#I wanna talk about our daddy issues together

[deceptive-daydreams]

I know a lot people may disagree but I feel Eddie would def just fucking sob with you in a McDonald’s parking lot over some milkshakes while you talked about your problems like just bouncing off each other and ranting about your traumas cause you both needed it real bad

[hilsonamore]

i finished house md yesterday and obviously i started watching it all over again today because im a freak, and i love how innocent the first episode is. I love how the ducklings are like “oh! You hired me because i have a criminal record? Because i’m pretty? Because i have daddy issues? Because i’m some kind of flavour of broken and interesting?”. I love the low voices and how everyone is talking about the mysterious Dr House who never visits his patients yet he ends up doing so in the very same episode. I love the “He’s your friend, right?” “Yeah” “Does he care about you?” “I think so” “You don’t know so?” “As Dr house says, everybody lies” “It’s not what people say, it’s what they do” “Yeah…he cares about me”. I love my sweet Cuddy and the way she snaps at house and puts him in his place like the lap-dog that he is. I love how fresh it feels to see House get “the look” on his face when he’s solved a case without any medical proof to indicate anything whatsoever. I love the “i just wanna die with a little dignity” “there’s no such thing. Our bodies break down. Sometimes when we’re 90 sometimes before we’re even born. But it always happens and there’s never any dignity in it…you can live with dignity, you can’t die with it”, and how well it ties together with what house told wilson in the last episodes on s8. I love the way that the shows opens with house and wilson walling the corridors of PPTH and how it also ends with them side by side. I love their soft and loving and knowing looks. I love how wilson lies to house about this new patient being his cousin because he knows that if house were to believe that this patient is important to wilson he’d take the case. I love how house doesn’t even argue with him.I love the color-grading, the freshness, the beauty, the rawness and the sense that fills you up when you watch this episode knowing full well that this is going to be a good ride.

[lowkeyrobin]

Can we get some Charles dating HC’s?

Also just… literally anything Charles if you’re not feeling that. We need our bisexual disaster king.

oo okay sure! I can definitely do that for you :) ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also sorry this is so short I just didn't have many ideas

CHARLES ROWLAND ; dating hcs

summary ; dating headcanons w charles

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader is mostly referred to as a ghost

word count ; 279

masterlist

he's so respectful and kind

he respects any and all boundaries

he's got awful daddy issues and he's gotta break sometime, so he goes to you when he needs to talk

he always feels like he has to keep a smile on his face and hold the group together

but you're working on getting him to show vulnerability day by day

cause it's rlly not healthy to bottle shit up all the time

he doesn't like talking about the past so you never really do

he usually reminds himself of the "treat ppl how you wanna be treated" mentality

you both confessed at the same time basically

there was no planning or anything, you were just alone together and it kinda happened

ghost makeout sessions are not as good as they are when you're alive but it's better than nothing

he doesn't understand some of your interests but he'll try to indulge

most the time he just watches or listens to you ramble

he loves teaching you about punk fashion and history (I think he's punk, lmk if I'm wrong... leave it to me to not know shit)

but he loves sharing music with you

you're the logical thinker, he acts on emotion (most the time that is)

you cant trust him with food

he loves grabbing little trinkets of new places you go to

his love language is words of affirmation (giving and receiving)

again, he's usually trying to prove that he still has a purpose and that he's doing something productive

so he appreciates when other ppl actually see that

and he'll make sure that you know it too, you're serving a purpose, and ur worth it 😔❗️

[rrenzwrld]

mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend

final part! :( here’s what i listened to while i wrote and WARNING! it may or may not make you feel emotions idk.. read part 6 here! (the playlist only had like 10 songs but i just kept putting them on repeat so..)

tags: @beautifulalienslimecroissant @iikatsukii @neptunes1nterweb @yourrfavzxri @prettypink-princesss @nvvacanesworld @atinystaypixie @getoscrybaby

After the game last week, Connie didn’t even bother to call or text at any point. Naturally, I didn’t know if I should’ve been worried or angered. Even through the new week and into the start of the weekend, it was as if Connie had fell off the face of the earth.

“I think you should pull up.” Layla suggested. Of course she’d say that because she also found this just as fishy as I did.

“I don’t even know where he lives..”

“Oh we can find out. Call Armin.”

“No! Armin can’t solve all our issues, Lay. What if he’s mad at me?”

Layla raised a brow. “Armin?”

“No, Connie.”

“Oh, girl.. I dunno, I mean you didn’t do anything right?”

“No! I thought we were cool but he’s not answering my calls or texts so I don’t know what I did.” My voice hitched onto the loose tears that tempted to roll down my cheeks. I was starting to think we were building the relationship we once had again but everything was falling back just how I expected. Did he know? Was that why he was ignoring me?

“Bitch..” Layla snatched my phone from my hands. “I’m finna text him myself cause’ this is ridiculous.. got you cryin and shit.”

I reached forward to grab it from her. “Lay—“ The phone vibrated in her hands with a call from Connie.

“Speak of the devil. Saved his own ass..” She gave me the phone so I could answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” His tone was steady and firm, which made me shake with overflowing nerves.

“I been texting and calling you—“

“I know.”

“So you been ignoring me on purpose?” The worry had subsided and anger consumed me. “For a fuckin week Connie?”

“I’m not in the mood for your attitude right now, Chy’anne. I need you to come over so we can talk.”

“You blow me off for a fuckin week and you think imma do what you say like I’m your bitch? What is there to talk about?”

“Celest.” He knew. But how did he know? Who told him?

“Cel..Celest?”

“I’ll text you the address.” He hung up without saying another word. And I couldn’t bring myself to say another word after that.

“He knows.. don’t he?” I just stared at the phone whilst everything inside me crumbled like cement towers.

I bit down on my lips. “He wants… I gotta go to..” I could hardly get my words together. “He wants me to go over there.”

Layla stood up from the chair at the island. “Need me to go with you?” Luckily Celest was at my mom’s house so Layla could’ve went but I spoke against it.

I shook my head. “No, I’ll go by myself.

“Got the address?” I nodded.

“Good. Send it to me so I know if I need to bust a cap inna nigga’s ass.” Her comment made me laugh a little.

“Okay, I’ll be back. If you leave, lock up.”

I put in the address and started on my way. Of course he lived up in the rich people community so it was a while a way from the inner city or any other normal neighborhoods. When I got there, I thought I had to pass by a gate but it opened automatically to my car which was weird. His driveway covered the entire front of his front yard but it was occupied with a bunch of other foreign cars. I didn’t know if they were his or if other people were guests. But it obviously wasn’t the time to examine his house.

Connie let me in without words as we walked over to what looked to be a den or living area and sat down on a soft black velvet sectional. I couldn’t even meet his eyes because I knew they were full of something other than the happiness or joy that they’ve been full of all this time.

“I know the baby’s mine, Chy’anne.” I finally looked up at him now though. “I just wanna know why.”

“..Why—“

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was calm but he didn’t have to yell or raise it for me to know he was hurt.

I bit on the inside of my cheek as I fiddled with my thumbs.

“You don’t hear me talkin to you?” I stayed quiet but not by choice. I had stuff I wanted to say, I had stuff I wanted to scream, I had stuff I wanted to pour out to him but there was something stuck in my throat that I couldn’t choke up no matter how hard I wanted to.

“Hm?” He used his finger and thumb to raise my head to his. I turned away to look back down. I was afraid that what I might say next would push him away farther than before but maybe he just really wanted to know the truth, nothing more. I did owe that to him. “Chy’anne?”

“I was scared..” I mumbled.

“Fuck, you know I don’t do that mumbling shit—“

“I was scared, okay?” He moved back a bit. “I was..” My voice cracked and I was starting to cry again. “I kept her from you because I was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of ruining your dream, scared of you abandoning her, scared of.. everything.” I knew I had his attention when he didn’t respond immediately after that so I just kept going.

“When we had sex, I thought it’d ruin or friendship forever and when I found out I was pregnant right before you went to the draft, I knew that would be even worse. I knew that if I..” The tears rolled so fast, my hands couldn’t keep up. “I knew that if I told you that I was pregnant, you wouldn’t have got on that plane to California. You would’ve wanted to stay here and you would’ve never did what you wanted to do. I couldn’t let you do that. I couldn’t let you miss out on a dream you’ve had for years because of me.”

“Chy—“ He reached out for my hands.

“And I felt bad because everyone knew but you.” His face was unreadable now.

“What?” He was standing up now and I felt things would go left.

“Connie—“

“Fuck you mean everyone knew but me? I should’ve known—“

“You couldn’t know, Connie! If you knew, you wouldn’t have all this and you’d be sittin right up there with me, stuck. I couldn’t sit and watch that happen to you.”

His chest heaved up and down in heavy breaths of frustration. “Who knew..”

“Your family, my family, everyone. They knew what would happen.” He couldn’t fake the sadness or betrayal that was etched into his face. Nor could he stop the tears that escaped his hazel eyes.

“I could’ve helped you, Chy’anne. I could’ve been there.” He sat back down and threw his head into his open hands as he cried freely. “Feel like a fuckin failure..” I forcefully pulled his hands from his face.

“No no no, don’t say that. You deserve all that you have. You earned it, be proud.” I tried smiling at him through my stained cheeks but he didn’t respond to my words. I brushed a hand under his chin so he faced me. God, was he beautiful.. “I’m proud of you, Connie.”

His eyes wandered mine before he pulled me into his chest, softly cradling my head. “M’sorry.” My heart broke as I heard the tremble in his voice. “Sorry I wasn’t there, sorry I let you go, I—“ I shushed him. My arms wrapped around his back as we sank into each other, molding together like lost puzzle pieces.

“I love you.” He spoke again. “So much..”

“I love you too, Connie.” My eyes closed automatically, his touch feeling familiar to my fingertips. “I’ll never leave you again, promise.” He chuckled against my shoulder before pulling his body from mine but his hand still lingered on my cheek.

“C-Can I do something?” My head tilted.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?.. Please?” My lips upturned into a smile before I nodded, allowing him to pull them into his. Kissing him felt natural and this time, it didn’t feel wrong. Being with him this time felt right, it felt just right.

the end :( anyways! i hope you enjoyed this small rollercoaster with connie and chy’anne and feel free to lmk if you want more of them in lil oneshots or something! i felt like i could’ve added more but for this to be the last part, i really didn’t wanna make it too long for y’all. but thank you for reading this series and the comments, likes, and the reblogs reallyyy mean a lot to me <3 i appreciate the support + luv yall fr🥹

[dear-gods-wtf]

{1} Princess - P. Jackson🔱.

By Mari_coppolo on Wattpad.

Status: Completed.

Chapters: 87.

Time: 20h 34m.

Meet the characters

—Table of Contents—

🔱Act One🔱 (The Titan’s Curse)

“That’s why I don’t go to school dances.”

“Annabeth decides to go cliff-diving.”

“Captain, we lost one.”

“Apollo is hot just like this little New England city is now.”

“ ‘Wildest dreams’ by Taylor Swift. Though it’s not cool like her song.”

“We are being attacked by mummies.”

“Guess who’s going on a quest? Hint: It’s not Perseus.”

“Flash News! We got attacked again.”

“I share my Mercedes with Perseus.”

“We’re pig cowboys… Pigboys. (Does that exist?)”

“We’re fucked on all fours, holy shit.”

“Was it necessary to slap the burrito?”

“The angels gave us a ride. No, it wasn’t to heaven.”

“Revelations.”

“Daddy issues are rising above the skies right now.”

“I hate to see the stars.”

“ ‘I meet the gods and look what happened?!’ (It’s not clickbait)”

“Would you mind knocking me out? I need to sleep for ten years at least.”

❤️Act Two❤️ (The Demigod Diaries #1)

“I just wanted to start the year well.”

“Just another weekend.”

“S.O.S! Edward Cullen attacks me.”

“Happy fucking birthday.”

“That’s weird…”

“In what way do you mean that?”

“Are we about to kiss?”

“ ‘Backbiter,’ more like Backstabber.”

“Francis, the shark.”

“Everything was fine until it wasn’t anymore.”

🕊️Act Three🕊️ (The Battle of the Labyrinth)

“Wasted my pretty outfit.”

“We’re are going to learn to tap dance.”

“When I have to find something I never do. But this, of course I found it.”

“We’re going on a trip on our favorite rocket ship.”

“Wish us luck. Please.”

“Can you please join my ‘Anti-Hera club?’ It will help me graduate.”

“When everything goes down, Perseus makes it go up again.”

“Just found out I’m worth some good gold. Wanna buy me?”

“Perseus saves the day… again.”

“The king can fuck himself.”

“I’m retiring from being a demigod. Now I’m the new spider-women. Scratch that.”

“Hephaestus sends me on a date. I blew it up… literally.”

“We try to survive.”

“Congratulations on not dying.”

“ ‘Oh boy, here we go.’ -Pt. 2 feat Mc R.E.D. Available on Spotify.”

“I fought my brother. Why? Deaths and Marriage.”

“Dream on- Kratos’s version.”

“Raise your hand if you woke up the Titan. Perseus, I can see you hiding.”

“Pretty nice words before dying.”

“The battle started.”

“There is hope for everyone in the end.”

“Pranks.”

“Did she-? Alright, bring back the dragon.”

“I can’t tell you if the fireworks are in the sky or in my stomach.”

“I’m no good at goodbyes.”

🇧🇷Act Four🇧🇷 (The Demigod Diaries #2)

“Let me tell you something.”

“First night, first argument.”

“Guess what? He knows.”

“A deal.”

“Iris-messages and lies.”

“I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go.”

“Traumatic, indeed.”

“I was forced to be here, but in the end I liked it.”

“Girl’s talk.”

“ ‘Dear Princess;’ That’s where I died.”

“I got an exclusive present.”

“Memories bring back you.”

⚔️Act Five⚔️ (The Last Olympian)

“Guess I got back right on time.”

“Are we ever going to have a civilized conversation?”

“Wanna sprite?”

“Percy leads us to Olympus.”

“They could have put me to sleep too.”

“ ‘We’re all in this together’ - Camp Half-Blood version.”

“Kronos can go suck a dick.”

“Punching the air.”

“I flew on a pig.”

“Let’s party with the ponies.”

“What in the Achilles is this?”

“My father almost blew me up. Don’t blame him.”

“He’s gone. It’s done.”

“I got a gift from the gods.”

“*screams* *giggles* *kick the air.*”

“We’re doing fine, strange I know.”

“And they lived happily ever after… for four months.”

[rhodesrider]

Getting Along

Y/N x Bloodline & Nicole (OC) x Judgement Day

Warnings: Fluff here and there, affirmation names, affirmation praise, poly relationships, sights of stimming and regression

Words: I stopped count I’m sorry-

~

“I HAVE TO WHAT?!” Y/N yelled in the lounge giving evil eyes at Paul as he explained the issue going on tonight. “P-please miss it’s only for the time being, our tribal chief-“ “Yea I have a few words for my tribal chief.” She said in a mocking tone and grabbed her phone FaceTiming Roman immediately. Paul wipes the sweat off his head and the twins just sat there annoyed along with solo who rubbed his temples.

Roman answered knowing it was Y/N. “My decision is final princess. Just be on the playing field for now.” “But daddy I don’t wanna work with the has been goths…” she pouted and shed a tear seeing if that could work. “And Nicole is weird!” She added in. “Baby, we have an issue we need to solve. Be nice and play along, if not I’ll have a word with you about your manners again.” He said in a strict tone. She groaned and looked at the camera nodding. “Good girl. Play nice and let’s just just finish this little issue.” He gave her a small air kiss and hung up. As soon as she was outta Roman’s sight she screamed in anger. She walked back in the lounge room heated but knowing she was gonna have to just deal with it.

~

They were walking up to the stage, and Y/N was given instructions to stay in the back with Nicole. Nicole was being coddled by Rhea fixing her hair some as she was playing on her Nintendo switch. As Y/N watched, Nicole didn’t look up from her screen, she received a kiss from everyone in the group, but she hugged Dominik. “Your charger is in the bag munchkin!” Rhea called out and waited by the ramp entrance with the others. Y/N was on the other side trying to avoid talking to her. They both have the same roles, but Y/N sees her as a lap dog. Nicole doesn’t wrestle or isn’t in any events, unlike Y/N who won titles and opportunities. Y/N is more than what Nicole is, that’s why she knows they won’t get along. The bloodline walked up and Y/N kissed all three men and gave a mocking middle finger to Paul. “Baby.” Jey shot a look. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.” She smirked. As they went to the ring, Y/N directed her attention to the tv. Nicole was still on her switch, chewing on a Oreo teething necklace. “…Can you chew quieter please?” Y/N said a bit annoyed at the squeaks from the biting toy. Nicole looked up and nodded, she just stopped chewing all together and just played her game in silence.

Nicole looked up at Y/N, a bit shy but she doesn’t really have many friends but JD. And they really don’t count she’s their girlfriend. She was in Y/N’s shoes, in a poly relationship with four people that just want her. There’s times were it gets overwhelming but it has its perks a lot. “So…um…you do anything fun around here?” Nicole asked low, Y/N looked at her and just looked back at the screen. “Ok…um do you like video games?” Y/N said nothing. Nicole’s was about to give up hope until she heard a small yes. “…I have a switch lite…” Y/N really didn’t wanna talk to her but when it’s video gaming she’s a sucker for it. She plays online with Roman and the guys all the time. “…And a Ps5…” She smirked looking at her. “I just have my Switch, I like Nintendo games.” Y/N sighed going over and sitting by Nicole and keeping distance. But soon talking about Pokémon and Animal Crossing. Y/N learned a lot about Nicole, games and music, learning they have some social issues. “So when it gets too loud, you cover your ears with your headphones?” She nodded and put them over her head. “They muffle a lot of noise, Finny got em for me.” She blushed talking about on for her boyfriends. Y/N was hesitant but showed her anxiety ring. Telling her Jimmy got it for her to help her chill on her skin scratching.

After the promo and match, the guys came back tired. “Munchkin!” Rhea called. Nicole looked back telling them she’s on the way seeing them head to their lounge. “Since we might see each other more, here!” Nicole reached in her bag and gave Y/N a indi game she recommended. Y/N smiled and took the offer trading her a game as well. Her Pokémon game. “Since you skipped Arceus.” She smirked. Nicole smiled and hugged her which made JD gasp a little. Hearing a slight faint Dominik “She never hugs anyone else…” that was in shock. Y/N waved bye to her new friend and Nicole waved back getting hoisted by Damien and getting a piggy back ride giggling. The twins watched the whole scene and was so happy for Y/N making a new friend. “Hey so you made friends with the lap dog-“ Jey teased but soon felt a sharp punch to his arm. “She’s not a lap dog! Don’t call her that!” She growled and Jey apologized quick. “I’m just happy you getting more friends then just us.” Jimmy smirked hugging her. Y/N looked down at the Indi game “Cult of the Lamb” and smiled. “Yea…I’m happy too.”

~

Rhea and the crew were getting their stuff in the van to head to the hotel room. “Munchkin, I’m guessing you made a new friend?” Rhea didn’t hear anything but heard pokemon sounds coming from in the van. “I’m gonna take that as a yes mami.” Dominik smirked and got in the back too, watching her play. Rhea smiled warmly happy she was being more verbal now, but there’s still more work to be done. She’s just glad there’s progress.

[livwritesstuff]

2002, established relationship, dads!steddie living in boston with their 1yo daughter, another excerpt of this bc i think it's my actual fav part

“I’m done with this goddamn city,” Ed yelled up the stairs, “So fuckin’ serious, Steve. I’m out.”

Steve sighed, well-acquainted with this one of Ed’s many tirades.

Just as he was standing up from where he’d been sitting at his desk looking over some notes and prepping for a counseling session later that afternoon, he heard the door shut loudly (though not a full slam, he noted, because Ed had Moe with him). He headed out into the hallway in time to see Ed coming up the stairs, Moe balanced in one arm.

“What happened now?” Steve asked.

“An idiot BU kid driving Daddy’s Lexus almost T-boned me with Moe in the backseat because — apparently — red lights are just a fucking suggestion here.”

“I mean…I’m pretty sure you ran every red light in Hawkins when you were nineteen.”

It wasn’t a helpful comment, per se, and Steve knew that, but when Ed was riled up like this, there really weren’t any helpful comments available.

“That’s entirely different,” Ed countered, passing Moe over to him so he could pull off his own jacket, “There’s, like, six people on the road at any given moment in Hawkins, and two traffic lights.”

“Okay, well, we can move, love,” Steve said tiredly, steadily approaching his limit for how many times he could listen to Eddie rant about this particular issue without taking any sort of real action to solve it, “Nobody said we had to stay in Boston. Also — we can actually afford to buy a house now, so…”

“Wha— we can?”

“A down payment, yeah.”

“The fuck is a downpayment?”

“Uh…” Steve paused. He’d long since become comfortable with his role in his and Ed’s finances — being that he’s almost entirely in charge of them. He knew that Ed had grown up worrying about money in a way that Steve never had to so he actually liked being able to take over that part of their life together. He liked being able to let Ed not think about it (even though sometimes it meant that his thirty-five-year-old life partner asked him what a goddamn down payment was), “It’s kind of like putting a security deposit down on an apartment, except instead of for securing a lease, it’s for securing a loan — sort of. That’s…there’s better ways of explaining it, and there’s a lot more to it, but it’s sort of like we’re paying a certain amount of the mortgage upfront to prove that we’re committed to paying it off month-to-month.”

“How much is it?”

“Depends,” Steve shrugged, running a hand over Moe’s hair as she started to doze off, her head drooping down to rest on his shoulder, “Pretty sure twenty percent is considered, like, ideal, or something, so it all comes down to what our budget is.”

“What’s our budget?”

Steve leveled an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Ed asked.

“Do you actually wanna know? Because when I tried to show you our electric bill last week you pretended to be asleep.”

“Uh — buying a fuckin’ house together is totally different from you reprimanding me about leaving the heat on too long.”

“I don’t think I’d have to reprimand you anymore if you saw the electric bill.”

“Okay — yes, Stevie, I actually would like to be involved in our finances just this once because I care very, very deeply about us buying a house. I really do.”

“Alright,” he replied, knowing he still sounded a tad skeptical, “I mean, if you actually wanna know about this stuff, I’ve got some spreadsheets I’ve been using to keep track of that kind of thing, and we can—”

“Baby, if you wanted to talk about spreading sheets, all you had to do was ask,” Ed grinned wickedly, an expression that slowly began to fade as his eyes slid off of Steve’s and onto the opposite wall, probably as he considered how wise a comment that had been to make.

Steve stared at him for a long while.

“Okay,” he finally said, “I’m gonna go put our child down for a nap. If in that time you decide you can be a grownup while we talk about spending a fuck-load of money on property we’ll own and be entirely responsible for, let me know.”

“You got it, man.” 

[ohtobeleah]

I’ve already submitted one request but I have like 8 of these bad boys in my notes so here are two more if any tickle your fancy. Happy 4K!

#PL2

14-Stuck together for a long period of time and 28- “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

3-The aftermath of a bad fight and 35 “You wanna bet?”

I really liked this pairing and I noticed there wasn’t a specific request for a certain character so we just rolled with it: it’s Payback angst time.

Warnings: Reader Insert Death. F-18 crash. Crush related injuries.

You and Reuben probably hadn’t had a conversation in the last six months that ended well. All the conversations you’d tried to have all ended with someone in tears or threatening to take the kids or the house or file for half of everything the other owned. In all honesty, all communication between you and your husband, well—soon to be ex-husband, had broken down over a period of about a year and nothing, including couples therapy, seemed to help.

But that didn’t mean you still didn’t love him with all your heart.

There was no one more a fault in your complete marriage breakdown, but it was clear that when Reuben finally took the plunge and moved in with Hangman, he got to keep your kids. Not your actual kids, Kip and Sidy—your five year old twin girls got to see their daddy whenever the hell they wanted, he lived just down the street now. But Payback got the kids, the dagger kids. That was clear as day. 

So it made it harder to love the man when all he did was look at you like you were the last person on earth he wanted to talk to let alone work with. 

“Absolutely not Sir—“ Reuben stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he stood his ground. “I’d rather take the write up for insubordination than fly with—“ Before Reuben could even spit out your callsign, Maverick was stepping in to defend you as you stood by with your helmet slung under your arm resting on your hip.

“Then with your wife?” 

“Ex wife—“ You mumbled under your breath but just loud enough for Reuben to still hear you. “The Navy doesn’t allow partners to fly with one another.” You looked to your husband who you couldn’t recognise anymore as he scoffed at your insight. “They’ll allow us to fly together now because I filed our separation papers in the clerk's office just last week.” 

“Fanboys out on paternity leave for the next few weeks.” Maverick turned his attention back to Payback who looked like he was ready to up and walk away from his entire career. “And Omaha is out sick so it makes perfect sense to pair the two of you up.” 

“In what world?” Reuben scoffed as he took it upon himself to walk away, leaving you and Maverick to stand in the silence of your broken marriage. 

“He’s fine.” You smiled softly, hiding your own heartache. “I’m sure if he just removed the stick from his ass he’d feel a hell of a lot better.” 

“You two gonna be alright?” You didn’t know how to answer as you turned to look at Reuben over your shoulder, just how the hell the two of you ended up so cold and distant you’d never know. “Because if it’s really that big of an issue I can put you with Phoenix and Payback can I have Bob?” 

“Uh—“ You shook it off, not wanting to not be professional—that was the main priority right now. Being a professional when all your husband wanted to be was a child. “No, we’ll be fine Mav, promise.” 

“Good, alright then.” He smiled, tapping your shoulder as you pressed your lips together and nodded. “Wheels up in ten.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“I hope you know that I hate this just as much as you do.” You settled into the back seat of Paybacks double seater fighter jet. Mickey—bless his soul, had three Polaroids of him and his wife Macy tapped to his control panel. It just served as a reminder that although you loved Reuben with all your heart, it wasn’t enough to salvage the shipwreck your marriage had become. “But I’ve got your back.” 

“Let’s just get this over with—“ Payback groaned. “Ready when you are Looney—“ 

“Luna.” Correcting Reuben as you shot him a death glare that was unparalleled to any other look you ever gave him, you hissed with intent to kill. “It’s Luna you jackass—“ 

“Copy that Lieutenant.” Payback replied as he maintained a steady altitude waiting for his green like to be given for the course the two of you were about to run through. “You know this is your fault right?” There was a reason the navy didn’t allow married couples to fly with one another. “If you hadn’t filed that paperwork with the clerk's office—“ It was because they knew that the likelihood of children being involved was about ten times higher. “Then we wouldn’t have been paired together.” But with a shortage of people on deck and with new assignments bordering upon the horizon, it was inevitable that your and your soon to be ex husband would be paired up for today's flights. “If you hadda just waited like I said then maybe—“ 

“Reuben! Can we not do this right now!” You hissed back as you tried your best to remain as focused and as professional as you could be. “There’s no point arguing about what could have and what should have been done or not done because we can’t change it now.” 

“You wanna bet?” Reuben snapped. “All of this could have been avoided if you didn’t file that paperwork!” Payback wasn’t mad that he was flying with you, he wasn’t mad that you were his WSO because he knew he was in good hands, but he was mad about the fact you filed the paperwork so soon. 

“Why are you so mad about me filing our legal separation papers!” 

“Because it just proved that you’re done trying to figure this out!” You didn’t have an answer and the cockpit you shared went completely silent. Oh.

So even though Reuben signed the separation agreement and signed the papers that said you were in the process of divorce and even though Reuben was the one who moved out into Jake Seresins bachelor pad and although Reuben was the one who initially brought up separation in an argument late one night before, he was mad at you for giving up. “You never wanted to try for us!”

“I can’t do this with you here—“ You held back your tears as you shook your head. “I’m not going to do this with you here so either you treat me like a colleague or we ground so I can tell Mav I overestimated your ability to handle this situation professionally.” Payback went silent as he tossed up the options you had given him. Choosing to continue on and fly the damn course.

It was, as it turned out—the wrong choice. It was as if fate had other plans for you and your soon to be ex-husband. It was like death himself had loomed over the pair of you and strategically lined up all the steps to have your husband’s Super Hornet turning into a flaming beast that was out of control and hurtling back towards earth at a steep that was unmanageable in a situation that was unforgiving—a bird strike to the right engine that totally wiped you both out. 

“Shitting off left engine!” Payback exclaimed as he relayed to you and to whoever was still live on coms what he was doing. As dark smoke plumes streamed out from the right engine you felt yourself choking up. What about your beautiful babies?

“Reuben we have to eject, we can’t save it!”

You snapped out of your trance-like state to speak sense into the father of your children as he did everything he’d been trained and told to do in an event like this. “Please, we have to eject it’s the only way! We’re in hydraulic failure! There’s nothing left to save!”

“Payback, Luna—you can’t save it, punch out!” It was ultimately Mavericks' voice that spoke enough sense about the chaos unfolding around you that your husband listened and finally gave into the fact that he couldn’t save his F-18. “Eject eject eject!”

“Luna, we gotta punch out.” Payback confirmed. “You first!” You listened and followed every protocol and did all the steps in order which should have seen you ejecting from the cockpit as it barreled towards the ground at an immense pace. “Y/n! I said eject!” Reuben shouted as he began to panic, watching the altitude fall every passing second. “Y/N!” 

“It’s not working, it's not working!” You cried as you tugged and tugged and tugged on the yellow and black striped handle between your legs. “It’s not working oh my god—oh my—!” Within a few seconds of disaster, the ejection handle finally sent you flying—tumbling freestyle through the sky as you reached for your chute, pulling it as you pointed your feet towards the ground and felt the tug of the chute filling with air.

Fuck that was close.

“Payback!” You shouted as you watched your husband float down in his own parachute, sending him a thumbs up and he gave you one back. 

It all seemed to have gone according to plan. You were alright, Reuben was alright from what you could gather—your kids still had their mother and father. As you headed towards the ground, controlling your chute, a major gust of wind picked you up and carried you through the gully—sending you flying into the side of one of the rocky mountains at a force that was unforgiving in its very nature. “Fuck!” 

With a *oof* On impact you crashed against the rocky exterior and fell a few stories to the ground below, catching sharp edges along the way that would surely leave bruises for days if not weeks to come before you hit the deck hard. “Oh yeah, yeah that’s gonna hurt for a few days.” You seemed fine as you rolled over, looking up at the sky to see if you could find Reuben in the clouds. 

But all you saw instead was a boulder hurtling down towards you, before the pain took you out. 

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Reuben Payback Fitch was a lot of things. But a good husband was not even close to being on that listen. The two of you had married young, had gone through all the trials and tribulations of the Naval Academy together, had gone through separate postings and long distance. You’d gone through flight school and ranking��s together. Had two beautiful twin girls together. 

You were Reubens best friend and he was yours, and in that very moment when he saw you lying unconscious on the ground with a bolder crushing your legs? Payback thought he’d lost you forever before he had a chance to say he was sorry. For everything. Sorry for how much he’d hurt you. Sorry for how much he wished he could have been the man you deserved and not got stuck with. Sorry he wasn’t able to give you the love you deserved, the life you deserved or the attention and admiration and support you deserved. 

“Y/n!?” He called out as he landed slightly rocky. “You alright?” It was probably a stupid question, but as Reuben ditched his chute and ran over to where you were trapped, he felt his stomach drop. “Oh god—“ Kneeling down beside you, Payback tapped your cheek. “Baby, hey you gotta wake up for me.” He cooed softly, trying to mask his own panic. “Come on, Lieutenant Fitch wake up for me.” 

At the sound of your husband’s gentle voice coaxing you back to reality, a floodgate of pain overcame your nervous system as you groaned and screamed out in unimaginable pain. 

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy—“ Payback accessed the situation and boy was it not good. Your legs had been entirely crushed by the weight of the boulder rock that had fallen after your impact with the side of the cliff face. “I’ve got you—“ 

“I really don’t feel good.” You cried as you tried to free yourself. “Ahhh!” 

“Stop, stop, here, I got you.” Payback cooed as he situated himself behind where you laid. Placing your head in his lap as he held your hand for support. “Search and rescue are probably out looking for us as we speak.” 

“What if I don’t have that much time?” You said as you coughed up a little blood that panicked Reuben to new heights. No—you couldn’t die right? No, you wouldn’t leave him like this? He was supposed to try and get you back. He thought he still had time. “Reu I don’t feel good.” 

“I know, I know but you’ve gotta stay with me alright, you’ve gotta stay strong because you can’t leave me here.” 

“Oh please—“ You sighed as your eyes felt heavy and your arms felt weak, you were losing so much blood, Reuben could see it leaking up your thighs, soaked into the Normex of your flight suit. “This is cheaper than divorce right?” You tried to chuckle softly but it turned into a full bloodied cough.

Fuck.

“No baby, I never wanted to divorce you.” Payback tried his best to keep his cool as he leaned down over you to kiss your forehead, he took notice of how cold you were. “I’m just a fool who should’ve worked harder to show you how much I love you.” 

“Reuben—“ You coughed again as your legs grew weaker and weaker under the pressure of the rock trapping you. “Please don’t lie to me.” 

“I’m not.” He was quick to say. “I’m not lying to you Y/n, if I could take it all back, these last few months, I would in a single heartbeat.” 

There was a momentary pause on your behalf as you mulled over your next step. 

“Okay—“ You leaned into your husband, knowing that you wouldn’t fear death if he took you now. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.” You thought that if you were going to die here that you may as well be reminded how much you were really loved. “You’re gonna tell me three, no five—no.” You coughed up a little more blood as Reuben held your hand a little tighter as tears began to stream effortlessly down his cheeks. “Seven things, you’re gonna tell me seven things that you love about me, seven reasons why this is all worthwhile. You and me.” 

There was a momentary pause on Reubens behalf as he mulled over if this would be his last chance to tell you how much he loved you—his last chance to apologise. 

“I—I love how your neck smells in the morning.” He began as he cried and felt you in his arms. Shaking as the reality of the situation began to settle. How was he gonna tell your baby girls that’s you weren’t coming home.

“Okay.” You sighed, trying to focus on his voice and not the pain. “That’s one.” 

“I love how every one of your toes looks like it came from another person's food.” 

“Oh my god—“ You laughed out in pain as you gritted your teeth. 

“And I love how you’re so honest and fearless and—“ Payback paused, really thinking about the things he wanted you to know he was grateful for. “And I love how when I’m sick you take care of me like I’m on my deathbed.” 

“Okay—that last one counts for two.” You smiled softly up at your husband. “You’ve got three more.” He didn’t hesitate to keep going. Seeing the search and rescue efforts coming your way. “I can tell you I just adore this.” You added, reaching up to touch the worry lines on Paybacks forehead. “When your forehead gets all wrinkly when you’re worried.” 

“I love the way you cut your crust of your toast even though you end up eating them both!” You and Payback both chuckled as you looked up at him and he looked down at you, your head still resting in his lap as his legs fell on either side of your body. 

“I love your loyalty and your kindness to the girls.” You cooed. “They love you so much.” You paused for a moment until. “And I love how you still suck in your gut when I walk in the room.” That got Rueben as he laughed softly and kissed your forehead. You were much colder than a few minutes ago. 

“I love how you didn’t dump me when you found out I was so in love with you.” Everything felt like it was fading, but you heard your husband loud and clear.

“And I love that you still married me even after you met my parents.” There was nothing more Payback wished he could do with you right now, than to go back to the night that he first met you. The love of his life, his best friend, the mother of his children. 

“Please don’t leave me Y/n—“ You wanted to respond but you didn’t know how. It was like all of your abilities had been taken away. “No—no darling you stay here with me, with the girls, no no no—“ 

“Take care of our girls.” Oh take him back to the night you met. You’d been stuck here together for a long period of time but there was no way in hell Payback was leaving you. “I love you.”

“If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” You just looked at your husband and he knew, he knew this was it as medics ascended onto the scene. So he kissed you softly and ever so gently. As Reuben pulled back he saw your eyes were closed. And he knew—

He knew he just lost the better half of him.

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Leahs 4k celebration 🎊

[romanstheory]

I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 3/?

Warnings: Arguing, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Last Part

We wake the next morning to the sound of Jey's phone alarm, It's 5am. "Well good morning" Jey says throught his long stretch. "Good morning daddy" I say with a devilish grin. I was never the relationship type, but Jey has me thinking otherwise. Maybe it was the orgasm from las night talking, but he has me in a chokehold now. We get our things together and meet Jimmy in the lobby. Jey is grinning from ear to ear, walking with a little pep in his step. "Enjoy yourself last night?" I tease while we ride the elevator down to the first floor. "Best time of my life" Jey responds quickly "You look refreshed". It felt like he had me under a spell or something, but I was cool with it. I even liked it..... a lot.

He was soft yet assertive, caring yet dominate, sweet with spice. The perfect blend of everything, and good in bed. It was like he knew my body, what ways to push and apply pressure, when to be soft and when to pound me. I'm not sure what to call..... us right now...... but what ever we are I like it. Jey and I seemingly float through the hotel and to the lobby to meet Jimmy. Jimmy looks up from his phone and laughs "What the hell are you grinning about uce?" He chuckles. Jey tries to stop smiling when Jimmy looks over at me in lala land. "Oh I see, I'm the third wheel now" Jimmy laughs while we all head out the door.

The airport is crazy, I've always hated it. TSA is annoying, it's just so stressful. I huff my way through the entire clusterfuck that is the airport, and now we're waiting to board our plane. "So what y'all wanna do as far as Solo goes?" Jimmy says. "I think we should pop up on em at the show and get them to give us a match at SummerSlam". "Well there's three of us and two of them so unless they're feeling bold one of us is going to have to sit out" I begin "I have unfinished business with Solo, and Vince is already willing to bend the rules for me. I need this match..... I need to get him back". Jimmy nods. "Look uce I know you wanna get back and big dog but I need this too. I need to prove myself..... I need to shut him up" Jey says to Jimmy.

Jimmy ever had an issue with being ringside, so he was okay with doing it again for the sake of us getting our revenge. "Yall got it, I understand but I'm ringside because you know how Paul is" Jimmy says looking at both of us. We land in LA, the sun is almost blinding but it's beautiful. Our day of craziness begins...... Meetings, planning, hair, makeup, warming up. I keep catching Jey staring at me, his deep brown eyes make me melt like ice cream in the summer heat. No man has ever been able to do that to me before. Who would of thought i'd be head over heals for Solo's brother...... Not me.

"Alright I need you to stay outta the way because Solo is probably gonna be here soon" Jimmy says looking at me "I don't need you getting in trouble and ruining what we have planned". I huff and roll my eyes, Jimmy is right, I need to stay out of the way and be patient. I cant wait to get my hands on Solo. What he said to me after I lost my title rings in my head over and over again.

It's time.... Roman is opening the show doing his usual acknowledge me speech. USOOOOOO rings through the arena like lightening and out goes Jimmy and Jey shortly after I come out as well. Roman and Solo stand in the ring, disgust and shock smeared across their faces. My eyes lock on Solo, fierce and intense. "No no no no! Turn your asses around and get out of my ring" Roman demands. "Your ring?" Jimmy asks "Didn't you just get pinned by Jey in YOUR ring?". A scowl forms on Roman's face. "I think he meant MY ring" Jey adds. The twins and Roman carry on their banter as Solo and I engage in another cut throat stare off. "You know what, I'm not about the talking" I say looking at Roman and Solo "Jey and I have some unfinished business with you two". Roman cackles "So YOU wanna fight US? Little girl you could never"

I laugh getting closer to Roman "Seems like you're afraid to get knocked on your ass by a woman" I say. Jey looks at me, his eyes locking on my ass in my tight leather pants. Jimmy softly nudges him getting his head back in the game. "Ain't nobody scared of you" Roman says flustered. "Then prove it tribal bitch" I say, Jimmy and Jey's mouths hit the floor and they both laugh. The crowd begins chanting tribal bitch over and over again. "YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT! RESPET ME! THIS IS MY SHOW!" Roman screams, throwing a fit "AT SUMMER SLAM BE PREPARED TO GET SMASHED!" The three of us laugh as the crowd continues to chant and Roman has a meltdown.... We did it!

[lostonehero]

Au of the au

Woo

"Nyarlathotep." Lucifer hums after putting Oscar to sleep.

"Yes?" Nero smiles. "Oh my lady, what do you wish from me?"

"You're not in trouble, so don't start or you will be." Lucifer rolls her eyes. "Oscar has a new friend."

"Oh yes, he told me all about her. Haven't met them yet, but I believe Hastur created a new dancer just for him. Faroe is her name, I believe. Took him long enough." Nero hums. "I cannot wait till little Oscar introduces us."

"Nerophropte, you can't expect Oscar to know you want him to introduce her to you. He doesn't start his schooling till he's five." Lucifer sighs. "I understand you assume these things, but he isn't like you he still needs to learn."

Nero huffs. "I had to learn too." He sighs. "You're right. You're right. Well, I'll be busy when our little boy wakes. Tell me how his new friend is."

Lucifer smiles. "Gladly, and I'm going to bring my sword in case he was the one to make them. We both know how your creatures turn out."

Nero scoffs. "Oscar is perfect."

"We made him together, even if you carried him." Lucifer crosses her arms.

"I concede your point. Actually, I think I could make Oscar a pet." Nero hums.

"No." Lucifer sighs. "We agreed on a hellhound first off, and second, you can't create anything on your own that won't kill on site. I am not risking our son's safety."

Nero huffs. "Fineeeee."

........

"Mommy, mommy." Oscar climbed onto his mother's bed. "Mommy."

Lucifer chuckles as she grabs her son, who squeals in delight. "What my little harbinger? Did Daddy not make you breakfast before he left? Is there a monster that you want Mommy to see?" She nuzzles his stomach, making him giggle.

"I want you to meet Faroe! I wanted to ask Daddy, but he's busy. Faroe doesn't have a Mommy." Oscar sits up excitement on his features.

"That sounds lovely. Let mommy get dressed and ready. Do you want help getting dressed?" Lucifer smiles, sitting up.

"Yes! I wanna wear my overalls." Oscar slides off the bed giggling as lucifer follows.

The morning routine was the same as it always was until the end Oscar was nearly bouncing with excitement. He grabbed onto his mother's hand. "Ready, mommy? Oh, can I take us, please?"

Lucifer chuckles and grabs her son's hand. "Ok, my little harbinger, take me to your friend." She knew Nerophropte had issues taking her places he had to focus since they didn't mesh well powers wise. She knew it would be different for her son.

"Ok!" Oscar tugged her hand, and the world shifted, and Lucifer can feel her heart in her throat.

They were on earth, neither Nerophropte nor herself have taught Oscar about mortals, let alone earth itself. Lucifer had a sinking feeling that Oscar's new friend was a human.

"Oscar!" A little human girl ran up to the two. Her clothing suggested they were in the 1930s, which wasn't exactly the best.

"Faroe! This is my mommy." Oscar tugs on his mother's arm.

"Hi! I don't have a mommy." Faroe blinks up at Lucifer, who barely has time to hide her inhumane features.

"Faroe." A man who shared the girls' features came up from behind her. "I told you to warn me before you run off."

"But daddy, Oscar brought his mommy." Faroe points to Oscar.

The man Mr. Lester looked relieved, and Lucifer can gather that Oscar has been here a lot alone. "I see, you are?"

"Lucy." Lucy smiles. "My son has a habit of finding his way to places he shouldn't be."

"My name is Arthur, and I know that all too well. Children are a handful, especially when it's just yourself." Arthur pauses. "Not to assume of yourself."

"No, no, it's fine. My husband is still with me. He just works. My son talks about Faroe all the time, and we assumed his uncle introduced them, but kids have a way of surprising you." Lucy sighs, grabbing Oscar by his overalls. "Like now. Oscar, we talked about this."

Oscar huffs. "But mommy, we're going to play by the mud."

"Oh, boys will be boys." Arthur hums. "Although I think Faroe taught him the joys of jumping in mud puddles."

"Oh no, his father taught him that they always end up a mess together. Got to spray them with the hose before they even come inside." Lucy smiles. "Ah, i shouldn't complain. My baby boy enjoys it. I think he does it on purpose, only 4, and he's crafty."

Arthur laughs. "Ah children are smarter than we give them credit for." He pushes Faroe forward. "Go on, stay where I can see you, and that goes for you too, Oscar."

Faroe grabs Oscar's hand as they begin to jump around the mud puddles.

Arthur sighs. "I love her, but she's a handful sometimes, I do have help at home, but it's still not easy. I'm doing my best, but there isn't a guide for doing this on your own."

Lucy smiles. "Oh, I know, nothing can prepare you for children even having your partner with you. Oh, I don't think I'm ready to let my little boy off to school. I'm just worried he won't fit in."

"Oh, I know how you feel, Faroe acts too much like a boy. At times, I'm worried the teachers will talk. I don't want to change her, but the world won't treat her as kind as her family." Arthur smiles sadly. "Ah, but she is so eager to learn."

Lucifer and Arthur have a pleasant conversation before a loud noise interrupts them.

A deep voice annoyed and loud growls. "CONTROL YOUR SPAWN!" A man with long black hair that falls like silk down his shoulders his skin is dark, and his eyes yellow and teeth white like bleached bone. He was tall and muscular.

There was a man standing next to him, white hair red eyes, and a suit, but he wasn't wearing shoes or socks. He had a wide smile but confusion in his eyes. He crouches down by Oscar. "Hey my little monster, what's so important that you brought Daddy and your uncle here?"

Oscar points to a little girl next to him. "This is Faroe, Daddy, she's my best friend."

Faroe smiles. "Hi, Mr. Morningstar!"

Nerophropte smile seems strained. "It's nice to meet you too."

Lucifer was heading straight towards both "men." she grabbed both of their arms and pulled them near Arthur. She had a strained smile. "I am so sorry, this is my husband and his brother."

Nerophropte stared at Arthur wide-eyed. "Im Kayne, and this is John."

Lucy raised a brow but didn't say anything.

Hastur growled, and Kayne stopped him from correcting him.

Arthur was staring at Hastur a bit too much before he wrenched his eyes away. "I uh oh... it's nice to meet both of you, I'm Arthur Lester."

Kayne nudges Hastur to take Arthur's hand for a shake, and he slips off with Lucy, letting Hastur and Arthur talk. "Lucy, the love of my long infinite life, why are we on earth talking to a person, and in a time period, I told you I have no ability to get to."

Lucifer strained a smile. "How should I know that because you never told me. Also fucking Kayne? You could of said Nero."

"I may have panicked, realizing where Oscar took me and the King who only was in his human shell because he expected Oscar to bother him." Kayne gritted his teeth. "I have no idea what to do in this situation. Lucifer, I'm serious. There's a reason that I don't know or understand why I haven't been able to be in this time, but only a year after this time. Arthur lester is another mortal I somehow know but can't interact with until a year from now, and now Hastur is having a conversation with said human man and hasn't... huh, I really would have expected him to lose it while we were talking."

Lucifer curses, dragging Kayne back. "We're so sorry, I'm sure John has to return back to his work."

Hastur raised a brow, almost annoyed at the assumption. "We were discussing music."

"Ah yes, I was just going to direct him to the piano they placed in the park for the spring to show him. It's alright if you must go, we can always discuss music later, your nephew is quite fond of my little girl." Arthur smiles politely.

"Mr. Lester is gonna play?" Oscar looks up at Arthur.

"Daddy, play my song!" Faroe smiles.

Hastur looked bemused at the expression shared by Kayne and Lucifer. "I agree with the offspring. You are a composer, show me why you've been on this radio."

Arthur chuckles softly. "You certainly have a way with words." He motions for them to follow to the piano by the pond. He sits and begins to play a soft melody.

Kayne and Lucifer share a confused look, watching Hastur smile as he listens like he is entrapped in the melody.

Hasur hums happily, confusion on his features at the noise he made, and a blush on his dark cheeks as he stares at Arthur. A human who entranced him, the king in yellow, the sire of madness, someone who drives men to madness should not be enthralled with a mere mortal man. He needs to leave earth, he must return to his realm his kingdom. Why couldn't he stop this stupid human expression on his damn shell.

Oscar tugs on Faroe's dress. "Uncle Hasss is smiling. He doesn't smile."

"Why are you calling him Uncle Hasss? Your daddy said his name was John." Faroe frowns.

"Yeah, he did, but his name is Hastur." Oscar tilts his head.

"Maybe because it's a weird name." Faroe hums, and Oscar nods along, agreeing with the logic.

"Uncle Hastur never smiles, though. He doesn't smile when I play his piano." Oscar frowns.

"Can you play the piano like my daddy?" Faroe raised her brow.

"No..." Oscar huffs.

Arthur stops himself from starting another song. "I wrote this for my daughter, I've never published it, but I do enjoy playing it."

Hastur swallows. "Do you have any more songs you've written?"

Kayne stared at Hastur with his mouth agape. "As much as we would love to stick around for more, I think John here has to head back to work."

Hastur growls and scowls. "Work? I want to listen to another."

"It's really not an issue, Kayne. I can play a short piece, and you two can be on your way." Arthur smiles.

"Fine, fine, one more tune, then we go back." Kayne huffs. "Isn't that right, John?" He purposely elbows the other man.

Hastur growled but nodded. One more melody, and he could leave this mortal man. He had no desire to continue to be in this shell. The piano began again, and he the king was having second thoughts. He could take this mortal man to make him a consort and have him play for him alone. He could bring his spawn along as well to keep Nerophropte's own spawn busy. It would be a perfect plan. He bites his lip internally, cursing. A mortal mind wouldn't be able to handle his realm for long without training. He needed to figure out a solution for that. This melody was so nice.

Kayne gripped Hastur's arm a bit too tight once it was over. "Thank you for the show. Lovely to meet you, we really have to go."

Faroe gasps and runs over to Hastur, tugging on his cloak. "Mister John, Daddy has a concert soon you should come."

"I'm sorry, little darling, we will be busy." Kayne was dragging Hastur away, who was growling wanting to stay.

Faroe puffs out her cheeks. "But you like my daddy."

Arthur chokes on his spit. "Faroe!"

"Daddy!" Faroe shouted back.

Lucifer had to bite her lip to keep her from laughing. "Faroe darling, John's a very busy man. I'm sure if he could, he would."

Faroe stomps her feet and huffs crossing her arms.

Oscar copies her staring up at his mom. "Faroe is right. I've never seen Uncle smile before."

Lucifer takes a breath, and the kids and Arthur are distracted as she watches them vanish. "Ok, that's enough. Oscar, your uncle is busy, and... and we will discuss this at home."

"Why?" Oscar huffs again, getting frustrated.

Lucy picks up her son and whispers in his ear. "They are mortals, they are human."

Oscar groans. "I know! Auntie Chutulu told us."

Lucifer gives a strained smile. "What do you mean by us, Oscar?"

"Faroe and I went to visit when Mr. Lester was playing his piano." Oscar puffs out his cheeks. "We played."

Lucifer takes a deep breath. "Did you too visit anywhere else together?"

Faroe nods. "Yeah, we played with Miss Lilith, too."

Arthur raised a brow. "Faroe, I told you not to leave our house when I'm not with you or Miss Tess is with you."

"But daddy, we were just playing." Faroe huffs as Arthur scoops her up.

"We are having a talk when we get home. I'm so sorry about this. Next weekend?" Arthur smiles apologically.

Lucifer sighs in relief. "Yes, of course, again. I'm sorry."

"No no honestly it's fine. Children will be children." Arthue waves. "I'll see you both next weekend.

......

"Nerophropte darling, come here." Lucy had a strained smile and was still holding Oscar who has now realized his mom is upset and he looked close to tears.

Nerophropte knew that meant he was in big trouble. "Yes, love of my eternal life?" He floats over to his wife.

"Oscar, tell your daddy where you took Faroe to play." Lucy's voice was deathly calm.

Oscar sniffs. "We were just playing."

"Just tell your daddy." Lucifer repeats.

"Faroe and I went and played with Auntie Chutulu, and then we played with Aunt Lilith. We were gonna play with Uncle Hastur, but Mr. Lester made Mac and Cheese, and we went out for ice cream instead." Oscar clings to Lucy rubbing his eyes.

"Oh wow. Did she have fun?" Nerophropte now had a matching strained smile.

"Oh, they both insisted they had fun." Lucifer puts Oscar down. "Go to your room. I have to talk to your father."

Oscar runs off to his room.

Nerophropte continues to smile. "She's a human mortal, and nothing went wrong so everything is fine."

"We both know that's a fucking lie. You get used to the name Kayne because you'll be using it from now on." Lucy growls. "A human child who has been to one of the chaos realms and didn't succumb to madness, and hell and didn't get stolen. I am fucking mad at you, and at myself. How could we just assume that Faroe was Hastur's doing? That creature hates Oscar and only tolerates him. Do you have any idea how many strings I have to pull to get a house and create a whole story to make this work."

Kayne nods, knowing it would hurt so much more if he disagreed.

"I can't say no to him. He's so happy, and Faroe is his first friend. Nerophropte, he was so happy and excited." Lucifer tugs at her short hair.

"He was bouncing nearly floating when he dragged both of us to earth." Kayne couldn't help but let out a laugh. "It was adorable and look at how strong he is. He took Hastur out of the dreamlands like it was nothing. I'm so proud of him."

Lucifer sighs and smiles. "I am too."

Kayne laughs. "If it's just my name and pretending to be mortal is all for his happiness to keep that cute smile on his face, then I'll do it."

"We have to talk to him." Lucifer groans. "How the fuck are we going to explain this to him? He's four."

"Ah, right..." Kayne's smile drops. "Fuck."

......

Nerophropte and Lucifer sat on either side of Oscar.

"Am I in trouble?" Oscar shifts uneasy. "I promise I didn't let Faroe get hurt. Auntie Chutulu said mortals are fragile."

Lucifer takes a breath. "Nerophropte isn't Chutulu realm underwater in space? With barely any place to stand."

"Uh yeah, that's a good description." Kayne pauses. "Humans can't breathe underwater."

"Or in space." Lucifer adds. "Baby boy, what did you do?"

"Oh! I fixed that." Oscar smiles. "Faroe went blue, but I made sure she got better, and when she stopped being blue, we started to play again."

Lucifer lays her head in her hands. "You fixed her?"

"Mmh." Oscar hums. "Yeah, we played there for a long time, and it was really fun. We went back on time, though I promise. Mr. Lester didn't know we went anywhere. Faroe tried to tell him, and he said we had very active imaginations, but I don't know what that means. Faroe told me that her daddy accidently left her in a bath after Miss Tess left and the water got really high, and she went under, but it was like how we played with Auntie and Mr. Lester got really scared, but Faroe was fine. He didn't let me see her for a really long time after. But when he did, we played with Aunt Lilith, and we had a lot more fun."

"Ok, Oscar, we have to talk about this." Nerophropte takes a breath. "You prevented a death that was supposed to happen. You changed the timeline, and I have access to that time now and that man."

Oscar tilted his head, not understanding a word his father said. "Uncle Hastur talks about death too, but he doesn't tell me what it means. He said I killed his prisoners, but I was defending myself. Mommy told me that's ok they didn't want to play, and they were mean."

Lucifer takes a breath. "Alright, Oscar, mommy is going to tell you some really important things, and so is your daddy. I want to make sure you understand that this is important and you have to understand if you want to stay friends with Faroe."

Oscar tried to put on a serious expression for a four year old.

Oscar was crying at the end. "I'm sorry."

Nerophropte put Oscar in his lap. "It's ok, my little monster. Mortals are very confusing, and they are fun, but they are fragile. I can promise you now that we will keep Faroe and her dad safe."

"But what if I hurt her? I don't want to hurt my best friend." Oscar whimpers as Nerophropte hugs him tight and looks at Lucifer for help.

"My little harbinger, we will teach you to control your powers and form. That's why learning is important. How about when we see Faroe and Arthur again, we tell Faroe everything, and she can make her own decision." Lucifer smiles, watching her boy nod in his father's chest.

"We're going to have a home on earth too. You'll get to practice with your powers and form before you can start school with Faroe." Nerophropte hugs Oscar tight. "You'll be able to see her more if she makes certain choices."

"Really?" Oscar looks up at his dad.

"Yeah, come on, it's dinner time, and you need to eat. You've had a big day and big learning." Nerophropte kisses his boy's forehead.

"Daddy will make your favorite." Lucifer smiles.

"Oh, am I?" Nerophropte smiles back.

"Oh yes, you are." Lucifer gave him a kiss and took Oscar from his arms. "Come on, little man, we are going to start training."

Oscar nods. "Ok!"

......

Arthur smiles. "It's nice to see you again, Lucy." He watches Faroe launch herself at Oscar, and they fall into the grass both giggling.

Lucifer smiles back. "I can say the same, how was your concert?"

"Oh, went well, didn't John tell you? Your son was also quite well behaved for a boy his age in the setting." Arthur smiles softly. "He must not be from around here. His accent is stranger than mine, but he did bring yellow roses. I've never seen yellow roses before. It was lovely, I must admit."

Lucifer smiles, recalling that her husband panicked and called Hastur, John, and apparently, it stuck enough that Hastur used it to reintroduce himself. Her smile suddenly strained, and Hastur gave flowers to a mortal man, flowers in his color from his garden. Was he fucking courting a human mortal? No, her baby probably told him to give flowers. She shouldn't jump to conclusions. "Did he? I must admit I'm not close with my husband's brother. We get along as well as oil and water."

"Oh, I didn't realize." Arthur frowns rubbing his arm.

"No, no, it's fine. My husband's family and I are a bit strained. Neither of our families gets along. We both are long over that and don't care." Lucy sighs. "I do have to talk to Oscar about his adventures with his uncle. I love him, but he's slippery just like his father."

Arthur chuckles. "Oh, him and Faroe have such imaginations it's quite adorable to hear them talk about their adventures."

This was Lucy's chance. "Speaking of Faroe, would you need help for the future? I'm sure my boy will be her friend for a long time, and I know girls can be tricky."

Arthur rubs the back of his neck. "I do have help now, but for when Faroe is older." He sighs. "Her mother passed giving birth to her. I do have Tess to help, but she does need more feminine figures in her life. Um..." He takes breath. "Would you be able to talk to her now? I mean, I want her to like you since she is enmoured with your son. I apologize for being forward."

Lucy smiles. This was perfect she didn't even need to pull strings. "Not at all, Arthur. I'll happily talk to her now." She smiles and approaches the two children playing in the mud.

Oscar nods and runs up to Arthur. "Hi, Mr. Lester, Mommy says she needs to talk to Faroe alone about girl things."

Arthur chuckles. "Ah yes, us boys have different rules we follow."

Oscar pauses and looks to be in deep thought. "Is that why my uncle said he has to court you with gifts."

"Excuse me?" Arthur blinks down at Oscar and sighs in relief when he spots Kayne, who seemed to messing with his shoes mumbling something. "Ah, hello Kayne, I was just talking to your boy."

Kayne looks up and smiles as he walks over. "Hello, my little destroyer." He ruffles Oscar's hair. "What's with that look, Artie?"

"Arthur..." Arthur pauses. "Oscar just said something quite peculiar. He said that John was going to attempt to court me. I don't think he knows what that word means."

Kayne seemed frozen for a moment as his brain caught up with what was being said. He smiles and crouched down. "Oscar, what did you say about your uncle?"

Oscar huffs and puffs out his cheeks. "Uncle wanted me to take him to Mr. Lester's concert. He picked weird flowers from his garden. I'm not allowed to touch, and he said the only way to make the human leave his mind is to court him and see how he works. They talked for a really long time after the concert, Uncle had to wake me up, and we went back to Carsosa."

Kayne smiles a bit too wide. "Oh, I see. Where did your mommy go?"

"Mommy's talking to Faroe about girl things. Why does mommy have to talk to her about girl things?" Oscar looked up with innocence in his eyes as his father stood back up.

Kayne takes a breath and claps his hands. "It's because you have different things in your pants."

"Faroe isn't wearing pants, though." Oscar looked a bit more confused.

Arthur covered his mouth as not to laugh.

Kayne let out a snicker before calming himself. "You'll understand when you're older."

Oscar huffed. "Os won't tell me, though!"

Kayne leaned next to Arthur. "He named an imaginary friend after himself."

Arthur nods and smiles. "Ah, I see. Well, growing up means you get to learn about everything, and that includes the differences between girls and boys."

"But why does mommy have to talk to Faroe now?" Oscar whines. "I wanna play."

Kayne ruffles his hair again. "Alright, go play with Os for a few minutes and come back. Your mommy is talking to Faroe for a reason."

Oscar's eyes widen as if he realizes something, and he nods. "I'm gonna play with Os." He runs off just behind a tree to both men's knowledge.

Kayne sighs in relief.

........

Papers go flying, and a man sighs. "Little Oscar." A man kneels down. "Oscar isn't in right now."

"Hi, Mr. Collins." Oscar stares up at the man.

Dennis sighs. Apparently, this is an alternate version of Oscar, who was never separated from his parents, and all the other stuff didn't happen. He knew his Oscar's father was totally unaware of the child. This kid has been visiting on and off for a year. "Help me clean up the papers and tell me why you are here."

Oscar nods doing the best a four year old could do. "Mommy is talking to Faroe about important stuff, but she told Mr. Lester, it was girl stuff. I don't know why mommy is lying, but Daddy said I should play with Os while they talk. He doesn't think Os is real."

Dennis collects the rest of the papers and gets up. "Ah, I see about the talk you guys had earlier."

Oscar nods. "Yeah, but I have another question."

"Go ahead." Dennis places the papers down.

"What's courting?" Oscar stares up at Dennis. "My uncle Hastur is trying to court, Mr. Lester."

Dennis without missing a beat. "Boyo, he's trying to make Mr. Lester his husband."

"Ooooooh." Oscar nods. "Ok, thank you, Mr. Collins. I wanna marry my version of you."

Dennis chuckles. "Oscar, I don't believe that will be possible." He knows his deal with his Oscar stopped him from dying the first time. "But you keep telling yourself that."

Oscar huffs and vanishes.

.......

"Aha!" Kayne grabs Oscar, and he giggles. "You're a slippery one! That's my little monster."

Oscar giggles. "Daddy!"

"Did you have fun with Os?" Kayne carries him back to Arthur.

"Mmmh, Os wasn't there. I talked to Mr. Collins." Oscar smiles as he is placed down.

Kayne nods. "Oh, that's good." He smiles as Faroe immediately attaches to his son's side. "Did you have a nice talk?"

Faroe puffs out her cheeks. "You don't scare me."

"No." Lucifer crosses her arms.

"I didn't even say anything." Kayne huffs. "Oh, who am I kidding? You know me way too well." He walks over and kisses her, and them whispers what Oscar told him about Hastur in her ear.

Arthur approaches the two children. "Faroe, was Lucy being nice?"

Faroe nods. "Yeah! I like her."

Arthur seems incredibly relieved. "That's good. Now Faroe, don't get your dress too dirty."

"Yes, Daddy." Faroe is already pulling Oscar to play around the pond.

Arthur returns to the two adults. "Thank you for your help, Lucy."

Lucifer nods. "Of course, your daughter is a good one."

......

Kayne floated through the palace and came upon the music room, the dancers strangely absent from their favorite room. He saw Hastur playing a violin poorly, but he hasn't broken it. "Oh? Do my own eyes deceive me? The mighty king in yellow is struggling in a shell to play a human instrument."

"Nerophropte." Hastur growls. "Have you punished your spawn for infecting me with this disgusting desire."

Nerophropte tilted his head and realized the melody was the one Arthur created for his daughter. "You've grown attached to a mortal man."

The bow snaps in Hastur's hand. "I will simply kill him. That will solve this infection."

"You know I tried that with Lucifer." Nerophropte takes the broken bow. "I went after her legions, I killed thousands of demons, and she never faltered. All of our fights she always managed to take a piece of me. I could never touch her of course she was still going by he back then. She was amazing and didn't scare at all. All I had was power, Hastur, and it was never enough." He has a dreamy look in his eyes. "I had power, I had a realm I had mortals twisted under a finger. Yet I didn't have her, and she never submitted. I spoke to her for the first time, and I realized she had already won. No struggling, no true fight left. Her words left me weak and defenseless. Of course, I thought back then she was a weakness, and I tried so hard to get rid of her. I failed, obviously." He laughs. "She nearly killed me, but she didn't. She told me I was the best fight she ever had and left me to lick my wounds. I realized too late what I truly felt."

"But I could kill him. I can wipe him off the stupid planet of his like he never existed." Hastur growls, putting the violin down. "I can drive him mad, make him kill his spawn, and I could break him."

"But you don't want to." Nerophropte hands him the bow mended as new.

".....I don't." Hastur's voice was nearly a whisper. "What did he do to me?"

"Nothing, but allow yourself to change." Nerophropte hums. "Ah, right, why I'm here. Have you seen Oscar? He's been very keen on bringing Faroe with him here. We had a talk, but children are children as they say, and he takes after his mother and just wants to do what he wants."

Hasur leaves his human shell and growls. "Keep your spawn out of my realm."

"No can do." Nerophropte laughs floating up to meet Hastur's face. "My boy is slippery and a stubborn thing. Oh, I'm so proud of him already."

Hastur turns away. "Your spawn is an annoyance."

"Maybe you can ask Oscar to bring Faroe, and she can tell you what her daddy likes." Nerophropte giggles and vanishes.

Hastur growls. He knew Nerophropte was right. He would never let him know that.

......

"So Oscar isn't with Hastur, but he is acting just like me when I had a crush on you." Nerophropte smile laying next to Lucifer on the couch.

"So is Faroe going to lose her father unless I intervene?" Lucifer raised a brow.

"Nooooo. Hastur realized killing him won't do anything. Actually, I think he is waiting for Oscar to visit so he can ask little Faroe what her daddy likes." Nerophropte laughs.

"So where's Oscar?" Lucifer sighs. "You know the one thing I asked you to do."

"Well, I checked Earth and asked Faroe, who doesn't like being woken up. I asked Chutulu, and she was messing with her mortals, so she didn't know, and Hastur didn't see him either. Maybe Os is real, and I can't go where he goes to talk to them."

"Maybe Os is his own realm." Lucifer hums and smiles softly. "I can't enter your realm even though you've tried. What if it's like that? But because he's a part of both of us, neither of us can enter."

Nerophropte stared up at Lucifer with complete adoration and love. "I love you so much."

Lucifer sighs and brushes the hair out of Nerophropte's face. "I hope he's safe."

"Of course he is. It's his realm. Nothing can enter without his permission, and he can control everything in it." Nerophropte smiles. "I'm proud of him."

"So am I." Lucifer sighs. "Faroe is quite stubborn. She will make an excellent hunter in the future unless you want to convince he to be something else."

"Darling, I believe our little monster will take her under his wing.... wait, he's too young to make deals, right?" Nerophropte looks up to his wife who makes a face. He sits up and stares at her. "He's too young, right?"

"Wellllll." Lucifer takes a breath. "Um, about that... that's what I was training him about this week."

"Lucifer, those are permanent for someone like our boy! Fuck." Nerophropte gets up and starts pacing. "Did you even tell him that? What if that's what he's doing, and I can't stop him!"

"Nerophropte." Lucifer growls, causing her husband to stop. "Did you notice his new necklace?"

"Necklace?" Nerophropte looks at his wife. "What do you mean?"

"My brother.... my former brother owed me a favor." Lucifer grimaced. "It's a bit barbaric, but he has a cross it will stop any ability to make deals unless he removes it. It's painful and I told him that, but it's necessary. He's too young to understand what a true deal means, and until he's old enough to understand, he will wear it." She reveals the still healing burns on her hands. "It's the strongest I could get."

Nerophropte takes her hands and kisses them.

"I never want to hurt him, but...." Lucifer sniffs close to tears. "He smiled after I put it on. He smiled at me, and he only asked why his tail and horns were gone. Nerophropte, I hurt him."

Nerophropte brushed her tears away. "No, you didn't. When he's old enough to understand, we will let him choose. Right now, he's safe."

Lucifer pulls Nerophropte into a hug. "I still feel horrible."

"Don't, we are doing our best. You're doing your best." Nerophropte hums. "Come on, you have to help Hastur now."

"What?" Lucifer pushes her husband off.

"He's trying to teach himself violin. Lucy, it's barely passable." Nerophropte whines.

"I'm not teaching him." Lucifer hisses.

"But we may catch Oscar running around." Nero wiggles his brows.

Lucifer narrows her gaze. "Your manipulation attempts are still terrible, but if it gets me in His realm, fine. I'm not giving him a golden violin."

Nerophropte descends in a giggling fit.

......

Little Oscar looked like he was about to cry while the adult Oscar was about to do the same, regteting snapping and yelling. Dennis takes a breath, picking up the little boy and then pulling his Iscar to the couch and leans on him like a weighted blanket. "Boyo, things are different in your world, and taking that cross off won't get you me, and Oscar, take a breath and relax."

Oscar takes a breath. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have shouted. I had a rough day, and I shouldn't have yelled at you it's not your fault." He wipes his eyes.

Little Oscar doesn't cry but looks frustrated. "But you made a deal with Mr. Collins after you took off your cross for the first time. Why can't I do it?"

Oscar blinks. Ok, he didn't scare the younger him he just confused him.

Dennis chuckles. "Because I'm already dead in your timeline. I was sacrificed in the war to summon a demon. My Oscar came by luck alone because he took off his cross all the way in America, and I was in Europe. My Oscar chose to make a deal with me and not the summoners. The war is long over in your timeline, and so I was never able to make a deal with you, so I died."

"But... but..." Little Oscar sniffs. "I wanna have you as a husband even if it's a different you. I wanna be like big me here."

"I'm flattered boyo, but it took a long time for us to even get along and even longer to fall in love. I was a very bad man, I still am, but Oscar loves me anyhow." Dennis ruffles the boys hair.

"I'll save you and... and I'll wait! We'll be friends first then and then, and then we'll be husband's!" Little Oscar huffs and vanishes.

Oscar groans. "I'm sorry."

"Why? He's you if you were never forcibly separated away from your parents and went back like two decades before you were born. Why would I be upset with either of you? You know I hope he saves me. Maybe I won't be such a bastard if he did." Dennis chuckles.

"You just want to meet another, you, and size them up." Oscar scoffs. "Although, I never thought I would be so sure I would have a husband."

"Maybe years in the church suppressed the true you.... I mean romance wise, not how it literally did." Dennis pulls Oscar into a half hug. "Always knew what I liked never cared much about societies views."

"I'm trying to be better. Seeing and talking to my younger self, I realized how much I lost being torn away from my family." Oscar sighs. "Thank you." He sputters and accidentally claws Dennis as the younger him appears again. "H-hey."

Little Oscar stares up at them. "I told my daddy, and he still doesn't think you're real."

Dennis covers his mouth, stifling a laugh.

Oscar leans down, picking up the younger him. "I mean I wouldn't believe this situation either."

"But why?" Little Oscar huffs. "This isn't fair." He seems to be quiet for a moment before he grabs his older self, and they both vanish.

.........

Nerophropte was making dinner. He could feel his son appear behind him. "Not yet, my little monster." A voice that was not his son spoke.

"....please put me back." The man stumbles back as Nerophropte turns around. His hair is long pulled back in a ponytail. It's dark brown, nearly black. His right arm was covered in bandages up to his shoulder, and his left was covered to the elbow. He was wearing jeans and a plain black shirt. He had freckles that matched his son and brown eyes that also matched. A heavy looking cross hangs around his neck with assorted rosaries along his right arm.

Oscar stomped his feet. "See! Oscar is real."

Nerophropte swallows. "Oscar?"

The man flinched and looked nervous. He was messing with his gloves, not keeping eye contact.

"Oscar, go clean up. Dinner should be ready soon. I want to talk to Os alone." Nerophropte watches his boy run off as he then returns his gaze to the man. "You aren't from this world."

The man flinched. "N-no... I um...." He takes a breath. "He's been coming by for a year now. I didn't think... I mean... kay - my father can't enter this universe. He doesn't know it exists. Which is probably a good thing..."

Nerophropte didn't like that this version of his son looked so scared. He also looked hurt with all the bandages. "Tell me the difference."

The man nods and begins.

Nerophropte is silent for just a moment after the man finishes. "Do I still care about you?"

The man's eyes flick up to Nerophropte's. He nods. "Your memory is still not entirely there, but it's coming back. You're trying to understand and figure out all that you have lost." He messes with his gloves again. "I really should get back, I shouldn't be here."

"But dinner." Little Oscar huffs climbing on the older version of himself lap.

"I don't want to impose." The man smiles nervously and sighs when Nerophropte places a bowl of something that would kill a man in front of him.

"Nonsense, you are just another version of my son, so that means you are just another child of mine." Nerophropte smiles and makes a smaller bowl for his boy and himself sitting down. "So tell me about Dennis, my boy talks about him being his husband."

The older Oscar blushes a deep red. "Well, um, the me here won't be able to meet him, I uh made a deal with him as an accident during the war. I was in the orphanage and took my cross off for the first time, and it was an accident. We really hated each other when we met again. It took a long time for us to be civil, I was a priest, and he was a serial killer hitman." He sighs. "Our first interactions as adults I hit him in the face with a bedpan to stop him from killing someone. Um... actually, the other you killed him, and then i owned him."

"Now why did the other me do that? He didn't remember, and I assume he didn't know about you either at the time." Nerophropte looked interested as older Oscar poked at his food.

"Dennis never really told me why, and you just said he was getting in the way. You apologized after you started to remember me." Oscar finally bites the bullet and takes a bite. He doesn't realize he's crying till the younger him points it out.

"Why are you crying, Oscar?" Little Oscar stared up at his adult self.

Oscar swallows and quickly rubs his face. "I'm fine. I just... it's been a long time, and I've forgotten." He takes a breath. "I apologize."

Nerophropte felt a pain inside of him he hated it. "You are welcome to come by at any time. You are just another version of my son. Does the other me not cook for you?"

"I don't think he eats anymore." Oscar frowns, staring at the bowl of food. "His memory is spotty at best as much as he tries to hide it. He's busy anyway trying to figure out how to reopen the earthly realms. I don't want to bother him." He quickly finishes the bowl. "Thank you for this. I have to go."

Before either Nerophropte or Little Oscar could react, the older Oscar vanishes.

Nerophropte bites his tongue and takes a breath that sounded like a whistle. "Oscar?"

"Yes?" Oscar stared up to his dad.

"I'll find Dennis for you, and make sure you two can eventually meet." Nerophropte smiles. "But you have to promise to bring Os around more."

Oscar looked excited. "Yes! Thank you, Daddy!"

Oh, Lucifer was going to kill him, but he didn't care. Both of them deserved to be happy. Oh well, he'll explain once Oscar is asleep.

......

"So we're in a bubble created by our boy?" Lucifer raised her brow as Nerophropte slipped into bed next to her.

"Kind of our dimension, our universe has been separated from all the other ones. I have no idea how he did it, but I am unable to leave it, even through my own realm." Nerophropte frowns. "If I was, I would have been killed like all my other selves. Death is something I hold no fear for, but when the other Oscar talked about it, I felt a fear. I don't want our boy to go through what he did , and he deserves deserves a family, well, until the other me can fully remember." He bites his lip. "He didn't even recognize you in our photo together."

"I don't expect him to." Lucifer frowns. "He was just turning five when that happened. Can you recall your fifth year of life or before that?" She sighs as her husband shakes his head. "This also explains why Arthur is important, well not important, but why you couldn't touch him till our boy interfered." She chuckles softly. "Ah, it also means that since our Hastur didn't lose his heart, they were already fated to be together... I know you don't believe that, but let me have this."

"Your ideas of fate and soul mates vex me, but I think you're not wrong." Nerophropte floats above Lucifer and holds out a finger. "Only this one time!"

Lucifer giggles. "Now Nero, you failed to explain something."

"Did I now?" Nerophropte smirks.

"Who's Mr. Collins." Lucifer hums.

"Ah, well, that's a surprise." Nerophropte vanishes.

Lucifer growls. "Get your ass back here before I drag it back." She hisses and lays in bed for a moment before getting back up. "Fucking marry a being of madness, it will be fine, no of course not."

.......

"Why does your mommy look mad?" Faroe tilts her head.

"Mommy couldn't find Daddy. She said he was up to something and didn't trust it." Oscar shrugs. "They are being weird because I brought the bigger other me to visit."

"How many other yous are there?" Faroe looked curious.

Oscar was counting on his fingers. "Uh, 6, but that me is very nice and has a husband."

"I didn't know boys could marry boys." Faroe hums. "Maybe my daddy can marry your uncle and we'll be family."

Oscar broke out in a smile. "Yeah!"

".... I did not think this through." A tall man with dark brown hair that was nearly black staring at his covered hands.

Oscar gasps and pulls Faroe to the man. "It's the bigger me!"

The adult Oscar gasps and stumbles back. "I uh oh... hey mini me, and uh, you're Faroe..." He frowns. "I didn't mean to bother you two. I was talking to my father about his, and I forgot he couldn't follow me."

"Am I really dead in your world?" Faroe looked excited for her an answer.

"Yes?" Os swallows. "Why are you happy about that?"

"Because I can make my other daddy happy when I visit." Faroe smiles.

"But it would make your father here upset." Os tries to fight kid logic.

"I'll just tell my daddy first, and I won't stay that long." Faroe nods, making perfect sense to her and little Oscar.

Os strains a smile. "Please wait till you're older."

"Ugh, everyone says that." Oscar huffs.

"Why are you wearing bandages? Did you get hurt?" Faroe points at Os's hand. "Oscar says you never take them off."

Os frowns and looks around. They were in a wooden area, and he couldn't identify a raven hair woman watching them, yet she made no move to interact with him or the children. "If I show you both, can I go back?"

Both children nod eagerly.

Os takes a breath and removes his gloves, showing hands that were pitch black with black claws that shined. He used his claws to remove both bandages in one swift swipe. His arms were covered where the bandages were in a thick black fur that was short but soft. "Normal people don't have fur, so I have to keep it hidden."

Faroe reaches out to pet the fur. "You feel like a kitten!"

"I wanna get fur." Oscar huffs but is excitingly petting along with Faroe.

"I can assure you our biology is the same, so you will." Os smiles and sits down.

"Do you shave it like my daddy shaves his beard?" Fareo giggles as Os's clawed hand ruffles her hair.

"Oh, do we get a beard too? Mommy can grow a beard, but she chooses not to." Oscar touches the older version of him face. "It feels like sandpaper."

Os chuckles. "Because I need to shave, and yes, I can grow a beard. No, I do not shave my arms. My fur is too thick and will break blades that try." His smile drops as that woman approached them. "I uh... I can just..."

"Don't." Lucifer frowns, Nerophropte wasn't kidding. The poor kid looked like he had been through hell metaphorically, and the number of crosses looked painful, and she could see burn scars of crosses under the fur and through the top of his shirt. Poor boy looked frightened as well. "What brings you back?"

"An accident." Os looked away. "I was trying to show Kay- my father about this stuff. I forgot he can't follow me here. He's um... his memories are still fragmented, but he won't hurt little me."

"Why would my other daddy hurt me?" Oscar looked up at Os.

Os frowns. "His mind is hurt, and it's healing, but slowly, it makes him a bit dangerous."

Lucifer sighs. "Oscar, go take Faroe to see your uncle."

Oscar looks to Faroe who grabs his hand.

"That's grown-up talk that they want to have adults talk." Faroe hums. "And we gotta convince your uncle to be my daddy's husband."

Oscar nods. "Yeah! Bye, Mommy, we'll be back later." The pair vanish together.

Oscar hugs his knees. "I'm sorry, I don't really know you."

"I don't blame you." Lucifer sits next to him. "So hell is really sealed off?"

"Along with everything else involving earthly realms. I don't know how to help. I don't even know how my powers truly work." Oscar gives a heavy sigh. "So what if I'm all powerful it means absolutely nothing because I can't use it. I'm scared of it." He swallows. "I gave Hastur a new heart in my world, and Noel doesn't mind being fused to him, I just.... I don't know how I did it. Kayne... my father is trying to be encouraging, but he doesn't understand I was raised human, I became a priest for fucks sake. I'm trying to unlearn all this self-hatred... i... i..." He gasps as he is pulled into a tight embraced.

"Alright, that's enough of that. Tell me about Mr. Collins. Your father in this world refuses to tell me anything and vanishes, saying it's a surprise. I love him, but he is still a being of madness." Lucifer sighs picking up oscsr so they are now both standing.

"He's the first contract I made, and eventually, he became my husband." Oscar prepares to be lectured.

"That is quite the rariety." Lucifer smiles. "How old were you, and how did it happen."

"13, and he was 18 being used as a sacrifice to summon a demon. I took off my cross for the first time and ended up in the war, and I didn't want him to die. We hated each other for a long time after we met again he was a contract killer, and I was a priest." Oscar gives a small smile. "Even with that after he was killed and we became bound, he was kind to me even though I swear I had no influence over him."

"You know once a contract is full filled and the spirit is bound, you can no longer influence their behavior moods or emotions." Lucifer smiles. "However long it took means that it was real from the both of you. ... you already realized that." She chuckles. "I apologize. I know I'm not there in your world, but I still can't help but fuss over you even if you're an adult."

"So it has happened before? I mean demons marrying the spirits who they contract with." Oscar messes with his hands.

"Of course, some contracts come about to the desire of marriage and never out living your love. Others happen naturally being close with another for so long feelings are bound to grow, but it's not guaranteed." Lucifer looks wistful. "Reminds me of me and your father. Oh, our battles were that of legends. Of course, none of them took place on earth. Oh, that would have been a disaster and probably got angels involved."

"How did you two meet?" Oscar raised a brow.

"Ask your father. Maybe it will shake a few memories loose." Lucifer clicks her tongue. "You should go before I decide to keep you."

Oscar breaks into a wide grin with tears in his eyes before he vanishes.

Lucifer sighs. "I'm no longer surprised on why Nerophropte was so insisted on making a new room."

........

[sarahrogersevans]

I Still Love You- Chris Evans xreader fan fic

Summary: Chris & reader were together for a while but broke up and a few years later Chris shows up at their door with a kid and things change between them maybe for the better

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of divorce, mentions of past relationship issues, soft Chris, dad! Chris, a lot of fluff, let me know if I forget anything

———-Chris’s POV———

It was hard for my wife and I to break up especially with our five year old son involved but we love our son so much and we ended on really good terms and we’ll figure out how to raise him and I wish her nothing but happiness.

My son Andrew and I got in the car to drive around & I needed a place for my son and I to stay at for a little while and I remembered my ex girlfriend Y/N still lives at the same place and I wanted to see if she would help us out though I was really nervous. My son Andrew said “where are we going daddy??” I looked in the mirror to look at him and said “we’re gonna go see an old friend buddy we’re almost there.”

We drove up to Y/N’s house and I got out and got Andrew out of the car and we walked up to the door and I knocked nervously waiting.

———-Y/N’s POV———

I heard a knock on my door while I was watching a movie and I got up to go see who was at my door and I opened it and saw it was my ex boyfriend Chris Evans with a kid and I hadn’t seen him in years since we broke up and I stood there for a minute frozen not knowing what to say.

Chris said “hey Y/N I’m so sorry I wouldn’t bother you unless it was important and I didn’t know who else to go to but I need your help, by the way this is my son Andrew.” I remembered the day we broke up and I was so sad but I still care about Chris and it was good to see him I hoped everything was ok.

I said “hi Chris no it’s alright please come in and hi Andrew it’s nice to meet you kiddo.” The two of them walked in and I closed the door after I let them in and said “Chris wow it’s been a while it’s good to see you umm.. is everything ok?”

Chris looked at me and then looked at his son and I’m guessing he wanted to talk in private and then he said “do you have Disney movies? I’d like to give Andrew something to watch he loves Disney.” I nodded and said yes of course!” I kneeled down by Andrew and smiled at him and said “hi Andrew, how about we go look at my Disney movies and pick one out huh?” He smiled at me and shyly said “ok.” Chris smiled at us as we walked over to my tv and I opened the cabinet under the tv and got out the Disney movies I had.

Andrew looked through the movies and pointed at lion king and said “can I watch lion kwin?” Chris laughed silently and said “he had trouble saying king so he says it like that though it’s adorable honestly, hey buddy you wanna watch that one? that’s a great choice!” Chris handed me the disk and I put it in the DVD player and got it set up for Andrew. Chris had Andrew sit on the couch and said “ok buddy I’m gonna go talk to Y/N for a minute I’ll be right back ok?” He kissed Andrew on the top of his head and Andrew nodded saying “ok daddy.”

I walked into the kitchen with Chris and said “ok so.. what’s going on? Where’s his mom?” Chris looked guilty and a little sad and sighed then said “Andrew’s mom and I split up recently unfortunately so what I wanted to ask.. could we stay here for a few days by chance? While I figure things out?” I looked at Andrew watching lion king and then looked back at Chris and I nodded and said “yea, of course Chris I still care about you and Andrew he’s so cute I love kids I don’t wanna have you guys with no where to go.” Chris sighed with relief and smiled at me and said “thank you Y/N I really do appreciate it, it’s good to see you.” I got nervous but said “no problem Chris I’m glad to help out and it’s good to see you as well Chris I missed you honestly.” Andrew came in the room and said “daddy? Can we go to the park?” Chris said “hey buddy! Yea you bet! Is there one around here?” I looked it up on google maps and said “yea there’s one by the school five minutes away.” Chris said “great! We’ll be back let me get this kids energy out.”

——-time skip——

Chris got back with Andrew and had him go take a nap in the guest room I have and Chris came to sit across from me in the living room and he saw I was staring into space and said “hey Y/N you alright?” I jumped back to where I was and looked over to my ex looking worried about me and I said “hey, oh yea I’m ok sorry.. just thinking about things.” Chris said “wanna talk about it? Hey by the way thank you for letting us stay here for a bit I hope we’re not making you uncomfortable.” I smiled at him and said “of course Chris! I’m glad you guys are here I promise it’s all ok and well I don’t know it’s just after we broke up.. I wasn’t sure I was gonna see you again I missed you. And .. never mind.” I didn’t think I should say what was on my mind and didn’t wanna make things awkward anyway too.

——— Chris’s POV———

I know she wanted to tell me something but I could tell she was nervous about it and I care about Y/N and I want her to be able to feel like she can trust me again and just seeing her interact with Andrew earlier I know she loves kids and always is so sweet and gentle with them.

I looked at Y/N and said “hey hun please tell me what’s on your mind? You can tell me.” Y/N looked over at me nervously and fidgeted with her hands and said “ok so I dated a bit but the reason why I’m not with anyone right now, I never got over you and I still have feelings for you I didn’t think anything was still there but when you showed up those feelings stirred back in.” She looked back over at the window to stare outside after that and I knew now I should tell her one of the the reasons of why my wife and I separated.

After hearing her say that I felt happy to know how she felt. I got up and went to sit next to Y/N and said “Y/N hey, I’m glad you told me, were you thinking I’d feel awkward from that?” She looked at me and nodded saying “yea I wasn’t gonna say anything but having you here with Andrew I didn’t wanna have you leave and not tell you.”

I wanted to take her hands in mine and said “May I?” She smiled and said yes.” I gently took her hands in mine and held them in my lap and said “I’m glad you said that because one of the reasons why my wife and I separated was because of how I felt about you, I still love you sweetheart and seeing you with Andrew made me realize it more, I know I didn’t treat you well in the past and I felt awful about how I left things but I wanna tell you now that I love you so much and I don’t wanna let you go again.”

————Y/N’s POV———

I hugged Chris not knowing what came over me and I noticed he didn’t hug back and I moved away and said “I’m .. I’m sorry I-“ before I could finish Chris moved closer and wrapped his arms around me and said “shh no it’s ok you just took me by surprise it’s ok I’m here.”

After the hug I said “you know I would never try and replace Andrew’s mom right?” Nervously overthinking that thought of him worrying about it. Chris smiled at me and said “oh hey I know you wouldn’t do that I trust you Y/N, and I mean what I said darling I love you I love you so much and I missed you.” I felt so happy and I hugged him again and said “I know you mean it Chris and I love you too I don’t wanna lose you again.” Chris tightened his grip in response and said “ I got you baby I’m not going anywhere.”

I thought the idea for this one was sweet 😊♥️♥️ enjoy xx

@chrisevansdaughter @fluffycutecevans

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@imyourbratzdoll

@marvelstarker-mha98

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[midnight-talescape]

Mine (Yandere King Cold x Adopted Reader)

Kinktober Day 2: Daddy/Mommy Kink

By this point I clearly have some issue (Also please call the cop if this happen irl, this is here because I’m a kinky shit)

Warning: father and adopted daughter fucking, drug, blood, scarring, daddy kink, swearing, stomach bulge, implied consent, yandere?, ooc a little bit, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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“Lord (Y/N), his majesty has summon for you,”

You nodded your head before waving away the minion, and get ready to meet the king. Your adopted father the one and only King Cold.

As you begin to walk toward his personal quarter, you wonder what the summoning was about? After all it’s unusual for him to summon you this late, to his personal quarter nonetheless.

But then again it’s not like it’s the first time, after all having left his 2 children and adopted child in charge there really was nothing he need to stress over. Being a bit loose on where to meet up was a tiny  issue. 

“Perhaps it’s about my proposal,”  You said to yourself as you open the door

King Cold was swirling his wine glass around with his head prop on his hand when you came in. You kneeled onto the floor,

“Greeting father, you called for me?”

He looked up with a disapproving look and said,

“How many time do I have to tell you to call me daddy, darling,”

He always insisted on you calling him daddy, something about bringing the family closer, but never seem to insist it on Frieza or Cooler.

“Sorry daddy, force of habit,”

He smiled satisfied and pull you onto his leg with his tail, surprising you and causing you to hit your head on his plated chest.

“Ow-daddy wha-“ before you can finish he forcefully hold the wine to your lip.

“Shhhh, drink up first, darling. Then we can talk,”

Not one to disobey him, despite your instinct telling you to not drink it, you took a sip of the liquid. After all what could go wrong?

Seeing that you drank the liquid despite being unhappy with the small amount you drink, King Cold lowers the glass and put his head on your shoulder.

“So anything you wanna ask me?”

You shuddered both from his icy breath breathing across your neck and the discomfort of being this close together. You took a deep breath before answering,

“Yes, daddy did you call me perhaps about my proposal?”

You feel him tighten his hold on you, seemingly trying to meld you into his body.

“Yes, about that proposal, I have decided against it,”

You struggle to turn around and face him,

“But daddy, why?!”

He tipped your face toward him with a displeasure look,

“I just don’t understand what’s the point of marrying you to someone for a few planets. If we need it we can just send the army,”

“But father, the ‘few’ planets they own can produce enough foods to feed our entire army, and we will lose all the technology they have if we conquer them instead.” you said as you wave your hand around trying to reason with him,

“So that’s it then?” He grabbed both your hand,

“Wha-“

He leaned toward your face,

“You like them,”

Now slightly terrified and very confused you struggle to get out of his grip.

“Wha-no, please let me go. You’re hurting m-“

With a snarl he slammed you onto the desk.

“OW! WHAT THE FU-“

Your cry was cut short when King Cold wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Quiet now, darling. How many time do I have to tell you to call me daddy? And trying to leave me? You belong to me, and only me! You know naughty little girl get punished,” 

Before you can protest your cloth was rip off of your body, leaving you naked and shivering either from the cold or the fear.

‘Okay maybe it’s a good time to start running’

You attempted to gather your ki to maybe distract him long enough to get the fuck out of there.

“Wha-“

Before you can figure out why you can barely use your power, you felt him force the rest of the wine against your lip again. Realizing something off you refuse to drink it.

Seeing this he chug the wine, before kissing you and forcibly feeding you the wine.

After a while finally satisfied, he let go of you and you started coughing, wine dripping down your body.

“Don’t try anything stupid, darling. What did you think I fed you the wine for?”

As soon as he said that you felt your body starting to heat up and the ability to use ki completely disappear.

“How do I make the universe know you belong to me, hmmmmm?”

Happy that you’re now incapacitated he sit back on his throne and ask with a musing tone,

“How about some nice scar on your body~”

Just as he said that he slowly trailed his finger down your body using his nail to slowly scratch up your body, leaving trails of blood.

Tears begin to well up in your eye, absolutely terrified knowing how despite the elegance of his movement, he can kill you at any moment.

“Aw~ there’s no need to cry, I won’t hurt you,” he said wiping away your tears with his tail, before finishing his sentence, “that bad,”

He hold you in place with one hand, stopping your futile attempts of a struggle.

“Look at how wet you are, darling. It’s like you’re inviting me,” he mused as he push 3 fingers into you,

“Ahh~ take it out- please, daddy- ungh- too much, please-“ you sobbed out accepting your fate,

“It’s gonna hurt more later, if I don’t do this now,” he said ignoring your cry continuing to pump his finger into you, slowly increasing the amount stretching you out.

Soon you felt a knot in your stomach which quickly came undone once he hit your g-spot.

Feeling you shuddering and crying under his finger he let out a smirk and after a few more time he picked up your limped body.

“Tired already? But we’re just getting started, darling,”

(Disclaimers this part is only here because my friend won’t shut up about the thigh, blame her not me. Also froggy if you’re reading this you have issue)

He placed you in between his large meaty thigh and directed your head toward his cock. Closing his thigh around you to keep you from escaping and lightly crushing you.

“Now come on, make daddy feel good. After all it’s only fair,”

Now mind blank and delirious from your multiple orgasm, you can only follow his command. You gently wrap your mouth around it shivering from the cold and started deepthroating whatever amount you can. The part that you can’t deepthroat you jerked off with your hand.

After awhile dissatisfied with your pace, King Cold took it into his own hand and started face fucking you.

You gagged unable to breath and having the cock slamming onto the back of your throat every time he slammed into your mouth wasn't helping. Your eyes stream with tears realizing the ridiculous situation you're in.

After who knows how long he pulled out allowing you to breath for a quick second before cumming all over your face.

You cough from the excessive amount of cum on your face, also it was blocking your airway.

King cold tilted your face up, wiping some of the cum off your face.

“You look so beautiful with my cum all over your face, darling,” 

(This is just for you froggy)

Noticing your completely daze look he pinned you onto the desk and separate your legs. 

Realizing what was about to happen you struggle out of your daze state.

“Ple-please, daddy. Don’t do it, I’m fucking scared” you sobbed out

Sensing how you’re actually terrified and calming down from his rage of jealousy, he let out a little hum and wiped away your tear.

“Shhhh it’s fine, I will make sure you enjoy it.”

After saying that, he quickly pushed into you and you let out a wail of pain. Feeling like you’re being split in half, and feeling like someone is shoving a icicle into your body. After he pushed in about a third of his length, he stopped allowing you time to adjust.

After awhile finally getting use to the pain and feeling a emptiness inside you, you nodded through your tear stain face for him to continue.

Seeing you’re ready he quickly holds you in place before slamming into you with a force, that is pure miracle didn’t break the desk you're currently laying on.

“Haah... stop, please… Uugh.. slow down….Aaah...too fast…”

Ignoring your desperate cry for him to slow down, King Cold quickly hooked your leg around his shoulder and using this new position manage to slammed more of his length inside you. 

“Haaaahhh…daddy stop….aaah… daddy please….uugh”

You sobbed and clawed at the desk trying to distract yourself from the giant amount of pleasure you’re feeling.

“Hey, hey focus on me darling,” King cold grabbed your arm and putting you hand on your stomach so you can feel the bulge thats appearing on your stomach, “Theres no need to do that, look at how well you’re taking me in right now,”

Feeling the bulge, in your daze state you decided to push down on it. Causing you to moan in pleasure and having a orgasm, while causing King Cold to let out a groan of pleasure and tighten his hold on your body.

“Darling you ask for what happen next,” King Cold snarl before slamming into you again with more force and eventually breaking into your womb, causing you to nearly lose consciousness from the pleasure.

After who knows how long you felt him disposing his cum into your womb.

After awhile he flipped you over and another round of fucking ensued.

When it was finally over, King Cold hold your cum covered and abused body closed to him and whispered into your ears right before you passed out,

“Your mine understand, darling?”

[bunnydol]

hai bunny!!! im here to continue our talk from discorddd! (tumblr let me send asks from a side blog challenge) but honestly i just wanna know ur thoughts on the LIs + wren + bailey!!! ☺️☺️

how i feel about the LIs… oh my…

robin the orphan is an irresistible sweetheart. they seem to genuinely care so, so much. definition of childhood friends to lovers. there is something pressurizing about their reliance on pc, when their trauma is high and they need saving. sometimes the guilt is a lot to bear, but it’s worth it for them.

whitney the bully is one of my favorite li’s. i have a soft spot for violent, toxic relationships, and they hit all my marks. when i played my first runthrough, i fell in love with them. they are brash, dirty, cruel… i prefer them domineering.

eden the hunter is another favorite… the idea of being a little hunter’s boywife, there to be subservient and struggle under stockholm syndrome… i personally want to be a little pet yknow? what i wouldn’t give to have my needs met by a cold, domineering person like that…

kylar the loner… yandere tropes are some of my favorite tropes. their willingness to attack strangers at high jealousy, their ability to conform to whatever i desire them to be, wanting to baby trap the player… i want to be the only one for them, just like how they are the only one for me.

avery the businessperson is probably the closest to my ideal irl type, in that they are a sugar parent to pc. i love them because of their money, their toxicity, their kindness they show at high love… i want to be their arm candy, desperately.

the black wolf is misunderstood to me! i’m just a poor little monsterfucker, you see, so i have a bias. all i can say is i wouldn’t mind being passed around by a bunch of wolf hybrids in the woods.

the great hawk… oh, my darling hawk. my life partner. the more sane of the two hybrids. i have yet to ever meet the great hawk in game, but i want to do a playthrough just for them. i want to be their little bird forever.

alex the farmer is my favorite li. they may not be the best at getting pc off, but their love is genuine. they care, they are genuinely kind. they want to protect their farm and run the family business. they are the only li in-game to have fully developed plot lines if pc gets pregnant and has a baby on the farm. they are an ideal partner, and i’ll happily be a homesteader with him.

sydney the faithful/fallen is my guilty pleasure. corrupting an innocent mind, helping them fall from grace, dragging the godly down to hell with me while we accept pleasure, it’s one of my favorite guilty pleasures.

wren the smuggler gets me hot and bothered. i’ve never run into them in-game, not yet at least, but the idea of playing strip blackjack with them and then having to sit on their lap while we play together makes butterflies fly around in my stomach. i’m bad at cards, i hope they teach me so i can lose on purpose.

bailey the caretaker… i have daddy issues. i have a thing for much older guys. they are rude, evil even for how they run the orphanage, cruel for demanding so much money even if we leave the orphanage behind… i’d let them do whatever they wanted to me.

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Sam Guthrie/Cannonball:After a shaky start, Sam gets a job interview for X-Factor Investigations. In the kitchen.

"You should talk to Jean or David, when he wakes up," he advised. "You've clearly been through a lot, and I'm sure you want to keep your privacy around telepaths like me. They're good at teaching people to shield their minds from psychics."

"Oh shit," Sam hissed. "Sorry, sorry- I took a shielding class at Muir but I was hardly around a telepath so practicing was.... a bit tricky..."

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, mumbling a barely audible, "there goes your shot at that job Sammy," before turning to look at Quentin, nothing but pure concern on his face. "Are you alright? I didn't- I'm sorry. I'll work on it."

Quentin released his white-knuckle grip on the counter and stood up to stretch out the fresh crick in his neck and soreness in his arms and legs. "Don't shit yourself, it takes more than a little residual trauma to turn me off. I'd never get off if that were the case," he quipped as he did an overhead triceps stretch, keenly aware of how much he was revealing in a crop top. Shifting the balance of dominance back in his favor, as he preferred it. "Why do you want to work for X-Factor, anyway?"

"Savin' the day from a big monster is fine and all I guess, and I'm sure there's folks that love goin' around saving dimensions an' doin' big ol' trips to go help the world... but my hometown had folks come in every summer to help us and people tryin' to stop us from getting worse and natural disasters that brought in folks to put us back together and that's not what I'm interested in doin'. I was part of that rigamarole my whole life. The folks I always admired? They were the ones who put in the work in the community- the ones who helped take care of things, handled situations when they happened, and then tried to make sure they didn't happen again." Sam sighed. "Daddy always told me that you didn't fix a problem just cause you stopped it from getting worse, that you had to tackle the problem too, ya had to learn about it and take steps to make sure it didn't happen again. I reckon that's what y'all're best at. Y'all catch the bad guy and then help to make folks less vulnerable to the next one. That's the kind of work I wanna do."

Sam rolled his shoulders back and offered Quentin an awkward smile when it made the burn scar on his arm show from the sleeve of his t-shirt. "You can't individualize a systemic issue, but you can help individuals that're trapped in systemic issues. It's work worth doin' and I wanna be involved in it."

The telepath stopped mid-stretch, frozen as he processed Sam's words, then lowered his arms and sat back down. "That's very astute. I might steal that and claim it as my own," Quentin teased. "Do you have any experience with private investigating? Or criminology or the law?"

“I graduated high school early to illegally work in a coal mine to support my eight younger siblings.” Sam replied, shaking his head. “That’s about the only thing I’ve got experience with aside from bartending but I was heavily involved in the union. Worked with the secretary of our chapter and did a lot of the clerical work and pourin’ over labor law……..What I don’t know I’ll learn. Take any course available to me and work twice as hard as a pair of Percheron mules. I ain’t in the habit of lettin folks down.”

Quentin smirked, amused and encouraged by Sam's eagerness. "Sis, chill. I was younger than you and had far less experience doing anything besides being a whiny bitch when I started, and now I'm running things. Which is crazy to think about, but anything's possible when other people are footing your bills and you're psychic. So I guess what I'm saying is, let's see what you got."

"T' clarify-" Sam said, slowly, "does that mean I'm in?"

[meirimerens]

hiii hello i wanna ask!! how do u perceive vlad jr and capella? what characterises them?? some headcannons maybe?? are they dry or wet

hiiiiii bestie ok i'm going to try to do my best bc i just worke up (yes at 1:30 in the afternoon bro i work into 4AM)

dry-wet spectrum:

vlad jr is wet to me like in a very Kinda Pathetic way. his wetness comes not from blood or tears, more from... like rainwater flowing down the well in his shack + general Swimming Tru It attitude.

capella is relatively dry in the same way the shore is. like a Dry outcrop in a vast sea of Wet. she appears a LIL wetter in PCHD design-wise but most PCDH designs are kinda wet to me regardless so you have to elaborate over the designs.

headcanons:

this ones dear to me and based I KNOW THIS on an image I've seen but for the love of god i can't find it anymore anyways when vlad got to hold his newborn sister when he was like 14 he cried (as opposed to maria who when she saw her newborn brother for the first time was like "ewwww")

he was a very good older brother for the first like 10-ish years of capella's life. loved to take her on supervised adventures and whatnot. loved to bring her out to the steppe and show her the odonghe and the herb brides and be like "those are our neighbors they're different from us but we must accept this difference because we're stronger together then" and stuff. i say "first 10-ish years" bc when his father started Really Hammering In that he wanted him to conform to the mold he had set or get the fuck out, Vlad Jr did in fact get the fuck out, and since then he's been distant

since he didn't Love his mother (but felt other things) and his relationship with his father is Strained To Say The Least, capella was like the one family member who he didn't feel like utter shit thinking/talking about/being with.

this is i think a brew of some p1 & p2 lore (or maybe not honestly girl I'm barely awake) but he 1) gets his ass drunk at the broken heart often [p2 lore] to cope with grief/a general Hollow left by the death of his mother and 2) met here rubin who's Also trying to cope with war trauma [p1] lore and The Rest Of It All. they bond over having massive daddy issues and not a fun kind. vlad jr "admires" (?) rubin for being way less of a massive coward as he feels like, and rubin just hangs out and absorbs through him the Needing To Be Like Father that he will never have to worry about anymore after Isidor's death bc Isidor chose the "other son" over him

capella looooves sweet things she loves little desserts and all. with the plague and the trains cutting them off from the rest of the world, she can't get like ingredience and it drives her a lil crazy but she keeps it together. eventually the trains work again and she can have her sweet treats. she's bad at baking/cooking but still tries bc she wants her sweet. vlad jr is not too horrible at baking/cooking sweets but if you asked him for a stew he'd unintentionally poison you, so he makes sweets sometimes and leaves them by capella's door without being noticed.

i think she'd play the piano i think she'd love to play the piano... i think her parents tried to teach vlad first but he was relatively uninterested, but it's different for her

i think she knows. about things and in general.

i don't mention the khan & capella p2 diurnal ending wedding hint a lot bc it's important to me to pretend I'm not seeing it as arranged marriages are like one of my most abhorred tropes ever, makes me want to kill somebody fr. But thinking about it a lil, within this marriage that they have as adults i think she very much knows he has no romantic love for her, and she has no romantic love for him, but they do care for each other a lot and they're fantastic wing(wo)men to each other to keep their freedoms on the sides. she goes out of her way to use her clairvoyance to find ways to let him leave on the wedding night unnoticed & tell him at what time he should be back so people don't think of anything, and he goes out of his way to cover for her when people ask questions about her, wonder about this and that, etc. in a way i think she likes the fun and excitement of it because it's not something anyone in her family experienced. even as the novelty of it wears of, they both keep doing that and entrenching themselves in the secret bc it makes them closer together, and it's how they keep their freedoms, their priceless freedoms. she lets her brother in on the secret & the arrangement because she knows he also does a lot of stuff on his own and has Many An Arrangment.

i don't have too much now bc i'm barely emerging but this is some of the lore;.. of the witnessing...

[milkviolets]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

i remember the day that this album came out, there was some heavy anticipation about it. seeing all of the people show up to the album release party, what a time to be alive. honestly though, it's a masterpiece of an album. i can't wait to get a new record player to spin this guy again. nothing beats listening to this banger when it's raining at night.

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓! ( 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓 ).

‘  I'm hoping that you'll keep your heart open  ’

‘  If you don't ask, I won't tell...  ’

‘   It all hurts just the same  ’

‘  Everything changed when the birds came  ’

‘  You'll never know what they might do if they catch you too early  ’

‘  Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying.  ’

‘  If I run away I'll never know  ’

‘  Something I saw, or something I did that made me like this...  ’

‘  I don't want to fight  ’

‘  I think I talk too much  ’

‘  I can taste it  ’

‘  I know I'll fall in love with you, baby... And that's not what I wanna do.  ’

‘  I've got this anxious feeling  ’

‘  I don't wanna be alone  ’

‘  Sharper the blade is, the easier it scars your soul.  ’

‘  Hope it's a phase or something...  ’

‘  Don't let me go  ’

‘  I don't know what to believe  ’

‘  What can I say that would make you see, make you need me ?  ’

‘  Don't mind me  ’

‘  I don't wanna let you down  ’

‘  I'm never satisfied  ’

‘  If I told you that I loved you, tell me, what would you say ?  ’

‘  If I told you that I hated you, would you go away ?  ’

‘  I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you.  ’

‘  I need a pick-me-up  ’

‘  I hope I don't burden you  ’

‘  You make me feel little how you're looking at me  ’

‘  Swim with me  ’

‘  Take you like a drug  ’

‘  I taste you on my tongue  ’

‘  Tell me something that I'll forget  ’

‘  It's crazy what you'll do for a friend  ’

‘  Go ahead and cry, little girl.  ’

‘  Nobody does it like you do  ’

‘  I know how much it matters to you  ’

‘  I know that you got daddy issues  ’

‘  And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do. ’

‘  I'd run away and hide with you  ’

‘  I keep on trying to let you go  ’

‘  I didn't cry when you left at first, but now that you're dead it hurts...  ’

‘  Where did my daddy go ?  ’

‘  You know what your mama went through  ’

‘  I was only 22 with a pocket full of truth, but I gave her everything that I had.  ’

‘  We were born and raised in the Golden State  ’

‘  I was brought up great  ’

‘  Got our names tattooed on each other  ’

‘  I was only [AGE] when we first tried things, when she/he/they first made me feel like a man.  ’

‘  Who am I gonna call ?  ’

‘  Who's the one you're sleeping with ?  ’

‘  Well, don't just sit in front of me and wait for me to talk.  ’

‘  You can call me up, phone works two ways, you know...  ’

‘  Loving me is not a joke  ’

‘  And all I ask you in exchange, love me back through every phase.  ’

‘  I know once you come to California, you won't ever look back.  ’

‘  Hopefully God is still down to forgive us  ’

‘  Are you bothered ?  ’

‘  What's the problem here ?  ’

‘  Give it to me slow now  ’

‘  I made love and I thought of you  ’

‘  My sister cried and my mama too  ’

‘  I'm begging, I'm even on my knees.  ’

‘  No, I don't think you should be worried for me.  ’

‘  I want a new yellow Ferrari from the 90's in the driveway  ’

‘  I know that you wouldn't like that  ’

‘  Don't tell me about the rules and break them  ’

‘  And don't tell me about mistakes and make the same ones I have made before  ’

‘  I met her at church, but she could be Satan...  ’

‘  You and I are two oceans apart  ’

‘  When I'm too far from you I look at the stars  ’

‘  You've got enough pain for both of us  ’

‘  I don't know if we should be alone together  ’

‘  If nobody's around, what's stopping us ?  ’

‘  I love to watch her dance  ’

‘  Can you let your baby be my girl ?  ’

‘  When you're in the room, you get my eyes.  ’

‘  I can make you laugh until you cry  ’

‘  You know you got all my attention  ’

‘  I don't mind being patient  ’

‘  I should've said that I loved you  ’

‘  R.I.P. to my youth  ’

‘  I'm just telling the truth  ’

‘  Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin  ’

‘  Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping  ’

‘  I'd like to be proud but somehow I'm ashamed...  ’

‘  Sweet little baby in a world full of pain  ’

‘  I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it...  ’

‘  Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad  ’

‘  When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop.  ’

‘  I was naive and hopeful and lost  ’

‘  I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the Internet.  ’

‘  I need a cigarette  ’

⠀༌༙ ⁎ ཾཾ ུ⁎