a shift in midfield, huh?"

"ugh, you don't even understand how hard jessie is to mark! it's like she channelled her inner iniesta today."

alessia sat down on the couch next to you and opened her arms wide, a shocked noise leaving her mouth when you moved to straddle her lap but she clearly wasn't complaining by the way her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. you kissed her deeply for a moment before she pulled away to peck your lips once more, responding to your rant about the canadian you went to ucla with a fair few years ago.

"but you played with her in the states so you know how to deal with her. you played well today baby, doesn't matter if jess challenged you 'cus you showed up on that pitch every moment we needed you. i'm so proud of you."

"speaking of people who played well today..."

the blonde groaned and threw her head back at your change of conversation topic, a small blush covering her face as she grinned up at you after moving her head to face you normally again.

"my stargirl got player of the match!"

"really? i didn't notice."

you smacked her chest lightly for the sarcasm before laughing together, your arms moving to wrap around her neck and pull her closer.

"you deserve a bigger reward than a small trophy for how you played today."

alessias eyebrows raised as you watched her lips curl up into a smirk, the grip on your hips tightening whilst she moved to sit up properly and adjust so she was more comfortable, suddenly far more interested in the conversation.

"oh yeah? like what?"

you bit your lip playfully whilst pretending to be in thought, humming lightly as she patiently waited for your answer, knowing what she wanted wasn't going to come without a little bit of teasing on your behalf.

"maybe you don't sleep on the couch tonight? wait no, that's too nice. you can lie with me until i fall asleep, then you come sleep on the couch."

"oh wow, that's a great deal. but..."

the italian trailed off suggestively, carefully moving so your back was pressed against the couch and she was above you, slowly kissing up your neck before she reached your ear.

"i do have a better idea. i think you'll like it too."

"hmm, i wonder what it could be?"

"you want me to show you?"

you grinned up at alessia as she smiled in response once you nodded your head, dipping down to kiss you passionately with her hands trailing underneath your shirt and tracing your toned stomach, your own moving up to tangle in her hair and tug on it lightly. the blonde groaned lowly as her hands impatiently trailed up towards your breasts, smiling into the kiss when you moaned softly once she started massaging them slowly, eventually pulling away to take off your shirt for you. she pulled hers off soon after and threw it across the room with yours, careless on where it landed as she leaned down to kiss you again with her hands moving towards your breasts to continue their movements, her hips readjusting in a way that told you to move your legs around her waist.

you quickly followed her silent command as she deepened the kiss, hands trailing across her muscular back as her lips moved down your neck and began sucking marks into your collarbone. your hips bucked up into hers as she gripped your thighs and pulled them tighter around her waist, wanting you as close as possible whilst you pushed her head further down towards your stomach. you felt her grin against your abs and scoffed at her cockiness, lightly slapping her muscular shoulder as she chuckled with you whilst kissing along your stomach, hands taking off your joggers slowly.

"less, please hurry up."

your girlfriend lifted her head up with one eyebrow raised, pulling off your joggers and throwing them carelessly across the living room, smirking down at your needy state with her fingers teasing the waistband of your underwear.

"what if i didn't?"

you looked up at her, unimpressed, crossing your arms over your chest as she mocked your moody expression.

"doghouse."

"okay, okay baby, you know i was just joking."

the blonde quickly apologised as you grinned victoriously, watching her shake her head in disbelief whilst pulling off your underwear and trailing kisses along your hipbones. alessia moved her lips across your thighs to leave her mark, dipping the tip of her tongue in the crevice of your thigh before lifting your legs over her shoulders, broad hands gripping your thighs without a problem as yours moved to tangle in her hair again. a gasp left your lips when she finally got to work, tongue licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before she fully dove in, flicking her tongue across your clit at a godly pace and smirking against your heat at the immediate moan you let out in response.

"alessia!"

you squealed in shock as she began sucking on your clit harshly, looking down to see her eyes already locked onto yours as you moaned at the sight. her veiny hands keeping your thighs in place, legs over her muscular shoulders and toned back as she buried her face into your pussy like you were her last meal, eyes boring into yours as she worked you towards your high. she trailed her tongue down to your entrance and dipped it in to test the waters, taking note of the way your back arched - a miniscule amount - but still enough that she noticed it from her position.

alessia moaned into your heat and pushed her head further down, nose bumping against your clit slightly if she moved enough with her tongue burying itself inside you, thrusting in and out the way her fingers would be if she didn't have those stupid nails on. she curled her tongue slightly upwards in an attempt to hit your g-spot, grazing over it and earning a broken moan with your hands tugging her hair to push her further into you. her eyes rolled back at the sensation of her hair being pulled at as she ate you out, loving the way you tasted and wanting so much more.

"alessia- so good baby keep going."

you murmured out breathlessly, her tongue coming out and flicking over your clit in all different directions and speeds to make your back arch inhumanely, a guttural moan leaving your throat as the italian tightened her grip on your thighs. if anyone told her she would be having you as her post-match meal she would've rushed home a lot sooner; alessia loved eating you out.

"m'gonna cum- god baby, i'm gonna cum!"

alessia picked up the pace of her tongue as much as she possibly could, flicking it back and forth before flattening it out against your heat completely and trailing back down to your entrance, teasing a couple times before moving to suck your clit into her mouth again. she moaned at the taste of your wetness all over her mouth, some of it trailing down her chin as her eyes rolled back with yours, your orgasm soon coming over you and flooding into her awaiting mouth.

the italian felt you whine and tug her hair gently when her tongue didn't let up, her thumbs stroking over your thighs gently as she looked into your eyes deeply and winked cockily, moving back to the task at hand as she closed them. your thighs tightened their grip around her head as she continued flicking her tongue over your puffy clit, moaning into your pussy as you already felt another orgasm coming.

"less- are you- oh god don't stop."

alessia felt your juices running down her chin with how lazy she was being, not caring if she missed any because she just wanted to taste your cum again. her jaw fell slack for a minute as she moaned shamelessly against your cunt, hips grinding down into the couch below with her eyes rolling back as she sloppily drove you towards your orgasm. she wasn't going to stop until she got another high out of you, that was her reward, she deserved it.

that and she was clearly pussy drunk.

who doesn't love a bit of messy head anyways, right?

your orgasm approached out of nowhere as you tugged on her hair with your thighs spasming against her face, the blonde gladly licking up your juices as they burst out into her awaiting mouth for the second time that night, cleaning you up carefully and stopping her hip movements after she realised what she was doing. she didn't care about herself, she needed to make sure you were okay after such intense orgasms so soon after the other.

"you okay-"

"take these off right now."

you demanded as your hands pushed her shoulders until she was laying on her back, the blonde caught offguard by your stern tone and desperate lips against hers but moving to take off her shorts anyways once you tugged at them to let her know what you wanted off.

"y/n/n i'm fine you don't have to-"

"less, i just watched you grind against the couch whilst eating me out because you're so horny. i'm gonna fuck you, okay?"

the blonde nodded her head shyly in response as you smiled down at her, watching her throw her clothes across the room whilst trailing your fingers down her stomach with your lips marking across her chest.

"plus, don't you think my stargirl deserves a special reward too?"

you teased before biting down on her earlobe carefully, chuckling at the breathy moan she let out when your fingers reached her heat and began gathering her arousal, trailing up to circle her clit whilst she desperately captured your lips with her own. her legs opened wider for you on instinct as you pushed a digit in and slowly began thrusting, curling it slightly to work her up as you brushed against her g-spot and prepared her for a second finger. she grasped at your shoulders hopelessly whilst attempting to keep up with the kiss, breathing and moaning heavily into your mouth once your thrusts gradually sped up.

"babygirl, i need more."

she whimpered desperately against your lips, pushing her waist up into your hand and groaning when your palm hit her clit at the perfect angle. your lips trailed lazy kisses down her neck whilst you slowly pushed in a second finger, moving back to slow thrusts as she adjusted to the stretch before speeding up again and curling your digits further, relishing in the moans she was shamelessly letting out.

"y/n/n- baby, just like that. god don't stop!"

alessia threw her head back as her thighs began to tighten around your waist, back arching lightly and nails digging into your shoulders as she repeatedly chanted your name, eyes closing in pleasure as her jaw slacked open once again.

"that feel good lessi? you like that?"

"yes, m'so close baby. oh god i'm gonna cum!"

the striker thrusted her hips up to meet your hand as she rode out her high, arms wrapping around your shoulders to pull you into a passionate kiss that she was uncontrollably moaning into. her back arched into your chest as you smiled against her lips at the pleasure she was experiencing, knowing she must have needed it judging by how fast she finished and the way her orgasm was still dragging out nearly a minute later with her hips still pushing against your fingers.

your girlfriend eventually calmed down from her high as you pulled your fingers out of her, quickly sucking them clean before she could move to do so herself and smirking at the way she bit her lip unconsciously.

"you okay?"

you asked thoughtfully, brushing some of alessias messy hair out of her face as she grinned up at you and nodded her head in response, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. chuckling at her state you got up and headed to the kitchen, getting her a glass of water and placing it beside her before collecting your clothes again, putting them on and helping her after noticing she was struggling to lift her legs.

"shut up."

she mumbled once she spotted your cocky grin, shoving your shoulder lightly before laying down again and opening her arms for you, sighing when she had you in her embrace and kissing the top of your head sweetly as you both fell asleep in each others arms.

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notsoattractivearenti · 7 months

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I'm All Yours (Mason Mount x Fem!Reader) 🔞

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (m receiving), curse and vulgar words. MINORS DNI

A/N: i think we all know why i wrote this one 🫣🤭 this was meant to be a fluff but somehow i started to write smutty lines and there was no turning back lmao blame mason. yes this is short, not proofread and i'm not good at writing smut btw so apologies in advance if this isn't decent 🫣 tho i hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 🫶🏻 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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After 5 weeks out because of the injury he picked up at the Spurs game in August, Mason was finally back on the field for a game against Crystal Palace for the EFL Cup. Throughout the recovery process, he was very determined to heal and get better than before because he didn’t like being away from the pitch for so long. All he wants is to give the new club and the fans the best performance – and getting injured was really upsetting for him, but he didn’t want to let it mess with his head. During his comeback game, he played really well during the first half before getting subbed off – he even did an assist from a corner kick which was perfectly finished by Casemiro with a header goal. Watching how he had gained his confidence back after injury and got to prove that he is a deserving addition to the team – unlike what some people said – made you feel even prouder than you’ve ever been of him.

When he went home after the game, he couldn’t stop telling you how good it felt to go back and win. He was also very happy he was able to make an assist, though he is now aiming for at least one goal for the next game.

“You know, Mase, the fans were very happy with how you played,” you told him with pride, “I’m delighted that you’re back, you were amazing.”

“Thank you, my love, I’ll keep trying to deliver. I’m going to give the best I can. For the fans, and most importantly you.” He smiled.

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Little did the fans know, he had an advertisement video with Nike Underwear – which had been prepared from a while ago – and now ready to be posted. After the incredible game he just had the day before, uploading the video felt like perfectly timed to treat his fans.

You weren’t present on the set when Mason and the Nike team shot the video, but you saw the pictures he had on his phone – for your benefit, he said teasingly. Since the first time he showed you those pictures, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his phone. You slowly and carefully checked them out one by one, zoomed them in and out because you didn’t want to miss every little detail.

“Fuck…” you panted.

“Mason… These are… Insanely hot.”

He was sitting next to you and noticed how your pupils were dilated, your breathing became heavy, and how you kept biting your lip – you were basically drooling over his pictures and he was really satisfied by your reaction.

“Uh, baby, you good?” He asked as he grinned cheekily.

“What?” You glanced at him for a second. “Oh, I...”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence. Those pictures just made you speechless – that man drove you crazy. And before you know it, you were feeling all hot and heavy and your pussy was dripping wet.

“Baby, I’m gonna need a minute…” You whimpered. “Now all that I think about is how bad I want to suck your dick and have your cum in my mouth. Thanks a lot, fucker.”

“Well…” he kissed your neck, then whispered in your ear, “I would very much love that.”

You looked at him and tried to make sure he really wanted you to give him a head. He assured you by unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N.”

You kissed him on the lips and immediately kneeled between his legs and started by rubbing his massive bulge to build up the arousal. Mason still had his boxers on, and when you felt his bulge became harder, you gently pulled them down.

The second his boxers came off, his dick was already fully erect and you couldn’t wait to have it inside your mouth. You started by spat on his hard dick and stroked it up and down. As your hand moved all over his dick, he bit his lip and let out a few moans.

“Mmm… Fuck… That feels good…”

You kept stroking and gave his dick tight squeezes a few times too.

“Y/N… Stop teasing, please…” He growled.

“Tell me what you want now, baby.”

“I want my cock… Inside your fucking mouth…” He begged.

You began by licking his dick up and down for a short while, then swirling your tongue on the tip. His breath hitched – the way your tongue felt around the head made his heart pound and he was feeling all flushed. You dipped your tongue into his slit, and he clenched both his fists and thighs.

“Ohhh… F-f-fuck…” He panted.

With your hand still stroking, you slowly put his dick deep into your mouth. You started moving up and down at a slow pace, and gradually changed your pace. As you engulfed his dick within your sloppy mouth, he gripped your hair and you were making eye contact with him which he loves so much – he always thinks the eye contact made the action a lot sexier and he isn’t wrong.

“Don’t stop, baby…” He bit back a moan.

The faster and deeper you went, the more intense the waves of pleasure he had. When you moaned, he could feel the vibration coming from your throat and it gave a sexy touch.

“Y/N…” he murmured, “I’m fucking close…”

The moment you heard him you sucked faster than before and his body began to shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut, soaking the pleasure in.

“Yeah, cum in my mouth.”

“I’m about to cu- ohhh…”

Suddenly, time stopped ticking and his vision faded to black. An explosion of pure bliss just hit and left him breathless. At that moment, he filled your mouth with his cum for you to swallow.

He lied on the bed and was breathing heavily, unable to speak even a word.

“Good fuck, Y/N,” he exhaled, “that was amazing.”

You got up and smiled, now about to clean up. “Mmhmm.”

As you cleaned up, you playfully asked him, “Mase, have you eaten a lot of fruits lately?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I think I have. Tasted sweet, didn’t it?”

You licked your lips – which were still covered with his cum – and nodded in agreement. “Love it.”

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When the advertisement video was ready, he showed it to you before it got uploaded.

“Woah, you’re going to post this with no warning?” You jokingly asked.

“Yeah, no… Why?” He was confused for a moment.

“Mase, you do know how people are going to react, right? You’re literally wearing nothing but underwear and they can see your bulge? They’re going to go crazy, my love.”

He finally understood why and chuckled.

“Oh baby… I surely don’t mind.” He winked.

“Ugh, please.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he stood in front of you and gently lifted up your chin, “you are the only one who gets to see and experience the whole show whenever you want to.”

He gave you little kisses starting from your forehead, nose, cheeks then a big one on your lips.

“Just so you know,” he added, “I’m all yours, Y/N.”

You blushed and laughed when you heard him say what he said.

“Mmm… Lucky me.”

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bbangsoul · 4 months

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"how are you enjoying england?"

codina, thinking of the time she pushed a spurs player's head into the ball to force a header own goal in a NLD game: I'm enjoying the culture

#arsenal wfc #laia codina

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little-diable · 11 months

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Tangled Faith - Tommy Shelby 2/4

Thank you for the love on the first part of this, I can't wait to hear what y'all think about this chapter. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader, a female pastor, takes over the Catholic Church in Tommy's part of the city, so, it doesn't take long for her and Tommy to cross paths. Even though she tries to stay out of his business, Tommy can't help but notice that something seems off about the woman.

Warnings: 18+, lots of tension and almost smut, mentions weapons, blood, arson, threats, religious connotations

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female pastor reader (2.3k words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

Part One Part Three

The Garrison was packed, loud chatter filled the place, a sound so uneasy, (y/n)’s body begged her to turn around and leave. But her curiosity spurred her on, forcing the woman further into the pub, eyes searching for a familiar pair of blue ones. Her hands tightened their grip on her black coat, covering the dark suit she wore, finding comfort in wearing the black fabric, one with the shadows she chased.

It didn’t take her long to find the man who was already looking at her with an intense gaze, cigarette placed between his pale lips, hand wrapped around a glass. Her steps carried her closer towards Tommy Shelby, not breaking eye contact, not even as she noticed another man standing next to him, face graced by a prominent moustache. Only as she came to a halt in front of Tommy did she allow her eyes to meet the curious ones of the other man, nodding at him.

“I followed your invite, like you asked me to. Did you make up your mind?” Her words were met with a laugh bubbling out of the other man, eyes flickering between the two.

“Aye, would you look at that, you must be the new pastor. I’m Arthur Shelby.” (Y/n)’s eyes flickered down to the hand he reached out for her to shake, a test perhaps, a trick to toy with the woman, but she didn’t move, hands pressed against the fabric of her coat. It took Arthur a moment to lower his hand, irritated eyes finding their way back to Tommy’s piercing ones.

“Get her something to drink, Arthur, there are things we need to discuss.” Without speaking another word, (y/n) took the glass Arthur reached out for her to take before she followed Tommy through the pub, pushing past men and women that studied the three of them with curious eyes, nosy bystanders that studied the woman that wore a black suit. She didn’t fit, an outsider that stood out amongst the crowd of drinking and smoking people, a threat to their families and their business, at least that’s what her demeanour led them to believe.

They entered another room, an empty room that finally allowed her tense shoulders to relax, and her ears to stop ringing. She watched the two men sit down, making themselves comfortable in chairs they’ve sat in numerous times before, pointing towards an empty one. No word dared to pass her lips, waiting for them to speak up, hand tightening its grip on her glass filled with brown liquor.

“You’re an intelligent woman, you know that there’s no way out of us working together. There’s no use in running from a deal, it will happen either way.” Tommy’s voice broke the silence, forcing a scoff from (y/n). She took a sip of the liquor, eyes closing in on Tommy who studied her as if she was an experiment of his, a body that had been granted life on this very earth. Tommy looked at her as if he was the creator of all things surrounding them, a higher power only those fortunate enough could even dare to think of crossing paths with. “So, here’s how this will go: we will keep on using the church’s cellar as a depot or so to speak. And you will be protected by us.”

“Protection is what you offer me? For hiding your drugs? Protection from what or who, Mister Shelby?” Her voice had a teasing undertone to it, an undertone that could easily be mistaken by those that didn’t pick up on the anger flaring up in her pupils, set on burning whoever dared to touch her to the ground.

“Whoever may threaten you and the church.” (Y/n) drowned the last gulp of her drink, setting the glass down on the table with a humourless laugh rumbling through her. She rose to her feet, hands buried in the pockets of her heavy coat.

“You’re the only one threatening me and my church. There will be no deal between us, certainly not for hiding drugs. I’d advise you to find another hideout, don’t think of approaching me with a pathetic offer like that ever again. Have a good evening, gentlemen.” She disappeared from the room before either Tommy or Arthur could speak up, staring at the place where she had been standing just moments ago. (Y/n) pushed her way out of the Garrison, deeply exhaling as she was met with the chilly evening air, finding comfort in the darkness that was lingering in the streets. With her eyes set ahead, (y/n) made her way back to the church, replaying the past moments in her head over and over again, unable to stop thinking of the intense gaze Tommy had shared with her.

Her moment of distraction was used by those that approached her from behind, covering her mouth with a gloved hand to pull her into a sidestreet. She tossed in the man’s grasp, wide eyes focusing on the features of a man she hadn’t seen before. (Y/n) was pushed against the nearest wall, skin scraping along the cold surface.

“Luca Changretta sends his greetings. Take this as a warning, pastor, if you are seen with the Shelbys again, he will kill you.” The man’s voice had a strange twang to it, a minor detail she couldn’t help but focus on, even as she felt a cold blade being pressed against her throat. The point of the knife moved along her throat, toying with the cross necklace dangling from her neck, mouth still covered by the man’s hand. An angry scream threatened to claw through (y/n), though before she could even try to rip herself free again, a fist was buried in her stomach, forcing her to topple over.

Her palm met the cold ground, trying to catch herself before she’d collapse. Tears blurred her vision, angry tears that dripped down her warm cheeks. Before she could use her now free hands, wanting to reach for the knife strapped to her calf, the men disappeared in the shadows. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close in a desperate try to catch her breath, leaning against the wall for some support.

“It seems like you need our protection after all.” Her eyes shot open to find a pair of familiar blue ones, the mere sight of Tommy Shelby forced a groan out of her, allowing her eyes to close once again. Tommy stepped closer, carefully helping her back to her feet, not daring to let go. (Y/n) watched his gun disappear back in its holster before Tommy slung his arm around her waist, wordlessly guiding her through the streets.

“Keys?” Tommy murmured the words as they came to a halt in front of the church, taking the key (y/n) pulled from her coat with a groan, watching him unlock the side door of the church, helping her inside. An almost eerie silence engulfed the two as he helped her into her bedroom, placing her down on the worn out mattress she had to sleep on. For a few moments all Tommy did was stare at her, as if he was giving her the chance to speak another spiteful phrase, to push him away from her, but she kept quiet, wordlessly begging him to help her out.

Her coat was carefully pulled off her body, hands moving closer to her blouse, though stopped halfway by her cold ones. Their eyes met as (y/n)’s hands found his, shaking her head, not daring to cross that line just yet. Tommy’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes flickering down to her bleeding palm.

“We need to clean your wound, where’s the bathroom?” With a sigh leaving her, (y/n) pointed towards her bathroom, torn between her annoyance directed at Tommy, and the anger she felt towards those that had dared to threaten her. Tommy returned moments later with a wet cloth, carefully taking her hand in his to clean her palm. His eyes searched hers, trying to focus on the emotions swimming in her pupils, unable to tell what she was feeling. “The Italians are our problem, and since you’ve been seen with me, they’re now also your problem.”

The cloth found its way to her bedside table, no longer focused on as Tommy towered over her. He reached for her chin, forcing (y/n) to keep on looking at him as he kept talking, “You need to get over your pride, and give in. I can’t protect you otherwise.”

“I don’t need your protection. I was distracted, which they’ve seemed to pick up on, I won’t make the same mistake twice.” She rose to her feet, not liking the way Tommy stared at her, clearly using his position to talk down on her, making her feel the power he held over her. One of his hands found her waist, keeping her close as the other pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. She felt his breath teasing her lips, making her heart roar in her chest, unable to bite down the wave of longing he shot through her, a longing she had buried years ago, not daring to give into the carnal need.

Something seemed to guide them closer together, eyes focusing on their lips, begging them to close the distance between them. The tension between the two of them was palpable, growing with every passing second, a tension that turned into a crackling wildfire as Tommy closed the distance between them. It took (y/n) a second to snap into motion, hand finding his neck to keep him close, lips moving in sync with his.

The kiss wasn’t rushed and yet it was fueled by a passion neither Tommy nor (y/n) had ever felt before. A groan ripped through him as she bit down on his lip, allowing his tongue to meet hers, tasting the cigarettes and alcohol he had fostered for the past hour. Their bodies seemed to complement each other perfectly, guided back towards her bed, forcing her back down with Tommy towering over her. They didn’t break the kiss once, not as his hands were finally allowed to work on her blouse, not as he ground his clothed bulge against her core.

A moan clawed through (y/n) as Tommy kissed his way down her throat, sucking marks into her skin as if he was claiming her for all demons and angels to see, one with the creator of all life, proving his power once again. But before he could free her of her clothes, needing to feel her naked skin pressed against his, (y/n) seemed to snap out of her trance, pushing him away from her.

Both were heavily breathing, staring at one another with wide eyes. She rose from her bed, fingers working on buttoning her blouse once again, chasing the distance between them. Slowly he rose to his feet, eyes following her every step, not understanding what had just happened to force her away from him.

“There will be no deal, and I certainly won’t be another woman for you to own. Leave my church, and let me promise you something, Tommy Shelby, if you ever dare to step foot into my church again, I will kill you.”

……

Hours ago (y/n) had forced Tommy to leave the church, cold stone eyes watching the man’s every move as if she was God, knowing every thought that ran through the man’s mind. It was an easy game, a game both Tommy and (y/n) seem to lose, guided by their emotions rather than their rational thoughts.

Now, a day after parting from him, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder why she had given in, something had forced her body closer towards his, needing to feel his hands on her like holy water freeing a sinner of their wrongdoing. The poison only an exorcist could free one of, but there was no exorcist around, no man of God that could free her from the spell Tommy Shelby had casted upon her.

“Help!” The sound of somebody calling for her ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, storming out of her office and into the hallway. Her eyes were forced to focus on a burning confessionary, watching the flames dance higher. (Y/n)’s body was drawn closer to the flames, helping the nuns that tried to tame the fire with water. Due to their distraction the women didn’t pick up on the spreading fire on the other end of the hallway, taking over the first benches.

“Pastor!” (Y/n)’s head snapped towards a young nun, trapped near the altar, begging for somebody to come and rescue her. The pastor’s body seemed to trust her instincts, not waiting for her thoughts to guide her but rather for her feet to carry her towards the crying nun.

“Take my hand, sister.” (Y/n) helped the nun over the benches, guiding her towards the other nuns, shouting commands for them to leave the church. The sound of roaring sirens echoed through the night. Sounds (y/n) couldn’t focus on as she was drowning in waves of anger, pushing through her body faster than any fire could spread. There was no doubt in her mind, she knew who did this, knew who would be petty like this – because of an ignored deal, men that were just as greedy as those she had been running from.

(Y/n)’s hands were carbon black, face covered just as much, but she didn’t allow herself to rest, pushing past the crying nuns, the men that tried to tame the flames, and a curious crowd of bystanders. Her feet forced her to walk faster, making her way towards the pub she had visited yesterday evening. Anger filled every pore of her body, the only emotion she was currently running on, trying to blink away the tears welling up in her eyes.

She forced herself to enter the Garrison, wide eyes moving around the pub, ignoring those that stared at her with wild gazes. Her eyes zoned in on the blue eyed devil, storming towards him as his frown deepened, rising to her feet before she could reach him.

“How dare you set my church ablaze. Are you that petty? Are you that bitter? Just because I didn’t sign your deal? You can be glad nobody died, otherwise I’d shoot you right here, right now.”

#Tommy Shelby smut #tangled faith #Tommy Shelby imagine

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ephiesoul · 6 months

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I just wanna point out that your pfp and header looks absolutely adorable!! 🩷🩷🩷

So CUTE!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Thanks so much! 💜 I missed having a purple aesthetic theme, so this was kinda spur of the moment. But turned out a look cuter than I was expecting :3

#chibi #fanart #chibi art #art #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #Gojo satoru fanart #pfp

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choicesficwriterscreations · 8 months

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Question on AI Policy

Hey All! This was sent to one of our personal accounts, but since it is a CFWC item, we prefer to answer here.

To begin with, this situation has been quite distressing for us. We don't run CFWC for our own benefit; it exists for the Choices fandom. We want every story, all ships, and each person to feel included. We want to spur creativity, promote creators, connect fandom members, highlight events, and, hopefully, keep our small fandom going as our numbers dwindle. The idea of CFWC becoming a lightning rod for drama or division within the fandom honestly makes us sick. With that in mind:

What we're about to state is our opinion, and we stand firmly by it. We understand some will share our views while others will not. But we ask for everyone to please be respectful of one another. We can disagree and still be respectful.

Utilize unfollow, block tags, or even block blogs if you must. But do not use this as an excuse to hurt others, and, as always, if you're thinking of sending anon hate... don't.

We first addressed our blog's policy on AI-generated works a few months ago when an AI-created fanfic was submitted. Our answer was and remains an emphatic no.

Fandom writers spend hours upon hours creating. They put their hearts and souls into their work. That is creating, and that's what we're here to support. AI-generated stories are the antithesis of that, and we will never knowingly support them.

Our opinion does not change when it comes to visual arts. We are proud of the talented artists in our community who share their talents with us. They also put in their time, love, and labor to bring their creations to life.

We can not in good conscience support our creators while simultaneously supporting AI-generated works.

It's stealing. It diminishes the contributions of artists. It's making it more difficult for creators to earn a living. (Just look at Hollywood for examples.)

We understand the appeal. It's easy, it's fast, it's inexpensive, it's tempting. Hell, we'd love to illustrate our entire HCs from beginning to end, and this would be a way to do it. But it's grossly unfair to creators.

We love baseball and car analogies, so here is one of the latter. If we want a new car, but it's not in the budget, stealing one is not an option. It's an oversimplification of the AI issue, but we are applying the same logic here.

But the question is addressing PFPs.

Bedgudginly, we will share works of creators with AI PFPs as long as nothing in the work that we are reblogging/highlighting contains AI-generated imagery or words. This includes AI imagery used in headers or moodboards accompanying fiction.

Our decision is not based on our preference or what we feel is "best." It's based solely on our administrative limitations and desire to remain outside of fandom issues.

We're well aware that a creator could submit a work with a PFP and change it to a PFP with AI imagery after we reblog it. We don't have the time, manpower, energy, or desire to become fandom police.

Nor do we want other fandom members reporting creators we've shared (be it one week or three years ago) who have changed to AI-generated PFPs.

I hope you can see the dilemma this would create for us. We would prefer if creators didn't use AI-generated material at all. Our decision is based solely on the limitations we face.

As always, please send us an ask with any questions - or you can message @jerzwriter or @lucy-268

#playchoices #choices the stories you play #choices fanart #choices fanfic #playchoices fanart #playchoices fanfic #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #cfwc art of the week #ai generated #ai writing #ai artwork

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I Love You Too (Jana Fernandez x USWNT Reader)

As you are about to walk out of the tunnel you look to your right and see her. You've been on this journey together for what felt like forever but after getting past the Netherlands, Australia, and Canada you now play your girlfriend in the final of the 2024 Olympics.

You and Jana first met in 2018 at the U-17 FIFA Women's World Cup. It happened when you ran into her in your hotel that the two teams were sharing. Jana had told you to keep your head up after a loss in the group stage that would knock your team out of the tournament while you told her good luck for the knockout stages. Neither of you talked for a while until you sent congratulations into her DMs after seeing that they had gone on to win the tournament with her playing in every game. Our relationship spurred on from there in the way that we would call and facetime each other any time we had a chance or even fly to see each other when we got a break in our seasons.

The relationship only became official after being best friends for two years when you surprised her by finally moving clubs to Barcelona and asking her to be your girlfriend. Your families, friends, and teammates knew but the world didn't. Although, there were a few rumors after the number of times you two were seen together. You moved in together after about a year and a half, but now you are both standing next to each other getting ready to go head to head.

Christen pats you on the shoulder from behind you as both teams begin walking out of the tunnel. You give high fives to all of your teammates as you line up for the anthem. After both anthems, you send good luck to all of your Barca teammates as they pass by and Jana, who gives you a wink and your hand an extra squeeze. Your team takes the starting 11 picture then heads out to the pitch ready to go.

"Welcome to the 2024 Olympic Gold Medal Final. This match is the one we've all been waiting for. These two teams have been on fire all tournament and have shown that they both deserve to be here. Something to watch for is the young star Y/N L/N for the US, she has scored in almost every match of this tournament. As for Spain, the US will definitely need to watch out for Alexia Putellas we all know how good she is and she has been just outstanding this tournament. It'll be a real battle between these two teams tonight and I can't wait to see how it plays out."

"Oh and it's an early goal for Spain by Lucía García in the 9th minute! The United States just looked a bit confused there. It was a really good build-up and finish by Spain. The US are going to need to figure somethings out there."

"What a finish and the US are back in it after only 8 minutes! Really well done by Y/N L/N to just touch it by a sliding Mapi León and send it top corner. Nothing the keeper can really do there."

"After one half of play, we are all tied up. And what a half it was, both teams showed some real strengths. Spain started out on the front foot but the US were able to crawl their way back into it. After that second goal, the game has been back and forth but no one was able to put the ball across the line. We'll see what the second half can bring."

"And it's Spain again! Scoring the first goal of the half and putting themselves up 2-1 over the number 1 ranked team in the world. Who other than Alexia Putellas as well. She's been a rock for this Spanish team all tournament, but let's see what this US side can bring for the next 34 minutes."

"SHE DOES IT AGAIN! Y/N L/N in the 62nd. Answering Spain after just 6 minutes bringing us back level again 2-2. What a game she's had tonight!"

"Oh that'll be a heartbreaker for the US. A mistake in the back causing another goal for the world-renowned Alexia Putellas. Unlucky for the US there but they're going to have to be better if they want to win this game."

"OH MY GOODNESS Y/N L/N TO KEEP HER TEAM IN IT AT THE LAST MINUTE! The diving header off Tobin Heath's cross was just perfect. The fans in the stadium are going crazy as are her teammates on the bench. What a game! It's a hattrick for her and folks it looks like we're heading to extra time."

"With all the action in this game, there were no other goals in extra time leaving us at 3-3 for the night when heading into penalty kicks. It seems both teams have already decided their lineup for the penalties, Spain's being Mariona Caldentey, Jennifer Hermoso, Irene Paredes, Lucía García, and Alexia Putellas. The US have gone with Megan Rapinoe, Alex Morgan, Rose Lavelle, Christen Press, and Y/N L/N."

"Mariona Caldentey steps up to take it and finishes. It was a well-placed ball no way the keeper could get to it."

"Rapinoe for the United States and she scores. Megan Rapinoe with another well-taken penalty for the US."

"Jenni Hermoso scores for Spain. Naeher was close but couldn't get a finger to that one."

"It's a goal for Alex Morgan. She'll be happy will that one for sure."

"Irene Paredes for Spain and ITS SAVED! Not the best kick but Naeher guessed the right way and was able to punch it away giving an upper hand to the Americans."

"Lavelle to take it and OH MY WHAT A SAVE BY PAÑOS! Now it's back to Spain."

"Lucía García smashes it home with a great strike."

"The US need to score this one here and they do it's Christen Press. Let's see if we can find a winner with these final two penalties here."

"One of the best in the world, Alexia Putellas to take the 5th kick for Spain can she score here? YES SHE CAN! Her teammates love it so does this stadium, now it's all onto Y/N."

"If she can score here her team stays in it, if she can't then Spain will become Gold Medalist for the first time in women's football history. Y/N L/N shoots and SHES MISSED IT! It hit off the post! SPAIN WIN!! SPAIN WIN!"

You covered your face in disappointment. Hearing the Spanish team run toward their keeper you walked over toward the advertisement board to get out of the way, sliding down the side of it, and leaning up against it trying not to let your tears fall. Everything you had worked for was right in front of you and you let it slip away.

You soon felt a pair of soft hands remove yours from their place on your head. Looking up into her deep brown eyes you sensed her sympathy for you after a game of such highs and lows. As dejected as you were, you couldn't help but feel happy for her knowing how much this meant to her.

"I'm sorry", Jana started to say before you cut her off shaking your head.

"I'm so proud of you and you deserve every bit of this so enjoy it and congratulations, but I don't want to talk about it right now especially to you after you just beat me. I just need a little bit of time to think but I'll call you later. Go have fun okay?" You say with your voice shaky. You begin to walk away as you finish but she grabs your wrist pulling you back into her arms.

Your body immediately relaxes into hers as she wraps her arms around you telling you it's okay to be upset and cry.

"I love you and I'm so proud of you no matter what. Don't beat yourself up too much about it okay? Give yourself 24 hours to be upset and mad or feel any way you want to feel about it but after that start to move on, set new goals, and be ready to improve. I'll help you with whatever you need. You're a great player, everyone knows that, if they didn't then they saw it tonight. One shot does not make or break your career, " she pulled away making eye contact with you. You nodded and thanked her.

"Are you gonna be okay if I go?", She asked looking over towards her team.

"Yeah, you go, have the time of your life."

"I love you", she smiled.

"I love you too. Always", She pecked your lips before jogging over to join the celebrations.

You smiled slightly knowing that the fans were going to have a field day with that kiss.

#woso imagine #uswnt #uswnt imagine #woso #jana fernandez #fcb femeni #uswnt x reader #espwnt imagine #spain wnt #woso x reader #spain wnt x reader

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undertalethingems · 1 year

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Dude your little header image is absolutely fantastic to look at, the colours are so lovely

this is not exactly a question but hey just thought I’d just throw that there!

Heheh, thank you! A lot of people seem to like it, and that's nice to hear about what was a very spur-of-the-moment piece ^^

#Oh no! A genuine compliment!!#Undertalethingems chats

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lee-kangin · 4 months

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positives today are alejo’s debut goal and hopefully the beginning of him getting more mins, levy knowing he will face the wrath of every spurs fan on the plane if he doesn’t finagle a deal for a cb, a beautiful daddy davies header, vicario cementing himself as the best keeper itw, and passion from the team (even though for some reason it only came in the last 20 mins)

#and also arsenal losing rn WORD ☝🏾#eh we go again. coys 🫂

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asimplearchivist · 2 years

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𝓒𝓗. 𝓘 — [𓅘𓏏] (‘𝓷𝓗𝓽’ | 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu hasn’t blessed a child’s conception in centuries. a sincere young woman afflicted by unfortunate circumstances manages to turn his head. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 9.4k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ um...hello. not me sliding into the pigeon-fucker category at light-speed after hearing his voice the first time. (lying. it’s totally me.) ⤏ this fic was inspired by half-asleep musings at how khonshu would interact with a child, and it quickly devolved from there into a series of vignettes that has given me much more serotonin than a literal mummified birdman should ever have the right nor ability to. ⤏ he’ll definitely be ooc but that’s only because this is the version of khonshu that lives rent free in my brain. (also I promise this ri is not a crybaby. just a lot of shit happens at first and it gets a lot worse before it gets better. plus hormones are a bitch.) ⤏ enjoy. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

Khonshu did not typically observe mortals with whom he had no direct interaction; his avatars were normally the only ones to whom he would speak, and he was invisible to the rest of humanity without expending precious energy to project himself fully into the physical realm. It was easiest on nights when the moon was fullest—but even still, doing so cost power he could scarcely afford to waste, given his separation from the rest of the Ennead and their shared domain. He mostly turned his attention to more important matters than the mundanity of common people who did not need his protection.

Not many mortals, especially outside of Egypt, knew about the Ennead in the present day, and even fewer knew about himself and what he represented—a comparatively microscopic fraction of those actually believed in the Ennead anymore outside strictly academic study, as advanced as their science and reason had become in light of faith towards the intangible powers that were. Thus Khonshu received very little power from the mortals themselves; it was partly why his semi-coalescent state appeared as deteriorated as it did. Relying upon the moon from which to draw his power was taxing at best, and the lack of devotion certainly didn't help.

Threads of dedication bound him to those precious few who did indeed call upon his name for the blessings he offered—protection was the most common, as scarce as it was, and vengeance often spurred him (and thus his avatar) to immediate action when his devoted faithful were wronged in any way. The tethers remained dormant most of the time and Khonshu was quick to address them whenever they did reawaken. New threads would appear occasionally, usually in the passing down of tradition from a parent to a child.

It was this reason that made the prayers of the faithful—even those ignorant to their intentions—that much more potent. It gave him an influx of power that he could scarcely contain, lasting for days at a time. Even passing, thoughtless, lofted pleas for assistance with no specific designation towards their recipient caught his attention. Often he blessed them because no other lunar deity would, too prideful to lay claim to the nameless, half-minded prayers. Khonshu had little other choice.

It was in this way that he found you—by pure, unanticipated happenstance.

The whisper tugged at him, nudging against his greater consciousness like the brush of a hand along his spine. The night was waning, the moon was beginning to descend as the sun caused the edges of the horizon to blush, and his avatar trudged through the balcony entrance to collapse face-first, already half-asleep, into the rumpled bed. The armor dissipated with the quietest susurrations of gauze over flesh, and that designated portion of Khonshu's power returned to him in a steady trickle. He ignored the sound at first, forcing the sliding glass door shut and locking it with short, pronounced gusts of air—this human would get killed from negligence, he knew, due to insufferable forgetfulness. It would serve Khonshu little good to have another avatar die so soon after the last, and this neighborhood wasn't the safest.

The weeping was what turned his head.

Plaintive, sincere heartache thrummed along the link steadily winding around his inner being, like white flaxen thread, coiling tighter and tighter until Khonshu could no longer ignore it—not quite sound, but vibrations that resonated like the echo of the more acute feelings stifled by distance. It was a fist lodged inside his chest, clenching, unyielding even while shaky, measured breaths passed through a clamped throat.

Khonshu slipped out of his tentative, semi-physical state, leaving his avatar to sleep the precious few hours before the day's work would begin, and followed the inexorable draw all the way across the Atlantic in the blink of an eye. London stood tall and winked in the clinging dark, midnight cast in a silvery hue from the moonlight streaming down from between the murky, gray clouds. The crescent moon was nearly spilling with light, full in its glow. The majority of the city was sleeping, but he could sense the nocturnal portion of the population still active in different pockets. Khonshu descended where the thread grew taught, settling upon the roof's edge of a hospital's side building, knee propping the arm curled around his staff as the other leg dangled. Ambulances wailed at his back closer to the reception for the ER and EMTs shouted at each other about the unfortunate victim of an automobile accident, but he paid them no mind. The perpetrator had been negligent, and those inside the opposing vehicle he'd struck with his own were only mildly rattled.

Out in the parking lot of the laboratory, the streetlights scarcely illuminated the scarce amount of vehicles scattered around the tarmac. He tipped his head down to peer into a vehicle that looked too old to be road-worthy, the paint faint and peeling, the tires bald and dry. He sat at such an angle that the driver's arms and lap were plainly visible, but her face was hidden. He focused on her trembling hands, the crumpled sheet clutched in her fingers and the teardrops dampening the paper, and leaned forward. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs that rippled through the tether, one golden-ringed hand lifting to smother the sounds he could only feel spilling from her clenched jaw.

No words were uttered—couldn't be, with the intensity of emotion gripping the young woman—but Khonshu could feel the crests of the tumultuous thoughts inside her mind. Typhoons of grief, cyclones of despair, and shockingly potent spearpoints of self-hatred crested and crashed, making her shake in their wake. He could sense the source of her hysteria without any degree of difficulty, as an image of the hospital's nursery filled with swaddled babes sleeping under warming lamps reared embittered and vile like a viper's bite in the back of her mind.

Her crying intensified in response, unadulterated want squeezing her from the inside, and Khonshu slipped off the edge of the roof to rest on the windowsill one story down to get a closer look.

'Test results negative.'

Ah. Khonshu laid his staff across his lap, arms folding over his thighs. He skimmed through the young woman's immediate memories, humming quietly to himself at the flashes of matrimony, of flying overseas, of making a home. Her husband wanted children more than anything, and she wanted to give them to him—today marked two years of continuous trying. Troubles in her marriage had festered to a breaking point in that time—a rotten combination of occupational complications, interpersonal tensions caused by perceived envy, and constant disappointments—and she was terrified of the looming outcome of the results for this "one last try".

Khonshu watched as she wiped the sticky trails of tears from her cheeks, sucking in a series of deep breaths in an attempt to control her emotions. She folded the damaged sheet carefully, tucking it into her purse in the passenger seat, then turned the key over. The vehicle sputtered and smoked and refused to start.

God, he felt, a punch right to his gut. Can this night get any worse?

Khonshu sensed her pain. A long, unforgiving day in the maternity ward, assisting new mothers in birth, filling in for vacancies made by other nurses who failed to arrive for their shifts by working late into the evening. The nursery used to be her respite, her haven of quiet and calm, but the jealous, caustic streak that had long grown lodged under her rib worsened it all. Receiving the blood test results from the sympathetic, knowing laboratory technician after clocking out had sealed the sarcophagus, so to speak.

He had dealt with many ailing, aspiring mothers throughout time. He had stimulated livestock to produce in times of hardship, and he had promoted many births for just, sincere couples desiring families—countless babes were conceived on nights like this one, with bright crescent moons, many of whom had been named after him in gratitude. It was an ability that had always delighted Tawaret to no end, and she had always thanked him profusely for his contributions—but that was before his banishment. He hadn't much cared for the sponsorship of new lives when so many of them grew up to incur his wrath, and what kindness and mercy he'd once had was limited. His exuberant efforts to better the mortal’s lives had reduced him to a shell of what he'd used to be, and though he still dedicated his existence to protecting the innocents, he had little tolerance for anyone else.

This young woman, however…

Khonshu's fingers tightened around his staff, watching her drop her forehead against the steering wheel and let out a short, shrill shriek of frustration—this he heard, piercing his skull and resonating like a broken, plucked string. He winced and slipped from the building altogether to approach the vehicle in a slow, cautious stride.

The bags under her eyes were startling, dark against the otherwise healthy tone of her skin, and the red streaking in her sclerae proved how long she'd been upset—held tightly in the base of her throat until she'd enclosed herself in the semi-privacy of her vehicle. Her knuckles were white around the steering wheel, her face scrunched into a pitiful, agonized expression.

She was a protector and a healer of those most vulnerable in the night, often taking the late shifts to monitor the health of her newborn charges, as well as their weary, recovering mothers. She was an extension of himself and his dogma, even if she was unaware of it. Perhaps this was why her distress had drawn him so strongly.

Khonshu studied her profile carefully, watching as defeat finally settled into the slump of her frame and the sorrow in her eyes.

"...I don't know what to do anymore," she whispered, and with his proximity, the words struck him like blows from a club despite her being completely ignorant to his presence. "I'm begging—I need some relief. Something. Else I..."

She didn't finish the thought. She didn't have to. She let out a long sigh, shaking her head at herself in evident deprecation.

"What're you even doing?" she murmured, tilting her head back to rest against the seat. "No one listens. No one ever does."

I am now, Khonshu rumbled, raising his palm to obscure the young woman from his vision. Power long untouched lay sleepy and unused in the depths of his wellspring, and he bathed her in it—with her being none the wiser. And I am sorry for the pain you have endured because I failed to do so sooner.

She shivered, perceiving a chill in the air and little else. She tightened her jacket around herself, tried turning the key over again, and relaxed when the vehicle finally cranked to a rattling, sputtering start. Khonshu stood still and watched her drive off, soon merging into the sparse midnight traffic on the main freeway leading towards the interior of the city.

Khonshu heaved a long, heavy sigh, and he uttered not another sound as he slipped back into the metaphysical and disappeared.

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