#running out of time...~ 🌑

[tim3-fl1es]

History has its eyes on you

A greek mythology rp blog

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Information:

For some strange reason, Kronos refused my advances for an interview with him. So because of that, I'll just have to write what I know about him.

The Titan Kronos has spent Eons dormant and angry. Yes, maybe it was his fault for swallowing his children whole. But he never tried to hit them! That made him a good father in most people's history books, right?

Slowly, the more people learnt about him, the more history classes who uttered his name, the more he rebuilt. Maybe he isn't at full power. Maybe this isn't where he wants to be right now. But that doesn't matter. His children will pay for what they'd done to him. They'll learn one way or another.

Tags:

Who lives who dies who tells your story...~ ⏳️ (asks)

When i'm king...~ ⚜️ (Kronos)

Running out of time...~ 🌑 (His children)

Roll or die rolling...~ ♟️ (when he's... just being. Piece of shit)

Always an angel...~ 🎭 (fluff)

I may not live to see our glory...~ 🎲 (angst)

People he knows:

@hera-of-peacocks - "my favorite daughter. Though, probably the only daughter who wouldn't beat me to a pulp if she saw me. So I suppose it's not tough competition."

@lightning-wielder - "killhimkillhimkillhimkillhi-"

@please-dont-eat-my-children - "My beautiful Rhea. No mortal, Titan, giant, nor god can ever compare to her."

[tim3-fl1es]

"Careful with the knife, Goddess!" The voice laughed. The threat she made almost made him smile. It seems his favorite daughter learnt a thing or two from her dear old father. He didn't come closer, it was too much of a risk. He couldn't allow his physical form to be injured, or that would push back all of the progress he had made.

"I'm not here to hurt you, I just thought you could use some..." his voice trailed off as his body became visible. The Titan smiled. You know, the sort of smile in which you can't fully tell if it's sincere or not. "...fatherly advice."

"Queen Hera..." a voice whispered through the room in which Hera resided. The voice obviously belonged to a man, but there was nothing that could come to mind. The room was completely empty aside from Hera herself. Whoever could be attempting to commune with her? The voice crept closer.

"What has happened? You look like an absolute... what's the word? Travesty?" You could practically hear the smile in the unclaimed person's voice? "I promise you, I don't bite."

"... Zeus? Is that you?" Her eyes flicked around, pushing herself closer to the wall. A shiver ran down her spine. The voice was familiar, for some reason. "I swear, Hermes, if this is your doing, I will fry your bloody wings-" She reached for a knife, which she kept on her night stand. "- and eat them." -🦚

[balo-badartist]

Husband

[wip snippet again] Finished piece here:

Started out as a warm up portrait on Friday but then I drew his shoulders, and then his chest, why not figure out the arms and the hands too and then the legs took me the longest and now it's just straight up a full body illustration of the man. And I literally have 13 other Legend of Zelda WIP's waiting for me to finish ;v; Born to make finished artwork, forced to make an endless stream of WIP’s. No attention span having- not even a modicum of self control to be seen

[bridehall-if]

--The hungry mouth of Bridehall Manor lets out its clarion call. You have been compelled to answer.

DEMO OUT NOW!

You play as the youngest child of the Simonson family, born out of infidelity-- a perfect Victorian scandal. Due to your unfortunate birth circumstances, your parents have decided to send you away to take up a position as household manager at the remote Bridehall Manor after the previous one's untimely (and altogether strange) passing. You expect your time in the mansion in the Catskills of New York to be uneventful and isolating.

You'd be wrong.

The longer you stay at Bridehall, the more secrets you find hidden behind its mahogany doors, beneath its ornate wallpaper, under its rich hardwood floors, and especially within the denizens of the house themselves.

Just be careful not to drown in the deep, deep black of its shadows.

+ Customize your MC-- what's their attitude towards society? How do they feel about working at Bridehall? What are their thoughts on the supernatural?

+ Also, choose your gender,* interests, personality, name, and more.

+ Discover more about the (troubling) history of Bridehall and the people that have lived in it.

+ Experience the world's most uncomfortable carriage ride.

+ Romance 1 of 5 ROs-- the matriarch, the minister-in-training, the runner-up, the major, or the phantom.

+ Befriend those who live there, or make enemies. Connection is a fragile thing, especially in a place like Bridehall.

+ Blood sacrifices! If you're into that sort of thing.

TW: Gore (not extremely descriptive), mentions of infidelity, violence, brief suggestive content, mentions of animal death, mentions of drug use. This IF is recommended for those 16+

================================================*Disclaimer: Because this IF is inspired by the 1880s, gender roles are still sort of a thing. There is an option to play as femme/masc non-binary, but based on your presentation, that affects how you are treated in society and some additional world aspects. However, there will not be any transphobia/intentional misgendering in this IF. It's just not something I want to write. I'm not non-binary myself, so I'm very open to suggestions on things to change relating to this topic.

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🌑Harriet Margrave -- the matriarch -- (she/her) {FMCs only}

| Assured. Respectable. Intimidating. The wife of Amos Margrave, although she doesn't like it when people bring it up. She runs the house, some might say with an iron fist. She seems to have taken a dangerous liking to you.

| However, beneath her strong, cool exterior, she's not all that she seems-- you catch glimpses of something dark and curious lurking. It's up to you to decide whether it should never see the light of day or, perhaps, to be consumed entirely by it.

| Harriet is in her late 40s, with ash brown hair always kept in a neat, complex updo and deep blue eyes that shift with tones of green in different lights. She has a light but rosy complexion and stands at around 5'7. She tends to wear a lot of black, as if she's in perpetual mourning, although she doesn't mind an occasional blue accent.

"Low and deep Spake in mine ear her voice: "And didst thou dream, This could be buried? This could be sleep? And love be thrall to death! Nay, whatso seem, Have faith, dear heart; this is the thing that is!" Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss." -- snippet of Assurance (1887) by Emma Lazarus

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🌒Ansel Margrave -- the minister-in-training -- (he/him)

| Flighty. Devout. Gentle. A hopeful future Methodist minister, he's recently been plagued by supernatural visions (or so he says,) and your arrival and the circumstances surrounding it do nothing to calm his worries. You may be able to reassure him otherwise.

| As you get to know him, he may reveal that he has far better reasons to be afraid than you might think. Will you walk with him through his troubles, or leave him to wander the solemn corridors of Bridehall on his own?

| Ansel is in his early 20s, and he looks much like his mother with his ashy brown hair and pale complexion, although due to its lack of rosiness it sometimes borders on ghostly. He'd like to dress more vibrantly but fears reprisal from his clerical peers, thus, he usually sticks to muted greens and browns. He stands at around 5'9, and wears spectacles.

"In solitude profound, As shadows fall, what memories, Thick as dew-drops on sun-risen meadows Troop around thee!" -- snippet of Night In Egypt (1880) by George Vaughan

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🌓Cecil/ia Blumenthal -- the runner-up -- (gender selectable, he/him or she/her)

| Independent. Scrappy. Creative. C's been working at Bridehall for practically their whole life, climbing the ranks until they could finally reach the position of head butler/housekeeper they deserved-- until you came along. In their eyes, you have everything you want on a silver platter, and how much work have you done to get it? None. In short, they've got a real bone to pick with you. Will you play into the feud, or maybe try to change their feelings? Honestly, best of luck on that one.

| Because of how long they've been at Bridehall, C knows more about its history and secrets than they let on. Much, much more.

| C is in their mid-20's, with shiny brown curls that F!C keeps in an artfully rushed bun and M!C keeps just a bit too long. They have coffee-brown eyes and warm, tanned skin dotted with freckles. They stand at 5'6. They prefer to dress for convenience rather than style, but they always wear a tarnished silver brooch in the shape of a bird-- F!C pins it to her collar, while M!C pins it to his lapel.

"I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Til it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine." -- snippet of A Poison Tree (1794) by William Blake

================================================🌔 Marshall Ward -- the major -- (he/they)

| Outgoing. Empathetic. Perfectionist. A new arrival at Bridehall like you, he's an old family friend of the Margraves who plans to stay for the autumn. He's the perfect picture of polite society-- porcelain smiles and impeccable manners. Despite the divide between him as a guest and you as the help, he insists on making a connection with you. One that may be a bit too strong for his own good.

| Now, you don't know much about the military yourself, but it is a bit odd that a non-retired military officer was permitted leave for an entire season, and whenever you ask questions surrounding his arrival, you only get heavy silence in return. It's as if there's a tight wire of secrecy underlying his sunny veneer, and the more you press, the more it's likely to snap.

| Marshall is in his early 30s, with short, coily black hair and an impeccably combed mustache. They have light tan skin and have a small scar running across their cheek, and he stands at 6'2. He is very meticulous in the way he dresses and is particularly fond of red ties with embroidered patterns on them.

"Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. -- snippet of The Charge of the Light Brigade (1854) by Lord Alfred Tennyson ================================================

🌕Annabelle -- the phantom -- (she/her)

| Mysterious. Quiet. Ethereal. Every so often, out of the corner of your eye or the reflection in a mirror, you catch a glimpse of her. Is she even real, or is she simply a product of your own mind, spiraling ever deeper into instability? Whatever she is, you feel an indescribable, intangible pull to her that may become very hard to resist.

| Annabelle is inextricably linked to the house and its history. If you dig to learn more about her, you may unearth the very roots that Bridehall stands on. Roots that it would very much like to keep underground.

| Annabelle appears to be in her mid-20s, although the semi-translucent, filmy aspect to her makes it a bit hard to tell. She has very dark skin that glitters and shines under moonlight, and she seems to be perpetually wet, as if she had just been thrown in a pond. She wears a pale pink dress a decade or so out of date, and stands at about 5'3.

"For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling-- my darling-- my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea-- In her tomb by the sounding sea. -- snippet of Annabel Lee (1849) by Edgar Allan Poe

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[cazshmere]

Asteroid Groom (51299) and Asteroid Briede (19029) in the houses and how/where you could meet your spouse <3

materialist🔖

DISCLAIMER: This is speculative and for entertainment purposes only; it may not hold true for everyone, as there is a lot of nuance to astrology, enjoy reading and do lmk if any of these resonated with y’all :)

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Love at first sight kinda vibes, at a competition, somewhere where a lot of physical activity is happening. They could end up sitting very close to you or subtly brush their hands against you, could bump into you; physical contact might occur 💖

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 2ND HOUSE: In a perfume shop, a luxury shopping place, restaurants, a calm and relaxed environment, at the bank, a karaoke lounge, in a coffee shop, salon, parlour etc 🛍️💅🏼

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 3RD HOUSE: At a library, somewhere where there is a lot of paper or documents, your neighbourhood (maybe your neighbour too, lmao), a classmate maybe, your sibling’s friend, could also be a bit younger than you, maybe at a stand up comedy show 📜📰

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 4TH HOUSE: Parents could play a crucial role in your meeting (especially your mom), a private place, a place where you feel very comfortable and safe, maybe someone who your mom personally knows, your high school sweetheart, puppy love/first love vibes 🏠🛋️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 5TH HOUSE: When you're out on vacation with your friends having a good time, going out to watch a movie (maybe in a theater), at a carnival or an exhibition, at a play. You could meet them at a park where there are a lot of children playing around or somewhere where there are a lot of kids 🎡🎢

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 6TH HOUSE: The gym could be a high possibility, at the grocery store, when you're shopping for fruits, vegetables, toiletries, etc. (basically when shopping for stuff you use on a daily basis), a coworker of yours maybe, someone you run into every day, at work🏋🏽‍♀️🥙

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 7TH HOUSE: This is honestly such a sweet placement. You will lock eyes instantly and only see this other person even if you are in a crowded room. It might feel like a movie scene too, lol. They might initiate contact, at a social gathering, at a party. Even if it's a crowded place, it could be more of a one-on-one conversation/meeting💟💒💟

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 8TH HOUSE: Somewhere dark and unknown, maybe you can meet them when you are lost (they could help you find your way back to wherever it is you wanted to go), or in a dark alleyway (sounds shady asf but who knows lol). They might lend money to you if you run out (for instance, you wanted to buy a coffee but you suddenly seem to be out of money so they might offer to buy it for you), at a rave, after you've gone through a heartbreak, after you've faced some sort of loss 🖤🌑🍷

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 9TH HOUSE: Lmao this is a bit obvious but maybe through traveling, when you are in a foreign country, at the airport, when you're on vacation in an unknown country. High possibility of them being a foreigner, maybe in university, somewhere where there is a lot of curiosity—maybe an interesting lecture/course you decided to take up—they might also be there ✈️⛰️🗺️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Lol they could be your boss (boss x coworker romance maybe, haha), a formal setting. You can meet them through some meeting held in your workplace, somewhere where a lot of famous people are, a famous event, business partner, could be older than you, could work in the same industry, can even meet them through Linkedin lmao 💼📅🗃️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 11TH HOUSE: Two words—ONLINE DATING. Very high possibility of you meeting on a dating app or maybe just social media (Insta, Facebook, Twitter, etc.). Could also meet them when you're playing some online game, haha (Among Us, Roblox, Valorant). Your friends could introduce you to them, could be your best friend. They stand out to you in an endearing way, at a social event 👯📱👯‍♀️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Hmm, could meet when you're at a hospital, a graveyard, an asylum maybe. They could be a patient of yours (if in case you work in that industry), you could be their therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist/counselor as they could suffer from some mental disorders (just a speculation), a peaceful meeting, maybe at a meditation class. You might see them and lose sight of them too. They can be shy/stay hidden, but eventually divine intervention will occur and you two will definitely meet. There is a possibility that you could also meet at an aquarium 🐠🏥🧿

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[lunajay33]

Where are You?

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Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since you were teenagers having a lovely little girl and another on the way but then the apocalypse happens and you’re left by yourself with your daughter and unborn child, will you ever find you husband again? Mean while Daryl is with a group that has no idea about his family

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warnings: Usual twd violence, pregnancy

•Masterlist•

•20 Years ago•

My first day at a new school, my parents moved us to this small town in Georgia and I was extremely nervous starting a new school all alone with no friends

“Go on sweetie the bell is about to ring” my mom says as she wrings her finger through my pingtail, I look up to her on the verge of tears

“Mommy I’m scared” she kneels down to my level

“Honey you’ll make friends in no time, you’re a little ray of sunshine don’t worry okay, you’re a big girl now” I nod feeling better as I walk through the doors to my classroom

The teacher welcomed me and introduced me to the class, I met some girls and they were really sweet and but then recess came and I had no idea where to go to play, everyone already had friends

“Hey, ya new here?” I look to my left where a cute boy has sat next to me

“Yeah, my first day” I blush

“I’m Daryl”

“Y/n”

“Do ya wanna play with me?” He asks as he stands and lends a hands to me

“I’d love to!”

•From that day forward we were inseparable, he was the first to accept me and make me feel like this is where I was meant to me, he was a few years older but he was my best friend never the less, but then our teen years came along•

Sitting at my usual spot on the fallen over tree in the woods on the outskirts of the town, where Daryl and I always went to just get away

Crying over this stupid date when I hear the leaves crunching and I look up to see the guy I really wanted to be on dates with, Daryl comes and sits next to me throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in tight

“What happened? Do I gotta kill some one?”

“He humiliated me D, he said it was just a prank, how I was stupid for thinking he’d ever go out with a girl like me” he held up my chin so I was looking at him

“Ya listen ta me angel, he’s a prick any guy would be lucky ta be in your presence…….yer beautiful” my heart skips

“You think so?” I ask wiping my tears away

“Always thought ya were” it was silent as we just looked into each others eyes

“Please…..kiss me Daryl”

•He asked me to be his girlfriend after that and confessed how he loved me from the moment we met•

•The Present•

We grew a life together that I adored every second of, he worked at a garage fixing up trucks and bikes, I worked at the local bookstore it being a passion of mine made it so easy and they even let me take my little girl into work on the weekends when she was off school

Getting home I huff as I set Harlow down and she went off running to her room to play with her new toy, she’s 5 now and she’s the spitting image of Daryl, dark brown hair and blue eyes, she even liked to learn all the survival tricks he’d show her, she’s always been a little nature girl

I sit on the couch feeling the soreness in my lower back from my growing baby bump, baby #2 on the way, I’m only 4 months along but he was there for sure

Daryl was over the moon when we first found out that Harlow was a girl and was happy to know we’d have one of each now

The door opens and in comes my lovely man, with grease marks on his face and his flannel without its sleeves he was just so hot and with these baby hormones I was on over drive

I get back up and throw my arms over his shoulders pulling him down for a long kiss

“Mmm I see we’re at the stage where ya can’t keep yer hands off me” he smirks

“But are you complaining Mr.Dixon?”

“Never but…..Merle asked me ya go out fer guys night, I know ya need some rest so I brought ya home yet fav take out and that movie ya wanted ya watch” my heart swelled, even after all these years he always made me fall in love with him every day

“I love you, but tomorrow you better make it up to me” he laughs and squeezes my hips

“Oh ya know I will” we’re interrupted by harlow running down the hall and making a bee line straight to Daryl jumping into his arms

“And how’s my lil girl? Were ya good fer ya mama today?” He asks tickling her belly

“I always am dad, she read me books about animals and I helped her put away some books too” he smiled looking at her, he truly is the man of my dreams

“That’s my girl, now I got ya and mama some dinner and a movie, I’ll be back when ya wake up and we’ll have a whole day together how bout that?” She screams in excitement as he places a kiss to her cheek and setting her down before pulling me into another passionate kiss

“Get yer rest tonight, I’ll see ya in the mornin, I love ya”

“I love you too Daryl”

•

I woke up to Harlow yawning in my arms, she was curled up against me her brown hair all over the place

“You ready for our day with your dad?” I ask as I brush down her hair

“Yes! Let’s get ready mama!” She hops off the bed and runs to her room getting an outfit and running back to my bed, I smile and help her, pulling a long sleeve purple shirt and a pair of denim overalls

“As cute as a button” I say as I pull her hair up into a pony tail with a blue scrunchie

“Match with me mama!”

“If you say so missy” I laugh as I pull on a pair of denim jeans and a grey shirt with a purple shirt and one of Daryl’s grey plaid long sleeves

“How do I look now” she scrunches her face and takes my hand dragging me to the washroom

“You should do a ponytail too!” She giggles

I threw my hair up and but in a matching blue scrunchie, I wash my face, we both brush our teeth and put on the vanilla perfume Daryl bought me

We go out to start breakfast when she stops me

“Mommy where’s dad? He’s never this late” her lip wobbles and my concern sets in, she was right he was always by my side by the time I woke up

I look out the door and his truck is still gone but the road is a mess, clothes scattered, red splotches all over the place and then I spot it, a person limping around slowly, blood all over its mouth and clothes just like in the movies

Oh god this can’t be happening, where’s daryl? What if something happened? What do I do now?

I close the curtains and turn back to Harlow with a smile

“I’m sure he’s just at uncle Merle’s house, how about we pack a bag, maybe he’ll take us camping” she claps her hands and get her backpack, I pack her some extra clothes, her favorite book, her favorite snacks and water bottles

I take my duffle and pack some of Daryl’s clothes, mine, the baby clothes I had started buying and baby supplies, some blankets and general hygiene things, more food and some of Daryl hunting weapons

I made us breakfast and brought her back to the room reading to her for the rest of the day waiting to see if he’d come home but he never did

The sun was setting now and I could see how upset Harlow was

“I miss daddy”

“I know baby, how about we go look for him, if he’s not here maybe we go camping and maybe him and uncle Merle will find us! Like a little game” she smiles and get her coat and backpack

I get ready and kneel down infront of her

“Now sweetheart, while we are out I’d like for you to read your book there might be some scary things outside okay” she nods and I pick up the duffel and then her in my arms and run to my truck

I put her in the seat next to mine and start the truck, the streets and almost empty, I drive past the bar and his truck isn’t there and then Merle’s place and it’s not there either then I turn a corner and it full of dead bodies and those things I saw earlier, I speed down the road and out of town, where would Daryl go where should I start

I turn on the radio station and it’s pure panic, I switch to a Nickelback cd knowing Harlow loves it

“Are we going camping now?”

“Remember mommies cousin, aunt Maggie?”

“Yeah! Are we going to see her?”

“We sure are she has little lambs now, dad will meet us there okay”

“Okay mommy!” She smiles then nods off to sleep

Her family farm was few hours away, maybe it’s still safe since it’s away from society, maybe Daryl would remember that farm and come for us

After a few hours I pull up to the drive way seeing the highway was full of abandoned vechiles, praying they’re still here

I get out feeling the cool Georgia night air and walk around taking Harlow out careful to not wake her when I here the door to the house swing open and out runs Maggie and Hershel

“Maggie thank god” I sigh when she pulls me into a hug

“Where’s Daryl?”

“I don’t know Maggie I couldn’t find him, I can’t find him, I need to find him Maggie”

“Shhh it’ll be alright, you get yourself and your little girl inside, I’ll get your bags and we just finished making supper, we’ll figure this out in the morning alright” I nod as Uncle Hershel leads me inside

Please find me Daryl

•

Part 2

Taglist: @rainymads @stories4you04-x @mylle5 @nessatea @onerockontheway @writer-ann-artist @yoonjisgirl @heidiland05

[thelov3lybookworm]

My World

Day 1: Cool quiet.

Summary: Y/n's in labour. Azriel needs to stay calm.

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Word Count: 805

Warnings: labour ig? azzie being scared and sad cus yn is in pain :(

A/n: HAPPY DAY 1 OF @azrielappreciationweek YALL WOOHOOOO 🥳

all fics in the week will be like a series cus theyre all revolving around azzie and his daughter hehe but it isnt a series ig?

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Rhysand did not see the shift in his spymaster. Did not see the way he stiffened, the way his eyes went distant before focusing again, fist clenched.

He said no words, nothing to indicate he knew his mate was going into labour. And if the meeting with Keir had not ended when it had and Azriel hadn’t immediately winnowed away without preamble, Rhys wouldn’t have even known.

Even when Rhysand and Cassian followed their brother to his house on the outskirts of Velaris, welcomed by agonising screams of Azriel’s mate, Rhysand saw him stand quietly in the hallway.

Rhysand could not fathom being that cool, that quiet if he knew Feyre was in labour.

He had to give it to Azriel, the male was great at hiding his weaknesses. And Rhysand would have been convinced he was still composed had he not seen that in the dark corridor, light glinted off of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Azriel still did not move, standing still against the wall with his hands folded behind his back.

It shook Rhys more than him pacing and losing his mind would have.

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Azriel’s pov.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to curse himself out loud. After all, he was the reason his darling mate was going through the pain of birth.

Should’ve resisted when she said she wanted kids.

But alas, it was now too late to do anything but stand here helpless as he heard her loud cries of pain from their bedroom.

"I- Azriel! Az-"

It took all Azriel had in him to stand outside while his mate, his wife went through unbearable pain he knew he could not even fathom of. Having your privates stretched while you had to push out a literal being was something he knew his worst wounds would look like paper cuts in comparison.

It made him respect females more at the moment.

Through the bond, he felt flashes of hot agony and cold pain, but he was aware it was nothing, nothing compared to what his mate was going through.

The door opened the slightest bit, the worried eyes of an apprentice healer peeking out. "Spymaster? Madja said you can come in to soothe your mate."

Instantly, Azriel was hurrying inside the room, his eyes finding his mate lying on the bed.

Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm.

But how could he, seeing as the one person he could ruin the world for, was sobbing, tears running down her face in constant streams, aided by the sweat gathering on her skin?

He hurried over to her side, her palm instantly finding his.

"My love, I’m here."

She gasped in pain, nails digging into his palm.

Cool. Stay cool. It will be fine.

"Just one more push dear, then you can rest."

Azriel turned his head to Madja when she said that, relief spreading through his veins. At least the torture Y/n was going through would be over soon.

Y/n nodded, meeting Azriel’s eyes. Even while she was pushing out their baby, she found it in herself to offer him a weak smile.

Be calm.

Not even a moment after Y/n dropped back down on the bed with an exhausted sigh, loud cries filled the room. Azriel leaned down, placing his forehead against his mate’s. She smiled up at him, her eyes tired.

"No more babies. Y/n, I’m telling you, I cannot see you in pain."

Y/n had the audacity to pout. "But what if our baby gets lonely?"

He shook his head, kissing Y/n’s cheek. "I won’t let them get lonely."

He straightened when he heard footsteps approaching, lifting his head to look at Madja, who grinned at them over the baby’s head. "It’s a daughter."

Tears gathered in Azriel’s eyes as Madja leaned down, his daughter’s face coming into view for the first time. Azriel could not look away.

She’s beautiful.

Her eyes are so pretty.

She stared back at him with wide eyes.

Don’t cry. Stay calm. Stay quiet.

Fuck calm. Fuck quiet.

He let the tears fall as Y/n placed a hand on his arm, telling him to take his daughter. And even though he did not want to taint the pure soul made of him and his beloved, he extended his arms. Y/n had had the time of months to scold and train Azriel to not be scared of his own child.

The moment Madja stepped out of their room, Azriel let out an involuntary sob, accompanied by a look in his mate’s direction, who was crying too.

"I love her so much."

She nodded, giggling. "Me too." After a pause, she continued. "Hazel. That’s what we decided."

He nodded, unable to look away as he leaned down to press his lips to her tiny forehead.

"My world."

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[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey God...it's me again 😔

I listened to The Water Is Fine and it just hit me for some reason

Same dynamic. Boothill, Aventurine, Ratio, Gallagher and Blade with reader whose blood is special and there are people and groups looking to hunt them down for it.

By special I mean it has the power to heal but also to create weapons (think Power from Chainsaw Man) but the downside is the bigger the weapon, the more blood it needs and the weaker reader gets from it.

🌑God wont answer but I will!! >:)

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

Violently protective, as usual but takes it up a notch

He's hyper alert the moment he sees a drop of your blood

Encourages you to keep your abilities hidden at all times

Not that he can't protect you, of course he can, but he'd rather you have a semi normal life rather than be on the run like him

But he's highly trained, if someone so much as tries to take you, oh, he's getting serious

No playing and joking like he usually does, no one but you and him is making it out alive

✦ 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✦

Insanely impressed

He's a business man at the end of the day so he might at least consider trying to convince you to use your gift to make some money or for protection

Until he connects your situation with his and he's immediately like "oh my god I'm a horrible person for even thinking that"

He's good at keeping secrets so trust no one in the IPC knows about what you can do

Even if someone somehow knew, he's well protected and very capable so you're safe with him

Protective in a way even he doesn't expect - does not let most people even get near you because he's just that suspicious

He's got trauma ok😭

✦ 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 ✦

Very intrigued... In a scholarly way, not an exploitative way obviously 💀

Asks a lot of questions and is very encouraging about the idea of you improving your skills and gaining control of your powers

Does his best to make a ton of research on your powers to learn how they work and possibly help you with them

Secretive when he needs to be so he's not letting your secret slip

But if he suspects it's happened anyway, he's keeping you close to him at all times so he can watch over you and protect you

Fatherly?? Him?? Pfff.... Yes, he is but he'd never admit it out loud

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Haha... Something something bloodhounds haha funny joke

Certified guard dog and very good at it

So you're in good hands🫡

Let's you sit by him at the bar so he can keep an eye on you

Subtly side eyes anyone he finds suspicious from how they look at you

Always has an ear out for these groups or info on them

So he can hunt them down in his free time as a preventative measure :)

Tries his best to help you train your powers in private but he's not the best teacher

But he can heal you when you hurt yourself so there's that😌

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

Feels very fitting to me... For some reason, narratively

Perfect sparring partner for if/when you wanna get better control of your powers

Which he greatly encourages

Helps a lot with taking the stigma out of your powers

They're yours so you should know how to use them for yourself and no one else

Mostly to protect yourself which he of course also does if need be but he's a form believer that you should be able to do it yourself as well

Another one who likes to hunt these people down for giggles💀

He's got a lot to get off his chest ok😭

Tough love sort of parental figure but he might be the one that makes sure you have the best control over your powers out of all of them

[animeyanderelover]

Hello🎀Can I request Tobirama,Madara,Itachi,Shisui,Sasuke,Pein,kakashi and Obito with a darling that tries to escape often?Thank you 🧸

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, paranoia, gaslighting, controlling behavior, mind break, violence, punishment, isolation, abduction, death

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Darling tries to escape often

Madara Uchiha

🌑​Whilst Madara could easily put a stop to those futile and silly antics of yours, he decides to entertain them instead. Much to the dismay of the elder of his clan who can only view your impudent behavior with discomposure as the spouse of Madara Uchiha should know to behave better. If other clans would find out how little respect you show your own husband, they would surely laugh at the lack of discipline Madara gives you yet he is aware that only a very brave or stupid soul would dare to say such words within his earshot. When the eldest of the Uchiha clan confront him about his lax behavior and question him desperately why he encourages those outrageous shenanigans of yours, he reveals laconically that you'll never be able to run away, no matter how hard you may try. He could easily crush your silly attempts to escape him but that would be so awfully boring. Isn't it much more entertaining to let you run around to entertain your little hope of freedom only to stop you within the last second. His confidence to never prevent your attempts is ultimately just a flex of the power he holds. He assures the elder though that if you were to ever step out of line, he will see it through to correct your attitude.

Tobirama Senju

🌊​Tobirama finds himself quickly reaching the end of his patience due to your troublesome defiance. Yes, he understands your frustration and he knows that the abduction isn't something pleasant yet he expected more from you. How long do you intend to keep this childish attitude up? Your behavior is unfitting for someone he plans to marry. The frustration grows whenever he receives a new report from the Anbu that they had to stop you from escaping once again, visibly dragging his mood down for the rest of the day. If you refuse to behave, he will treat you accordingly as more and more restrictions are placed on you until you are forbidden to leave the building he keeps you in. You ridicule and embarrass him with your exhausting antics to the point where he doesn't want to introduce you to his own clan. You don't listen nor do you want to settle for any compromises. One day he eventually just snaps when he receives another report of the Anbu with the most reckless attempt you have ever done to escape. As soon as he returns to the Senju compound, he berates you harshly. Yet it isn't until he threatens you that your family will bear the consequences that you truly listen in horror to him.

Pain

🌧️​Pain is unforgiving against anyone who stands in the way of his goal, merciless against anyone who goes against him. Nagato's clear paranoia to lose you results in Pain desiring control and obedience from your side yet your stubborn behavior clashes with those demands on multiple levels. If you would have been anyone else, you would be dead. Whether that is something to feel relieved about or not is up to debate though. Even Konan who expresses more kindness and empathy for you can't save you at one point as you never give up in your attempts to flee from the tower you are held as a captive. She still tries to somehow convince Nagato to go easy on you yet a threat just snaps as you do it again and again. He has been going too easy on you. Otherwise you wouldn't attempt an escape as easily as you do. He will teach you what happens from now on so that you will consider the idea the next time much more carefully. From broken bones to psychological torture to eradicating the people you hold dear to your heart, there are many ways for Pain to force you into obedience. Whether you see him as a monster or not for what he is about to do, just remember that you are responsible for it.

Kakashi Hatake

📖​Kakashi has neither the time nor the patience to deal with your reckless and unwanted stubbornness. You seem to enjoy giving him a constant headache, don't you? He didn't know that you wanted to have him play pretend with you by acting like an immature kid. If you insist on acting like a brat though, he will do you the favor and treat you like one. Whether he locks you up or has to use chains or ropes to constrict you, your fierce determination to remain a troublemaker remains. Kakashi is far too possessive and protective to let you ever leave him though and his ninken are constantly summoned to detect your smell and track you down. If he wouldn't be so busy as a Jonin and later on as a Hokage, perhaps Kakashi would show a tad bit more patience but time is a luxury he cannot always afford. He has to find more effective ways to force you in line, even if he knows that this will only alienate you further away from him. He gives you one last warning though before his patience completely crumbles, his Sharingan staring through your soul as he reminds you that there will be consequences if he catches you again. Would you prefer a broken leg or the vision of a genjutsu?

Obito Uchiha

🔥​As much as Obito's delusional infatuation wants to reject the reality, a part of him is unable to deny that it is your fear of him that has led you to attempt to flee multiple times already only to be swiftly stopped by him. It breaks him mentally and spiritually to witness those fearful eyes looking at him yet he knows that it isn't your fault. It is the world and the people inhabiting it that have brainwashed you to believe that he is the bad guy you have to fear so even throughout his shattered insanity, he remains sickly sweet to you whenever he catches you and brings you back. The sweet kisses of comfort only make your chest tighter with growing panic though. Black Zetsu suggests that he should punish you for he is making a fool out of himself by being so lenient to you yet Obito warns him coldly to never mention such an outrageous idea again in his presence. He could never hurt you after all. Although perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to show you what might happen to you if you would run away from him. The genjutsu he puts you through from that day on tear your mind apart yet this is reality he is showing you so you can see the world and the people for what they truly are. Do you understand it now?

Shisui Uchiha

🍂​Even if Shisui is the one who is quite tolerant and lenient under normal circumstances, his attitude changes after you have seen behind his facade. He has to be more careful with you from now on and your defiant behavior only makes the situation worse. He is regarded as a natural talent, works for the Anbu and has to serve the vilage. This means that it could take weeks for him to finish a mission and he knows that you would never sit back and wait for him. You would use that chance to escape as far away as you can. It is already a bit of a challenge to keep the current situation a secret from other people whenever he has to catch you quietly in yet another failed attempt of yours to run away and he can't even remember how often he had to have a stern conversation with you, the normally light air around him gone and replaced by silent tension. Eventually he finds himself considering to use Kotoamatsukami on you, his Mangekyo Sharingan ability. Shisui is fully aware that he would manipulate your mind by using it. On the other hand you would never know that and it's not like he would actively influence your feelings for him. It would merely be a little push to make everything less difficult.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡​For Itachi the situation is quite difficult to handle because he knows what would happen to you if you were to be caught by someone. The connection you have with him would never allow you to live normally again as there would always be someone who would come for you to lure him out. It is solely his fault and he harbors guilt for it and will most likely do so for the rest of his life. Yet you are still here, abducted by him because his desire was stronger than his guilt. He as taken a lot of time to explain everything to you in hope that you would understand yet your stubbornness also seems to be stronger than everything else. Itachi finds himself silently giving way to despair because he knows that the next mission of the Akatsuki is only a question of time and most disheartening of all is that you know it too. You're just waiting for him to leave so that you can escape for good. Even if he knows that he has no right for your love, a part of him still feels hurt by the fact that you wish for his absence as much as you do. He can't let you run away though. It is too dangerous and he is far too selfish. Don't think that you will have a chance just because he will leave for a mission.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙​Sasuke has little to no tolerance for the defiance you put up as you do literally everything to escape from him. He is fully aware of his unbearable behavior and possessive attitude that smothers to the point where you feel like you can't breathe but he doesn't care. He just wants you. His attitude is condescending and his words are hurtful and sharp whenever he yanks you back harshly as he has stopped you from yet another unsuccessful escape attempt, his grip tightening with each plea and whimper of yours to let go. You really want him to hurt you with the way you get on his nerves, don't you? You could have just said so to begin with instead of failing so miserably in your poor attempts to outsmart him. Sasuke will put you very quickly back into your place and he does so by using violence and fear as nothing else seems to work with you. He doesn't feel guilty about it either when he spills your own blood and scars your skin and breaks your leg so that you won#t be capable of running away from him to begin with. Stop your crying, he'll be responsible enough to take care of you afterwards. He does hope that you have learned your lesson though.

[lunarmoonanons]

The Wedding

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It's here. The Wedding of Tyrell Reader to Maegor. There is reference to rape of a minor in this fic. Underage girl marrying an older man. If this triggers you please read something else. Something happy.

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It was a dreaded day. The day of her marriage to Maegor. She was not immediately married to the grown man when he killed her aunt and stole her away. He waited a week arranging things for their wedding. More so threatening her father into accepting the marriage and telling his wives and mother about the intent to marry the child. Alys protested, Ceryse pitied, Tyanna smirked, and Visenya glared. YN believed Visenya didn’t like her and didn't want her married to her dear son. But Maegor insisted, despite the concerns of her council and displeasure of the women around him. He saw the girl came from a fertile mother and had beautiful siblings, so she would give him beautiful children whether she liked it or not. 

When the morning of her wedding came, the girl hid under her blankets trying to avoid the day. She clutched her doll close to her and tried to imagine she was back in Highgarden. Back where her dove and cat would greet her in the morning. Back where she could run barefoot through the gardens. She cried every night for the past week. Having nightmares of Maegor straddling her and choking her. Yet unlike in Highgarden she couldn’t run to her parent’s room for comfort. The girl cried when she realized she couldn’t have her mother sing her lullaby to her. She would have to sing to herself to comfort her. She was a fawn without a mother. 

The morning of her wedding she hid under her blankets. Hiding when she heard someone entering her room and coming to sit on her bed. A gentle hand reached toward the blanket that covered her head. Gently tugging at the blanket. 

“Come out, little one.” The gentle voice of Ceryse prodded. With a gentle strength she pulled the blanket down and uncovered the girl. “You must get ready.”

“I can’t. I won’t. Please just let me hide here until he forgets I exist.” YN pleaded and began to tear up. 

“You must. Maegor will not allow you to stay hidden all day. And you do not want his anger to look toward you.” Ceryse tried to explain. “You must be brave, little girl. I promise the pain will pass.” 

YN began to cry and tried wiping her cheeks so her face would not look puffy in front of Maegor. “ I want my mommy.” 

Ceryse smiled sadly and rubbed her hand on the girl’s back. “I know, little girl.”

The older woman pulled the girl from her bed and called for her servant to bring in her wedding dress. It ddin;t look like anything from Westeros. It was strange and foreign. YN noticed the headdress that came with it. YN didn’t want to wear this Valyrian garb. She had a dress from Highgarden that she wanted to wear. But Ceryse explained that for the ceremony she had to wear the Valryian garb. And for the feast she could wear the Highgarden dress. 

As YN was dressed she fiddled with her hands. When the foreign dress was on and adjusted about her, Ceryse had the girl sit down as she did her hair and headdress. The girl couldn’t bring herself to look in the mirror as Ceryse made her hair up. The older woman was gentle with her as she made the girl up. When she was done, Ceryse brought her hand under the girl’s chin and made her look at herself in the mirror. 

“See? You look beautiful.” Ceryse tried to comfort her with a compliment. 

“I look like a strange woman.” YN said. Wiping the tear that came down her cheek. 

The door to her room opened and entered Visenya. YN cowered into herself as the oldest woman looked stern and angry. YN was always afraid of Visenya even when she was living here with her aunt and had the protection of her family name. Now she had no such protection. Now she could be hurt by the Queen mother and Maegor. 

“It is time. Get her up.” Visenya demanded and left in quick succession. 

YN’s hands began to shake as Ceryse led her away from the safety of her room and toward the altar. The girl’s breathing came in quick succession as she got closer to the altar where she would be tied to Maegor till death of one of them. Maegor loomed at the altar. He looked big and intimidating as he stood there, waiting for the girl. When she arrived at the altar she tried to put on a brave face. Trying her best not to cry as the ceremony began. 

It all went by in a blur. When Maegor cut her hand with a sacred knife and when he cut his own hand and brought it to hers, he cut his own lip but spared her lip the same face. The Valryian priest spoke in a strange language that she could not understand. YN said nothing throughout the ceremony. She kept her gaze lowered as Maegor stared her down. And as suddenly as she was captured, she was married. Maegor gave her a strong kiss on her lips as she tried to pull away from his grip. 

The feast went as fast for her as the ceremony. She sat at a table looming over the hall, wearing her Tyrell fashion dress. She didn’t speak to anyone as the night went on. Maegor noticed her silence and distance as he loomed over the gathering. He signaled something to Ceryse and the woman went to YN and whispered that she could go to her rooms now. Go and wait for Maegor. Not needing another word, the girl walked as fast as she could, practically running back to her rooms. Once there she disrobed and put on her nightgown. Begging the gods for Maegor to drink so much he forgets about his marriage night. 

The time ticked by and YN paced back and forth in her room. Her hair down and about her shoulders as she pulled on the ends. She became more and more anxious as the time went on. Thinking every sound was Maegor coming for her as she waited for him.

Just as her hope of Maegor forgetting about her became real, a loud sound of footsteps broke her concentration. Her door opened suddenly and there was Maegor in her room. He looked so big compared to her. He loomed like a monster over the small girl. He stalked toward he, driving her back to the bed. She clammered back onto her bed and scooted back till her back hit the headboard. He climbed on the bed and grabbed her neck. Forcefully bringing his lips to hers. Harshly kissing her. She whimpered and closed her eyes. Trying to block out what was going to happen. 

She didn’t remember much of that night. Just the pain. He was so big and so strong that his grip on her left bruises. His thrusts made her cry from the pain. She bled from between her legs as he forced himself inside. She remembered crying and asking him to stop. Begging. But he was ruthless. Not stopping till he had his fill. He didn’t even undress himself or her. Just hiked up her nightgown and pulled down his pants. 

When it was finally over, he left a gentle kiss on her forehead. YN laid on the bed not looking at him as he left. Once he was gone she pulled the doll she kept under her pillow and held it close to her chest as she curled up. She began to cry and she stroked the doll’s hair and imagined her mother coming to sing for her. 

“Lullaby, oh, Lullaby…” She started and began to sob as she sang. “My lovely Lulla moon… Tip-toe by, where my babies lie… In your tiny silver shoon…Will you guard? WIll you keep? Will you watch over please?” Her sobs grew louder inbetween her lyrics. “My wee ones, my lambkins… My sweet chick-a-chick-a-dees… Lullaby, oh, Lullaby… In your tiny silver shoon…” 

She sang over and over to herself as cried. Thinking of her mother as she laid curled up on her bed. Imagining her mother back with her to sing her to sleep. 

“I want my mommy…” She sobbed.

@gulnarsultan

[tim3-fl1es]

"How the fuck are you back..."

"Well, you couldn't get rid of me that long... uh... Demeter?"

[pradapussy]

Don’t Hide Behind Your Rage

TAGS: Remmick x Reader , Remmick x OC , second person POV, named OC, WIP , vampire , remmick x fem!reader , dead dove do not eat, dubcon , noncon , dark fic, monsterfucker , human x vampire , feminine pronouns for reader, multi-part fic, sub!remmick, dom!reader

SUMMARY: You share a cigarette with a handsome stranger. When he offers to walk you home, both of y’all find yourselves having bitten off more than you can chew.

A/N: heyyyy sorry for contributing to the horrific amount of remmick x readers and remmick fics in general. i haven’t written for myself in so so so long and i just wanna blow off steam after finals. I don’t see a lot of sub!remmick so i make the world id like to see :) Part 2 is tomorrow :D I’m testing the waters today. Enjoy!

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A cold October at some rinky dink bar in Oklahoma is not how you expected to spend your Saturday. Parties were never your thing. Music, sure. Drinks, hell yeah, People sometimes, but all of these at once make your head spin - make you need a smoke. Honestly, nobody would expect a homebody like you at a place like this, sharing a cigarette with a total stranger. Not without good reason, at least.

Your stranger leans casually on the railing, his stubble and pink lips are highlighted by the ember of your cigarette in his fingers. He passes it back to you, his fingers are jarringly chilly but the way his dark eyes glint in the moon reassures you. This man is reason enough. You stare a bit too long, lost in thought.

“You gonna keep me waitin’, duck? Or d’ya want the wind t’finish the cig for ya.” He seems like a proper southern boy with that lilting drawl, but his diction throws you off. The words he chooses feel like another time and place.

“Sorry, dunno where my mind went.” You gingerly take the cigarette from his clammy hands. Now it’s his turn to take you in. Your skin diffuses the silvery moonlight and bronzy street lights into a color all its own. Your hair is soft and is tousled by a stray autumn breeze. He picks a flyaway piece that threatens to blind you, and tucks it behind your ear. Heat fills your cheeks.

“Sooo,” he starts “what's a wee gal like you doin out at some dive in th’middle o’ nowhere?” He leans closer towards you, looking you up and down.

“Oh nothing, just lookin for something special.” Your words are aloof, yet inviting. He hears the smile behind them. Your bright eyes glance at him purposefully, scanning his form just as he did yours. His shirt is half-tucked and his suspenders hang limply on his lean shoulders. The pants he wears are a touch too big on his cut waist. That pale blue light of the moon seems to be all the color his fair skin and brown curls of hair can absorb - save for the hint of red in his eyes.

“How mysterious, a Jane Doe sauntering around Sulphur ‘looking for something special.’” He laughs, cracking a toothy, crooked smile. “Can I ask what special thing yer lookin’ for t’night?”

“You caaan, but it’d be embarrassing to tell you since I seem to have found it already.” You smile playfully, the tip of the cigarette burning bright as you take a drag of it.

Suddenly, your cigarette burns out in the wind and is quickly forgotten. The smell of smoke, embers, and a bit of something metallic, something iron-y catches your nose. What was that? And when did your stranger get close enough to be shoulder to shoulder with you? He leans in, his face too close for comfort, but you hold steady, masking instinct with poise.. “Yeah? And what would that be, darlin’?” his attempt at being suave are thwarted by his puppy-dog eyes.

His efforts to fluster you are adorable. You one up him, placing your plump lips right in front of his, millimeters away from a kiss. Your hand squeezes on his forearm. He can smell your blood running hot, the scent of arrogance fills his head.

“You, baby.” Whispered words of a strange woman roared in his head. His unnaturally cold hands almost feel warm under yours. Muscles contract under his work shirt, responding to a multitude of emotions and desires he was unprepared to handle.

He is flustered. You can see it in the flush tips of his ears and the heat coming off his pallid face. “I appreciate your forwardness, sugar, but I dinna even know your name.” The way he pronounces “don’t” piques your interest. There is something so off about the way he speaks - it excites you because you know this man is hiding something. You smile wide and toothy just like him.

“Connie” you whisper in his ear, your soft neck exposed to him pulsing with something more intense than desire. A twitch, the name seems to stir something from a past life in him. His eyes open, half-lidded and fighting temptation to sink his teeth into your tender flesh. You pull away from him, your presence still lingering in his ear. “I oughta head home...” Remmick leans his head into your shoulder as you pull away lips brushing your retreating flesh. You catch a glimpse of him wincing with his mouth parted and fangs just barely retracting. “I’ll see you around…” There is space for a name at the end of that sentence, and he fills it eagerly.

“Remmick, and please, where are ya stayin, duck? Lemme be a gentleman and walk you home. You never know what crawls around at night” You want to roll your eyes. He can’t conceal his excitement at your invite. Remmick thinks he’s got an easy mark out of you.

“My uncle’s got a little cottage in the woods just outside of town.” A heat forms in the pit of your stomach, stronger than desire, laced with anticipation. Bloodlust. You gesture in a direction, interlocking arms with him and pressing your body to his. “We can take a shortcut so you don’t have to spend too long protectin' lil ol me.”

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A/N: if anyone’s seen lady chatterley’s lover ya already know why i chose connie as the mc’s name >v<

[balo-badartist]

Tick tock… time’s running out 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

My art is Fierce Deity advertising. Spreading the gospel and whatnot. I’m actually surprised I was able to finish this within the month — the power of hyperfixation

[cyberzombi3]

Mr crawling head cannons!!

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Mr crawling x fem!reader!!

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Warnings: slight kisses and cuddles?? (Overall no warnings)

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fluff/sfw!!

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𖤐✮⋆˙♱ ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ 𖤐✮⋆˙♱

𖤐✮⋆˙♱ ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ 𖤐✮⋆˙♱

Once you brought him back to your apartment, Mr crawling was more than appreciated. He felt loved, and absolutely adored you.

Even though he doesn’t understand your language that much, he tries his best to learn.

When you leave for work, he usually sits at the front door and waits for you to come back, poor baby just misses you.

Mr crawling would DEFINITELY be a clingy one, assuming that from how he follows you around most of the game.

Usually when you both are going to sleep, he would get as close to you as possible, he’s really cold though so be warned during winter season.

When you fall asleep, he doesn’t usually sleep with you. He just stares, watching your beautiful face as you sleep.

Mr crawling loves when you cook for him, he thinks it’s absolutely amazing. Even if you can’t cook, he’ll eat that trashy food anyways.

Mr crawling hates when you leave, either going to the bathroom, work, shopping (you might take him with), or anything that has to do with you away. He wants to be in the presence of you at all times

When you teach him some words, he finally tries to speak. “Me love you!” He spoke out loud, His voice chirpy . He learned a new word? love? He’s never said that!! You wore you almost cried.

Praising him and gentle touches would be an amazing reward for anything you tell him to do. He thrives off of praises (it’s giving praise kink ngl)

Would sit and watch tv with you in your off days. The tv would be running while Mr crawling cuddles all up on you. Maybe might even get a bit annoying?

He gives attachment issue vibes, just saying..

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DONT PLAY, I LOVE MR CRAWLING

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(I haven’t played the real game for now, only the trail. I plan to buy it soon :3)

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[reallyromealone]

Hello there, I was wondering if we can get a part 2 of the alpha Kirishima x alpha Bakugo adopting to mega pup reader and the reader is meet most of their aunts and uncles?

Title: adoption part 2

Fandom: my hero academia

Pairing kirishima x Bakugo x male reader

Type: platonic fluff

Warnings: omegaverse, child reader

Notes: none

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(Name) was an absolute precious little guy, always following one of his dad's when he could and trying to help in the best way he could with such little hands as the two adults tried to include him in their day to day, currently on maternity leave to acclimate (name) better.

"Yaaay! Good job!" Kirishima congratulated (name) as the babe put his plastic bowl in the dishwasher, (name) beaming at this and hugged his dad's neck for comfort "were getting ready to meet some people, they're your aunt's and uncles and are very excited to meet you" when their friends learned if their tiny pup they practically exploded with excitement, mina taking everything within herself to not bust down that door to see the pup.

(Name) held the Dynamite toy close, either that or an old sweater of Kirishimas that the babe saught comfort from, a quick Google search showed Omegan pups saught comfort from their parents items it was early stages of a familial bond settling in.

Bakugo was the one to collect the little one after his nap, the aunts and uncles sitting in the livingroom to meet him "hey squirt, it's time to wake up" they changed the crib to a toddler bed when (name) tried climbing out, the little one starfished with a cute pair of pajamas on "nnh" the boy grunted as Katsuki huffed and gently lifted him "come on you" the boy nuzzling into his dad's shirt as he was brought out to the livingroom "(name), can you say hi?" Katsuki was surprisingly soft with the pup who looked confused and face had marks from the sheets "awww he's so little!" Mina gushed as she stood up and (name) clung to his dad nervously "slowly mina, he's shy" Eijiro said watching his sons movements.

The itty bitty pup looked nervous as Katsuki spoke to him "this is your aunt, she's a bit annoying but she's not gonna hurt you"

Carefully he set (name) down, the boy fidgeting before running to his other dad for protection, the redhead holding his stuffed doll "awww he has a dynamite toy!" Ochaco cooed and they watched (name).

Eventually everyone began chatting and (name) grew more comfortable and began wandering around as he normally did as he noticed the snacks on the table, things the others brought "oh look he's staring at the (treat)" denki snicked as the babe reached out and grabbed a handful, little hands getting messy in the process "well at least he likes it" Momo said as the dad's looked at each other and Katsuki cleaned him up and Eijiro got the boy a small serving "so how's being a parent?" Iida asked as he sipped his tea, glancing at the pup "he keeps trying to make nests everywhere, we don't think he knows what he's doing though" Eijiro chuckled as he let (name) get comfortable in his lap.

Later on came his former teachers + Eri and Shinsou, the two tagging along.

Katsuki saw the two as his own parents, his real parents and him had.. a hard relationship.

His mom and him never got along and when he showed up with Eiji... That went bad fast, he was seventeen at that point.

He hadnt even graduated yet.

His dad loved him but being an Omega, he couldn't really go against his alphas word but did send letters to him in secret.

After that Aizawa stepped up, using his custody over Bakugo and taking care of him and by proxy so did Yamada, the men treating him like a son.

"Hi little listener" Yamada was soft with the pup as Aizawa looked at the two fondly, Eri chatting with kirishima about her classes and her plans to join U.A under recommendations by not one but multiple heroes.

"Oh? Thanks..." Shinsou was awkward around children and when (name) handed him a Cheeto he wasn't expecting it to be so...soggy "you don't gotta eat that, just walk to the kitchen and toss it" kirishima whispered and the other man nodded and did so.

"Hello there" little (name) reached to the black haired man who had the forethought to have his hair put up "you can smell I'm an Omega" Aizawa smiled softly as (name) sniffed his face and bounced slightly "omegas feel calm with other omegas" he explained "safety in numbers sort of deal"

(Name) smushed his face, a silly baby attempt at scenting "I think he thinks I'm apart of his pack"

"Well you are" Eri said simply and everyone smiled at the interaction.

"Minas gonna be pissed that he's getting this and she's not"

When everyone left, (name) was tuckered out "he sure enjoyed those snacks"

"He's so sleepy" kirishima gently traced the boys face "let's get him to bed yeah?"

[lunajay33]

Where are You? Part.3

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Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since you were teenagers having a lovely little girl and another on the way but then the apocalypse happens and you’re left by yourself with your daughter and unborn child, will you ever find you husband again? Mean while Daryl is with a group that has no idea about his family

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warnings: Usual twd violence, pregnancy

Part.2

•Masterlist•

It’s been a week since the group settled in, setting up tents and helping secure the farm, Daryl moved us out to the tree line away from the others, saying he’d feel safer there

It was the middle of the day and the sun was beating down, Harlow was up in the house with Beth playing around while I sat at mine and Daryl’s camp spot just trying to relax as I’ve been having these spurts of headaches ever since more things were happening it’s just become so hectic

“Ya alright?” Daryl asks as he comes and hands me a bottle of water

I shake my head as I cover my eyes with my hand trying to alleviate the pain, I took a sip of the water and tried to just breath

“Maybe yer sick Angel, remember when ya were pregnant with Harlow you got overwhelmed and the slightest thing turned ya into a ball of pain or sickness” he says as he rubs my belly

“I forgot, it’s just been a lot lately D, with you out there every day looking for that little girl and worrying every second about Harlow and if something will happen again I just……I can’t lose you again, I won’t make it my love” he squints at me with that look that told me I’m in trouble

“Ya don’t talk like that, yer gonna be fine I’m gonna make sure yer fine, now ya go up with Maggie and try ta relax, imma head out now” he says gently kissing me

“Please be careful” I sigh as he helps me stand up

“Always am, I’ll be back before the sunsets”

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Throughout the day the headache eased while Harlow and I went around helping with chores, she’s like my own little ball of sunshine, but when we were out collecting eggs the guy named Shane from the group came in blocking us from leaving

“Now I’ve gotta ask you something”

“Okay?” I take Harlows hand as she hid behind my legs

“What’s a fine piece of ass like you doing with that red neck Dixon” I was gobsmacked at such a forward harsh thing to say to the said “rednecks” wife

“Excuse me! Don’t say that infront of my daughter, and mind you he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be” I scoff as I push past him but he grabs my arm squeezing it tight making me wince

“Let go”

“I’m gonna win you over sweetheart, show you what you’ve been missing” his eyes are void and it sends a shiver down my spine, I ripped my arm back and took Harlow away from him as quickly as possible

We got back to the house and dropped off the eggs and sat on the porch, Harlows little eyes looking up at me with a pouty lip

“Are you okay sweetheart?” I ask brushing back her hair

“He was scary mommy and mean, why would he say that about daddy?”

“He’s just cranky, we will stay away from him, he’s just jealous, now daddy should be home any minute now why don’t you go get Beth and make a drawing for him!” She perks up and runs inside

I’ll have to talk to Daryl about Shane, he’s always good at reading people and he’s been with him since the start, I’m still getting to know everyone, Rick seemed like a nice man same with Tdog, Carol was quiet but sweet, Andrea was a bit full of herself and judgy, Glenn definitely had eyes for my cousin she’s been telling me all about it, and Dale was a sweetheart but a bit set in his ways, and Harlow definitely had a little crush on Carl it was cute

The sun was about to set and there was still no sign of Daryl, he was usually back by this time, the door opened and Maggie came out and sat with me

“You alright? The baby doing okay?”

“Oh he’s as snug as a bug, it’s Daryl it’s getting dark now I’m worried, maybe I should go look for him”

“Oh no no no, if I know Daryl he’ll come back and if you’re gone he’ll skin me” I groan

“Fine but I’m going out to the field and waiting at least” I walk into the field close to the tree line just praying he’d come out completely fine and that I’m just an overthinker

Pacing back and forth I try to remember to breath, it’s Daryl he always comes back maybe he just got carried away looking for Sophia, soon rustling is heard from the trees and out comes Daryl and my heart drops, he’s covered in dirt and blood, he was barely standing up right something happened

“Oh my god Daryl!” I cry out making my way to him when a gun shot rings through the farm and a pain erupts through the side of my head and I’m down, blood clouding my vision on my right side

“Y/n!” I hear Daryl as he drops to his knees infront of me still looking exhausted but his concern over powered that, I touch the side of my head and hiss

“Someone shot me” I groan then hearing people behind us

“It’s alright” he reassures me when Glenn and Rick pull him up, Shane taking my arm but I pull back

“Don’t touch me” I scoff and the others notice

“I’ve got her” Glenn intervenes before Shane can say another word taking me by may waist guiding me to the house as it got more hazy

“Y/n you alright” he asks as we get closer to the house

“Yeah just…..just a bit dizzy” I slur, when we finally make it to the guest room we both lay on the bed as Hershel comes in

“Oh dear I’ve got my work cut out for me” he starts working on stitching my head and Maggie comes to clean up the blood

“Who shot her?” Daryl growls when Hershel starts working on patching him up

“Andrea she thought she was a walker”

“A walker? Do I look like a damn walker?” She told a glass of water to my lips then lays me down to rest

“Ya know yer as pretty as a peach, imma kill that woman, always been a problem” he’s interrupted when Harlow runs in frantic jumping on my lap on the bed

“MOMMY! DADDY! What happened you scared me” her little lip wobbles and it breaks my heart

“Just had a fall darlin but I’ll be okay in no time” Daryl smiles through the pain

“Please don’t leave me again” she cries when a tear falls

“Darlin im here fer the long hall” he says pinching her cheek

“Come on sweetie let’s let them get some rest carls been wanting to play with you all day” Maggie smiles leading her out, Hershel finishes up and then it’s just the two of us

“You really scared me Daryl” lays on his side looking at me rubbing my belly

“I know I’m sorry, I ain’t going out until I’m better but……what’s this?” His fingers graze my upper arm, I look noticing the bruising of where Shane grabbed me

“Oh it’s nothing I…” but he cut me off

“Sweetheart tell me” I sigh

“It was Shane, he cornered me and Harlow earlier saying he’d show me what a real man is I tried to get past him but her grabbed me”

“I knew he’d be a problem, been runnin round with Lori and when Rick got back it’s like he’s gone crazy, ya stay away from him I’ll make sure he gets that yer mine angel”

“All yours D”

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Part.4

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