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HEYYYY SO I've got a request not sure if it's open or not just ignore it if not! Don't really wanna bother you but I thought you could write this since I love your writing really! So may I request a blind male reader x genshin boys. Just a simple request really, a reminder FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!! or maybe you could also add spicy things they would do. IT IS UP TO YOU!! HAPPY late late NEW YEAR TO YOU, MY DEAR!!

⎮Blinding Love⎮

⏤ Characters: Aether⎮Diluc⎮Gorou⎮Kaeya

⏤ Including: mention of injuries, minor possessive behaviour, soft nsfw, mention of heat

⏤ 3.200 words

♣︎ Aether

✷ You were born with congenital blindness. Your vision has always been poor and growing up with this particular trait, you learned how to live without being affected by it.

✷ Living in Mondstadt was rather easy to go around, the alleys were clean and taken care of properly most of the time, and despite the few sets of stairs leading to the Church that was your only problem, the rest was fine. You didn't need anyone's help as you were doing just fine on your own, though you would let Amber or Barbara guide you sometimes, knowing it was reassuring them.

✷ Being born in the city of freedom and living there since forever, people knew about your disability and would be kind enough to not stand in your way, some of them sometimes telling you when a land degradation has been noticed or anything that could be problematic.

✷ In other words, you were living just fine there. With your friends, and family by your side, you weren't less happy than anyone else because of your blindness.

✷ When Aether showed up to Mondstadt for the first time, you didn't get the opportunity to meet, and it didn't really matter. You only grew curious about him when you heard about his won battle against Dvalin. But it was rather awkward to ask about him randomly, so you didn't try to.

✷ Meanwhile, you caught Aether's interest as he often saw you with Amber, Kaeya or Barbara, but never coming towards him or greeting him. Though, you were just unaware that the presence in your back was him, and not just a passer-by.

✷ He discovered that you were blind by accident, as Paimon flew into your back while she wasn't paying attention, and Kaeya scolded her for it. Aether felt extremely embarrassed by his and Paimon's mistake, and also for thinking that you were rude for ignoring them.

✷ To make up for his misconception, which you weren't even aware of, he started to accompany you everywhere. It became quickly annoying, as he was treating you like a baby, even though you could take care of yourself perfectly fine. At some point, it really started to get on your nerves and politely told him what you were thinking.

✷ He made efforts to understand you more, and slowly, you became much closer. Before he left again to find his sister, he promised to come back as regularly as he could, and he did. Only holding your hand when the ground was damaged or telling you if someone was coming your way rapidly, he was always paying attention for the both of you.

✷ After a few months, he finally asked you out. Now being officially boyfriends, he suggested taking you with him on his journey, uncaring if it could slow him down in the search for his sister, he just wanted to spend more time with you. Undeniably, it has been the best days of his life, sharing everything and helping you discover Teyvat.

✷ On a more spicy note, despite being blind, you were the one with the more temper and confidence, and so, would take most of the decisions or verbally defend Aether. Your hearing was extremely sensitive, which was extremely useful to avoid a surprise attack, which saved you many times.

✷ In bed, it was the same case, with your strong confidence, you would either be a top or a power bottom. Knowing Aether's body by heart, you didn't need your eyes at all to drive him insane, and he was always quick to submit to you. He never cared about giving all the control to you, as he knew he would be rewarded with a mind-blowing orgasm.

✷ By the end of the night, Aether would often end up chained to the bed, enduring the overwhelming pleasure until you were satisfied. The way your hands touch him, and your lips collided with his, was enough to show him how much you loved or cared for him.

✷ No one could give him as much love and pleasure as you were, and that's why he will always protect you from everything. Keeping you by his side was his priority, even if it meant threatening someone through his actions instead of his words, so you couldn't catch on.

♣︎ Diluc

✷ You were born with a rare condition, which was to be completely blind. You couldn't see or detect light at all, the world has always been pure darkness for you.

✷ After living in Liyue all your life, you chose to sojourn in Mondstadt for an unknown amount of time. Your condition remained a secret for most, if not all the citizens of Mondstadt. With your brother by your side all the time, he was the only one who knew about it, and would guide you everywhere.

✷ Even though you hated needing him most of the time, you couldn't do anything without his assistance, so you swallowed your pride and accept the harsh reality. The only place where you didn't need help was your house, as you knew every corner of it, and as long as no one touch anything, you could live just fine.

✷ You met Diluc while walking in the street, with your brother by your side. As you were strolling around, listening to him describing verbally the city as well as he could, a man bumped into you, almost making you fall.

✷ Your brother didn't have the time to react when the man was grabbed strongly by the shoulder and forced to apologize, the Master of the Dawn Winery not allowing such rudeness in front of him.

✷ He was a bit confused about why you weren't looking at him or in his direction, until it clicked, understanding why you had always your brother holding you or whispering things in your ear. As newcomers were rapidly known around the city, gossips were inevitable, and he was rather surprised that you managed to keep this condition hidden from everyone.

✷ As the good man that he was, he never spoke about it to anyone. And to who would he say it anyway?-

✷ Curious, he would often check on you during his free time, or send gifts from the Winery, as you avoid crowded places like the Tavern. Diluc isn't good with feelings or expressing himself, so it took him a long time before directly interacting with you.

✷ Slowly but surely, he took your brother's place as your guide whenever he was free, walking around the city with you and even bringing you to the Winery. The time you spent together was extremely precious, and he even mentioned you to Kaeya a few times when he was drunk, sharing something with him for the first time in years.

✷ Diluc loved to write letters, but since you couldn't read them, he gave up. Until, he learned about braille, and finally, he gathers the courage to write you a letter expressing his deeper feelings, knowing almost nobody expects you could read it.

✷ With the help of your brother, who didn't question the content of the letter, wrote a reply. Which was positive, as the same afternoon, Diluc was knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers. You shared the softest kiss of your life, both your first one, as it was your first and last romantic relationship.

✷ Since then, you moved to the Winery with him, the maids taking care of most things for you. Absolutely adore you for bringing a smile to Diluc's face, and they became your closest confidants. You even convinced Diluc to introduce you to Kaeya, wanting to know more about his past, and consciously making them grow closer again, during the diner you invited Kaeya to every Sunday.

✷ With a good amount of money, Diluc paid to make the city more accessible for everyone, wanting you to be able to live in the easiest and most comfortable way.

✷ Diluc was extremely soft and conscientious with you, always making sure that you were alright with being touched or kissed. Your first time together was delicate and full of love, slow as you were both inexperienced, and your only goal was to show how much you cared about the other.

✷ As time went on, it didn't change much. Diluc was always focused on pleasing you, hearing your moans and praises, as it was enough for him to cum. He was devoted to you, set on serving you until his last breath. He was yours, and all your wishes will always be granted, whatever they were.

✷ Making love wasn't one of your priorities, as most touches were gentle and without any second thoughts. Still, when it does happen that one of you is particularly needy, the other is always here to dedicate himself.

✷ Diluc was the one who often ended up on his knee for you, mouth wide open as he gave you mind-numbing pleasure until all your worries washed away and only your love for him was remaining.

✷ You are the gentlest and most in love couple, already engaged, and that would do anything for the other.

♣︎ Gorou

✷ You became partially blind during the war, and you started suffering from blurry vision, eye pain and high sensitivity to light. Enabling you to continue fighting for the resistance.

✷ Gorou has always been a close friend of yours, even before the start of the war. When he became general of the Watatsumi Army, you followed him without thinking, wanting to support and protect your friend.

✷ During one of the numerous battles that took place, you went there under Gorou's command, jumping into the fight. It lasted for some long days, enduring a few minor injuries, but nothing important enough to make you leave the battlefield. Until an enemy took you by surprise and inflicted you with a wound that will never heal.

✷ You were transported out of the battlefield as soon as possible, but it was a lost cause. The damages done to your head and eyes were irreparable, and you had to accept that your life would never be the same again.

✷ Maybe it was shame or guilt, but you weren't able to face Gorou until the end of the war.

✷ You did your best to avoid him, and get busy in one way or another, even if you weren't physically able to go out yet. The light was causing you a violent headache, and you couldn't stay with your eyes open for too long. That's why you wore bandages around your head for some long days until it wasn't as painful.

✷ Successfully never crossing paths with Gorou, you felt yourself get better. Unfortunately, your luck couldn't do miracles for so long, as you get woken up by someone knocking at your door, and you open it without thinking. To your surprise, it wasn't one of the doctors that was standing there, but Gorou as you heard him stop breathing for a few seconds, whispering your name in shock.

✷ He went to find you, so he could announce the news himself, that the war was over. And instead, he found his closest friend with a bandaged head and grey eyes, void of emotions or profoundness.

✷ Just as shocked as him, you slammed the door shut, not knowing how to deal with this guilt except hiding away. Despite Gorou knocking at the door, and calling your name, you never opened the door, sitting on the ground in silence.

✷ He learned the truth from one of the men that were in your battalion, explaining what happened exactly and the extent of your injuries. Due to the sudden horrible information, Gorou had trouble processing the truth, blaming himself for your pain.

✷ After a long conversation with Kokomi, he concluded that he couldn't let your friendship end this way, and rushed to talk to you, even if he had to beg for hours until you open the door. But you gave up after a few minutes and witnessed a teary Gorou, that was apologizing over and over. This afternoon was filled with tears and pain, finally opening up to one another.

✷ Since then, Gorou was at your side day and night, doing everything that you couldn't do, checking on your injuries and making sure everything was fine. He strongly refused to leave your side, even when you went back home, as he begged until you accepted to let him sleep in your guest room.

✷ Maybe it was the constant closeness, or Gorou's need to protect you. But he ended up sleeping in your bed at one point, and then, using your clothes, hugging you suddenly, caressing your face the same way a lover would. And finally, on a drunken night, he kissed you, deeply and lovingly.

✷ You never talked about this night, you were close enough to understand the meaning of it. Accepting easily the change of relationship and status, now introducing the other as a boyfriend instead of a friend. It happened so easily, that you never questioned it. Gorou soon moved in with you, and stayed by your side, despite your ability to fully take care of yourself.

✷ After months of living together and sleeping on the same bed, everything happened naturally. One second, you were both kissing, your hands cradling his face and his griping your neck, and then, you were both naked, with Gorou moaning under you. Nails digging into your back and creating dark marks, not letting you go until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

✷ Rapidly, you noticed how Gorou was constantly needy, holding onto you and begging for a bit of attention. This behaviour was even worse when he was in heat, tempting you in the lewdest way to get you to destroy his body. So many nights were spent with Gorou's legs on your shoulders as you pound into him, filling him up to the brim.

✷ Gorou and you became inseparable, one was never seen without the other. Everyone was aware of how possessive and protective he was of you, no one daring to get too close or for too long. If his behaviour wasn't enough to tell that you were off limits, the numerous marks left on you were an even clearer message.

✷ Now, he was determined to keep you safe, protect you and love you. Becoming blind wasn't even a big deal anymore, as he was always by your side to do everything you weren't able to. Losing your eyes, you gained a devoted lover.

♣︎ Kaeya

✷ You became partially blind partly because of Khaenri'ah. Just like the few descendants and survivors of the ultimate destruction, you earned something from it, as it affected either your face or eyes. For you, it was your eyes only, which always reminded you of where you were from.

✷ Unlike a certain Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, this star in both your eyes caused your blindness. Forced to hide those rare and considered dangerous traits, you would wear a blindfold, telling curious people that you got badly injured in a fight and refusing to show the damages. And usually, it would make everyone uncomfortable enough to drop the topic.

✷ Travelling from city to city, you discovered the world without a set goal, only wishing to feel free and happy. You stayed for a little while at Snezhnaya, passed by Natlan and Fontaine rather quickly, and fell in love with Sumeru. Until you had to leave, travelling through Inazuma and Liyue, to finally reach Mondstadt.

✷ There, you met with someone who seemed weirdly familiar, something about him drawing you closer.

✷ Sitting at the bar alone, you stood out because of your different kinds of clothes and blindfold, catching the eyes of some curious adventurers or even some knights' attention that were taking a break. You could easily feel the numerous eyes staring at you, not even trying to hide it.

✷ Drinking one glass after another, the bartender kept a close eye on you, softly tapping his fingertips beside the glass to tell you where he put it. The kind gesture brought a smile to your face, thanking him for being so observant, as he dismissed the appreciation, and put it on doing his job well.

✷ As you discussed with the bartender, you failed to notice the man sitting down next to you, only the sudden annoyed tone of your new acquaintance made you realize the unknown presence. Slowly turning your head towards them, acting as if you could see them, you offered to pay for their drink.

✷ The offer was met with a deep laugh, and the man's right hand, who introduced himself as Kaeya, was placed on your thigh. You could sense his inquiring eyes on you as he asked more about your journey, soft grip tightening when you mentioned your studies and the pride of humankind.

✷ You both drink until getting slowly sick of the taste, and in his kindness, Kaeya suggested helping you walk back home. Even though you were perfectly able to walk alone, using your geo vision to feel through the ground if someone was near or walking towards you. You kept quiet, and let him guide you, thanking him after sensing him walk away silently.

✷ For the following days, you would learn more about the city and its surroundings during the day, and drink with Kaeya every evening until the middle of the night. You were still wary of each other, but you found an unknown comfort while talking to him, sharing harmless information that wouldn't put you in a difficult position.

✷ One night, after Kaeya guided you back home, you went to take a shower immediately, hating the smell of alcohol sticking to you, overwhelming your senses. Perhaps it was the remannings of alcohol that numbed your brain, but you opened the door without thinking, blessing the familiar man with a full view of your bare torso and uncovered eyes.

✷ Everything happened too quickly, his hands were on your shoulders and then the door was slammed shut, his lips pressed against yours as he asked where your bedroom was. Your first night shared together was on impulse, just a sudden urge to possess the other.

✷ There was no explanation for it, no reason to act this way, as it just happened. Embracing the other, pouring out all your frustrations as moans and groans filled up the silence of the room. Growing more frantic, rough and lustful, you lost yourselves in the pleasure of enlaced bodies and minds.

✷ Sooner or later, the eyepatch was discarded, and your eyes ended up wide open, the rushed pace came to a stop. His hands cradled your face, confused, but understanding words were exchanged, and you proposed to talk about it when you'll both sober.

✷ The next day, hidden by the blanket, Kaeya was holding onto you tightly, memories rushing back to him. It was as if he found another piece of himself, something or someone that he lost a long time ago. With hushed words, you promised to keep it a secret, so this shared history could remain a safe haven.

✷ And until now, your paths never diverged from the other, staying close and not letting anything stop you. Accepting your future, as long as you remained together, Kaeya endured his fate.

✷ Your relationship was never defined, but everyone's opinion was the same, you were soulmates who finally found their promised one.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 1 year

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A.P.U Comfort

Summary - Part 18 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - mentions of miscarriage

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. Beware though, this one is a little longer than usual – I got a little carried away as I had a particular episode in mind that I wanted to rewrite for this situation. The GIF below is a major hint at what we're diving into. Until next week, enjoy!

Meanwhile in Sioux Falls…

“I don’t know what to do, Bobby. I don’t know how to help her feel better when I don’t know how to shut off the pain myself. She’s a shell of herself…I just want to see her smile again. She would’ve been an amazing mother, you know.”

“For a start, you don’t shut it off. You share it. You confide in your girl. Let her confide in you. ‘Cause you’re no better. Sam said it’s like living in a morgue and now I can see for myself what he means. You will both be great parents when the time is right. Neither of you is the type to give up on anything when it comes to helping others, you just need to apply that same passion to yourselves and each other.”

“How?”

“You love her and you let her love you. In the meantime though let’s go see what Jody claims is so urgent.”

They gear up and get into the Impala and drive 20 minutes to a cafe in Hartford, where Jody had said to meet her.

“Howdy boys, thanks for meeting me.”

“Anything for you, Sheriff,” Bobby says as he exits the car.

“Hey, Jody.”

“Hey Dean, glad to see you’re holding up okay. If you and Y/N ever need a home-cooked meal or company be sure to drop in. I’m here for both of you.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to let her know when I get home. So, what’s the case?”

“This is a small town. Only crime to speak of being the occasional cow tipping. Then last week...four people go missing.”

“All right, so, what makes you think this is our kind of weird?” Dean asks

“I've got a witness who says he saw someone lift an S.U.V. to nab a girl last night. Now, normally, if somebody would tell me that one guy lifted an S.U.V., I'd tell him to take a flying leap, but after what I've seen…”

“Nothing's impossible,” Bobby says.

“Uh-huh.”

“And this matches up with the other missing how?” Dean asks.

“Well, four abductions, strong evidence left at every scene -- literally,” Jody says as she pulls out a folder full of photos and case reports and spreads them out on the table between them.

“So, the first vic was a pastor?” Bobby confirms.

“Yeah. The door of his study was punched in. And then, the next two…an engaged couple.”

“Locked bedroom window was ripped open,” Dean reads out.

“Mm-hmm. And then we have our waitress here with the topsy-turvy ride.”

“Any other connection among them?” Bobby asks.

“Yeah. They were all members of Good Faith church here. My, uh, my church group back in Sioux Falls was in a tizzy over it.”

Dean gives her an inquisitive look and says, “I didn't peg you for churchy.”

“Yeah. You know… all this stuff I’ve seen recently kind of makes a higher power seem relevant.”

“Okay, so, we have, uh, missing church folk and super strength. Maybe angels harvesting vessels? Could be a Buddy Boyle type thing,” Bobby says.

“Wh-- angels? You're joking.”

“Don't get your pants on fire. They suck,” Dean says, “you said there was a witness?”

“Yeah, well...more or less.”

“We’ll be needing to meet him,” Bobby states.

Jody scribbles an address down on a napkin and slides it across the table to Bobby, “This is where you’ll find him. Not sure how reliable he’ll be. Anyway, I’ve gotta get back to work. Good luck, and keep me updated,” she says as she gets up and makes her way out of the cafe.

Dean and Bobby tidy up the files and head back out to the Impala and drive to the address Jody gave them. They walk up to an alley filled with makeshift tents and trolleys full. They walk around the back of a restaurant and find a messy-looking man sitting on the ground leaning against the brick wall. They clear their throat and flash their fake FBI badges at him.

Dean takes a seat on the couch the man led them to and says, “So, tell us about this missing girl you reported.”

“Honor. Her name was Honor. Nice girl. Always left me meatloaf.”

“Why don't you tell us what you saw that night?” Dean says.

“I heard a big noise, got woke, and there's somebody over there lifting a car up.”

“And did you happen to see who it was?” Dean asks.

“I was too far. But I saw a light go off.”

“A white light?” Bobby asks

“Blue. Blue like fire. But not. Then she was…she wasn't there.”

“Could you think of anything else?” Bobby asks.

“No.”

“Okay. Well...thank you for your time,” they both say as they stand up and see themselves out.

As they get into the Impala Bobby says, “Okay. So, no white light.”

“No angel. So Jody said that they were all part of the same church?”

“Yeah.”

“Ready to get your worship on?” With that, Dean pulls out into the street and speeds off towards Good Faith Church in the centre of town. He pulls into a park in front of the large religious building. They take in the multicoloured stained glass windows showcasing stories of the bible as they walk through the heavy wooden doors. A short lady with shoulder-length blonde hair welcomes them.

“Welcome to Good Faith Church, I haven’t seen you at our services. Are you new to town?”

“Something like that,” Bobby says as he shakes her hand.

“Well then, can I interest you in a tour?”

“Sure,” Dean says with a nod.

They follow her around the halls of the chapel and listen as she tells them stories of their faith. At the end of the tour, she leads them into an office and offers them to take a seat. “We hope you enjoyed the tour. Any questions before we get you boys registered?”

“Uh, yeah, look, Ms Futchko,” Bobby says.

“Oh, please... Bonnie will do just fine.”

“Bonnie. Okay, we...love the church. We do. But...Well, we've heard that a few members have gone missing, and, to be honest...that kind of scares us.”

“Let me assure you, with our increased security, Good Faith has never been safer. And those people who have gone missing, well, they are front and centre in our prayers.”

“What a relief. Now, you must have been, uh, close to them,” Dean cuts in.

“Well, we do share the A.P.U. bond.”

“The A.P.U.?” Dean asks.

“Our chastity group...‘Abstinence Purifies Us.’”

“Oh. W-wow. You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it's for us?” Bobby asks.

“I'm afraid it's members only. I'm sorry, but it can get pretty personal.”

“Then count us in,” Bobby says.

“Well. I'll be a squirrel in a skirt. I'll be back in a jiff with the papers.” Bonnie walks out of the office to collect the papers, leaving Dean and Bobby sitting alone.

“A chastity group?” Dean asks.

“Dean, listen, if all the members were in A.P.U., then maybe whatever took them is stalking virgins.”

“And that Slim guy said he thought he saw fire. So, what are you thinking, dragons?”

Bonnie returns with two clipboards interrupting them. “All righty. You can just sign there, and your purification can begin.”

“Purity pledge?” Bobby reads out.

“It's a commitment to your virginity.”

“I don't think we can really un-ring that bell. You know what I mean?” Dean states with a smirk.

“Oh. I see. Well... If you just ask for God's forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then, you'll be born again as a virgin in his eyes.”

“So, you just hit the "virginity do-over" button, and all is good with the man upstairs?” Dean asks.

“It's not a button. And...this isn't just a piece of paper. I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage.”

“You know what, I’ve had my shot. Been married and all that, so I’m out. But you’re recently engaged, might be the perfect time for you. Sure your girl would be thrilled with the prospect of a pure white wedding,” Bobby says handing back the clipboard unsigned.

“Well, you had me at clean slate. Let's do this,” Dean says as he signs his name and hands back the clipboard.

“Congratulations, Dean Winchester. You are now a virgin.”

Dean gives her a tight smile and glances at Bobby. Bonnie takes the clipboards and leaves to start setting up the session.

“You think Y/N will forgive me for this?”

“Depends…you planning on honouring your pledge?”

“As you said, it might be just what we need right now. Gives me more incentive to get her in that white dress already. Clean slate, new plan, the start of a happy future for us.”

“Alright. Well, you go get pure. I’m gonna hit the library.”

Dean hands Bobby the keys to the Impala and makes his way to the room Bonnie had shown them earlier where the meetings are held. When he enters the room he sees a group of women setting up folding chairs in a circle and laying out trays of food and coolers on a couple of folding tables along one wall. He helps set up the chairs before they all take a seat.

One of the ladies claps her hands and looks around the circle smiling. “Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Suzy. I thought we'd begin with a silent prayer for our missing friends.”

Everyone closes their eyes in a silent prayer except for Dean who is still watching everyone. After a moment he joins in and ducks his head quietly.

“Amen. Now, does anyone have anything that they would like to share?” Suzy asks. “Why don't we hear from our new friend? Dean, what brought you here to reclaim your virginity?”

“Uh, hard to say, exactly. Yeah. Sex has always felt, I don't know, good, you know? I mean, really, really good. But, uh...Sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know? But, you know, when you get down to it, what's the big deal, right? I mean, sure, there's the touching and the feeling all of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling...Grinding. Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just...Yeah. Uh...But the whole thing was just a little too, uh...sticky. So, uh, I got my V card back. The end.”

The meeting continues with an air of discomfort after Dean’s confession. Dean watches everyone intently for the rest of the meeting. Once it’s over he helps tidy up the chairs and create small talk with some of the ladies to search for leads.

He makes his way over to the leader, Suzy and says, “Hey, Suzy right? Great meeting. But I uh, I gotta say you look so familiar.”

“Yeah, I-I'm pretty sure we've never met, Dean.”

“Alright.”

“Wait, you're new in town, right?”

“Uh, yeah. New to town. New to this whole chastity thing.”

“Well, I provide individual counselling. If you ever need to talk.”

“So, everybody in the group, they dish to you?”

“They confide. Abstinence is – it's really rough without support and education. Hey, you know what? I have some great books on the vow that really helped me. I-I live close. I'll just go grab them.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. With a, uh, with a kidnapper on the loose?”

“No, I'll be fine.”

“Tell you what, why don't I walk with you just to be safe, okay?”

“Alright, if you insist.”

They walk side-by-side back to her apartment. When she opens the door for them she says, “Make yourself comfortable.”

Dean watches as she takes off her hoodie leaving her just wearing a camisole. She sits down on her couch with her back to Dean. His cell phone rings, but he declines it quickly. He approaches Suzy on the couch and notices that she is crying.

“I can't stop thinking about my friends. I'm so scared for them. Will you pray with me, Dean?”

“Sure.” She takes his hand in her own and bows her head. Dean lightly squeezes her hand and awkwardly bows his head in response.

After a while, she gains her composure and stands up abruptly. “Well, I’ll get you those books. Just give me one minute.”

Dean gives her a soft, awkward smile and stands up. He looks around the room. He sees a drawer slightly cracked open. He opens the drawer wider and in shock pulls out two Casa Erotica DVDs. His phone rings again, and when he sees the caller ID he’s quick to answer.

“Hey, sorry I left without saying anything, I had to come help Bobby with something.”

“I know, it’s fine. I just need to ask you something,” Y/N says over the phone.

“Shoot,” Dean says as he places the DVDs on the cabinet and makes his way into the hall.

“Is there more to our relationship than sex?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“Just tell me the truth, Dean.”

“Of course. You make me feel safe, happy, and hopeful. All feelings I haven’t felt since I was four. You make me want to be a better man. You give me a reason to live and fight harder to get to the other side of this dangerous, messy life we lead. You make me believe there is a way out. I don’t tell you every day, even though I should, but I love you.” He looks back at the door briefly, the images from the DVDs filtering through his mind distracting him. “I just…since you lost the baby…I guess I’ve felt lost. Like maybe there isn’t a way out or a future for us.”

“Dean…don’t say that.”

“You wanted the truth…I knew I never should have got my hopes up. You let me believe and then you let me down, again.”

“Don’t you dare blame me! I wasn’t sure either, and you’re the one that convinced me! You’re the one that told me it would be okay. I know you’re hurting, Dean, but so am I.”

“Hunters just aren’t meant to have relationships or families or futures.”

“Dean, baby, please. That’s not true.”

“Look around, sweetheart, it is.”

When the line goes silent he puts his phone away and goes back into Suzy’s apartment.

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Faust's route

I finished Johann's route for the 3rd time, and it was quite difficult to suppress the desire to skip most of the route (why don't we have this button in Vampires?). It's terrible of me to say this, and I understand that many people have spent a lot of time creating this route and invested something of themselves in it, but the concept and implementation have never been so far apart.

I like the idea of the route. I'm a fatalist myself, so the concept of Fate is always welcome. Even if it contravenes my optimistic view of this philosophy, I still find this concept very interesting. I really like Johann for many reasons. I have already written about this many times and will probably write again… But beyond that… there are too many questions. And I would like to share my thoughts on the matter.

There will be spoilers in it, just to prove my point. I'll touch upon religious issues that may seem offensive to true believers. I'm not trying to offend anyone, I'm just explaining my point of view. You don't have to agree with me. I haven't really dig much into this concept, so I might be wrong about something.

First of all… which I have already mentioned… I don't like MC on this route. She is not just emotional and airhead as usual. She's over confident. She believes that her opinion has more value than the opinion of others, and she imposes it. The same problem was in Gilbert's route. Belle was sure that she was good and everyone should be like her.

This self-confidence goes beyond all logic. I don't see any reason why she would consider her lifestyle to be more right. She doesn't have a lot of life experience, she hasn't achieved anything in life at all, she doesn't even have a BIG dream… Her actions leave me with the impression that she is a teenager. These overly emotional reactions, accusations without any evidence, an absolute inability to listen to another point of view, and so on… That's not how adults act. Well, at least I hope so. But I live in some kind of imaginary world where everything works as it should, so maybe I'm totally wrong on the matter.

And I don't understand why Faust would find her interesting. I asked the same question in the Revolution, where MC was even worse… She literally had nothing but looks, but… Again, I'm a dreamer and I believe that people are interested in something else besides looks.

The second most important problem is the duality of the concept. We have a religious crisis of faith. And the destructive power of fate. And then we'll talk about philosophy the concepts of God and Fate never crossed each other. Faith in God is the belief that we have free will to do as we like. God has given us complete freedom to make mistakes and learn from them. But Fate decreed totally the opposite. The concept of Fate is that we are like actors who play according to a script and cannot get off this path. We are destined to do what was meant for us. We have no free will.

My vision is a combination of these two concepts, except that I don't believe in the existence of God (I'm a logical person, so I won't believe it without proof). I see is as we can live the way we like, but there are certain moments that we can't miss. These fixed points give us some ideas, thoughts, knowledge, lessons, what we need to become who we should became in order to achieve a kind of life mission. These fixed points collide us with the people we need to meet, to the problems we should solve, to the goals we should achieve. We cannot skip them, but the order can be changed from the original one, so sometimes it seems like it's too difficult to handle… Because we just missed something important and found a fixed point too early.

I wasn't going to mentioned my theory… Sorry…

Johann really believes in God. You can't hate someone if you don't believe in him. And he is a man of logic. This is already weird. Logic requires proof! But let's just ignore it. He grew up in the church, and this idea he grew up with. He just got used to believing it and no longer sees the contradiction. Maybe...

So in order to resist God, he decided to create a life that God cannot take away. But God doesn't take anything away… Canonically, he just looks at us and smiles. He doesn't interfere. On the other hand, Fate… which has a reason for everything… It can take something away. Thus, we see an excellent example of substitution of concepts. In his mind, these two concepts are so closely intertwined that he cannot separate one from the other. It's pretty hard for me to swallow it. But maybe… At that time, he was simply not familiar with the concept of Fate… only Vlad told him about it... and that's why he blamed God for everything that happened in his past and opposed him. I still don't like it. I think he is an incredibly bright logical person, and such mistakes are not characteristic of him.

(deep exhale)

And the last part, which is really supposed to bring everything together… this is an interaction, in this case, the confrontation of the main characters. I like stories that start badly, when people don't understand each other because their way of thinking or living is very different. It's normal even for the real life. But… such a beginning should have a logical structure explaining why they change, how they overcome difficulties in communication. The best example of an ideal implementation of this is Silvio's route. They don't understand each other to the point of hatred, but the more time they spend with each other, the more they notice the small details that allow them to understand motives and predict reactions. They have learned to understand each other, and gradually they begin to be attracted to each other.

But on Faust's route… Well… He is a very patient person, he listened to her from the very beginning. I guess the experience of communicating with children helps. But she is… At first she was afraid of him… then suddenly she accused him for no reason… then she noticed his kindness… and then she fell in love with him. That's it. There are too many gaps to believe in the sincerity of her love. There is much more to him than just kindness. But in this game, that's the only thing that matters to MC… and it's pretty annoying.

So… There is only one character in this route who is barely well written, but, his motive for confrontation is quite questionable. I need to read the stories from his point of view once again. It feels like I'm missing something… And that's it. I've just finished reading it and I can hardly remember anything at all. So there was nothing remarkable where. It's actually quite sad.

And this is the most annoying thing… MC repeats the same thought (probably because she has nothing else in her head) over and over again. Let's have hope.

...

I don't even want to comment on it. I'm too tired of this girl.

And just so as not to be solely critical. What, in my opinion, could improve this route? What would make it at least bearable?

MC, as usual, is not very bright. She is cautious, but doesn't know what to think, and at first doesn't communicate with Faust at all. Right. Silence revolution. Just ignore him.

To get her to eat, he, as previously, shown her that his pet eats her food and doesn't die, so she at least starts eating. He doesn't even notice her silence, so she kind of upsets and snaps at him. He doesn't react to it in any way again. He's thinking… If you're acting like a child, then… stay with the kids.

So he brings her to the church to look after the children. He doesn't really care if she understands him, so he doesn't bring her to confession to listen. She just looks at it from the outside and draws conclusions on her own. People look happier after they talk to him. Why? What did he tell them? Why are problems easier to solve if you share them with Faust? What's so special about him? And much more…

The more questions she has, the more interested she becomes in him. And to answer them all at once (she's so annoying), he talks about his philosophy. Everything is bad, God is cruel and so on… But she doesn't quite understand why people should feel better after talking to him. His cruel words should depress them even more.

There needs to be some kind of scene added so she can figure it out. His words are like a bitter pill that needs to be swallowed to feel better. It's not her empty words that save people. This is something that really has value. So, in my opinion, it's not him who should change his way of thinking, but both of them. They need to find some kind of compromise between these ideas. Not too depressing, but not empty optimistic either.

And we need to somehow eliminate this contradiction from Faust's philosophy. Let's say he blamed God in the past because he didn't know the concept of Fate. Now… then he knows about it… he blames Fate for all his problems. He stops believing in God because his existence cannot be proven. But as a man who grew up in the church and respects his foster mother, he works as a priest. It's hypocritical of him. But… if it helps someone, why not.

And yes, he still thinks that he only works in the church to gather information and use people as guinea pigs for his experimental drugs. So… He doesn't consider his kindness to be kindness. Because it's not selfless to begin with. I even see logic in that.

Something like that.

As I said at the beginning, I have never tried to explore religious issues more than necessary. I'm fascinated with any logically structured theory, but the concept of religion has always been too alien to me.

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sapphire-weapon · 1 year

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One of the sweetest moments between Ashley and Leon is when, after Ashley throws him the key to get him out of the cage, Leon says:

"Can you make it down? I can catch ya."

with a soft, boyish smile on his face. I swear, he caught feelings for her here, because he's grown to like holding her in his arms.

Their chemistry in the remake is simply glorious.

I think a lot about how handsy he is with her in remake, and how the game puts him in situations where he has to hold her multiple times -- because, in OG, it is not like that. And OG even has that official render of them holding hands AND a full-blown actual hug between them (also like props to Ashley for being the literal only person ever in canon to actually hug this man; maybe if more people actually tried to, he'd be less of a sad sack of shit later in life). But it's so different in remake.

I actually had a moment of pause and my eyebrows shot up at one of their very first scenes together. The very first time Leon catches Ashley when she jumps out the window of the church attic, he doesn't just catch her and put her down. He catches her, then stands there for a moment with her in his arms, and then they have a moment where they lock eyes and just kind of linger there together, and then he puts her down.

By the time of RE4, Leon is probably touch-starved as fuck. Catching Ashley out that window is probably the first time in six years he's held someone -- actually held them, not just dragged or carried them out of harm's way to safety -- and when she just lets him do it and doesn't give him a "... okay, you can put me down now" I think he has a bit of a moment there on that scaffolding outside the church.

Throughout the game following that, he selfishly indulges with little touches to her here and there whenever he finds an appropriate opening to do so. And not only does she continue to let him, but she does the same thing back.

So by the time we reach that ^ moment in your ask, this has been going on for a while. It's also after their bonding moment where he comforts her as she's crying and she gets him to admit he has a plaga. They've started flirting openly, and he leans into it in a way that's almost definitely inappropriate considering their standing and situation.

Just seeing her is a relief for him. Having her close is a comfort. And for her to be strong and confident in that moment gives him strength, too.

I'm not entirely sure that Leon consciously realizes that he's started to feel some type of way about Ashley, but that moment is the first time in RE4 that he's not only openly affectionate, but also fully "himself" in a way he hasn't been all game long -- it's the first and possibly only time in RE4 that his demeanor matches the one he had in RE2.

When I say that Ashley brings out the best in him in ways no one else in the entire canon does, this is the kind of shit I'm talking about. Ashley allows him to feel like a person again -- not just the killing machine that the US government turned him into, but an actual person and a man with vulnerabilities and needs and desires. She never comments on it, and she never takes advantage, and it's just something that he's allowed to subtly, silently just do and be without reservation or judgment for once in his goddamn life.

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #meta analysis #*bangs pots and pans together* ASHLEY MAKES LEON FEEL JUST AS SAFE AS HE DOES FOR HER

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when-gravity-has-fallen · 22 days

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Okay I need to talk about Mr. And Mrs. Pines (Dipper and Mabel's parents) somewhere because idk how much will be revealed via asks. Maybe I'll write a proper fanfiction someday but for now I'm just yapping. The Axolotl should not have given me this power haha.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING: 🚨⚠️

Death, injury, car accidents, abuse, family issues, cheating/infidelity, bad religious experiences, general discussion of war, and discussion of divorce

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING. I apologize in advance for possible missing warnings.

First off, Dad Pines' name is Connor amd Mom Pines' name is Lillian! Because why not? That's just the names I came up with 2014 and it's just continued to feel right ever since.

So that baby? Held in Caryn Pines' arms in A Tale of Two Stans? That confuses the hell out of everyone? Yeah that baby.

In my version of events here that baby is Shermie's kid. Dad Pines.

As is a popular headcanon, I also have Shermie being a Vietnam veteran and Ma Pines was helping Mrs. Shermie (I've called her Emma for a long time. Don't ask why. Maybe her name will change idk) to care for Baby Connor, which is what we see during the fight between the OG Mystery Twins.

When Shermie finally returns home from war, he finds out that Stan was kicked out by Filbrick, which... he's not happy about. As a result he moves his family west to Reno, Nevada. Due to moving, general hustle-bustle of life, and raising a family, he unfortunately is unable to contact Stan. He couldn't attend the funeral due to work conflicts and regrets not going. (Well. Until Ford comes back that is. Likely before or at some point during their boat travels they give ol Sherman a visit)

The Pines (aka Shermie and "Emma") also raise their family as Jewish but are more casual in it than Filbrick and Caryn were. Shermie in particular is more casual, especially after Vietnam whereas Emma is more devout.

They also have three more sons after Connor. Idk/remember their names. I'll just say one of them is Abraham. No they don't have a lot of details or relevance. Sorry kids.

Either during Connor's late high school years or time in college he becomes agnostic.

He's a football fool and he was a quarterback for his team in high school.

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Lillian was the result of a sex worker at a bachelor's party. Her parents initially were both in Illinois but her father moved to Minnesota (or fudging East Dakota if Bill is right about it not being real). She didn't know her father (John) until she was ~10, when she came under his care due to the passing of her beloved mother (Margaret).

Her father was shocked as to her existence and had to put together two and two. Something in him couldn't turn her away so he took her in.

Her stepmother (Agatha) was unfortunately of the Cinderella kind. She was very unhappy about the physical manifestation of her husband's infidelity and therefore shunned Lillian. Her father despite being unable to turn Lillian away, rarely properly parented her and stayed out of conflicts between his daughter and wife.

John and Agatha were Lutheran Christians, dragging Lillian to church until she was 14. As a little girl she liked it but developed a nullness over time, especially with how other church members discussed single mothers and sex workers. She became agnostic over the course of her teens.

She loved playing hockey in her spare time.

Lillian had two half-brothers and though they weren't the closest they helped make her home life more bareable.

Close enough she'd miss them when she finally was able to jump ship at 18.

And wouldn't you know it? She eventually came to Reno.

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Connor during his college years was a frat boy and became overly confident in his approach with women. Therefore when the fraternity were celebrating their graduations/last time officially together, he is *shook* when the most beautiful woman (one of the bartenders) he's ever seen replies to his pick-up line like this-

Connor: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Lillian: Are you calling me Satan?

Considering how Connor.exe was not working she tells him she's just joking, getting no response (or really anything indicating he's alive aside from an occasional blink). One of his buddies comes up teasing him and orders them drinks.

Yet throughout the night he can't stop thinking about her and occasionally glances over, watching her in her rhythm making drinks or wiping down the counter.

A couple days later, he decides to try that new diner (it'd actually been around almost a year but I digress) for breakfast. Lo and behold, Lillian is also a waitress there!

Despite the food or beverages not being his favorite it becomes his routine to go there. Any moment he can get to see this person who has caught his eye like none have before.

Around this time a few of his frat friends want to go have a weekend of fun in Vegas together and contact him. They arrange for the trip and head towards Vegas (Connor of course giving Lillian a heads-up).

Over time, they become good friends and it's now Connor's heart that has been caught as well. He means to ask her out but he keeps getting nervous just like he did with his first crush.

Then tragedy strikes.

They get into a terrible car accident, of which only Connor and one friend barely survive. The latter sadly passes later in the hospital.

When Lillian gets the news her stomach drops and races to figure out which hospital he's at. He's began to mean so much to her. She finally finds him, comatose.

She visits him whenever she can, meeting his family during those visits. Emma absolutely thinks her to be daughter in law material. Shermie does too he's just not vocal about it.

Connor finally reawakes and has to work through some grief (though maybe not all of it?). Lillian is by his side through it all.

When he's recovered the two start dating. Wahoo! They eventually get married! Wahoo! They get a house in Piedmont at some point (maybe an old vacation/summer home Sherman had? Idk)

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Around their early 30s in 1999 they have our favorite anxious boy and sparkly girl!

Emma is very excited for her grandkids and thus when they discover that their twins are boy/girl she releases a crapton of baby announcements. This is how Stan learns of them. He races down to Piedmont the closest weekend and surprises EVERYONE. He had to witness these twins for himself.

Stan becomes attached. He visits often. Him and Lillian actually bond quite a bit due to both having challenge in their pasts. As much as one can when disguised as their brother anyway.

(Shermie finds "Ford's" mannerisms similar to Stan's from what he can remember btw. Stan gives him the excuse of missing his brother. Knowing how the 2 could impersonate each other Shermie nods and moves on, much to Stan's relief)

This is how he ended up being there for the twins' birth.

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I'm still figuring out the circumstances behind their martial issues in 2012.

Anyway regardless of how they got here, filled with emotions they attempt a divorce...only for the both of them to not be able to finish the paperwork. Deep down they still care so deeply for each other, how can they let go of everything they've built? The family they made? Not to mention how distressing it would be for their kids.

So despite their own skeptism with therapy, they're at their wit's end. They decide to try it. After all they could always still divorce if needed, why not give it a go? Turns out it's really good for them and they reconnect. So Dipper and Mabel get to come back to a healthier, happier, more wholesome household ☺️

And now that their parents have been introduced to the importance of therapy, they can get their now traumatized kids help...

They also renew their vows at some point with Mabel being the flower girl and Dipper bearing the rings.

That's pretty much all I have to say on them. I kinda love them a lot 🫶

Questions about these guys are so welcome, like seriously I've grown such an attachment to them.

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Covetous | Chapter 7

Rating: E

Pairing: Macelle (Father MacAvoy x Belle) or Nostelle (Nosty x Belle), who is to say which

Summary: Father Joseph MacAvoy wakes up in a library across town with no idea of how he got there. When the kind librarian doesn’t kick him out immediately, he considers that maybe there’s more to life than alcohol.

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [chapter 6]

[read on ao3]

tws: alcoholism, homelessness.

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MacAvoy did not remember the bus being so nauseating. Every time he got off one to switch to another, he had to find a discreet place to vomit, and he regretted leaving all of his booze at the church. The only thing that kept him from going back to get a bottle was the thought that Belle would confiscate it if she found it, and then he’d have nothing.

His third and final bus pulled up two blocks from the library, and he was so dehydrated and void of all the eggs and toast he’d eaten all weekend, he wasn’t sure he could make it. Vodka was, for once, not what he wanted—water would have been divine.

Nonetheless, he staggered forward. He had to see Belle. She would need counsel, a friend after her weekend. He would be there for her no matter that his stomach felt like a wrung-out sponge.

His phone told him it was about ten when he stumbled into view of the library. That was good. He didn’t look overeager waiting until ten to get there. Of course, she was the one who told him the route, so she would likely know that he’d left over an hour ago.

Whatever. She already knew he was pathetic. At least he was arriving sober this time, of his own free will.

The first thing he saw when he stumbled into the library was the cart full of water, and he lurched for a bottle.

The second, as he chugged water with more speed than his stomach wanted him to, was Belle’s empty circulation desk. And yet, someone had opened the library, so she probably wasn’t lying murdered in her apartment.

He crossed himself at the thought. If she was, there was nothing he could do—he didn’t know where she lived.

“Joseph!”

He whipped around, spilling water all over his hand, and there she was, resplendent in an olive green dress and carrying a stack of books, all but glowing with happiness. What did that mean?

“Belle! Ah—good morning.”

“Give me just a minute, I need to re-shelve these.”

He wanted to follow her, but she’d said to give her a minute, so instead he lurched his way to the circulation desk and fished the fiver out of his pocket to drop in her collection jar. Part of him wanted to wait for her to see it so she’d know he wasn’t just taking advantage, but he knew that doing a good deed for recognition would sully it, and he’d done so many awful things over the weekend, he couldn’t add that to the list.

“Good morning!”

He jumped, almost knocking the jar over, and then Belle had her arms around his shoulders, squeezing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She might as well have floated off, back around the desk. What had put her in such a good mood?

“No problem,” he managed, leaning against the desk. He’d spent all weekend sure she would be broken, sure she would just run to him, her wise and loving confidant, and now he didn’t know what to do.

“Why don’t you bring over a chair and tell me about your weekend? There’s coffee if you want.” She pointed to the carafe near the cart.

Coffee was a smart idea, so he poured himself a cup, black, and then dragged over a chair. He thought Belle might have been shopping again, but she was reading through her emails. He averted his eyes to preserve her privacy.

“Was the trip difficult?” she asked, typing a quick reply to one.

“No, it was no trouble.” He studied her back, trying to discern anything. Where had Nosty hurt her? He must have.

“Did you hold mass yesterday?”

He sipped his coffee, narrowing his eyes at the back of her head. “I sat in the pulpit, but no one showed up.” The doors were locked, but she didn’t need to know that.

She hummed her acknowledgment, clicking through a few more emails, and then she pushed her keyboard back in and spun her chair to face him.

“So!” She clasped her hands in her lap. “What’s your plan?”

“My plan?”

He searched her face for a clue, and as she started on about being glad to have him in the library, he zeroed in on a red mark on her neck. It looked like a bruise, not the bite he was expecting.

“What happened?” he asked, hoarse.

“Hmm?” She frowned. “What do you mean?”

He raised a shaking finger toward her neck, and her eyes widened before she slapped a hand over the mark. Far from looking terrorized like he expected, she flushed all the way to the tips of her ears.

“Oh, that.” Her voice was oddly high-pitched. “I thought I’d covered it better. If you’ll—I’ll be right back.”

She fled to her office, and he sat, stumped. What was she hiding? What had made her so happy? Surely, if Nosty had hurt her, she wouldn’t be wandering around with her head in the clouds? Was he still drunk somehow, despite everything he’d purged from his system on the way here?

Maybe she’d left something on her desk that could clue him in. He didn’t want to snoop, so he vowed not to touch anything. He’d just look around, see what was there.

He was debating how to get around his no touching rule and also open the desk drawer when she came striding back out, no longer flushed and with no more mark on her neck.

“Close call.” She plopped back into her chair, throwing her arms out for balance when it spun. “Can you imagine if a patron had seen that and complained?”

“What?” He was so confused. He had to still be drunk. “I don’t understand. Did you hurt yourself?”

“Oh.” She blushed again, biting her lip. “Nothing, Father—Joseph! It was nothing. Thank you for spotting it.”

Not only did he feel like a failure, he felt stupid. What was he missing? Why was she embarrassed by a bruise? Sure, it was in a strange spot, like someone had given it to her, but—

Oh.

It was his turn to flush, and he turned away before she could see. He didn’t often think about pleasures of the flesh because he’d always been more tempted by drink, sometimes even gambling. There had been times when he’d wanted, but it had been so long. His parishioners, however, had been another story. He’d heard all manner of depraved confessions, even in his little outskirts-of-London parish.

He remembered now a man who’d admitted to wanting his wife to choke him, and MacAvoy’s hand flew to his own neck. Is that what happened? Had Belle been choked?

He wouldn’t ask her. There were many things he was sure she’d confide in a close friend, but they’d spent all of one day together, and he was sure any other close friend she might have had would not have been a Catholic priest.

“So,” he wheezed. He cleared his throat. “You had a nice weekend?”

“It was wonderful.” She twisted the ends of her hair around a finger, and he had the fleeting urge to join her, to twine their fingers together so he could have the pleasure of touching her hair as well.

“Good.” He cleared his throat. “Good, I’m glad.”

“So, volunteering?”

“What?” Who was volunteering?

“Earlier? I said it would be helpful if you volunteered while you were here? I know last week was kind of slow, but it’s usually quite busy, and I’m always looking for new volunteers.”

He swallowed. It made sense that he couldn’t simply take a bus to the library to sit at Belle’s feet for eight hours a day, five days a week. That would have been insane.

“Of course. I would love to help.”

It wasn’t a lie, but Belle’s sunny smile made it feel even more true. He smiled hesitantly in return.

“If you don’t mind starting today, I can teach you how to check books in and out and you can cover for me at lunch?”

All he really heard was that he would be here while Belle went somewhere else at lunch, but what was he supposed to do? Say no? She’d taken care of him for two days, driven him across town, and welcomed him back even though it was obvious he was hungover.

“Anything’s fine,” he said, and Belle rewarded him with another smile.

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After almost two hours, he did not really have the hang of the system. He was not great with computers, and though he practiced on a few older ladies that had come in to return and pick out new books, he wasn’t confident enough to be left alone.

In the end, they decided he should write down the library card and book information of anyone who came in, and Belle would just log it when she came back.

“Going somewhere fun?” he asked, trying not to stare at her touching up her lipstick.

“Not really. Nosty and I are going to the clinic to get tested.”

She puckered her lips together a few times, then capped her lipstick and stuck it back in her purse. It gave him time to process what she was saying, but he still didn’t understand. Was she pregnant? He wasn’t the most knowledgeable man, but pregnancy usually didn’t show after just a day or two.

“Tested for what?” He probably shouldn’t have asked, but she had mentioned it, so it wasn’t prying too much.

She glanced sideways at him. “Sorry, I don’t mean to overshare.”

“It’s not oversharing.” Was she pregnant? “It’s my job to listen.”

She licked her freshly colored lips, but even whatever hesitation she had couldn’t stop her from smiling for long. She had to be pregnant.

“You are my closest friend, I guess,” she said. “I’m sorry if that’s odd for you.”

His neck warmed, and for the first time in forever, it wasn’t from guilt or shame. It was a nice feeling, a pleasant warmth. “You’re my closest friend too. You can tell me.”

She pursed her lips again. “We’re going to the clinic to get tested so we can be, ah—safe.”

“Safe?” He frowned. “From what?”

She wiggled her eyebrows, and as understanding crept along the tips of his ears, he wished the library would swallow him. They were getting tested for STDs. Of course. Like safe, consenting adults did.

His knees shuddered, and he clutched the desk. Did that mean—

“So you haven’t—you didn’t this weekend?” Was he even allowed to ask that? As a priest, probably not. As her closest friend, though?

“No.” A dreamy look crossed her face. He was going to be sick. “We stayed up all night talking.”

He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he was conscious, but she would notice. How could they have done nothing? Maybe she had been drugged? She didn’t remember?

“Joseph? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry, I—”

She laid a hand on his, and oh god, how could she have figured it out already? He was going to fling himself into the Thames.

“How much did you drink this weekend?”

His vice. It had saved him. She thought he was just hungover. He tried to look sheepish which wasn’t hard.

“More than I should have.”

Belle squeezed his hand and then, for one horrible split-second, he saw her naked. His stomach clenched.

“I’m sorry, I need to—” He stood, stumbling over his chair in his haste to flee to the bathroom.

“Okay, good luck,” she said, and he tried to laugh. “I’ll wait until you’re out before I go?”

He nodded or maybe he agreed, he couldn’t remember. All he knew was he had never run so fast, but he did make it to a toilet before throwing up.

When he returned ten minutes later, shaky and thirsty, Belle was standing by the door clutching her purse, peering out the window.

“When’s he supposed to get here?” MacAvoy asked.

“Any minute now.”

There wasn’t enough left inside of him to react to that, so he collapsed in his chair, sipping his water. After that round of vomiting, he was sure the shakes were to follow.

Belle waited at the window for another ten minutes, then sat at the desk staring out for fifteen, then poured a cup of coffee and ran to bring it to the man sitting outside the convenience store across the road, then stared at the window again.

Her lunch hour came and went, and as much as MacAvoy was glad not to see Nosty, his heart ached watching Belle wait for him. He should have known he wasn’t coming. Belle should have known.

Tentative, he put a hand on her shoulder, and she all but jumped out of her skin.

“Belle?”

“He’s coming.” Her eyes were wet, but the set of her jaw was determined.

“Are you sure?”

“He wouldn’t not come.” She pressed a hand to her neck where he knew the mark was, where Nosty must have choked her. “If he’s not here, it’s because something happened.”

“Like what?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s dangerous on the streets. Once he came in with a slash across his shoulder and wouldn’t tell me how he got it.” She swallowed. “It’s dangerous.”

In his drunken stupors, he’d met all manner of dangers on the streets, so he coldn’t disagree. “Do you want to try to teach me the computer system again while we wait for him?”

A tear spilled over her cheek and he forced himself not to brush it away, not to use the tip of his finger to caress the soft skin of her cheek.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s get some books to practice with.”

****

They practiced all day. Nosty did not show up. Joseph could even check books in and out on his own by the time Belle had to close the library.

She wandered back to her office, the loneliness rooting in her gut again and telling her that nothing had happened to Nosty. He had simply kissed her goodbye outside the library that morning and lied when he said he would see her in a few hours.

But no. He wouldn’t dare. He had held her so tenderly, kept her heart safe within his grasp. He knew leaving would destroy her. Something had happened.

Out of habit—and a little hope—she checked every possible hiding spot in her office and bathroom before locking up, then wandered through all the stacks. Nosty didn’t leap out and grab her, she saw no flash of tartan, no wild tangle of hair.

As she turned off the lights, tucking her home in for bed, she looked around one last time. Nosty wasn’t there.

She would have to find him.

****

It was supposed to be a chilly night, so while Belle closed the library, MacAvoy took another cup of coffee to her friend across the street, along with a few snacks she recommended for him.

The man thanked him, and in a moment of what MacAvoy considered genius, he asked him if he’d seen Nosty, but he hadn’t since that morning. That, at least, probably meant that Nosty wasn’t lurking somewhere in the library.

Belle emerged and MacAvoy made his hasty goodbyes, promising to come by for a chat tomorrow.

“You don’t have to drive me,” he said.

“I don’t mind.” She stood on her toes, searching the distance, and then flattened. “Maybe he’ll be waiting for me at home.”

“Then you should go home.”

She smiled then, and he was grateful that she didn’t listen to him because he felt like shit, his muscles were shaking, and he didn’t want to be out of her company for the hours it would take him to reverse engineer her bus instructions.

MacAvoy wasn’t sure that Belle looked anywhere but straight ahead while she drove—he didn’t see her check her mirrors, her blind spots, anything. She stared forward, eyes full.

“Belle,” he said. “You’re gonna hit someone.”

She jumped, blinking some tears down her cheek, and then finally did her usual visual circuit from mirror to mirror. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just worried. Can you do me a favor tonight?”

The devil decided that now, as she asked him for a favor, was the time to remind him of the vision of Belle pressed to the shower wall, Nosty’s gargantuan cock inside her while MacAvoy held his own pitiful member. He clenched his fists.

“Anything.”

“Will you call as many hospitals in your area as you can and see if he’s checked in? I’ll call in my area. And text me if you find him?”

That was not the favor he expected—although he didn’t know what he’d thought—but he hastened to agree. He knew how to use a phone, and there had been a time when he’d made the rounds at hospitals. He might even have contacts at some of them.

“Thank you.” She reached across and closed her soft, gentle fingers around his fist. He felt it in his cock and wished he could fucking die. “I don’t want to do this alone.”

With a hand somehow both stiff and trembling, he patted hers. “You don’t have to do anything alone, Belle. I’m here.”

He was here with his impure urges and visions sent straight from the devil himself, but by God was MacAvoy going to call those hospitals for her.

****

It wasn’t until the fourth hospital he called that MacAvoy finally got somewhere. Thank God, because he refused to drink a sip until he’d finished his task, which also meant that he couldn’t force down any food, and his whole body rebelled. He needed the dopamine of a success.

“Nosty?” the man on the phone asked. “And who’s calling?”

“Father MacAvoy,” he half-wheezed. “From St. Joseph’s. I’m his chaplain.”

“Sorry, Father. We haven’t seen him in a couple months. If you’re looking for him, he’s probably locked up or dead.”

MacAvoy closed his eyes. Belle would not want to hear this.

“Thank you. Can I ask—do you see him often?”

“Fairly. He’s had a bit of a dry spell recently.”

So that meant that wherever Nosty spent time, it was likely near this hospital. He thanked the man for his time and hung up. Belle had said to text her, but this was news that he felt was probably better delivered spoken. Texts were for concrete information and hospital addresses.

Promising himself a drink as soon as this was over, he dialed Belle’s number.

****

All of Nosty’s new clothes were folded neatly on the spare bed, just where they’d left them. None of her books were missing. There wasn’t even any food or water missing.

Belle was torn between a desire to cocoon herself in the bird blanket and think about Nosty’s strong arms and to move, move, move. The blanket wouldn’t help find him, though, so she made herself a cup of tea and set her laptop up at the kitchen table.

The closest hospitals to her flat and the library didn’t know him at all. She considered pouring a glass of wine, but what if she found him and needed to pick him up? Better to stay sober.

Her phone rang and she snatched it up, praying for an unknown number and Nosty’s voice. It was only Joseph, but maybe he had good news?

“Did you find anything?” she asked instead of hello.

“Maybe.”

Her heart sank deep into the expanding loneliness in her gut. Soon, it would blossom and overtake her, and she’d be nothing but a husk.

“What?”

“I found what I think is the hospital he usually goes to.”

Belle took a sip of tea. The hospital he usually goes to. Usually goes to for what? Did he have a terminal illness?

“What do you mean?”

“I spoke to a man who said they used to see him fairly often but haven’t for a few months.”

What did that mean? Why was he there so often? She rubbed her forehead. If only Nosty had left some sort of clue or ever allowed her to know anything personal—she’d be able to find him then.

“Did he say anything else?”

Joseph made a noise like he was reconsidering talking, and Belle straightened.

“What? What did he say?”

“Belle, maybe this isn’t—”

“Joseph, what did he say?”

The only sound for several seconds was Belle’s hammering heart. Then, “He said if I can’t find him, he’s probably locked up or dead.”

Belle set her mug on the table, a great feat of restraint considering she wanted to hurl it against the wall. Nosty couldn’t be dead. She would know. She didn’t know how, but somehow, she would know.

“Belle?”

That meant that Nosty was locked up again. He was probably miserable. She had to find him.

“Belle?”

“Sorry.” She stared at the map on her computer. How many police stations were there? How many would she have to call? Would they even listen to her?

“Are you okay? What are you doing?”

She shook her head, the map lines swimming in front of her. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Come to the church.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Belle, it’s not haunted, I promise.”

“What if he comes here?”

Joseph was quiet. A sob escaped, ripped from her chest, and she pressed a hand over her mouth.

“Do you want me to come there?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she said, even though she had intended to say no.

“Okay. There’s just—I’m sorry, but—”

“You have to drink.” She didn’t care. How was she supposed to keep Joseph from self-destructing when she was crumbling from the inside?

“I do.”

“It’s fine. Get in a taxi. I’ll pay.”

“Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

They hung up and Belle stared at the map again. She could hardly remember what she needed to do. She wouldn’t be alone anymore at least. Nosty would have to accept Joseph once they found him and he realized how integral he’d been in helping her. Is this what having real friends was like? Heartache and support in equal measure? She’d take it over the loneliness.

****

MacAvoy felt disgusting as he gulped from his handle of gin then stuck it in his jacket pocket before heading outside. How could he bring his vile crutch when Belle was paying for his taxi?

But he’d be no use to her sober, that much was certain. If he wanted to help Belle, he’d have to give her a glimpse of his world.

The drive took half an eternity, but Belle stood on the sidewalk, waiting for him as promised. She swiped her credit card and then she was in his shaking arms, sobbing.

“Come on.” He patted her on the back, feeling each sob deep in his chest—and only his chest, thank God. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

She led him up to a small two-bedroom whose decor style could be boiled down to, unsurprisingly, books everywhere. He hid his smile, not wanting her to think that he enjoyed any part of what was going on.

“So I’ve broken the city down by area,” she said. “And I’ve been making a list of all the precincts to call.”

“Have you eaten?” he asked.

She licked her lips. “No, not yet.” Oh, how the tables had turned.

“Come on.” He spied her laptop and a mug on the kitchen table, so he put a hand between her shoulders and guided her there. “You’ll be of no use to Nosty if you faint. Do you need another cup of tea?”

She allowed him to push her into her chair, then she looked into her mug and nodded. “It’s gone cold. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” An electric kettle sat by the sink, so he filled it again and set it to heat. While his back was to her, he nipped from his gin bottle.

The chair scraped and he whirled to see why, but Belle was just taking a box of tea and another mug from the cupboard and bringing them to the table.

When the water boiled, he managed to pour it into both mugs without spilling, and then while Belle added a squeeze of lemon to her tea, he tipped a shot of gin into his.

“All right,” he said, unsure of where the authority in his voice came from. He hadn’t sounded like that in years. “Let’s see about dinner.”

“I’m not hungry,” she said. Somehow, the look he turned on her was strong enough to make her blush. Maybe she’d taught him a thing or two. “Fine. Let’s get a pizza. Here.” She fished her card out of her sweater pocket and handed it to him. “Get whatever you want.”

At this point, all he wanted was Nosty to appear or for Belle to eat. He didn’t have a thought to spare for pizza.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll figure something out.”

She nodded, and when she turned back to her computer, he saw that she’d made a spreadsheet of information.

This was going to be a long night.

[chapter 8]

#anyelle #anyelle fic #anyelle fanfic #anyelle fanfiction #nostelle #macelle #nostelle fic #macelle fic #new update #covetous

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cloudcountry · 11 months

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Ooo, I’ll keep that piece of Ikevamp lore in mind!! 👀 Thank you! >w<

While I was around for the Zero hype, I only saw some of it— I don’t know the full extent of how down bad you are for him, but then again, you’ve made him your profile picture, so maybe I should already have a good sense of it jkdfngk— /j /lh

And speaking of Ikevamp!! I wrote a little bit for that Beethoven fic, but I only made discombobulated bits and pieces kjdfgn— If you don’t mind, I’ll share two snippets,,! 👀👉👈 (Tbh, the fic isn’t going to drop in a fairly long time because I don’t have much time to work on it, unfortunately,, It’s a bit messy, and these are kinda loose ideas, so they’re not final, but I hope you like them regardless!)

~~~

Ludwig van Beethoven, seven years old: *he and his father, Johann, are on their way to the music hall where Ludwig will give his debut performance*

Ludwig: Papa? How many people will be there?

Johann: Quite a few, but don’t be nervous. Remember what we’ve practiced, and you’ll be alright. Many musicians I know will be there as well. I will introduce you to them after your performance; they’re quite influential! I’m sure they’ll take a liking to you.

Ludwig: *he hums in response* *thankfully for Ludwig, whether it was due to his youth or confidence, he didn’t feel nervous like many others would before their debut performance*

Johann: Oh, and Ludwig? From now on, you will address me as ‘Father.’ All the other children call their fathers ‘papa,’ and you are no ordinary child. You are not like them. You are far more brilliant, far more talented; the next Mozart!

Ludwig: Yes… Father. *he presses his lips together; the word sounded odd on his tongue, but if Johann wanted him to call him that, he would. If not because he wanted to make his father proud, then if only because he didn’t want his father to be mad at him - he had a terrible temper, after all*

(Time Skip - Beethoven, now an adult, is slowly losing his hearing)

Those ringings in Ludwig’s ears were like the death knells of a church bell. They signalled the impending doom of his hearing, and whenever they rang their high-pitched intonations, everything sounded just a little further away. It wouldn’t be long until he felt like his head was submerged underwater; everything sounded distant and far away. Even now, as he played the piano in his room, he needed to strain his ears to properly hear the tune he was creating.

He closed his eyes to focus the entirety of his senses on the sound from the piano. As he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, he felt his growing despair gnaw at his heart.

Music can change the world. He believed that as a child, and even now, he still did with his whole heart. So why was it that the music was falling silent?

It should have been my eyesight, Ludwig thought. But then how would he be able to write down his music if he couldn’t see?

It should have been his sense of taste, he reasoned. Food was nothing more but mere sustenance to him, anyway. He couldn’t even find joy in eating his favorite food anymore. He was a musician, Ludwig thought bitterly. The vibrant music he heard and produced were his food, the fruits of his labour, his love, his passion. If he couldn’t even have that, what else was there?

~~~

Oh, but I do have one more Ikevamp question!! You said that pureblooded vampires can bring people back to life as lesser vampires; is Comte a pureblooded vampire? I tried checking the fandom wikipedia, but the categorisation on him confused me nmfgbd 💀 Oh, and also,, does it say in the game how tall the MC is? Because I tried estimating her height out of curiosity judging from CGs, and she’s,,, REALLY short 💀 Like, she’s either 4’11 or 5’0 in the CGs I’ve seen 💀 5’1 if we really want to stretch it- Which is kind of a shame, because I was hoping that MC could be the same height/taller than Beethoven JFGGBFB

On one last note!! Next week I have to perform an original monologue with a character who has a god complex kfjghb- I hope I do decent,, TwT Also!! My birthday’s coming up soon! :D

[Oh, and before I forget- I’ve written down a bunch of random TWST thoughts/ideas,, Would you like me to drop them,,? 👀👉👈]

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

AAAAA NO YOU DONT UDNERSTANDNDN &%$^!@$^%!@$^!@%$@! ZERO IS SO . HE IS EVERTTHI9GN .. GHES SO GERAT HES REALLY JUST SP GREAT . HES SUCH A HARD WORKING ERSON AND EVEN THOUGH I WISH HE DIDNT HAVE TO WORK SO HARD FOR THRE ASONS HE WORKS SO HARD HES ASO RELIABLE ANYWAY AND THAT MAKES HIM SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HOW SQWWEET AND STRONG AND WONDERFUL AND DETERMINED HE IS, HES WORKED SO HARD TO BE WHERE HE IS NOW AND HE OPNE EDUP TO THE MC ENOUGH TO REALLY CONNECT WITH HER AND BECAUSE OF THAT HE GETS REWALLY BLUSHY SOMEOTHIMES AND ITS LITERALLY THE SWEETETS THING YOU COYLD EVER WITNESS BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO LET HER GOP EEVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS HE HAS TO CEVNETUALLY AJHJSGHKAWDGKJFWESHILESFWHLJIUJEWRSFGHOYIU

beethoven is so kickass for that HES BOYBOSSING RN HELL YEAH GET THAT PIANO!!!!! ALSO YES comte is a pure blooded vampire, along with vlad and leonardo ^^ i checked the ewiki and it said greater vampire so i can see how that confused you LMAOOO

UR SO REALF OR THE MC SHORT THING.....ugh the on saving grace is that the avatars are basically the saem height (at least isaac and shakespeare are...theyre the only ones ive had in my room AHGSFD)

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHSAY OMG?!?!?!? I HOPE YOUR MONOOLOGUE GOES WELL!!!!!

ofc you should totally drop them C:<

#jackdaw anon <3

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Watch Me Rewrite Spider-Man 3 Because I have Writer's Block

Me: "We don't need to rewrite Spider-Man 3, we don't need to rewrite Spider-Man 3, we don't need to---"

Brain: "But guess what we're doing."

If you think that the movie is perfectly fine the way it is... I mean, you're definitively wrong, but go off. Just don't read this; it won't serve you.

Okay so, this is fucking because I was just thinking. Why does Venom (Eddie Brock) kidnap Mary Jane? How does he know her? Wouldn't it make more sense that he would kidnap Gwen Stacy?

I mean, we know why he kidnaps Mary Jane. It's because she's the love interest. But how would he know that? He was not that familiar with Peter. As far as the movie shows us, Eddie shouldn't even know who MJ is.

Let's look at why MJ was targetted in the previous films:

Spider-Man

Green Goblin... just wanted to fuck around and kill his son's girlfriend. I dunno, it seemed like the thing to do. Perhaps there was some residual bitterness over Harry not speaking about her, maybe it truly was anger that she wasn't wearing a black dress, who is to say?

Some creepy guys target her because she's a woman walking alone in the evening. Unfortunately, that is what creepy guys do.

Harry confides in his father about MJ cheating with Peter, and Norman decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Spider-Man 2

Harry tells Doc Ock to retrieve Spiderman for him and that Peter should know Spiderman's whereabouts. Peter was out with MJ, and Doc Ock decides to take a hostage.

Spider-Man 3

Ehh?? Love interest. Of both the boyos, I guess. Eh.

Because lissen, it would make more sense for Eddie Brock to target Gwen Stacy. Eddie tells Captain Stacy that he's dating his daughter, but it's revealed by Gwen that it was just a single coffee date. As thanks for saving her, Gwen gives Spiderman the key to the city and a kiss. A very public kiss. Later on, Eddie sees Peter taking Gwen out after he just got him fired from his new job. Same night, in the church, while Eddie is praying for Peter Parker to die, he finds out that Peter is Spiderman, gets the symbiote, and then decides to team up with Sandman and kill him himself. He picks MJ because Peter "stole his girlfriend" and now he's gonna steal Peter's but... uh???

How could he possibly know Peter's history with MJ? Sure, she's gotten kidnapped a few times, but she hasn't been kidnapped in a while, and there's more reason for Eddie to believe that Gwen would make a good hostage right now. And it would also be retaliation against her for rejecting him.

So, why MJ? She's the movie's love interest, and Gwen is supposed to be a red herring. Maybe if we saw Eddie calculating? Like doing some research? He's into journalism, right? Have him think of targeting Gwen but looking into it and finding out that Peter is into MJ??

Also, funny thing: Peter was standing there watching the news, and he only jumps into action after hearing MJ was kidnapped?? I know he's just standing there until the audience gets all the vital info, but wouldn't it make more sense for a hero to want to rescue... any hostage? No matter if he wants to fuck her or not?? If it had been Gwen, are we to assume he'd be like "she's just a girl in my class" and go home????

Of course, it being MJ gives Harry a reason to join in, but... eh. We don't need it. Lissen, no matter how many times Harry says he loves MJ, he only ever dated her to get back at Peter. The whole time he's dating her, he's just trying to impress his dad, and he's failing to connect with her on an emotional level. I can buy him caring for her as a friend, or even just, you know, a person he was previously involved with. But also she was a shitty friend. She tried to rebound with him after getting mad at Peter and then left instead of talking it out, making him think he was in the wrong before his memories kicked back in.

Oh, by the way, the memory loss thing was just pointless. It served no purpose. It was nice to see Harry happy for a time... but at the cost of a coherent plot? Harry discovers that Peter killed his dad -> decides to kill Peter -> memory loss -> Harry discovers that Peter killed his dad -> decides to hurt Peter -> gets beat up -> dies. Just cut out the middle man!! Remove the memory loss!!

Okay, finally for the rewrite:

I'm not gonna lay out everything that happens because the whole plotline of Peter's struggle with forgiving his uncle's killer and the whole symbiote warping his personality is gonna remain completely unchanged. That was good.

Move Harry's discovery of his father's Goblin tech to later in the movie. Most stuff can stay the same. We go from Peter going home with Aunt May's engagement ring straight to Flint Marko becoming Sandman.

No major changes until later, when MJ ditches dinner with Peter and decides to rebound with Harry. Harry's still got his memories, so he welcomes MJ's advances knowing it will hurt Peter. And yet... still... he recognizes a pattern. MJ came to him for support that she wasn't getting from Peter, but she didn't care about him at all. She never cared about him, she was always using him, even when they first began dating, even if she didn't know it at the time. It reminds him of what his father said about her. Cue him hallucinating his father, who goads him into taking revenge on Peter. He refuses at first and breaks the mirror, discovering all the Goblin tech. It is THEN that he decides to get all Goblined up.

Meanwhile, MJ comes to a realization about herself and decides OF HER OWN VOLITION to finally end it with Peter, telling him that she loves someone else when Peter just won't let it go. LET HER MAKE A GOOD DECISION FOR ONCE!!! This will be good for her. Peter is incapable of giving her the validation and support she needs, and she doesn't have the backbone to confront him about the cause of her discontentment, settling for bottling it all up and going to other men for attention instead. And, also, it's a recognizable pattern that Peter really only loves her because he's always wanted to save her. First from her abusive father and shitty boyfriend and then from supervillains and theatre critics. He needs to grow up past that. This is just best for everyone.

Peter is walking alone, sadly contemplating the engagement ring he meant to propose to MJ with (mirroring the scene earlier in the movie, but he's broken-hearted this time rather than hopeful), and Harry snatches him up (you can still have Peter almost losing the ring like in the movie, it's still a priority because he needs to return it to Aunt May). Harry's plan here was to break Peter's heart and kill him while he was still down, but Peter gets the upper hand and injures Harry. No memory loss, just the mutilation Harry suffers in the movie.

Then all the shit with Brock and then Peter humiliating MJ and realizing "oh ew this gunk on me is making me a bad person". All that. Brock and Marko team up and kidnap GWEN STACY, and, knowing that he can't take on both, Peter goes to Harry. He doesn't have MJ as a bargaining chip, but that shouldn't matter, an innocent person will die if Spiderman can't win this fight. Harry tells him to fuck off.

Harry watches the fight play out on the news, seeing Peter get his ass handed to him and unfortunately getting no satisfaction out of it. Bernard (his butler) confronts him and tells him about the night his father died and about the nature of his wounds, confirming that Norman Osborn indeed killed himself. This is the tipping point for Harry, and he leaves to help Peter.

And you know what? Without all the weird convoluted drama of Harry losing his memory and then regaining it, it's more clear that Harry's conflict parallels Peter's own. They both have to cope with misidentifying their father figures' killers and taking out their anger on innocent people. They both even had another parental figure be the one to confront their harmful coping mechanisms: Aunt May and Bernard. Also, Peter dealt with the ghost of Uncle Ben haunting him as a representation of his guilt in the second movie the same way Harry sees his dead father in this one.

I don't like Harry dying. Yes, it's canon to literally every iteration of Spiderman, but fuck canon, look what I'm already doing. And if you know anything about the Green Goblin, it's that he always comes back. Not necessarily through resurrection or anything, but if you kill the Green Goblin, there's always gonna be some asshole that finds his tech and becomes him. It's much more cost-efficient to reform the New Goblin and just have him there. We didn't have a 4th movie, it's not gonna screw things up too bad. I guess it would mess up the continuity of No Way Home (which I still haven't watched) but shhhhh. Let me have him. I really liked him as a kid. Yeah, I liked this single depiction of Harry Osborn as the New Goblin. I just thought his armour and hoverboard were really cool

So, Harry and Peter have reconciled and go to one of MJ's performances. And maybe we get Jay Jonah Jameson's reaction to the New Goblin and New Goblin getting a real name from the press because he's not really goblin-like, and Jameson certainly wouldn't be paying enough attention to recognize the Green Goblin tech. Is this sacrilege considering New Goblin/what's-his-name never appears in the comics? I do what I want, I'll make shit up.

I feel so pretentious rewriting a superhero movie, but I'm not like a middle-aged man angry about the new Star Wars, I'm just someone who thought this movie was really cool as a child... and thinks it really needs some work as an adult.

#spiderman #spiderman 3 #peter parker #harry osborn #mary jane watson #movie rewrite #god rest my soul whyyy have I done this #it needed to be done- i could write nothing else

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Kurt Glee Rewatch: Acafellas

Oof this ep. Happy to skip all the Will stuff... Honestly, for teen shows, I hate when so much time is spent on the adults? Like, if I wanted that, I’d watch a drama about adults? This is a high school show? We care about the kids? They should be focus. Imagine the show with like... even half the amount of Will plot. More time on the New Directions... would be so much better. Maybe Matt would get a line lol

This outfit will always kill me. Kurt babe, no.

And tbh... Rachel has a point? Legit every ND performance, their choreo is just... not the best? Esp compared to VA. I’ll discuss more later but... they could use some help with the dancing. And once they have more members, they can try something more interesting than standing in a line or walking in circles and jumping.

Anyway...

Aww Kurtcedes!! Notice Kurt not only has hairspray, but also extra clothes in his locker. Prob bc of dumpsters/slushies. Yikes.

And poor Mercedes, all lonely. Does make me wonder about her life before. She has church choir friends and she didn’t seem super unpopular until glee club? Who did she hang with??

And the crush... Like she is sus at first, but Quinn and Santana ofc try to sway her. And I get it, Kurt is the first guy to be sweet to her and they def have fun together. And you know what, kudos for Mercedes for looking past stereotypes and giving it a chance. Bc yah, writers def put a lot of stereotypes into Kurt...

I wonder if he was just making a joke or if he actually practiced kissing his elbow lol. And notice, he’s much more comfortable being close with Mercedes, linking arms. So sweet.

Ah, the Lincoln Navigator. I do wonder how into cars Kurt was... we deserved more mechanic!Kurt (esp since we know he worked in the shop)

First mention of his dad. He’s all set up as prob being anti-gay. I wonder about Burt’s intentions. We see in 2009 how he threatened to take away Kurt’s sewing machine. They aren’t v close yet, so when it comes to laying down the law Burt is kinda flying blind. And part of this is his discomfort with Kurt being fem, but I’m sure part of it is his dad worrying. He doesn’t want his son to have a hard life.

And aw, Mercedes thinking she’s asking out Kurt while he’s just happy to have a friend to watch Liza Minelli with. Oof.

I also love how many VA performances we see and still no Jessie. He was just... away for the first semester. Or something.

So we had the ‘Gay-vention’ bc Kurt is ‘lady fabulous’ oof.

And he wore a corset to class? And we don’t see this?? Rude.

And the iconic. Kurt is just so relaxed and happy and then Mercedes drops the bomb and Kurt is just. Shook. He just wanted a friend. He’s def not ready to come out, but he thought it was pretty clear without him having to actually say it.

He says he made it obvious that he liked someone else? But his crush on Finn doesn’t seem v overt yet? Maybe he was more open around Mercedes? Or maybe it was just bc they needed the setup for him to say Rachel?

Either way, poor Kurt gets his windows busted, but he also witnesses the amazing performance. Def one of the best from s1

Him crying int he background, aww poor guy. He loves his car.

Ah, misfits banding together. The lesson we’ll learn every ep this season lol.

Dakota is a jerk but omg his lines

“Artie you’re cut, you’re not trying hard enough” “At what?” “At walking”

Well, at least he knows Artie’s name??

“Stay away from aerosol cans cuz you could burst into flames at any second” omg poor Kurt. Glad he joins the walkout bc he’s not down for this bs.

Kurt says he has a tiara collection and we never see it. See, we keep getting told that Kurt dresses ‘like a girl’ but never really see it? He plays with gender, sure, but his style is always more masc leaning. Just not ‘typical’ masc so ppl find it weird. Ugh.

Also, his locker. Having guys abs... yeah, not exactly hiding lol. And the quote says “I would never ever have had the confidence to be in a school play” and excuse while I overthink.

I tried googling and don’t think it’s from anything specific? If someone knows, pls let me know. Also, just makes me even more sad he never got to properly star in... any play? We had a bit in Rocky Horror and he was great as Riff Raff but just... I’ll go into it s3 but damn it bugs me.

Anyway, shows how great Kurtcedes is bc she immediately goes to apologize, he trusts her enough to come out... like this is Glee, it could easily have been dragged out, but they settle it here in this sweet scene...

And that hesitation, the little choke on the word, this is definitely he’s said the words out loud and my heart cannot take it. I love that he gets this, he gets to come out. Everyone assumed his sexuality, but he gets this moment with Mercedes where she was ready to accept his crush on Rachel but he takes the step to open up and come out and I just love that.

And interesting how we get this and then the coming out to his dad, but not to everyone else? Maybe after Preggers he just accepts the comments? Doesn’t deny it? Bc ppl all assume he’s gay anyway.

And that also makes it so much harder bc he’s not ‘straight passing’ so even when he’s closeted everyone keeps bullying him for something he was barely able to admit to himself.

And Chris Colfer has talked about this, how after Preggers the media all just assumed he was gay too and he couldn’t really control his coming out and that breaks my heart and I could have a whole rant about media but.... not the time.

So ya, it sucks that Kurt didn’t have as much control, I’ll discuss more in Preggers tho.

#glee rewatch #glee #Kurt Hummel #Glee Season 1 #glee acafellas

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oct 25

faith is a fact but faith is an act

"show me your faith without your works, and i will show you my faith by my works." jam 2:18

i’ve heard the old saying that “life is not a bed of roses” for as long as i can remember. i understand what it’s trying to convey but i’ve also thought that it would not really be all that great to lay down on a bed of sharp thorns. nevertheless, it’s safe to say our journey will have its ups and downs and unfortunately, most of us will experience our share of hard times.

whether it’s a financial worry, a medical situation, family problems, a concern for the world, or just being discouraged from the relentless grind of our job, life can be tough. however, in the midst of all that is going on, we can always turn to God who is filled with an endless source of strength, hope, and love. we can choose to embrace the encouraging truth that God cares about our problems and how He has the power and the solutions to give us the victory no matter the size of our mountain or how dark the night. “and God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” 2 cor 9:8

yes, there are bumps in the road that can help us learn about faith and patience but whatever the crisis it was not God’s intention for us to dwell in a state of defeat. in spite of being surrounded by negative forces, we have been given the opportunity through Christ to abide in His presence where there is an abundance of joy, security, and peace. in john chapter ten and verse ten and eleven we find the words of Christ, “the thief comes not but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: but I have come that you might have life and that you might have it more abundantly. i am the Good Shepherd: the Good Shepherd gives his life for the sheep.” whatever the situation, He has promised that He wants to save you and bring you through your trials stronger and more confident than ever.

the concept of God supplying our needs is wonderful but there is also a very important component to receiving His abundant blessings and that is our responsibility to believe. if we do not have faith, it’s not only impossible to please Him but highly unlikely that His miracles can be activated into our life. in jeremiah chapter 29, we see in verse 11 that we are always on His mind and He has planned very good things for us to enjoy. but continuing in the context, the next two verses mention for us to take the initiative to call upon Him, pray, and seek His presence with all of our heart which of course includes the element of trust and assurance.

i recall a story about a small farming community that had been experiencing a terrible drought. the crops were dying in the fields and everyone was very worried because this is how they made their living. the pastor of the local church called a special prayer service for all the people of the town to gather in front of the church and spend some time agreeing in faith that God would send some rain. many people arrived and you could sense the seriousness among the crowd. as the pastor was getting ready to begin the meeting, he noticed a young girl standing quietly in the front. her face was beaming with excitement and then he saw beside her, open and ready for use, was a large colorful umbrella.

as he stared at the umbrella, he was a little ashamed that he did not bring one but also felt a sudden surge of hope and confidence. the little girl’s childlike innocence warmed his heart as he realized how much faith she possessed. though the town had come together to pray for rain, it seemed no one else had thought that maybe they should bring an umbrella to keep from getting wet.

a life without a positive expectation and a hopeful anticipation of goodness is an example of the miserable pessimist who abides in the shadows of fear and sadness. the world and even our own human nature is constantly telling us it’s impossible, it’s risky, it’s hopeless, but we will believe that nothing is too difficult for God and all things are possible with Him.

believe today. believe God for mighty acts, but in believing, act accordingly. "but let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. for let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways." james 1:6-8

good old james. he added action to his faith, practicality and common sense took second place.

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus #jesus is coming

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Hiraeth - Part II

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HIRAETH, n. (Welsh) A spiritual longing for a home which maybe never was. Nostalgia for ancient places to which we cannot return. The echo of the lost places of our soul’s past and our grief for them. In the wind, rocks, and waves, it is nowhere and everywhere.

Donan x Fem!Reader

Hello ! Here I am with the second part of this fanfiction ! Today is the last piece free from the drama we all know... So enjoy !

Warning : NSFW

The next morning you woke up at sunrise. It was a good habit, something with the change of light but your body always reacted at the first sun rays. However, you were surprised to find Donan busy at his alchemist table.

“Please tell me you slept at least an hour”, you whined while coming to see what he was doing.

You had covered your naked body with the blanket, but the man did not even look in your direction as he was deeply focused. You had to hold in the childish urge to blow in his ear.

“Thanks to your dedication, I slept through most of the night”, he assured you, his voice as warm and deep as usual, maybe even a bit more enthusiastic, “I woke up only a couple of minutes earlier. It has been a long time since I had to brew that kind of potion but I'm confident in its success.”

“Urgh the scent is always disgusting”, you sighed recognising the potion he had handed you. “Cheers!”

You gulped the contraceptive beverage before giving it back to his maker. Despite its awful taste, it was the first time a man had gone through the trouble of concerning himself with it so you felt grateful.

“Thank you. Now I need to leave, I have to go meet someone.”

“Are you meeting with Yorin?” Donan asked innocently while tidying his things, hiding his concerned expression from you.

“Hmm not really”, you avoided answering.

The truth was that you were almost certain that Airidah had gone to the dark side with Lilith, but you did not want to ruin the little bit of peace you had earned with the Horadrim. After what Yorin had told you about his father and her, you had understood how close they had been, and how much it would pain him to learn that she had been tempted by the demoness.

“But I met someone who knows you, Arlo and his mature daughter”, you revealed to him with a smile. “They are in Breigstag for now, their homes are no longer safe, Yorin succeeded in making them come back safely.”

“Arlo… I have not seen him in a long time , but I'm relieved to know his stone head is alright. Maybe I should send word to bring them here. However, I'm not sure this estate is safe, after everything that has happened…”

“Whatever you decide, I will tell them”, you assured him.

When you had met Arlo you had been surprised by how much he and Donan were alike. It was almost another version of the Horadrim if he had not chosen to make a deal with the Church of Light. A widower with an only child, but true to the druids’ ways…

Your thoughts made you want to kiss him but you did not feel right to break into his personal space so you simply put your hand on his arm with all the fondness you could muster.

“Thank you, I'll let you know when I've done the necessary preparations, then.”

He already looked gone in his mind, thinking about too many things, worrying. It made your chest hurt. How could he give so much, and people still resent him? You held on to your worry and simply nodded. It was the right time to leave, everything had been said and done. But your feet did not want to move. Donan had still his back turned on you, seemingly busy with his ingredients. Was he giving you the space to leave or was he trying to distance himself from you? However, you had not come so far to simply let him slip through your fingers. You inspired sharply.

“Can I come back?” You wondered. “Maybe to help you sleep?”

“Do you want it?” He asked, his hands stopped.

“Yes, I really do.” You answered with sincerity.

Finally, he turned towards you. His face seemed normal, but the smile on his lips made him look relieved.

“Then you’re welcome to come to me at any time”, he offered.

“I’ll remember it”, you claimed, trying not to smile too largely. “Until next time then…”

You hesitated, but before leaving you gently touched his fingers, earning a soft surprise sound and ultimately you left the estate.

When you came back a couple of days later, Donan was nowhere to be found. It made you feel uneasy. Your mind went crazy on terrible scenarios involving beastmen ravaging the place. But thankfully, Wilfred saved you from your wild imagination by informing you that the master had gone back to the Eldhaime Keep.

During the short ride, you tried to think of the right way to announce the truth to Donan, but nothing seemed right. When you finally met him at the same place as the first time you encountered him, his expression was so darkened that you realised that he already knew.

“Yorin told me, he just left”, he admitted before you could say anything.

“I’m sorry…”, was all you could muster.

You felt defeated. You had rushed back as quickly as you could, but your injuries were slowing you down. Thankfully the healing potion had made them vanish, but you had to stop by the healer before going here. Still, it was not the worst of it. It was the first mission you had been tasked with by the man you cared for, and you had only succeeded in killing a woman he held dear.

“Why are you apologising? Nobody could have known, even I never thought she would go along with Lilith's mad plans”, he sighed while closing the book he was reading when you entered.

“Maybe if I had been faster, stronger, I could have stopped the Daughter Of Evil before she corrupted more people…”, it was a real worry for you.

Something you were keeping close to your heart for quite some time now. Since you had to eliminate Neyrelle’s own mother after her corruption… You had never voiced it out loud, but today it was too hard to carry in silence.

“You’re no god”, Donan interrupted you by placing his hands on your shoulders, “and as a man you’re bound to make mistakes, to fail, but more importantly, you're bound to always stand up again, even stronger than before.”

“Damn I’m being a real bad entertainer if you have to comfort me like this”, you laughed without heart. “But thank you… I needed to hear that..”

“I think I have a bottle in the study room next door”, he nodded, “I say we both earned the right to drink a little.”

You scoffed, that time with more joy before following him. The study room looked more like an unofficial bedroom/study than a real scholar space. There were books opened, discarded on the floor or the table, and even some on the couch against the left wall in the back of the room. The shelves were full of those, but some spaces hid bottles of alcohol.

“Here”, he showed you a chair before taking care of finding two glasses.

You had to remove the books and scribble pages from the seat before sitting down. Then you looked at Donan as he was busying himself around. It was a nice sight that made you forget about your bad day. The memories of last night did not help you in keeping your composure. You would give a lot to kiss him right now.

“You are strangely red on your cheeks, are you sure your injuries are dealt with?” He was worried when giving you your cup.

“I don’t think my injuries are the culprit of my embarrassment”, you giggled before adding in front of his incomprehension, “you are.”

“I did not have time to inquire much about Yorin’s well-being”, Donan changed the subject before drinking largely, “How is he doing?”

“The best he can, I guess. A legend of his childhood just died, and even worse she tried to kill good people. He’s trying to find his place between the stories he had been told and the reality he’s living in.”

For a moment, the man did not respond, only meditating on your answer while looking at his drink. Then he suddenly emptied it before pouring himself another.

“In your own opinion should I simply send my boy to the Church of Light?” He questioned you, frowning hard.

“Nobody should go with them”, you answered abruptly, with hatred in your voice.

For a second your whole demeanour changed, your eyes darkened, your grasp clenched around your cup, and you almost jumped on your feet. In the end, you finished your own drink and poured yourself another too.

“But that’s only my opinion. I understand your choice, and I have met good people among them. So like everything there’s no easy answer, only the one you make for yourself”, you whispered.

Donan waved in front of his eyes as if he was trying to reconcile the vision he had of you with the strange eruption he just witnessed. Oh yes, he had gathered that you were not an ordinary woman with an easy background, but that sudden urge for violence could only mean that what you had witnessed had hurt your very soul. Like him.

“Thank you for your honest answer…”, he looked away, “I contacted Arlo, he and his daughter are coming tomorrow to the Firebreak estate.”

“That’s good news!” You happily rejoiced.

“Indeed it is.”

You both toasted to it before laughing and drinking. It was already late that day so none of you was worried about people stumbling upon you. With each new drink, you started to feel more at ease, and Donan the same, so without thinking you both ended up on the couch, cuddling each other.

“No wild ride tonight?” the ancient Horadrim taunted you, one hand caressing your arm and the other on your hips.

“I can offer you another kind of ride”, you offered while kissing him eagerly.

“Let’s see if it will be as exciting…”

🍓

You chuckled, drowning in Donan’s eyes, unable to resist the urge of melting in his arms. His embrace was strong and hungry, even more than yours. You climbed on top of him as you could without leaving his lips and without leaving his arms. It was laborious, making you both laugh lightly, nevertheless, you succeeded in stroking gently your hips against his crotch. Like this, you could masturbate yourself too and you enjoy it without shame. You used your hands to anchor yourself on Donan’s head and soon enough his raspy intake met your growing moans.

You did not know when you had ended up naked, but his cock was sliding between your vagina’s lips, pressing on your clitoris just like you liked it. Donan’s hands were gripping your cheeks vigorously as he was trying to make you impale on him. However, you were not willing to let him go that easily. You kept rocking your hips, going faster while your own climax was coming closer.

“By the light…” The Horadrim grunted in your mouth. “You’re torturing me.”

“Am I?” You laughed.

You were so close to peak that you did not care for anything else, you shivered and gasped, so close, so close. Everything was so exhilarating: Donan’s strong scent, his big manhood against you, his large hands on your body…

Suddenly, the world moved and you found yourself on your knees, your back against Donan’s torso, facing the wall. One hand went to grab your throat, exercising just enough pressure to make you unable to move, while the other was grabbing your hips hard enough to make you cry. The next second his cock easily slide into your pussy and without waiting he started fucking you hard.

“You’re going to regret playing with me like this”, he groaned against your ear before biting it.

You could not answer, only whimpered and moaned loudly. Your hands on the wall were helping you in staying upright while Donan was using his whole body to move in and out of you. His hips smacked hard on your cheeks as pain and pleasure melted in exquisite torture.

The man's laborious pants and grunts sent waves of thrill but he did not seem to have enough. He suddenly let go of your throat to grab your hips with his two hands, like this he could trust deeper and he did so with a low guttural sound. While one of your hands was desperately trying to grip the couch, you helped yourself to your vagina to masturbate, sending you almost immediately over the edge. Your legs squeezed as you came. Donan brought you on his cock one hard last time before filling you. His fingers stayed clenched on your skin, while he was shaken by his bliss.

Mere seconds later, he helped you on his torso, where you lay for a while, catching your breath and enjoying the beatitude of the afterglow.

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#fanfiction #writing #diablo iv #diabo donan #donan #hiraeth

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sabineelectricheart · 2 years

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The Scourge of Madness

Summary: His voice was cold and detached. It sounded what she supposed that controlled madness would.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Explicit depictions of rape. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Words: 3000

Notes: Hate me all you want, but I always thought that Dimitri’s return to reason was much too magical and easy. I like exploring this side of madness from his personality. Read at your own peril.

If Sothis is still alive independently of her, if she is so powerful and all-knowing like her religion insists that she is, this, right now, is the moment in which she should show up.

Byleth is the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros, she is the Enlightened One, she is the physical vessel through the Goddess walks this earth, but there is a mad King trailing her in a castle he knows like the back of his hand. He holds murderous intent, on which he has already followed through this evening.

She needs all the help she can get.

The accusation against her is clear. The Church of Seiros is accused of practicing illegal magic. The Crown discovered the grotesque experiments that Rhea used to perform in Garreg Mach, and while Byleth has forbidden their continuation, a team of academics have been reviewing the findings for something that might be of use.

Though, of course, the legal accusation does not mean much. The real motivations for the massacre afoot are much more sinister.

The woman takes a turn on the hallway. She could feel the vibrations of his every step on the stone floor as she continues to run away from him with all her might.

While she wore regalia for the evening, her dress was not too heavy, though it was tight enough to keep her from running properly. The floor is also much too clean, and she feared it would make her slip at any moment if she lost focus.

She needs to leave this castle right now. If she can reach Fódlan’s Throat, she is reasonably confident that Claude would give her refuge. Even if she just makes it to Leicester, she can still find someone willing to help her there.

Then, Byleth passes through a window and takes a quick look out into the courtyard outside. What is even the point? Walls keep what is outside out, but also keep what is inside in. She is in the innermost sanctum of Castle Blaiddyd, if she wanted to reach the Tailtean Plains alone, she would have to climb three sets of walls and sneak out of the city, carrying only her sword and without her Divine Pulse.

It is impossible.

The thought of the meaninglessness of it all both sobered her and placed a thousand pounds on her shoulders. Whatever she tried, she would not be able to get away, not as long as he commanded the soldiers all around her. As long as he was in power, she had no way out.

This whole exercise was just meant to tire her, to beat the resistance out of her, and in this regard, he has been successful.

The tiles on the floor glistened, she realized, flecks of gold shimmering within them, the cream-coloured walls were equally pretty. The city beneath was lit with fire light, reflected against the teal of the roof tiles. What a pretty view before death.

Well, Byleth believed she would die. Sitri and Jeralt. Rhea. Manuela and Hannemann. Alois, Catherine and Shamir. Most of her students. They are all dead, why would she be any different?

Would it hurt? She allowed herself to wonder, as she doubled a corner and heard him closing in. Would he make it public? Or would he fake her suicide?

Then, she stopped. Her feet slide a bit as her heartbeat pounded on her ears, the sight before her enough to drown whatever hope she were hanging by.

Golems, two of them, flanking the doors to the inner courtyard. Yet another proof of the corruption upon that court, but what there is to be done now? Maybe she could trick them and use their stature to jump over the gate? Perhaps she could find their weak spot and exploit it?

“Seize her!” The King commanded, so elegant that he did not even sound out of breath, despite his long chase.

His voice was cold and detached, just like it would be when he is passing judgement at the Throne Room. It sounded what she supposed that controlled madness would.

The Golems gave her a long look, almost as if they were trying to identify her as their target, before steeling their eyes and walking towards her in deadly slow steps.

Instinctively, Byleth began moving backwards, her eyes jumping from one to the other as they flanked her with weary steps almost as though trying to catch a scaredy doe. Her arms were slowly rising, palms extended, she did not quite know what for.

That short interval was enough for the guard company that tailed her finally catch up, flooding the entrance hall by the other end. The Archbishop saw herself surrounded on both sides, by the golems in one and the soldiers to the other.

Byleth rose her hand to fight, and to give herself an honourable death if that failed, but a well-spotted archer shoots her dominant hand in perfect precision, forcing her to drop her weapon.

The men had her in no time. She trashed against them, she kicked and she bit as she tried to get them off of her, but they had a good grip, barely lifting her off her feet to make she would lose balance.

They turned their former religious leader around and faced their liege, but she kept trying to get away, growling like a savage.

Dimitri had a cold glint in his eye, as if his heart was made of pure ice. If it was not shameful of her to do so in this situation, the woman is sure she would weep for what has been lost, for another student that she lost, even if he stands before her.

“Her Grace is a convicted agent of our enemies. She is commanded by believers of the Flame Emperor.” The monarch accuses.

His voice caught she by surprise, she was honestly surprised at the severity and confidence of his voice, the hold of the guards tightened a notch

“Take her to my study so that I might…” His eyes trailed on her face as he licked his lips, almost as if he was savouring his own words. “Extract the information that I require.”

“Liar! Please! He lies!” Her tears were beginning to roam freely down her face, in a desperate fashion that she has never experienced before. “I fought with you! I fought for you! Believe me!”

Dimitri managed a severe look of disappointment. “We owe nothing to a filthy necromancer who seeks to bring Edelgard back after her reign of terror.”

It was then when the woman realized that he was not focused on her and her summary verdict. No, he had his attention on putting a show to convince the guards.

He was successful, in spite of any personal beliefs they might hold about her or about the great institution of the Church of Seiros. They began dragging her along, as she kept struggling and looking for any sign of them doubting his fabricated narrative. There was none.

Another pair of guards opened the doors to his study as they brought her in, Dimitri entering the room following closely behind.

“Leave us. Do not let anyone enter this room under any circumstance.” He commanded.

The guards looked back and forth between the two of them, concerned that the supposed necromancer had some concealed weapon. If it was not the discipline that the monarch instilled in them since the end of the war, they would have certainly objected to it.

This whole exchange made her feel even worse. It broke her heart to see how they looked at her as though she were the menace in the room.

“I will be fine. I shall contain her if need be.” He added, a filthy sense of sincerity coating his words.

Of course, he would be perfectly fine. The only one in real danger here was her.

Byleth ran to for the door as soon as the guards let go of her arms, but they closed it in straight on her face. The blonde chuckled behind her, making her turn around to glare at him.

“By all means, keep trying. I would enjoy to see the mess you can make of your face.” He was entertained, comfortably leaning against his desk. “What has Jeralt said before he died? That he was happy to see you cry? I can empathize with the feeling.”

“All this because I rejected your offer of marriage?” She asks coldly. “Is that all it takes to destroy your sanity? Is this all it takes for you to commit the gravest of sins against creation?”

His eyes darkened with anger and she wondered briefly if she should have held her tongue, before concluding that she is already dead. In true fashion, he stalked towards her, but his legs were long enough so that it took him no time to corner her.

“What? Are you going to try to kiss me again? We both saw how it ended up last time.” Her voice came high pitched and trembling as her face went red and her eyes watered.

Not really imposing, but Byleth could not stop her mouth.

Dimitri held up a dagger and stabbed her against her right tight. She screamed in pain.

“It slipped.” He said, as if apologizing. “I would heal your wounds, but when one commits the gravest sin against creation, as you so well put it, one tends to lose the capacity to practice or to receive Faith magic. A small price to pay, I would say.”

Dimitri broke his covenant with Sothis when he aligned himself with Agartha. She knew that, and she knew of the consequences. He knows they were to blame for the misery he went through as a child, he knows how much he struggled to be rid of their influence, but he followed through with it anyways. It is the only way to have what he wants, and he is willing to make any sacrifice towards it.

Just like Edelgard before him.

He took her up in his arms, now that her legs cannot sustain the weight of her body any longer, and dropped her gracelessly to a chair. As she kept trying to get away, she wondered if she looked like an animal while moving like that.

The King threw her a piece of cord he removed from his book stash

“Tie your hands to the chair.” He commanded.

She glared at him. “Why would I?”

He grabbed a hold of his sword.

“Do it or I will cut them off.” He said, threatening, in spite of her incredulous expression. “Doubt me if you want, but I should remind you that I was already using this before I turned fifteen, and my Crest favours me. How much strength do you think it would take?”

It scared Byleth how entertained he was by the thought of maiming her permanently. Faced with little choice on the matter, she made a knot with two of her fingers and her mouth.

“There, are you happy now?” She sneered.

For all her years in the military, Byleth had never wanted to kill someone as much as she did right that second. He got to her side in no time and tugged on the rope, observing that it was loose.

He clicked his tongue derisively and tightened it himself. “You are not being very cooperative, Beloved.”

The anger burnt her throat. Not cooperative? He expects that she would cooperate? After he killed two people she considered family right in front of her, not to mention the massacre he is certainly promoting right at this moment across Fódlan, the King expects her to be cooperative.

It would be laughable, if not for the tragedy of it all.

Byleth felt his warm fingers on her chin, lifting it up so her green eyes would meet his light blues. How much strength would it take to bite his fingers off?

He pressed his mouth against her right ear, never loosening the strong grip on her chin. “Are you still fighting? You cannot win alone, Beloved. You should have realized that by now.”

The blond separated from her, as though her very skin burned him, and began walking around her, almost as if taking in the view. Then, four or five turns later, he got close. Too close for her comfort, with his chest pressed against her back, his left arm hugging her shoulders as his right one held her face looking to the front.

“So beautiful, so strong, so powerful.” He whispered, this time heaving against her neck “Now you are all mine, Beloved. No more Church for me to share, and no more Goddess to hide you away.”

He savoured the taste of that filthy word every time he said that moniker. She could feel his heartbeat picking up, could feel the bulge against her back growing, could feel him almost panting, and it made she so nauseous she hoped she would puke all over him.

In a moment of recklessness, Byleth tried with all her strength to push him off of her, but she made a mistake, a deadly mistake. She brushed against him.

He grunted, it obviously taking him by surprise. In a stray ray of hope, she pleaded and begged that he would be repulsed by that, that he would let go, maybe poke fun at her or feel so repulsed he might straight up kill her at once.

Her hopes were dashed when he did it again, this time on purpose, grinding against her backside as she tried to squirm away, and again, and again.

She sobbed as he moaned.

“Do not do this, Dimitri.” Her voice was broken with fear and disgust. “Please, this is not right, and this is not love. Let me go before you do something that cannot be taken back!”

He only gripped her tighter.

“No, it is not love.” He said, lost in his own mind. “You have bewitched me, Beloved, and you have brought me to my doom. It cannot be anything else. You placed a curse upon me, and now I am following through your command, and I shall enjoy it.”

Byleth gaped. She already had her suspicions on him being mad, on his miraculous cure being too much of wishful thinking of their part, but maybe he was already completely lunatic. Maybe her first mistake had been not simply ending the Blaiddyd line when she had the chance, maybe it had been naïve of her to allow Claude to leave Fódlan and concentrate too much power in the hands of just one man.

He let go of her shoulders and gripped her hips, now grinding her against his girth, following the rhythm he had already stablished.

“Besides…” He added in a laboured breath, as he loses himself in the throes of his passion. “Why would I ever let you go?”

“The nobles will know. There are those loyal to the Church, and they will resist your rule.” She argued, knowing full well how wrong she is.

Dimitri, however, was much too glad to have her know how little he thought of her argument, as he laughed and began to slide his hand on her inner thigh over her dress.

“I am the High King of Fódlan.” He said as though it explained everything.

The woman guessed it did; As long as he was High King, no one would dare cross him, not even with doubts about the whereabouts of the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros.

“You will not be High King forever.” She said, forceful.

It was a daring response, really, but here, with his hands grasping all over her legs, every time higher and higher up, she could not care less. There is no conceivable way in which her situation could worsen, and her curses were the only resistance she is still afforded.

“What is that supposed to mean?” The monarch asks, his tone was amused, almost challenging, not really caring for an explanation.

His calloused hand began to massage her core from under her skirts. The excitation, regardless of the horrible source, made her let out a strangled moan, which she shut it down as quickly as it appeared. He pressed tighter and she forced herself to detach from her body.

“You will rot.” Was her first response. “You will age and you will rot. High King or not, you will die, and your scourge of madness will die with you. Enjoy the fruits of your sin while you can, Your Majesty, because there will be future kings, better kings, and the people will spit in your legacy!”

Her voice was low and her eyes already gone blank, open but not really seeing anything as she sought comfort and shielding in her own mind.

Those became the last words that she would ever speak. Her body lived, and shall live for many, many years, but it was completely empty of a soul, of feeling and of expression.

As Byleth fell deeper and deeper into the blue light that beckoned her away from material reality, she failed to listen to his response as he pulls her tighter into him.

Dimitri feverishly denied her curse, with frantic eyes and whispers of creating a legacy of his own. Before he left this room, however, there shall be known his crime, and it shall be known his motivations, and the golden halo that surrounded his head would grow dimmer and dimmer.

In time, her words would be made true. The King will never understand what he did, and he will never understand how his existence became a speck of dust, the flame on a candle in a windstorm. As his eyes roll into his head, he is beyond salvation.

There is something of powerful and mystic about the women of the Church of Seiros. Beauty beyond compare, intelligence and power unmatched throughout the land, but there is a reason why man can only contemplate but never touch.

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His Angel (Part 1)

Jack Nelson x innocent reader

Summary: Jack meets his future wife in 1920 before he takes power in Boston. Never willing to listen to anything negative about your man, you live a sheltered life, which is exactly the way Jack likes it.

Author’s Note: Blame @retromafia for more Jack Nelson stories! Jk I did this all on my own because I am gone for this man. (Happy birthday, love! It's my stab at a domestic fic.)

Warnings: S6 spoilers maybe?, age difference, swearing, mention of murder

“I want to leave,” you said quietly, placing your cup of punch on an empty chair.

“No, please don’t leave y/n. I’m sure one of the boys will ask you to dance,” your friend assured you. You weren’t as certain though. You wore an old hand-me-down dress and your stockings had runs you were desperately trying to conceal. You felt awkward and ugly. There was no way anyone there would ask you to dance. Determined to leave the church dance early, you began to walk toward the exit.

Before you could reach the door, a tall boy with dark hair approached you. “Where are you going?” He asked.

..“I wasn’t having..much fun so I’m leaving,” you explained as you twisted the buttons of your sweater between your fingers nervously.

“You’d leave without dancin’ with me?” He asked confidently.

“But you haven’t asked me…” you said confused.

“Well, I’m askin’ you now. Will you dance with me?” He cocked an eyebrow at you waiting for your reply.

“I…I’d love to,” you managed.

As you danced, you exchanged names. The charismatic young man was named Jack and he informed you that he had just returned home from the war.

Catholic school was boring with only girls in attendance, but the occasional dances at church gave you an opportunity to meet boys which was good fun. You didn’t have many boys looking at you though, you mostly stood in the corner. Perhaps you were too homely looking for them? But Jack was different. He stared at you as though you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

You danced with him the rest of the night and he told you all about his family. He came from a large Irish, Catholic family. That wasn’t especially interesting considering most people you knew in your neighborhood were of the same background. However, there was something about the way he spoke about his love for his mother that made you swoon.

You could tell right away that she had taught him how to be a gentleman. Your mother always told you that was important to find in a man. All the boys you knew were so crude. Sons of factory workers who didn’t know how to talk to a girl without swearing.

After your father passed away, your mother and brother had begun watching over you carefully. They wanted to ensure you didn’t go astray. You couldn’t see that happening with Jack though. Nearly ten years your senior, he was mature and established. You liked the respectful way he treated you as well, never reaching for your ass or trying to steal a kiss unexpectedly. He kept a distance between you when you slow danced. “Room for the Holy Spirit,” Sister Agnes had called it, instructing everyone to keep their distance. The nuns were closely monitoring your contact which is probably why your mother allowed you to go to these events at all.

When the dance was over Jack asked if he could walk you home and you agreed. The weather was nice and you took your time strolling down the sidewalk together. In time this was a familiar ritual with Jack. He walked you home after dates, stopping at your doorstep to caress your face. “My angel,” he would say before giving you a soft good night kiss, then bidding you goodnight.

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After six months of dating, you were ready to marry Jack. You knew you were still young, but you wanted to be his wife in the worst way. He knew that but told you you needed to finish school first. You begrudgingly agreed knowing it would please your mother.

Everything was going well until one day a girl you’d met only a few times found you in the halls after class.

“You’re going with Jack Nelson, aren’t you?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“I suppose I am, yes,” you smiled to yourself thinking of the man who had your heart.

She grabbed your arm, her tone turning serious all of a sudden, “I think you should know something, y/n. My cousin told me that before he came here he…” she leaned in close to whisper the next part. “Killed a priest!” She said eyes wide with fear. She moved back from you to study your reaction.

You stood with your mouth open for a moment at the salacious gossip. You couldn’t believe anyone would think your sweet Jack would do something so horrible.

You giggled out loud at the notion. Your friend looked shocked and pulled her hand back from your arm. She thought you must have gone crazy. Finding your voice, you defended him emphatically. “No, he would never do something like that. Jack wouldn’t hurt a fly,” you proclaimed.

Your acquaintance searched your eyes for some kind of understanding about the seriousness of her information, but you seemed unbothered by it all. “Alright, y/n, as long as you know what you’re getting into…” she trailed off. Then she scurried away as though she didn’t want to be in your presence a moment longer than necessary. You found it odd, but slightly amusing. Was someone finally jealous of you? You wondered.

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At Jack’s insistence, you began going to his mother’s house to chat with her and learn how to cook Jack’s favorite foods. If he proposed to you, you would be ready to care for him the way a loving wife should. Jack was thrilled that the two women he adored most were getting along so well.

It was at his mother’s that you learned more about Jack’s father. He had abandoned the family after Jack’s brother and sister died of consumption, leaving your boyfriend to take on a great deal of responsibility at the young age of 14. You couldn’t help but admire him for his dedication to his family. He had worked hard to give them everything they lacked.

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You loved being on his arm, everyone staring at the two of you wherever you went. When he wore nice suits on your dates, you became even more dazzled by his handsome good looks. You knew he must be doing well for himself and with graduation quickly approaching, you hoped he would propose soon because you were falling more in love with Jack with each passing day.

He was so kind to you and spoiled you with gifts. His favorite thing to bring you were flowers. He brought them every week on Fridays. It was the day you looked forward to most. Your friend who worked at the grocer across the street from the florist shop said she saw him coming and going frequently so you concluded that he must be working there. You never discussed business with Jack though. What did it matter anyway? He clearly had his affairs in order.

Jack was nothing if not reliable. He was early for every date and knew exactly where you wanted to go and what you wanted to do. It was as though he could read your mind. You didn’t know how you got so lucky. He only missed one date and the day after he begged your forgiveness, telling you his boss kept him late at work and denied him a phone call. When he presented you with a new gold pin to wear on your blouse, he had practically groveled at your feet. How could you not forgive him?

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During one of your baking days with his mother, she mentioned the man Jack worked for.

“The owner of the flower shop?” You asked innocently.

“What flower shop?” She said tilting her head in confusion.

You chuckled wondering if she was joking with you. “The shop where he works, of course,” you replied with a smile.

“Y/n, that is funny!” She doubled over with laughter, although you weren’t sure why. “I see…because he’s given you a field worth of flowers!” She said still chuckling to herself as though you had made a witty joke. Wiping her eyes on her apron she remarked, “Surely you know that Jack works for a businessman in the city. He runs errands for him.”

Suddenly feeling very foolish you giggled nervously before replying, “Oh, that….yes, he told me.” There must be a reason why Jack wasn’t being forthright about his days at work, you thought. You would never question him about it though. He was such a good man, you knew he would never deceive you purposely. You had clearly misunderstood which anyone could do under the circumstances. Jack was making a decent salary, which paid his mother’s rent and you weren’t complaining about the lavish gifts so you decided to leave it.

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One sunny, Sunday afternoon Jack asked you on a picnic after church. You were excited to join him for a date since you hadn’t seen him much lately with his work schedule. Jack carried the large picnic basket to a clearing in the park and spread out a checkered blanket for you to sit on. You opened the basket to find all your favorite foods. Although you knew his mother had made them, you thanked Jack for the surprise. Sitting with your head in his lap after your meal, you felt him run a hand down your arm. You shivered at the goosebumps left in the wake of his touch. He was the only man who could ever make you feel this way. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Would you like a slice of cake?” Jack asked. He knew how much you loved desserts.

“Oh, Jack, I couldn’t possibly,” you said rubbing your stomach.

“I think you should try it. Mom made it special,” he said unwrapping a slice of cake and placing it on a plate before you.

“Come on, angel. One bite,” he said cutting a piece off with a fork and feeding it to you. As you swallowed, you noticed something in the cake glimmering in the sunlight. Reaching for it hesitantly, you pulled a large diamond ring from the cake crumbs. You started shaking involuntarily. With a look of excitement you looked up at Jack who was smiling back at you. “Jack, is this…is this what I think it is?” You stuttered.

Jack rose from the blanket to readjust himself to one knee and took your hand.

“Y/n L/n, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Yes!! Yes, of course, Jack!” You squealed, rushing to kiss him. You had never been happier than you were in that moment, knowing you were going to be Mrs. Jack Nelson.

Jack was beaming with pride that you would accept his proposal. He told you he had one last surprise for you and dragged you up off the blanket. He drove you to a section of town you’d only dreamt of living in and took your hand as he helped you from the car. Taking the steps two at a time, he looked back at you with anticipation. Arms held out by his side like a showman, he proclaimed, “Well, angel, what do you think of our new home?”

You were stunned. Had he really bought this beautiful house just for you? “Oh, Jack, it’s wonderful!” You exclaimed. “Can we see inside?” You begged with the eagerness of a child.

“Of course we can, it’s ours!” He boasted. Then he showed you around the place that would become your home after you were married. When you had seen the large bedroom that would be yours, he walked you down the hall to a second bedroom. Standing behind you in the doorway, he draped his arms over your shoulders, squeezing tightly. “When we’re ready, this is going to be the nursery. I want to have as many children as you’ll give me.” Your heart nearly burst at his admission. You knew coming from a large family that he wanted the same thing himself. You were overjoyed at the thought of having Jack’s children and you left the house with a stupid grin on your face imagining your future there with him.

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Your happiness was not to last though. Your older brother, Patrick and his wife, were over for dinner the next night. After the meal, he raised his concerns about you marrying Jack. He waited for the plates to be cleared to speak with you privately, then he made his position clear.

“I don’t like the things Ma’s been telling me about you getting cozy with Jack Nelson, y/n. What is it you like so much about him, huh?” Patrick asked already sounding irritated.

“He’s big and strong,” you mused. Your brother rolled his eyes at your foolish, schoolgirl ways. “I guess I like feeling protected…” you stared out the window to avoid his stare. You knew that since your father passed away, he held himself responsible for you and your younger sisters, despite having a wife of his own to provide for. You could tell from the way your brother was clenching his jaw that he had taken your statement as a hurtful insult. He would never admit that you had the power to wound him, but being the closest in age to one another, you always knew when he was holding back.

You tried to think of a better way to explain your motivation for wanting to marry. Maybe if you told him of your devotion to Jack, his heart would soften. After all, you knew your brother just wanted to see you happy. “He’s the man I love,” you answered honestly, reaching for your brother’s hand.

Something about your words angered him and he snatched his hand away from you, cutting off your attempt to reconcile.

“Dammit, y/n, everyone suspects that guy is a mob goon! How stupid can you be?” Your brother said banging his fist on the table.

“No…you’ve got it all wrong.” you replied in disbelief.

“God, you are naive, you know that? How the hell do you think he got so much money so fast? For Christ sake, y/n, he’s dangerous!” Your brother was frustrated by your loyalty to Jack. He wasn’t sure he would be able to sway you in your decision and that frightened him. He paused, running a hand over his face. Then he looked up at you with a pleading expression, his words were soft now. “Have you stopped to think about what kind of life you’ll have with a man like that?”

His words were meant to make you stop and think, but they only stirred your own temper. Patrick had always treated you like a baby and you despised him for never taking you seriously. He didn’t want you to make any decisions on your own and now he was making up lies to ensure you couldn’t marry the man of your dreams. You resolved not to let him take away your happiness.

Looking at your brother with fire in your eyes, you warned, “You don’t know what you’re talking about and I won’t listen to any more lies about my fiancee. Now leave, Patrick!” He stood from his chair with an aggressive push, shaking his head. The only noise before his boots stomped away toward the front door and slammed it shut. You weren’t sure if he would be at your wedding, but you didn’t care. The only person in the world you cared about anymore was Jack.

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Hi, so ive never requested something so i dunno how exactly this works. You told me to give a setting, scenario and to specify fluff or smut if im correct. Okay setting and scenario: at the wedding, maybe it could start before the bride walks to the altar. She could recall the proposal and stuff. Ill leave the details up to you^^ and id say fluff on this one. If you need any other info you can just send me a message.

To Have And To Hold

You approached the double doors of the church, your heart fluttering with each step you took. Your hand lingered nervously against the latch ring handles. The hum of voiced excitement and the delicate, heavenly chords of piano could be heard from within. Your fingers nervously toyed at the meshed tie of your bouquet. A mixed adornment of white and red roses that complimented your dress beautifully. Your bridal gown was alluringly adorned with a sheer, floral, lace bodice that hugged at your gorgeous figure. The ensemble was elegant and timeless, but no matter how exquisite your appearance, your nerves were slowly getting the better of you. Feeling the back of your throat tighten you consciously took a moment to focus upon your breathing.

It seemed like only yesterday Sephiroth had asked you to be his wife. The night of his proposal was a memory you would undoubtedly cherish for the rest of your days.

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For months he had been ordered to stay in Wutai, unknowing as to when he would return. During his absence, the consistent exchange of letters was your only form of communication. Often you would find your fingers running over the cursive black ink of his writing, longing to hear his velvety voice pronounce each sentimental word upon the creased parchment. His long awaited return came in the form of coordinates to a meeting place and a set time. An odd request, but nonetheless if it meant seeing him again, you were willing to travel to the ends of the earth.

You followed his directions to the outskirts of Kalm. Within the distance you could see the homely glow from the quant Tudor stone village. Nearby a scenic babbling brook stood a large oak tree, the branches adorned with string lights that twinkled in tandem with the starlight in the evening sky. Below the low hanging branches was a picnic blanket surrounded by an abundance of warm flickering candles.

As you admired the intimate scenery, the warmth of affectionate arms wrapped around your waist. You recognised it was him instantly from his alluring scent. He pressed his body against your back, hugging you from behind, resting his face upon your shoulder and kissing your cheek.

“My God, how I have missed you.” He breathed heavily.

You quickly turned to face him. Your desperate arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you up into an embrace. Your legs clung tightly around his waist as if to prevent him from ever leaving you again.

“I missed you too. So very much.” You sighed.

He smiled, running his hands through your hair. Being alone with him felt like sanctuary; a refuge where he would protect and cherish you. You felt his steady heartbeat quicken as he lowered you down carefully onto the blanket. He knelt down beside you, balancing upon one knee.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something for quite some time now…” His voice, usually so confident, was replaced with timid uncertainty.

He presented you with a small box, lifting the lid to reveal a beautiful ring, embellished with a glittering black gem. The steady sound of trickling water from the nearby brook became more distant as you lost yourself in the moment. You were speechless, ultimately knowing the question that was to follow.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked.

Without any hesitation, as if on instinct you answered. “Yes!!”

A wide smile divulged his unbridled joy. He shyly lowered his head, his hair obscuring his expression from view. He removed the ring from its box, wrapping his fingers around your left hand as he placed the magnificent gem upon your finger. He held at your hand for a moment more, admiring the ring and everything it symbolised.

“You’ve made me so happy.” He professed, his voice catching at the back of his throat.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

His urgent fingers traced up the length of your arms until they settled at either side of your face. His eager lips asserted their dominance upon your own. With each adoring kiss he professed and vowed to never leave your side again.

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Angeal’s hand rested against your shoulder, bringing you back into the moment.

“Pre-wedding jitters?” He asked.

“You could say that.” You answered, pleased to have his company.

“You have nothing to worry about. Come on.” He smiled, kindly extending his arm, to escort you into the church.

The length of your dress trailed behind you like a flowing river of fine silks. You gripped tightly at the bundle of roses within your hand as you walked through the archway. Noticing your growing unease, Angeal’s grip tightened reassuringly, putting your mind at ease. Ahead of you, a group of fair haired flower girls dressed in ivory lace skittered shyly, dropping fistfuls of flower petals in heaps along the aisle. The rhythmic melody of piano resonated beautifully, echoing throughout the spacious hall.

The quaint, secluded church of the sector five slums was a perfect sanctuary to say your vows. The suggestion for a small, private ceremony came from both Sephiroth and yourself. Eloping from the disparaging criticism of the press and general public was more than preferable. Sephiroth was a renowned hero and an infatuation to many. On more than one occasion you had tangled with the crazed wrath of the Silver Elite fan club. Their envious resentment knew no bounds. It was deemed necessary that only those you both trusted dearly were invited and present.

The small crowd watched you intently as you and Angeal proceeded down the aisle. A lucent beam of daylight shone down from the dilapidated fissure in the roof, drawing attention to the small bed of flowers below. A flock of birds nesting peacefully in the rafters fluttered their feathers, casting winged silhouettes. At the end of the aisle, behind the patch of yellow lilies was a pergola wreathed in flowers and ivy. Below it stood the man of your dreams; your soon to be husband. Zack and Genesis stood proudly at his side watching attentively as you approached.

Sephiroth’s long silver mane had been upswept into a high ponytail. The lengthy strands sweeping over his shoulder, while his shorter bangs framed the narrow features of his handsome face. His black fitted suit jacket and waistcoat accentuated his slim waist line and tall stature. Upon his lapel was a single white rose; a propitious symbol of a new beginning. His eyes widened the moment he saw you. You felt your breath hitch as your gaze locked in that moment. It were as if you were both meeting for the first time. Captivated and enraptured, he offered his hand for you to take. Angeal released your arm, taking his place next to Zack and Genesis. You settled your delicate fingers within Sephiroth’s palm as he pulled you towards him. His sharp eyes bore upon you with deep infatuation. His smile widened, yet there was such a bashful, shy look about him. Despite his smooth, laidback exterior, inwardly you noticed that he was anything but calm. You watched him intently, catching every nuance of his expression.

“You’re beautiful,” were the first words to leave his lips.

Your cheeks warmed with a coy blush. You latched your fingers between his as an expression of thank you just before the officiant began the ceremony.

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“I take thee Y/N, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; we will never part.” Sephiroth vowed with all his sincerity.

Bound together by a love so potent, even death itself would be unable to separate you within the lifestream.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

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