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[lunamoonbby]

Cult!141 x Fem!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT MDNI

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Dark Content, Manipulation, allusions to past abuse very brief not in depth, female reader, swearing, murder, pregnancy, birth, poly relationships, smut, Cult AU, the use of lord in terms to worship, Price being referred to as Father, Slow Burn

If you or a loved one is experiencing abuse, know that there is help, and please help anyone that you know to help them escape from that abuse.

⭐️Author's Note: The religion that the villagers follow is not defined, but it is NOT associated with Christianity, Judaism, Islam, or any other type of religion there is⭐️

Chapter 10: A Forage in the Forest

A/N after a long and overdue wait, here is an update to my cult 141 series. Enjoy

Simon led y/n to the village forest so she could forage some fresh berries for tomorrow's breakfast. While y/n was picking berries, Simon was on the lookout, watching for anything that could harm his lovie. "Oh, some strawberries, oh blueberries, and black berries, red raspberries too, yummy yummy in my tummy." Y/n picking the berries. Simon spotted a berry that had a worm like shape, it was purple with bright blue spots, he was about to eat it until y/n stopped him, "Si-si don't eat that, you could get very sick for 3 days. That's a worm berry we don't eat that." Y/n smacking the berry out of Simons hand. "Here, have this instead." Y/n handing Simon a blueberry.

"Oohh look pomegranates, I should also pick some leaves so Kyle can make a tea out of them." Y/n picking some pomegranates when suddenly both her and Simon heard a noise. It sounded like a baby bear, "Awe what a cute, precious little baby." Y/n said, petting the baby bear. Then Mama bear showed up, "lovie." Simon said cautiously but was ignored, "awe you must be the mama bear." Y/n holding out her hand instead of mama bear attcking y/n, mama bear nuzzled her head against the palm of y/n's hand. "Don't worry, I left plenty of berries for you and your cub, I only picked the amount I needed." Y/n petting both mama bear and baby bear. Just as the bears came, they left. "Thank you for letting me forage in your forest." Y/n waving bye to the bears. "We should go, Simon. I have the perfect amount of berries for tomorrow."

Y/n and Simon walked back to the tavern, so y/n could put the berries in the fridge for the next morning. "You are something else lovie. You just have a way with nature." Simon admiring y/n. "You just have to respect nature and, in return, nature will respect you." Y/n smiling at Simon. "I had a long day. Can you escort me to the church for my nighttime prayers, Simon?" Y/n grabbing Simon's hand. "Of course." Simon escorting y/n to the church. "Oh, we're here, Father Price, I would like to have my nighttime prayers." Y/n called out. "Of course, little birdy, come on." Price taking y/n's hands in his. Father Price and y/n finished their prayers, Simon escorted y/n back to her room. She saw on the door handle a bag that contained food and a note from Johnny and Kyle. "Awe, I have to give them my thanks when I see them." Y/n said, looking at the note. "Thank you for today, Si-si." Y/n hugged Simon. "Of course lovie anything for you, Good night." Simon kissed her temple. Y/n did her night time routine and decided to wear the night dress Kyle got for her. "It's beautiful." Y/n looked at the dress with heart eyes.

Simon made his way back at the church. "Ah, Simon, I trust that y/n is safe?" Price said, looking at Simon. "Yes, she is also eating the food that Johnny and Kyle left on her door. She sends her thanks." "Well I'm glad to hear that. It wasn't tampered, was it?" Kyle concerned. "No, I made sure of it." Simon gruffly said. "Oh lovie found a berry called worms berry, apparently it makes one sick for 3 days, here do with it however you please." Simon handed the worm berry to Kyle. "She really does know her plants." Kyle looking at the worms berry. "Anyways, Janette, William, and Liam are going to have an accident, the town will witness it this time, William will get a table saw blade to the head, Janette and Liam will catch on fire come Tuesday." Simon reported. "Good good, its only a matter of time before y/n comes to me telling me about she fell in love with 4 men, though it might not seem soon enough we just have to keep up with what we're doing, we need our Goddess." John looking outside at the starry night sky.

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[cutiecusp]

Make Up.

Simon Riley watching you as you put on your make up. Tw. Mentions of his mother's trauma.

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"Wha's tha for?"

Putting your brush on the palette, you apply your highlighter. Tilting your cheek to show off the colour.

"Highlights my face, Si. You use it where the light hits your face."

He nods, taking it in.

"What's the sparkly stuff I got you for your birthday?" He asks after a minute.

You pull out some of your make up, a soft smile on your face as you explain your steps, watching him take it all in,a mental note to replenish anything you are low on.

"It's a skill, love. An artist with all that shit." He gruffs, an almost proud smirk on his face.

"It's taken me a long time to figure out what I like. I won't even tell you about thin brows, dream matte mouse or foundation lips." You laugh.

He looks at you, brushing a hair out of your face.

"You are beautiful, you know?" He says softly.

"With all the make up, without it all, I love seeing you do your thing."

You smile, finishing off your face with setting spray, beaming at yourself in the mirror.

"Love you too Simon."

He smiles back and squeezes your hand.

What Simon doesn't tell you is for years he had to watch his mother use make up to cover up bruises and marks, so to watch you be creative and use make up for something positive heals him a little, even if he doesn't know what half the stuff does.

"Love you too, sweetheart." He says instead.

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[elysianightsss]

I BURN FOR YOU | MASTERLIST

Pairing | Duke Simon Riley x reader

Summary | Your parents and Simon’s arrange for the two of you to be betrothed against your will. Simon is away when all of this happens and when he’s back it’s already his wedding day. Your families have agreed if, when the London Season finishes in three months, your feelings remain unchanged for one another, you may separate. Simon never planned on getting married to anyone, and he certainly never planned on falling in love either.

Tags | Regency era au, arranged marriage, Simon being a douchebag, Simon being his grumpy self, panic attack, Simon slowly becoming sweet, smut, virgin reader, butler Johnny, slow burn, fluffy, angst.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Fin

Divider credits - @cafekitsune

Inspired by I Burn For You audio by GEDaudio and Bridgeton

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[mrsparrasblog]

POLY 141 x Reader with postpartum Depression

Okay so I got inspired by a coment oy my POLY141 x pregnant Reader fic from @lunamoonbby

You loved your baby, you really did, so why did you feel like this? You thought you were the worst mom on earth. You should be there for your baby, you should be happy that you finally have your bundle of joy. But instead, you sat there in bed with a crying baby in your arms. 'Why can't you stop crying?' you started to cry just like the baby. You fed it even though your breasts were hurting, you cuddled it, talked with it, changed the diaper—what is it? As if the whole crying situation wasn't enough, you were bleeding like a slaughtered pig. No one tells you about the heavy period you get after birth or how you want to throw up and everything hurts. You can't even get to the toilet properly, and you have four amazing men who overwhelm you, but still, they were amazing while you felt like a piece of shit, undeserving of their love.

Price: He was the first to notice, knocking on your closed door. He was dealing with his own demons and guilt about his infertility, so he felt incredibly selfish that he forgot how you felt. 'You must be completely broken,' he thought. He unlocked the door and instead of talking with you or judging you, he just lifted you gently up, carrying you to the bathroom so he could sit you down in the shower, washing the blood and the tears away. He prepared one of those freezing pads he read about and gave you a heating pad to cuddle.

Johnny: He had seen this before with his sisters and mothers; he knew how hard giving birth is. So he did the logical thing and took the baby from you, telling the others that they should look out for you while he entertained the baby so you could get your well-deserved rest.

Kyle: He was the perfect husband already while you were pregnant, and he never minded going further. So, he prepared your favorite food, sitting next to you in bed and slowly massaging your pain away. He put on your favorite TV show and held you the whole time while you finally could catch sleep, thanks to Johnny and his baby-calming skills.

Ghost: He was surprised. You're the perfect mother, why did you worry? That's his job. In a silent moment, he sat down next to you and waited until you told him everything. He held you while you cried and never complained once. He was strong enough for both of you at the same time. 'You know you're the best mom?' he told you over and over again that what you feel is normal and that you shouldn't feel like a bad mom. 'You're the best mom. You keep Johnny in check, not even Mrs. MacTavish can do that,' and finally, you believed him.

They are doing teamwork to bring you up again. You gave them everything; now it's their time. <3"

[writersdrug]

Tea and Cigarettes

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Baker! Single mom! Reader (WIP)

Summary: Simon stumbles into a bakery one night, searching for aa place to hide himself from his own thoughts. He doesn't expect to see a toddler behind the counter; still, being the decent human being he is, he stays for a tea party. And, fuck, is he glad he did, when he sees her mom walk out from the kitchen.

(based on this idea from @lunamoonbby and written with their permission)

Warnings: cursing, obsessive behavior, kinda shady SImon (don't ever follow reader's behavior, if a man ever walks into your shop and tries to have tea with your daughter pls call 911 or 999 or whatever police line you have, this is all just fantasy hehe), mentions of past cheating

Chapter 1. Tea Party

Chapter 2. Checking In

Chapter 3. Simon's Got a New Hobby

Taglist: OPEN

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

There will be more chapters added as I go along. This won't be a long story, just something fun and cute and quick. I don't plan on writing any smut for this but I'm marking it NSFW MDNI 18+ for now just in case there are topics not fit for minors.

[the-bloody-ruby]

Yan!Baldwin IV X Reincarnation!Reader

✎Summary✐ you got reincarnated as Baldwin's wife.

⚠Warnings⚠ historically inaccurate, sibylla being a bitch, racism?(I don't if it counts as racism btw it has nothing to do with skin color).

✎Note✐ reader is a female in this. Author hates this but decided to post it anyway. This is not the actual historical figure but the figure from KoH movie.

✎Tags✐ @jsprien213 @lunamoonbby @random4137

✎part 1✐✎coming soon✐

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You were in your bedchamber taking a 'nap'.

At least that's what you told the maids in order for them to leave you alone. In reality you were busy thinking of a plan to get money without catching attention.

You can't just borrow money from the treasury. Yes as a queen you do have that authority but borrowing a good amount that will make you live comfortably once you get away will raise many eyebrows and in a court like this any innocent action can be twisted into treason and besides, doing such a mistake is very stupid when you have an enemy like Siyblla.

Yes an enemy. Up till now she has done nothing but hurt you and if you are correct, both of Baldwin and Sibylla weren't on good terms as in Siyblla wanted the throne for herself and her husband.

You don't understand how he tolerates her or guy for that matter but for sure Baldwin has the patience of a saint.

Anyway, you would make a good amount of money if you sell your jewelry, but you will have to do it slowly so no one would suspect anything because it would be weird if half of Queen's jewelry just disappeared out of nowhere and you can't keep getting out of the palace to sell it to jewelers.

You thought of selling clothes but then you remembered that at this time and age they didn't sell already made clothes but rather fabrics and you can't tear off the fabrics of your dresses without damaging them so it will be a big effort for little payment so no.

As you try to secure plan 2, let's work on plan 1.

In order to make good terms with Baldwin, you two have to spend time together. You will try to find an excuse for you two to spend together but you pray for whatever holy being out there that he doesn't refuse you. After all you guys have been married for a year, yes a year since it was recorded that king Baldwin IV and his wife got married in 1180 which was a year ago and you two probably haven't talked much during that time and Baldwin ain't dumb, he will be suspicious if you wanted to spend time with him out of nowhere so you will mention that topic but will not press on it.

In fact you will try now just to test the waters.

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A knock on the door was heard. "Enter." Baldwin's voice was gentle yet loud enough to be heard for the Chamberlain to open the door as the Chamberlain enters and bows down. "Your majesty. the queen is here, she requests an audience. Should I tell her to that you're not available?. Baldwin paused for a solid minute and looked down on his gloved hand before turning back to the Chamberlain. "Let her in." He states as the Chamberlain bows down again before he left the Chamber.

As you come in he sets his quill aside, he looks up at you as you bow down. "Your majesty." You greet him before you look up and stare at him, he signs for you to keep going. "It has come to my attention that we hadn't had proper time together as a married couple despite being married for a year. So may I ask of you to make time for me? Not just as the queen but as your lawful wife." You feel like you went too bold with your last words but if you don't act with boldness you won't change anything in your fate.

His blue eyes stayed locked with yours, god he has to stop doing that.. It's scary especially when he stays quiet as well!..

"...."

It's been 6 minutes and he has been just staring at you, He didn't say anything but you already have took no as an answer so to cut this awkwardness and save yourself from further humiliation you turned around to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?." His words sent a chill down your spine. "Your majesty-" he cuts you off "we're having dinner together, alone, in my chamber. Isn't that what you want?."

Holy moly...

He accepted it! What a good process you're making here y/n!

You couldn't stop yourself from grinning and he noticed that, after all he can notice anything with these watchful eyes of his. He finds that grin of yours enduring for some reason.

Soon after the food came you two started eating in pure silence but for the first time he was the one who broke it up. "I must say that I'm quite surprised that you requested this." You give him a loving smile before replying "your majesty. I have been keeping my distance from everyone but I have decided that I can't keep living like this. I want to be happy, I want to be happy by your side." You aren't exactly lying so it counts as sincere v(￣∇￣)v

"Keep your distance?... Is it because of the court?." Ah so he isn't gonna address the last part? At least you are spared from Embarrassment. "Yes as you know the court does not quite accept me.. But it's okay I'm used to it-" "you don't have to."

"..." You didn't say anything. You also didn't notice till now how close up he is to you, isn't he supposed to keep up distance because he's a leper? Whatever.

"I'm not a tyrant, if anyone bothers you as the king and your husband I will deal with them, even if it was Sibylla." His words seems.. Feels genuine.

"Ah? So even Sibylla's treatment hasn't escaped your watchful eyes?." You say that unconsciously. it earns a chuckle from him, usually it would send a chill down your spine but this time it seems to spread warmth across your chest. "Then better get used to it since I plan on keeping my watchful eyes on you." He mumbles.

"..." You couldn't catch that but decided to ignore it, you don't want to ruin this moment.

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"So she is with him now? Eating dinner together? AND YOU'RE ONLY TELLING ME THIS NOW?!." Sibylla snaps at the poor servant, clearly seeing you get along with her brother doesn't set right with her.

"Y-your highness.. I-i only f-found out moments ago.." The poor thing couldn't help but stutter. "Who do you think you are? Did you forgot your job? Your job is to be my eyes and ears around that filthy Saracen.. I don't accept failures." She said as her hand comes hard at the servant's cheek.

Sibylla looked at the servant, her blue eyes were filled with anger. "I have decided to let you off the hook with a simple red cheek, next time you will pay for your mistake with your life. Get out of my sight." The servant left while shaking like a leaf.

Sibylla groans in annoyance. "This can't go on.. Y/n will become powerful if Baldwin sides with her.. Why can't he just die?.. It doesn't matter, I'll have to be patience.. He has few years left anyways." She sighs before her lips curl up into a mischievous smile. "As for Y/n..I'll deal with her soon.. As the saying goes, crush the viper's head while it's still small."

It was evening yet you were still in Baldwin's chamber. You two had got comfortable with each other for the past hours and had quite the conversations which they were cut by a knock on the door. The Chamberlain entered, he bowed down to you two, as he raises his head, he says "your majesty, her highness princess Sibylla requests an audience." You look at Baldwin as he sighs. "Tell her to come later, I'm busy." His words were firm despite his gentle tone.

The Chamberlain nods as he bows down to Baldwin then to you then he left. "I thought you'd let her in." You commented. "I had my fair share of guy today in court, I have no need for another disturbance at the moment. Besides whatever she has to say can wait for tomorrow, of that I'm sure."

You chuckle at his exhausted tone. "You have the patience of a saint, Baldwin.." You got quite comfortable with him that you didn't even notice that you're calling him by his name which he didn't comment on. He liked it.

On the other hand Sibylla was waiting outside the chamber, her smile never leaving her face till she heard that Baldwin rejected her. "This is starting to get on my nerves.." She muttered under her breath before looking again at the Chamberlain "tell his majesty that I must speak with him, it's important that it can't wait."

The Chamberlain looked hesitate as he repeated his words from earlier "your Highness, the king rejected your request for an audience. He is busy, Please come back later." She glared at him. "Who do think you are? Go tell him what I told you, it's an order!." With that he didn't have a choice but to obey.

The door was opened again as the Chamberlain enters once more. "Your majesty, her highness-" Baldwin glares at him which he took as a 'get out' and left. Few minutes has passed before the doors were pushed open roughly, Sibylla enters and the Chamberlain enters behind her. "Your majesty! I swear I tried to stop her highness but she just pushed me and got in-" Sibylla glared at him as a sign for the Chamberlain to leave the chamber which he did.

Your eyes wondered between the two, both of the siblings stared at each other with these blue eyes that they share. You may have not mastered reading Baldwin's emotions yet you can tell that he's displeased with sibylla's actions.

Sibylla turned her blue eyes from Baldwin's to yours, signing you to leave. As you stood up to leave Baldwin raised his gloved hand (the same way he raised it in the movie in the infamous sence when he raised his hand to silence the crusaders.) as a sign to you to stay here. "If you have anything to say to me, you should say it in front of my wife as well, especially since you don't seem to respect me." His words were cold but his blue eyes were colder.

Sibylla could only scoffs "I hope I didn't interpret you two while you were discussing politics since your wife seems to interested in it. I just hope she isn't trying to get you to give favors for her Saracen people..." Here she goes again..

Baldwin didn't even blink while she kept talking about you, he sighs. "I guess I have to set clear boundaries. First of all y/n has the right to recommend anything she wants, including giving favors to whoever she wants but in the end of the day it's me who can decide on that and I think you know me well enough to know that I don't listen to recommendations only but to reason as well."

Sibylla tried to explain her situation but Baldwin just kept on going. "Second of all y/n is not just my wife, she is your queen and she should be treated as such. Saracen or not you have to show respect as she is in a higher status then you are."

"Lastly. you didn't just disrespect me by busting into my chamber like a madman, you also disrespected my authority in front of my wife and the Chamberlain by refusing my command. You do realize that this is a crime, right?. I will only let you off the hook because you're my sister but remember, I may be patient like a saint as my wife would say but my patience has limits."

The silence was really loud, no one spoke after Baldwin, the atmosphere didn't allow any comments to be made so you kept quiet.

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In the end, sibylla just left without saying a word, leaving you with a displeased king in the chamber. You excused yourself and went to your chamber.

You don't understand, how can sibylla do such mistake? She was never one to act by emotions yet her action was out of anger. I guess she was blinded by anger that she acted out by emotions this time rather then planning her words like she usually would.

Whatever, it's not your fault. What matters that Baldwin defended you so I guess 1 point for y/n and 0 for sibylla.

It sucks to suck. (￣∇￣)

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[whtepony]

𝘼𝘾𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 - k.b (pt.21)

ft. bakugo x fem reader

warnings: none

notes: y’all idk why it’s taken me so long to update but 🫶🏻 ily

casual friend behavior right guys

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[homeofthelonelywriter]

Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 1

(A/N) Aaaaaahhhh, I loved the prompt by @lunamoonbby and I'm so glad they allowed me to write a whole fic about it. Will probably write a second part because this is just too cute!

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: lots of fluff

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

A deep sigh escaped your lips when the door closed behind the last customer. It had been a long and tiring day, your legs had started hurting five hours ago, and all you wanted to do was finish closing the bakery and head home. But there was a lot to do before you could, so you put on some music and got started.

Quietly singing along, you disappeared into the kitchen, where you portioned the cupcake dough you had made earlier into the baking trays and slid them into the oven, setting a time on your phone before you started cleaning. As quickly as possible, you washed all the bowls, whiskers, and anything else that had gotten dirty that day, the thought of your bed ever present in your mind. Once you were done with that, you quickly vacuumed the floor and were about to wipe it, when a familiar sound stopped you.

The bell that hung above the door to the bakery rang out and you cursed at yourself. Had you really forgotten to lock the door after the last customer left? With another sigh, you walked into the salesroom, an annoyed ‘We’re closed’ almost leaving your lips before your eyes fell onto the little girl who had walked in. Her eyes were big and round, shining with unshed tears while her lips trembled.

“Oh dear, are you okay?”

You rushed to her side and knelt down in front of her, reaching out to gently grasp her shoulder.

“I…I l-lost da-daddy.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears began to stream down her cheeks, her little shoulders shaking with every hiccup as she tried to suppress the sobs. Without thinking, you pulled her into a hug, her little fingers immediately curling into the fabric of the shirt you were wearing.

You stayed like that, hugging the little girl until she calmed down a bit, her body still shaking with hiccups. But you pulled away, gently swiping the tears away, as you gave her a reassuring smile.

“It’s going to be okay, we’ll find your daddy, yeah?”

She nodded, though she didn’t seem too confident. Convincing her would take some work.

“Okay, let’s start with your name, hm? Can you tell me that?”

“Mi-Millie.”

Your smile pulled into a grin, that you hoped looked proud.

“Great! Now, what’s your daddy called?”

Millie looked at you, confused.

“Daddy.”

You should’ve expected that answer. After all, she looked to be about four. What four-year-old knew their parent’s actual name?

“Oki dok. Do you know any way I can reach him? His phone number?”

She shook her head, a pout forming on her lips as she glanced at the floor. You hesitated for a second, but you didn’t know what else to do.

“Okay, let me just grab my coat and we’ll go to the police station nearby. I’m sure he would go there to look for you.”

But before you could rise to your feet, Millie reached out and stopped you, a panicked look on her face.

“No! We…We can’t go to the police. They don’t like daddy.”

Her statement confused you, but with the way she looked at you, you couldn’t force her to go either. While you were contemplating what to do, the timer on your phone went off and you got an idea to at least keep her busy until you came up with something. With a smirk, you looked at her.

“Do you like cupcakes?”

Millie looked confused but nodded. You rose to your feet and held out your hand, offering it to her.

“Want to decorate some while we wait for your daddy? You can even decorate one for him.”

A bright smile spread across her lips and you couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She nodded full of enthusiasm, her worries gone for at least the moment. So, after helping her out of her jacket and with her hand in yours, you led her to the kitchen and sat her down on the counter. You were just glad that the kitchen had a window front to the street. That way, if her father came along, he would be able to see her inside.

“Wait here for me, okay?”

She nodded and watched as you carefully pulled the hot trays out of the oven and placed them on a counter, far away from the little girl. You then checked the fridge, to see if there was any buttercream left, but there wasn’t. So you grabbed all the ingredients and walked back to Millie.

“Do you want to help me make some buttercream? We can even color it.”

Her eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously. After you put an oversized apron on her, you showed her a simple buttercream recipe, Millie snacking on it the whole time while you made it. Once it was done, you portioned it into different small bowls.

“What colors do you want?”

“Pink! And purple and blue and green and also yellow.”

You chuckled and nodded, pulling the needed food colors from a shelve. As you slowly placed them with the bowls, Millie reached up and tugged on your sleeve.

“Can we also make some black? Daddy really likes black.”

You again nodded and retrieved the last color. Together, you colored the buttercream, Millie whisking away at the pink one, while you quickly finished the other colors. Once you were both happy, you showed Millie how to put all the different colors she chose into the same pipe, so that it would be a colorful swirl when put onto a cupcake. She watched, her eyes wide and sparkling as if you were showing her how to create magic dust.

Once the cupcakes had cooled enough, you brought three over, one for each of you and one for her dad. While you carefully guided her hands, showing her how to use the pipe, you watched her as she poked her tongue out in concentration. A soft smile spread on your lips as adoration for the little kid overcame you.

Once all three cupcakes had buttercream on them, it was time for sprinkles. Millie of course wanted a lot of sparkles, hearts, and bows. While she was busy combing through the different sprinkle containers you had, you retrieved a large chocolate heart from the fridge. You used it to decorate cakes, but you thought Millie would love it. But for the moment, you decided to hide it, only wanting to reveal it when they were done.

“Did you find something you like?”

Millie nodded, while still looking through the containers.

“Do you have skulls?”

It took you a moment to realize that she was still talking about sprinkles. Once you overcame that initial shock, you nodded and retrieved another box, the one you kept the seasonal sprinkles in. You handed the little girl a container filled with small skulls, pumpkins, and spiders and she smiled.

“Daddy really likes skulls.”

You smiled as you stored that information. Black and skulls and not on good terms with the police. Sounds dangerous.

For the next few minutes, you decorated the cupcakes. For your own, you decided to go with your favorite sprinkles and a bit of glitter. Millie truly overdid her own and her father’s cupcake, but you couldn’t help but smile as you watched her concentrate, trying to find a free spot where one more skull sprinkle would fit.

Just as she found the spot and pressed the white form into the buttercream, the bell above the door rang out again and you could hear fast footsteps approaching. Both you and Millie turned to look toward the door and you couldn’t help but step in front of the little girl, shielding her body with yours. But then you heard it.

“Millie!”

A large man burst through the door, wild eyes finding yours before they jumped to the girl behind you.

“Daddy!”

With a relieved sigh, he fell to his knees, opening his arms as his little girl bolted toward him, almost stumbling over the apron on her way. She crashed into his chest, wrapping her short, little arms around his neck as best as she could. A soft smile tugged on your lips as you watched the duo. His brows were furrowed, but not in an angry way. No, he looked scared and desperate, but at the same time so very relieved.

Not picking up on her dad’s whirlwind of emotion, Millie immediately began talking, telling him all about the cupcakes. The man glanced up at you as his daughter pulled out of his hug and rushed back to the counter. As soon as your eyes met his, you felt a shiver run through you. You couldn’t explain it, but the way he looked at you felt…intimate.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look what we made.”

Millie quickly had his attention again, as the man joined her at the counter, his eyes landing on the cupcakes.

“We made them. There is one for me. And one for you. And one for her!”

He smiled - good god did he look stunning when he smiled - as he watched Millie point out all the details.

“Well done, munchkin. Why don’t you finish up so we can go home, hm?”

Millie nodded, not reacting when he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head before he turned to you. Oozing confidence, he took a few steps toward you, only stopping once he was close enough that you could smell his cologne. Another shiver ran through you at the proximity, as you had to crane your neck to meet his eyes.

“I’m Simon. Thank you for…well, for taking care of her.”

You smiled, and for a moment Simon stopped breathing. The moment he spotted you through the window front he knew you were beautiful, but smiling up at him, you were just stunning, his fingers itching to reach out and feel you against him.

“It was a pleasure.”

Your eyes left his and landed on Millie as she poured more sprinkles onto her cupcake.

“She is amazing. Told me not to go to the police, because they don’t like you.”

You chuckled, expecting him to do the same, but he avoided your eyes as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“She’s not wrong there. I-”

He was interrupted by Millie calling for him. And with an apologetic smile, he joined her at the counter. While the two were busy, you decided to quickly clean whatever you could, the rest you would do the next morning. Once you were done, you grabbed a box and the heart you had hidden, before walking up to the pair. Millie was showing Simon how you had put all the different colors into the piping bag, as he reacted with ‘ohs’ and ahs’ at exactly the right moments. You smiled as you watched, quickly catching Simon’s attention, as he glanced at you with a crooked grin.

“Millie?”

The little girl stopped and looked up at her dad, who gently motioned toward you. As soon as she saw the heart you were holding on a napkin, she started bouncing with excitement. Carefully, you handed it to her and watched as she stuck it into the buttercream on her cupcake, a big grin on her face.

After a few moments of her admiring it, you convinced her to let you box up the cupcakes, so she could leave with her father. While you did that, Simon carried his daughter to the sink, where he helped her wash her hands, before he dried them for her. With the box, you met them in the salesroom, where Simon was helping his daughter into her jacket. You knelt down and carefully handed the box to her.

“Don’t drop it, okay?”

She nodded and grinned, watching as you rose back to your feet. Simon was standing beside her, his wallet in his hands. Before he could say anything, you shook your head.

“No, it’s fine, really.”

“But-”

“I insist. It was a pleasure to spend time with your daughter.”

He smiled, and before you could protest, he shoved a few notes into the tip jar on the counter. You inhaled, ready to protest, but when you looked at him, you knew that it was futile, so you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you.”

The intensity of his gaze was too much, and you quickly found yourself glancing at the floor, jumping slightly as you felt his lips press to your temple.

“Thank you for taking care of her.”

He pulled back and you glanced up. Simon easily picked Millie up, before bidding you goodbye and walking out of your bakery. Millie waved at you the whole time until they were out of sight. A soft smile spread across your lips, as you turned towards the corner, curiously pulling out the tip Simon had left you. But when you counted the bills, you couldn’t believe it. You counted them three more times, before accepting the fact that he had left you $300.

But what caught your attention even more, was a black business card in the middle of the folded notes.

Simon Riley.

Simon.

Riley.

Riley.

Riley.

Riley!

A gasp left your mouth as you realized who you had just dealt with. Simon Riley, the local mafia boss, feared by everyone, hunted by the police. No wonder Millie didn’t want you to go to the police. As you continued to stare at the card, a shiver ran through you, wondering if you’d see the mafia boss again.

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Lorelei — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Part III

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''Si?'' You ask softly as you see the brooding figure on the doorframe. He's standing so still you would think it's a cardboard cutout, though the way his chest moves up and down gives him away. He doesn't say anything, simply walks up to you slowly, footsteps oddly quiet for someone his size.

You do nothing but sit up in bed slowly, looking at the familiar figure crouch down next to your bed, the black balaclava still on. You barely manage to see his eyes before he looks down, though you can recognize that haunted look in his eyes easily.

''What happened?'' You ask softly, hand on the back of his masked head as he rests his head on your lap. You see him take a few deep breaths, trying to hold himself together.

''Johnny's gone.'' Is all he can manage to say, voice raspy and weak. You've seen Simon lose comrades throughout the years, but Soap was a brother to him. He was the closest thing to Tommy he ever had, and losing a brother again felt like having his heart ripped out a second time. You hold him closer, hands applying light pressure on his back and he gets the message, climbing in bed with you. It's dark— you can't even see anything other than his outline, but you can feel him.

''I'm sorry, Simon.'' He stays quiet, simply allowing you to hold him close, his masked face seeking shelter on your warm chest, your hand running up and down his back while you console him. He removes his mask, knowing he never has to cover up around you, the feeling of the warm skin of your chest on his face slowly grounding him. You rock him gently, planting a soft kiss on his short hair,

''I'm here.'' He nods weakly, arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you as close to him as possible, fitting so perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. Despite the heartbreak from when he left, your pride is put aside to care for him, holding him in the same motherly way you held your baby when she was born.

''I'm sorry.'' He doesn't have to specify; you know what he's talking about.

''It's okay.'' You both know it's far from okay, but you push it to the back of your mind, for now.

''She awake?'' You shake your head, mumbling a small ''mm-mm'' in reply. He nods, arms wrapping tighter around you. The last thing he wanted was to wake up his little girl, always making sure he was being quiet as Ghost, despite being Simon as soon as he stepped into your house.

After years of knowing Simon— yes, Simon Riley, before he became Ghost, you know better than to ask what happened or press for details. You were there when he lost his family, watching him become Ghost, and you supported him along the way. This isn't any different. The night is spent with both of you holding each other, limbs intertwined. You don't even notice when you start drifting off, head slowly leaning back to the side and eyes growing heavier, though you don't fight it, the mass on top of you heavy and warm enough to feel like a second blanket.

''Hey, big guy.'' You greet tiredly, fingers running through his short blond hair as he looks up at you. The whites of his eyes are now red, veins painfully visible, and it's just a confirmation that he didn't sleep at all, simply focusing on watching you in your sleep and being too into his own head.

''Let me take care of you. I'll be here till you're right, Simon.''

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Our Narrative

Pairing: Bakugou x Midoriya!sister

Warnings: Cheating, angst,

Word Count: 1300+

A/N: Just a little something.

Summary: IS THIS THE END TO JAPAN'S FAVOURITE HERO COUPLE? What happens when a certain blonde hero cheats on his loyal girlfriend of 10 years?

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There's a few things Midoriya knows with certainty, for starters his sister y/n loved Bakugou and Bakugou loved his sister. It all started way back in the early days when they had all rescued Bakugou from the league of villains.  They both caught Midoriya's eyes more, he watched the little glances, the holding, the jokes, cooking, interactions, they had turned into Midoriya’s secret little project. 

He saw Bakugou’s softer side and saw y/n’s stronger confident side. It thrilled Midoriya more and more. So once they graduated and finally announced to the group they were in fact dating, he couldn’t be more happy. His notebooks disappeared into the background. His case study was over. 

Midoriya didn’t know when it all fell apart, years had gone by, the couple were celebrating 10 years together. They lived together, had an agency together and were soon to get married, Then the article broke. 

IS THIS THE END TO JAPAN'S FAVOURITE HERO COUPLE? 

Midoriya could see it as plain as day, Bakugou was photographed kissing some new and upcoming hero inside the restaurant he had proposed to you in. The photos showed a story of hurt and betrayal, the next showed him leaving the restaurant with her tucked under his arm. The next he is confronted with y/n outside looking at them. The next is of y/n slapping Bakugou and then the next Bakugou all alone. The article goes into details of what had been heard of the argument outside. It followed on by telling the events of what happened since these photos. Of his sister resigning as a pro-hero, giving up on her dream. 

Many in the group tried to get the pair to talk, not just to each other but someone else. Even Kirishima couldn’t get Bakugou to talk about it, to explain himself. He would only explode them away, and if anyone said anything he would follow up with, “You know nothing, don’t comment on something you have no idea about.” 

Midroiya couldn’t even get y/n to open up, the first few times to her house, she would not open the door and one of the last times when Midroiya got past the door the place was empty. Y/n simply hugged him, “I need to leave Zuzu, look out for him would you, don’t try to find me, I’ll be okay, I just need to get away, I’ll contact you.”

Since that day, Midoriya has not seen you, the only way he knows that you are alive is for the birthday card he received each year and a postcard every now and again. He has 5 birthday cards from you, no return address. He knows you’re by the ocean though, as one year there was sand on his card by accident. To this day no one knows what happened, and what went wrong. Midoriya finds himself looking over all the old notebooks of your early days being together to look for signs that Bakugou could or would cheat. But he can’t find anything, this story makes no sense. 

Midoriya was at the hero commissions meeting with other heroes, debriefing for a huge case they were all working together on. Denki, Sero. Kirishima, Iida were all added to the team recently, whereas Bakugou and Midoriya had been working for months on this with their informant Stardust. There was an illegal fighting ring setup that was using quirk enhancers on small children and training them until they were teens and then making the fight to the death. 

Midoriya thought of you often and hoped one day you would return or that you have a family and have found happiness by the beach. Midoriya thinks of how Bakugou feels as he looks at him across the table, since you left he has not been with anything, his rating took a massive drop. Even was knocked out of the top10 by what had happened but over the 5 years he has fought his way back up to the top5. All the anger, hurt and disgust that was being thrown at him for what he did to y/n, he took it all, and never said a word back. 

“Okay team, we’re a go.” Bakugou announced and stood up from the table leaving the room, the rest followed. As they left, Kirishima came bouncing over to Midoriya throwing an arm around him. “Man Bakugou’s ever so uptight today huh?” 

“Isn’t he always like this Kirishima?”

“Well, yes and no, today he’s off you know, just thought I'd ask in case you knew of something, oh well, good to see you though Deku.” Kirishima let him go and left the room. 

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Within the hour all heroes descended upon the hideout, they had broken through the barricade and some off the team pulled back to hero the police to make arrests. Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou and Midoriya all pushed on forward, finding a stairway to the basements Bakugou tried the door but it was locked. Pulling at the door like a mad man, cursing and eventually exploding it the three looked at each other, “Jeez man, calm down.” Denki says, and goes to put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder which he dodges, “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN.” 

Midoriya’s earpiece went off, informing him that all the kids had been found and accounted for and everyone was being called back, he told the group. Bakugou took one look at Midoriya and bolted down the stairs. Everyone ran after him, “Come on man, we have to turn back, we have orders.” Kirishima called after him. “Fuck the order, we need to get stardust, we promised.” Bakugou shouted. “Stardust? Who’s stardust?” Denki shouts, trying to catch up.

 “The informated, but we don’t know they’re here though Kat.” Midoriya shouts, Bakugou comes to a quick stop and looks Midoriya dead straight into the eyes, he’s not seen this frantic, scared side before but knows he must help his friend. “Okay come on guys, let’s get them.” Midoriya says and takes off running. 

Coming to the end of the hall, and another locked door. Bakugou takes no time to explode and fall into the room. Midoriya steps in after Bakugou, and all he sees is his friend throwing himself around someone, and pulling them into a hug. The sounds of two people crying fills the room, Denki, Kirishima and Midoriya all just stand awkwardly looking at the two not really sure as to what is happening. The pair pull away from each other slightly, Bakugou reaching for something hidden within his uniform, he pulls a chain out from around his neck and a gold ring shines against the dull lights. The person's hand is held out and the ring placed on their finger. Bakugou looks over his shoulder at the heroes and says something to the person who peers out around Bakugou. 

It's his sister, it’s y/n. Midoriya is frozen, tears in his eyes and takes a step forward. Your eyes meet his and you start to cry again. Bakugou stands and helps you up too. You’ve changed, your hair is a different colour, your skin more pale, the clothes on your body are all but falling off. 

Midoriya takes a step towards you, but Kirishims stops him. “What the hell is going on, y/n you’re working for these villains scum now? WHAT HAPPENED! GUYS GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER” He shouted, Bakugou stepped in front of you. “Watch HOW YOU SPEAK TO MY WIFE EIJIROU.” 

“YOUR WIFE, SINCE WHEN.” Denki chimes in. 

“We never split up, I never cheated,  Y/n has been our informant, and we got married in secret.” Bakugou says and takes your hand in his. “I’m really sorry Zuzu, Kiri, denks, I didn't have a choice, the kids needed help.” You say. 

Everyone takes a breath, and Kirishima starts to cry. “I'M SO HAPPY YOUR MARRIED AND BROSKI ISN'T A CHEATER, CAUSE THAT’S REALLY NOT MANLY.” the redhead makes his way over to the two and wraps them up in a hug. Bakugou pushes him off them, and as soon as it’s clear Midoriya wraps his arms around his sister. “Thank god you're okay,” He whispers to you, “Back at you freckles.” You say, hugging him tight. 

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Be mine, valentine?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

tw. established relationship, fluff, Simon not understanding Valentines, a kiss or two.

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"Wha' dya mean i have to ask?" Simon asks Gaz blankly. They were picking up dinner for the group when he saw Gaz look at the valentines day stock, a sea of pinks and reds. Soap making his way over to the cards and gift wrap, a smirk on his face.

Gaz laughs, picking up a plushie putting it in the trolley, before making his way through the candles.

"You have to ask her to be your valentine, Ghost. Just because you are together, it doesn't mean-"

"Aye, means anyone could ask her..." Soap returns, card in hand.

"Even me, think she likes candles?" Gaz murmured, a little loudly for Ghost to get the point.

"She's my girlfriend, Gaz, think she would know she's my woman." Ghost grumbles, but starts thinking about your favourite treats, looking over at the stand.

"Why do you have so much stuff? You only have your birdie at home." Ghost eyes Gaz's stash.

"Well there's my wife, my mum, my sisters..." He continues, picking out matching baskets, before raising an eyebrow.

"Wait, you've never done valentines before?"

Ghost shrugs.

"Got her flowers before."

Soap laughs, a booming laugh that startles the other shoppers.

"From the garage, Gaz. The garage."

Gaz joins in on the laughter, before grabbing a basket and thrusting it in Ghosts hands.

"Get her things you know she would like, candles, snacks, chocolates, and for the love of god, WRITE IN THE DAMN CARD." He advises, a smile still on his face.

"Might add another basket to my trolley, show your woman some love." Gaz teases, ignoring the glare from the masked man.

A few days later, Ghost surprises you with a little basket, filled with your favourite treats, a jumper you had been eyeing up, a skeleton plush, and a mug with your favourite teabags inside.

"Will you be my valentine, love?" He asks gruffly, cheeks red under the mask.

You throw your arms around him, peppering his face with kisses before puling down his mask and planting one on his lips.

"Never thought you'd ask!" You laugh, nodding.

Wrapping you up in his arms, he breathes you in, before his gaze flickers to a familiar basket on the dining room table, with a bow to match, and a card placed hapzardly on top.

"Those fuckers." He thinks to himself, smirking under the mask, secretly pleased his sweetheart had won his teammates over.

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[lilliumrorum]

A little Sweetness to my Sour. (First encounter)

Synopsis: The man who appeared the most intimidating turned out to be the unexpected source of brightness in your day.

CW/Content Warnings: MDNI! Swearing, nothing else just fluff!!!!

WC: 2k

Notes: Loosely based off of @lunamoonbby's post

The day was dragging on, compounded by a surge of customers leaving due to delays in preparing new batches. Behind the bakery's delightful facade of mouthwatering aromas and delectable treats, you were crafting them on your own and in the kitchen there was constant motion. The demand for the bakery's artisanal delights had surged to unprecedented levels, leaving you to toil tirelessly day and night. Flour dust dances in the air as ovens hum a constant melody, and the rhythmic sound of mixers working overtime echo throughout the cramped kitchen.

The exhaustion is etched on your face, yet your commitment to delivering freshly baked goods prevails. Despite the challenges of being overwhelmed and the strain on resources, the bakery remained a beloved institution, a testament to the hard work and passion you had, determined to satisfy the insatiable cravings of your loyal customers. In the midst of it, one customer in particular vented his frustration directly at you, screaming 'Hurry up bitch' as your daughter witnessed the scene. Her innate protectiveness surfaced.

“Don’t you dare yell at my mommy!” your daughter exclaimed with a fervent tone, defending her mother from any perceived injustice.

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, you evil little twat!” The customer's offensive remarks only intensified as he walked out. It took every bone in your body not to chase after him and beat him with your rolling pin.

It was hard enough to protect your kids from the darkness of the world on your own, especially since their dad left upon hearing about the third pregnancy.

It took what felt like an eternity to soothe her and her baby siblings, surrounded by a bustling crowd, and amid the sea of people, you earnestly attempted to lift her spirits. The words that had been shouted at your girl poked at your mind, only making you more upset, tempting you to pursue the source of the disrespect. Instead, you gestured towards the adorable kiddie bakery you had set up just for her. Like magic, her attention swiftly diverted to the charming mini coffee machine, and a radiant smile graced her face. In that moment, the whimsical allure of the kiddie bakery became a beacon of joy, successfully replacing the distress with the simple pleasures that brought delight to your precious child.

As the minutes ticked away, your anticipation swelled, eagerly awaiting the moment to close the shop and embrace precious moments with your children. The thought of leaving the demanding day behind and immersing yourself in the warmth of your shared time fueled your excitement. The prospect of creating cherished memories with your kids provided a comforting beacon at the end of a challenging workday, infusing you with a renewed sense of joy and purpose.

“Look mama! I’m just like you!” She giggled, waving a miniature coffee cup in her hand.

“Uh huh! Just like mommy, Lilly! Now let me take this nice customer’s order!”

You turned back to the older woman, smiling at her to signal that you were ready for her.

“Where is their father?” Her tone becoming more nasal.

You were speechless.

Who asks that kind of question? In public too? Who was this woman and what the hell did it matter where the father was?

She needs to mind her own business and get out of your store.

Her wrinkled face was a canvas of disdain, each furrow and line expressing a clear distaste. As she shook her head, the movement stirred her shorter cut hair, accentuating the palpable sense of disapproval that seemed to emanate from her presence.

Observing the unraveling state of her knitted turtleneck, you couldn't help but surmise that even her cat must harbor some disdain towards her. Almost every string had been pulled loose, leaving a visible mark of feline mischief on the once neatly adorned garment. The woman accompanying her, evidently embarrassed by her, made a sincere attempt to apologize for her antics, but her efforts were promptly cut off by an abrupt interruption.

“Child out of wedlock, I assume? C’mon Henrietta. We will not support such sinful conduct.” The snotty woman proclaimed.

Humiliation spread throughout your body as you took in what just happened. She strut away, dragging Henrietta behind her. You still sat in shock, the little bell above the door being the only thing to summon you back to reality. Thank god there were only two people there.

“Don’t listen to her, you’re doing great mom!” A compassionate woman in the vicinity cheered, and her warmth resonated with you.

In response, you offered her a grateful smile, silently resolving to express your appreciation in a tangible way. You made a mental note to make her next order complimentary and to bake some additional cookie brownies as a special gesture of thanks during her future visits.

“Hey, they could even bake like you! Look at her!” Her friend said, pointing at Lilly.

As those customers walked out, a sense of weariness settled in, prompting your decision to close up shop. Retrieving bank bags and beginning to write the deposit, you reflected on the contrasting dynamics of Manchester compared to the city you called home. In this new setting, you encountered a diverse array of patrons—some kind, others eccentric, and a few downright rude. Today had been marked by not just one, but two unpleasant incidents, causing you to reconsider bringing your child to the shop.

The challenging moments made you question the idea of having your little one around, but the lack of alternatives and financial constraints left you with no other choice. The complexities of managing both a business and parenting in this environment weighed heavily on your shoulders.

Seeking solace in music, you reached for your phone and shuffled through your playlist. The familiar tunes began to play, and you found yourself humming along with the lyrics, the melody providing a comforting backdrop to the routine task of pulling out the cash drawer. The rhythmic motions and the soundtrack of your choice served as a brief break, temporarily easing the strains of the challenging day and bringing a touch of familiarity to the closing ritual.

“Ooh I know this song mommy! I wanna dance! Dance!” She hopped up and down, waiting for you to come to her side of the counter.

“Okay, but After I dance with you I have to finish work so we can go home.” You softly agreed, coming out from your workspace.

“Yay!” With an exuberant cheer, she quickly seized your hands, initiating a playful run in a circular motion to twirl you around in a slightly uneven dance.

Feeling the rush of excitement, you couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed your hands and started spinning you around in a slightly asymmetrical circle. The world blurred around you, and the joyous atmosphere filled the air. Her laughter mixed with yours, creating a symphony of happiness. The action became a memory etched with the warmth of shared joy and carefree spontaneity. As you spun, you couldn't help but appreciate the simple beauty of the memory formed through a spontaneous dance.

You picked her up, assisting her efforts by spinning you both around as best as you could manage. She reached for the ground and you set her down, grabbing one of her little fingers to ‘spin her like a princess’, something she loved so much.

“You remind me of a princess, mama.”

“Oh honey, I can’t be a princess, you’re the princess. Do you know what that makes me?”

“A queen!” She shouted, excitement painted all over her face.

“That’s right! Now I’m going back to work, okay?”

“But mamaaaaa-”

“I’ll bring us home some cupcakes!”

“Pinky promise?” She held out her chubby hand, pinky pointing toward you.

“Pinky promise.” you locked pinkies with her before quickly making your way back behind the counter.

Wrapping up for the night proved to be straightforward, with all figures aligning precisely as expected during the closing process. The register reading provided a clear overview, leaving you satisfied with the financial aspects. However, the impending challenge lay in the cleaning tasks that awaited, constituting the only demanding aspect of the night's conclusion. Ammonia and bleach started to waft through your air system, delivering a sickly sour smell. The mop was obviously beat, but you continued to use it, keeping the mindset that every time something becomes slightly inconvenient you wouldn’t blow money on it.

The task of mopping the floor seemed to stretch on indefinitely, especially behind the counter where the process took longer. Lost in thought, you had overlooked sweeping up the powder. Shaking off the distraction, you headed into the kitchen and then to the back to retrieve the broom.

“And your total is- a hundred pounds!”

Your daughter's excited shouts resonated from her kiddie bakery, and initially, you assumed she was merely chatting with her siblings, who both sat on the floor by her or an imaginary friend. However, the moment took an unexpected turn when a deep, raspy voice chimed in, catching you off guard. You rushed out from the back of the store, terrified for your daughter's safety.

“For a black coffee? ‘S it that good? I’ll take a sugar cookie too.”

"Then that will be one hundred and fifty!”

The man was clad in a black balaclava adorned with a skull, and he wore a complete military-style uniform from head to toe. Your curiosity piqued as you wondered about his presence, considering the place was closed. His hand dug into his pocket and whipped out a worn wallet, handing her three hundred.

"'ere, for all the trouble. Do y'know where the workers are?"

"Mommy is right there!" She pointed at you excitedly, staring at the wad of money in her tiny hands.

Rising from his knees with a grunt, he approached you, and the intensity of his gaze was enough to send a shiver down your spine. As he reached the counter, you couldn't help but notice the sheer size of the man. His arms were robust, layered with muscle, with a hint of fat softening the edges, but the overall impression was one of burly strength.

"I'm so sorry sir, but how did you get in here? We've been closed."

And at that moment you noticed the sign on the door, still flipped over to the side where customers would read 'open'. The discrepancy between the closed establishment and the sign's misleading message added an extra layer of embarrassment to the conversation.

"'Said opened. Door wasn't locked." He grunted, still staring at you with those powerful brown eyes.

"Well, I'll get you your order free of charge. I'm so sorry sir, I thought I had flipped it!"

"No' a problem. Black coffee, no sugar or anythin' like that." He turned his nose up visibly under his mask when he said sugar, as if sweetening coffee were disgusting.

"Absolutely! Lilly, baby, give the nice man his money back please."

Lilly's expression fell, a touch of sullenness crossing her face as she gazed at you with puppy dog eyes, silently conveying disappointment.

"Don' need it. Make 'er save it for college. All three yours?"

"What?"

"The kids."

"Oh, yeah. That's Lilly, my little baker in training," you say gently, pointing at your four-year-old. The pride in your voice reflects the joy of introducing your young one's budding skills in the world of baking.

"That's Arthur, my two-year-old," you remark, gesturing toward the baby wearing a diaper and a blue-and-white striped shirt, running in circles before finally settling down.

"And that's Missy, the youngest," you say, pointing at the infant. The little one adds a tender touch to the family scene, completing the trio of your adorable children.

He grunts, a hint of amusement in his expression, observing you as you bounce back and forth in the kitchen, diligently ensuring all ovens are turned off. As you return to the counter, you have his black coffee ready in hand, a seamless blend of hospitality and efficiency.

"Thanks."

"Of course. Come back tomorrow! I can make you some sweets!" you suggested.

"But your sign said closed on weekends."

"I'll be doing stock, I can open up just for you."

You swore you saw his eyes crinkle behind that mask.

"Alright. See you then." And just as quietly as he came, he left. The promise of a personalized visit seemed to bring a subtle warmth to the mysterious man's departure.

For the first time in a while, you were excited to open up early.

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[pinkslaystation]

Gaming with König

something short to break the writers block :P

With exams finally finishing, you find yourself slouched against your desk chair, eyes glued to the screen in front.

"Liebling...c'mon let's talk..."

König mumbles, walking into the room. With your finals done, and him on a break, he just wants to spend time with his lover, but instead your attention is devoted to your video games.

"Hmm...5 more minutes..." You grumble out, clicking aggressively to shoot the enemy team.

"Baby, you've been playing for so long..." He tugs at your hoodie, forcing you to fix your posture and sit up straight.

You groan his words, realising your character had died. You turn to König, an idea popping into your head.

"For a sniper, you're quite bad at shooting long distance...oh wait, you're not-"

"Scheisse." König blurts out, the character now frantically running around, taking some damage from a bullet shot. "This mouse is faulty, schtaz..."

Snorting at his words, you lean into the crook of his neck, "Come on, Colonel, you bought it for me for christm-"

"Was zur Hölle- [what in the hell] Schatz! I hate this game." He screams, sitting up straight again, incidentally shoving you away. "When's the next round."

You laugh at his tantrum, massaging his tense shoulders.

"How about I take you with me for the next mission and I'll show you some real shooting, hm?" He suggests, rubbing his temples.

"I dunno babe, given the way you play, I might not come home alive-"

"Schatzi, please." He interrupts, turning to face you with a strict expression, "...the games starting again."

The next few rounds were very hectic, consisting of König screaming at his teammates with the mic on (which definitely led to your account being reported), and then König almost raising his voice at you.

"Why's the gun on the floor?!"

"Kö, you dropped it-"

"How do I pick it up?!"

"Babe, clic-"

"Who's behind me aAaAah-"

"König! Stop-"

Ultimately, the game ended with a disappointing score of 1 - 13, and a few new nail marks imprinted onto the desk where König has gripped out of irritation.

"That was a good game, I see why you like it Schnuki."

You hum in response, inquisitively picking up a random button that had be torn apart from your keyboard - the space bar, amidst König's shooting spams.

He gets up and pats your back, heading to the kitchen to prepare some dinner for the both of you, "Same time tomorrow?"

holy shit exam season is finally over and i'm so bored lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum, @kxtz3, @poohkie90, @rainlovesyou12, @restrictionsapply-blog, @lunamoonbby, @nigthmar3moon, @thychuvaluswife , @itsnourm, @bubusi11, @chessecakelover, @owkittie, @cheomain, @corvusmorte, @k4es, @mandythemint, @copiasratscheese, @yyiikes, @funkyysho3es