#she doesn't expect to find it the first time

[ystrike1]

When The Black Wolf Calls My Name - By Yim Hye (8.5/10)

You know the drama is going to be great when you can understand the villain. The villain in this one is completely insane too, but nothing is as simple as it seems. Our protagonist chooses to remarry to save herself from her obsessive ex-husband, but the reader gets to slowly question the logic behind that choice. She is an unreliable narrator, and that's the most interesting part

Yeonwoo wasn't loved, in the most boring way. Her mother was extremely harsh with her, and her father let it happen. Young Yeonwoo experienced the type of abuse people hate to talk about. Emotional abuse. Seowoo, her younger sister, was loved and spoiled but not her. Why, you ask? Well, Yeonwoo is the smart one with potential. Her mother broke her spirit to turn her into a convenient pack mule. A pillar of support for the family.

When the story begins Yeonwoo is financially responsible for both of her parents, and her younger sister. Why? Because she's successful of course. Yeonwoo became a song composer in Korea. She had great success, and her mother immediately asked for money...in a nice way.

The family goes on a trip that Yeonwoo is paying for, and they slip off a cliff into the Underworld. The Underworld in this setting has a historical fantasy vibe, and it is ruled by powerful men contracted to animalistic guardian spirits.

In her first life (hint, hint) she marries a powerful man who controls The Brown Bear spirit. He claims he loves her above all else, but he kills her beloved family too.

She obviously decides to kill herself because she cannot live without her beloved family. Everyone is afraid of Yeonwoo, because Hyojo the Brown Bear loves her so much. When she dies she destroys him, and before her eyes close she notices something.

Another crying man. A man she doesn't even know is weeping desperately for her. She thinks it's out of pity. She wishes no one would cry, because she's dying a prideful death. She's dying to avenge her beloved family.

When she wakes up again she has silver hair, and her family is alive!!!

They get out of the same ruined car again, and they look around the deep forest. Lost and confused.

I'm not kidding her family abandons her the same chapter. Like less than an hour after they arrive.

Sort of.

Hwita appears before her instead of Hyojo this time. Yeonwoo says she must go with him immediately...because she wants to protect their ungrateful asshole asses from Hyojo. Marrying a woman from Earth is a highly strategic decision, and as a bonus Yeonwoo is beautiful.

She offers herself to Hwita, and he eventually decides that he's interested in a marriage of convenience.

Her family literally leaves to hang out somewhere safe while she literally DOES ALL THE WORK TO SECURE HER NEW MARRIAGE AND KEEP THEM ALIVE.

The REAL ISSUE could not be more clear.

Yeonwoo refuses to accept it, but she is absolutely still being abused by her family. They're nicer about demanding money and protection now, but the unreasonable expectations from her childhood never changed. They just changed shape.

Hwita tries to seduce Yeonwoo at first, but he quickly finds out that his beautiful new bride has....problems.

Her greedy family is obviously one of them, but her traumatic second life has left her more heartless. She has no interest in love anymore.

Why?

Well, in her first live she loved Hyojo dearly. By the end of that life his name was branded on her chest, her family was dead, and he wouldn't let other men look her in the eye.

Hwita, obviously, was the other man crying when she died. I do think he's more gentle than Hyojo...but there's a problem.

A really, really big problem.

Yeonwoo simply cannot see that her family is the problem.

Hyojo showered her with sweet love. During their honeymoon phase he sang about her beauty and he grew gardens for her and he carried her princess style and they cuddled all the time and he cared about her feelings.

He was always crazy for her, but he wasn't violent in the beginning.

Do I know Hyojo is bad?

Yes.

Do I also know they could have worked on their mutual issues if her family wasn't...like that?

Also yes.

In her first life Yeonwoo tried to kill Hyojo when he threatened her awful family. In response he got crazier and meaner because his beloved bride chose the clown car over his eternal love.

Is he still a dick? Yeah. Is Yeonwoo kind of an annoying victim that refuses to stand up for herself???

Yeahhhh. It's not black and white in this one. The Underworld is not like Earth. Hyojo's violence is more normal and expected than Yeonwoo thinks.

Hyojo was way too possessive. She's right to avoid him and remarry, but Yeonwoo's family members are definitely stupid enough to insult and demean her in front of her crazed husband.

I 100% know that's how they died without even reading ahead.

It's a real moral conundrum. As a reader you understand why Yeonwoo wants to cling to her family in this unknown world. On the other hand staying with Hwita and leaving the idiots to their fate would be more satisfying.

There's a chance Hwita is a yandere as well. A smarter one. His excuse for marrying Yeonwoo right away is paper thin.

I sincerely hope her family gets punished for using her as their bank account someday.

[cephalofrog]

hades 2 spoilers below the cut. rambling about a post-final boss piece of dialogue

this is such an interesting line and it makes mel's character SO good to me

like. her entire life was marked by the tragedy that took place when she was too young to remember, and from the moment it happened it was expected that she would be fully dedicated to making it right, because that was her family that was taken. that was the mother and father and brother that, if they'd had the chance to raise her, she would love more than the world itself. she should want them back more than anything.

but, the thing is? she has other love. she has hecate and the other people in the crossroads. she can't miss the love that she didn't have from her family because it never happened - and yet, her entire life from the moment chronos took them, she was expected to be so angry and stricken with grief over it that she would be willing to dedicate her entire life to killing him.

because that's what she should be doing with all of that anger and loss - it should fuel her to kill chronos. that's her goal. that's what she has been training for her entire life.

mel is a good person - she does want her family back. she meets her father for the first time and it's a deeply emotional moment for her. it's important to note that she doesn't actually mean what she says here. but she's been expected to be motivated by loving them so much that ever expressing that she doesn't actually love them as much as she's supposed to has never been an option. nemesis tells her that she isn't fully motivated by loving them in order to hurt her - and it hurts her because it's true (at least to a degree that she finds unacceptable within herself).

and when she gets that crucial step closer to achieving her goal - death to chronos, and here he is, about to die - he asks her to hypothetically pick between not achieving that goal, and potentially doing harm to the family that she is meant to love than anything...

and the motivation to kill him, the thing that has been drilled into her over and over, the first line that you hear her speak when you start the game - that is what wins.

[vampirebloodie]

Doctor Y/N | Soldier Boy x Reader

Warning: smut 18+, mentions of sexism

"Do you want me to examine Soldier boy?"

You asked still a little incredulously, looking at Butcher.

"It's not a big deal, we just need to know if he's fit to fight Homelander."

"Okay, and you've forgotten that he's simply the most sexist, misogynistic guy there is?"

"It's just a check-up, beautiful. He won't swallow you alive."

You sigh and agree, knowing that if you said no, Butcher would suck you up until you agreed to help him. So you and the bearded man walk up to the apartment where Soldier is, Butcher opens the door and the two of you walk in, finding the man sitting on the couch, watching television and with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. That room looked like a mess, the coffee table was full of half-eaten fast food. You took one last look at Butcher before focusing on Soldier Boy.

"Is that Soldier Boy ?"

You whispered to Butcher, you didn't have a certain sense of who Vought's first generation of supes were, but you expected Soldier Boy to be an old guy.

"Yes, it is. This is Soldier Boy." *

Butcher answers almost off-handedly, not seeming to be paying you as much attention as the supe was. You can almost taste the disdain in his voice, as if he's talking about some common criminal and not one of, if not THE most dangerous supe in history. Soldier Boy didn't seem to be as bad a person as Homelander, but his powers were still dangerous.

Soldier Boy makes an immediate eye-contact with you, and you can almost feel his eyes on you, watching you. You get the feeling that he's judging you, analyzing every inch of you. This goes on for a second or two, before he gets up and walks over to you, Analyzing you carefully from top to bottom.

"So, who are you?"

He asks right away, his voice harsh and rough like sandpaper

"I'm Y/N."

"Y/n, huh? What the hell's a cute young thing like you doin' with Butcher and his dogs?"

Despite his harsh tone, his eyes are full of amusement and curiosity as he talks to you. After being trapped in a russian lab for so many years, it was something "new" to see women.

"I work with Butcher."

You say in a serious tone, crossing your arms. You weren't too fond of Soldier Boy's joke, but Butcher had already warned you that he had that kind of personality. And well, wouldn't it be nice to mess with a supe that can blow everything up in seconds.

"What a shitty job."

He scoffs, seeming amused by your expressions of disapproval at every word that comes out of his mouth. You'd love to give him a paw, but Butcher's look under you alerted you that it wasn't a good idea.

"Believe me, i've saved the boys' boots several times."

He notices you for a few moments again and his green eyes focus on the gray briefcase in your hands.

"What is that?"

"Briefcase. I'm going to need it."

"What's in the briefcase?"

He asks a little impatient and suspicious, the PTSD really seemed to affect him quite a bit.

"Relax. She will not hurt you."

Butcher says, trying to calm him down a bit.

"Of course she won't. She can't, she's a woman."

You squinted at the brunette, he was quite cheeky, and unfortunately you'd have to get used to it during the examination.

"At least is pretty."

His greenish eyes wander from your head to your feet, watching you closely. You crossed your arms and cleared your throat.

"I didn't come here to flirt with you."

Soldier Boy chuckles, amused at your attitude. He's seen every trick by now, and he has a feeling he'll have quite a bit of fun with you.

"Then what the hell did you come here for, sweetheart?"

"Because i'm the group's doctor. It's not a good idea to take you to a hospital, so Butcher wants me to examine you."

"Examine me for what, exactly?"

He asks, his tone a bit confused and slightly intrigued. As the woman mentions her role of being the doctor in the group, he looks closer and notices a first aid kit on her belt. It doesn't take him long to put two and two together before chuckling again.

"After what happened to you in Russia.... We just want to know if you're really able to fight against Homelander."

Butcher was unsure after learning what the russians had done to Soldier Boy had in any way affected his strength, even though the experiments had turned him into a time bomb that could explode at any moment, they would still need to weaken Homelander as much as possible before exploding him.

Soldier Boy's chuckle quickly turns into a scowl, and his facial expressions hardens immediately, his eyes narrowing again.

"So you just assume i'm weak now?"

His tone is sharper than before, as if he's trying to hide any kind of weakness he might have after spending years in a lab. His voice is much more agitated compared to his flirtatious one. He wasn't liking people thinking he was weak, especially a woman.

"Nope. But after everything that's happened, we need to know if what russians injected into you made you stronger... or weakened"

You've been very clear on the possibility that he's gotten weaker

Soldier Boy seems annoyed at first at the implication that he's gotten weaker, but he seems to mull it over for a couple of seconds before relaxing a bit.

"You have a good point. But it won't make a difference, sweetheart. I'll be as fit as ever. But if it makes you worry any less, I'll let you examine me.".

You take one last look at Butcher and MM, who were still inside the room.

"You guys can go now, I'll be fine."

Butcher and MM just nod, giving you a reassuring smile before walking off. You put the briefcase on top of the coffee table and open it, there were some medical instruments inside. Soldier Boy watches you with an amused and curious expression, sitting down on the couch and getting comfortable. You can tell that he's definitely a little curious about you and what your intentions are with him, but he's keeping his tongue, for now at least, as he waits for the examination to begin.

"Take off your shirt."

Soldier Boy raises his eyebrows in surprise for a bit but complies quickly, standing up and taking off his sleeveless shirt. Underneath you can now see just how fit he is, being leanly sculpted and having defined muscles all over his body. The man is definitely cut. He stands in front of you, waiting for the exam to begin, You gesture and he sits back down on the green couch.

You grab the stethoscope and sit next to him on the couch, placing the device in your ears and pressing the other side of the device against his chest, in his heart.

"Take three deep breaths and inhale"

Soldier Boy obliges, taking the three deep breaths like you directed. As he exhales, you can hear just how calm his heartbeat is. He's definitely got a good heart. You can hear the strong beats pumping a steady pace.

"A healthy heart."

You take out the stethoscope and grab a small flashlight.

"Don't close your eyes"

Soldier Boy raises his eyebrows once again, but doesn't say anything, instead just looking at you as you take out the flashlight. He seems both curious as to what you're going to do next, and skeptical at the same time, but keeps his eyes wide open even when you tell him not to close them.

You examine his eyes with the flashlight, it was all right. He didn't seem to have any eye damage even with the lab experiments.

"Good vision too."

Soldier Boy smiles at that, clearly pleased with your approval. But his expression quickly changes to a frown when he remembers what else you were going to examine.

"What else are you going to do?"

"This depends. Do you feel any pain? Any pressure? twinge?"

You run your hands over his body, giving it a gentle squeeze, to see if maybe he could feel pain due to some muscle or bone damage.

Soldier Boy seems to tense up a little whenever you run your hands over him, but you can't tell if it's because it's uncomfortable or because he's liking it. But whatever the case, it's clear that your touch affects him in some way, and he quickly takes in a sharp breath each time you touch him, as if he's feeling quite a bit of sensation. He definitely doesn't seem to be feeling any pain, though.

"Yes or no?"

Soldier Boy thinks for a few seconds before finally answering your question.

"No. Nothing hurts. Everything feels pretty normal."

You just nod and pull out a syringe and an empty tube.

"Can I get some of your blood out?"

"Yeah, sure."

His tone is neutral and a bit uncaring as he holds his arm out to you. You can tell that he's not as wary about all that's going on as he was before, and he seems to actually trust you after this little examination. His expression returns to a smirk, seeming to be entertained by your efforts.

You take his arm, squeezing until you feel one of the veins, then you stick the needle into his blue vein. Soldier Boy seems to wince somewhat as you stick the needle in his vein, his face making a slight frown for just a second before he quickly regains his composure and his neutral expression. He doesn't flinch or even try to pull away from you, and he just seems to be patiently waiting for you to get this all over with.

You connect the tube with the needle and wait for the tube to fill with blood, then you take out the needle and close the tube carefully. You clean the hole in his arm with a cotton pad and put on a Homelander infant bandage.

Soldier Boy seems to be slightly amused at the band-aid, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead he just raises his eyebrows slightly and waits to see what you'll do next. You suddenly stand up and face him, your hands go to his neck and you move his neck a little.

"Any pain? Discomfort?"

Soldier Boy seems to tense up slightly when you touch his neck, but once again, it doesn't seem to be a feeling of pain, but rather of sensitivity. He almost seems to be enjoying the touch from you again, your hands were soft, he liked it, and you can see a slight grin on his face for a moment before he answers your question.

"No. Feels normal."

You take your hands off his neck and put the things back inside the briefcase. You take a small machine and pour his blood into a glass, letting the machine analyze it.

Soldier Boy waits patiently as you put the things back in your briefcase and run the analysis on his blood. He seems more than just a little bit curious as to what the results will be, but he's not expecting anything serious to come from it. He stays quiet and waits for your results.

After a few minutes the machine prints a paper with the results, you pick up the paper and start reading it. You read calmly without saying anything, and this seems to make him extremely anxious.

Soldier Boy continues to just wait patiently as you read the results, seeming to be waiting to see how this will go. The results from the paper will definitely decide whether he's ready to get back in the game or not. So he's keeping his mouth shut for now and just awaiting your verdict.

"...What is it? What does the paper say?"

Soldier Boy asks, starting to get a little impatient and anxious from not knowing the results yet. His scowl starts to return as he speaks.

"I think you're not Soldier Boy anymore."

You look at him, Soldier Boy's scowl almost immediately transforms into a look of pure shock. His eyes suddenly narrow and he starts standing up.

"What the hell do you mean I'm not Soldier Boy anymore?!!?"

His expression becomes one of pure anger at your remark. You decide to correct yourself quickly, remembering that he is a ticking time bomb and could destroy everything with the slightest amount of anger.

"You are the super soldier boy! Whatever the russians injected into you, it made you stronger than before."

His expression changes again to a smirk, this time, an amused one.

"Oh, so that's what it is- they made me stronger, huh? So that means I can get back to doing what I do best."

He says proud of himself.

"Exactly. And look, you've become fertile again. compound v made you infertile, but what russians injected in your body brought your fertility back."

Another change in his expression as his smirk once again grows large over his face.

"Wait, you're telling me that now I can actually have a kid again?"

He seems thrilled and excited at this discovery, his body language and tone indicating that he's quite pleased with these results, And a mischievous idea begins to run through his mind.

"You look great, better than ever. Your results are perfect!"

"Perfect results, huh?!"

Soldier Boy's scowl suddenly turns into a big grin. He seems to be very pleased with your assessment, but he's not quite convinced that he should completely trust you just yet. And he's definitely not going to let on just how happy he is to hear his fertility is back.

"So I'm better off than I've been in a long time, right?"

"Right. You've got what it takes to kill Homelander, and it looks like it's going to be an easy task."

Soldier Boy can't help but chuckle at the way you're talking about this as if it'll be some walk in the park. His smile is clearly amused but also showing his arrogance as he speaks

"And what about you? You think you can handle your part of this little task, as well?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it can't be all me, can it?"

He seems to be looking down at you as his tone and expression become more teasing with each word. He's enjoying this interaction, his whole body language turning flirtatious and playful.

"I'm not a supe. I will not fight Homelander."

"Awww, really?"

Soldier Boy seems almost disappointed by that answer.

"I feel like this is such a shame now."

A sly grin spreads across his face before he quickly takes a small step closer to you on the couch. His tone still remains playful but he's now closer to you than before.

"Honey, I'm the doctor of the group. I keep my partners alive and tend to all their injuries, but I'm still human. Homelander is 30x stronger than me, it would be suicidal to try to bust him. Believe me, I've tried."

Soldier Boy seems to chuckle at that.

"30x stronger than you? Sounds like a whole lot of talk. And you've tried to fight him before? What happened? Did you get your little ass handed to him?"

You roll your eyes, feeling disgusted by his comment.

"Well, he tried to take me to bed and I refused, and he almost blew my head off with those laser beams."

Soldier Boy once again bursts out with laughter, his amusement now turning to pure humor. He can't stop cackling at what you had said. You'd stare at him blankly as he burst into laughter, but it wasn't really funny at all.

"Wow...he tried to take you to bed? How charming of him. Almost blew your head off too? Well, you know what they say- girls like the "bad boys."

He finishes that last sentence off with an amused wink. If he wasn't a supe you would definitely have punched him in the face now. You sigh.

"Look.. Homelander isn't ugly, but he's still Homelander, the fucking supe psycho, and i don't even like blondes"

Soldier Boy arch his eyebrow.

"Oh, so you have a type, huh? What about me? Am I your type?"

Soldier Boy seems to just be enjoying messing with you as his expression and tone remain playful and flirtatious.

"Misogynistic, sexist, closed-minded guys don't interest me."

"You're pretty brave to talk to me like that, woman."

You lose your temper and get up from the couch with the exam paper still in hand.

"I need to show your exams to Butcher, he's going to like this"

Soldier Boy seems both amused and a bit concerned about your mention of Butcher. So he nods his head in understanding, although he's not about to let you off the room so easily.

"So, are you just going to run off and show Butcher right now? Because if you're about to leave, I've got something else I want to ask you..."

"Ask what, Soldier Boy?"

You look at him crossing your arms.

Soldier Boy smirks as he leans back a bit on the couch and gestures for you to come closer.

"Did you think I was going to let you leave like that?"

You look at him with confused and suspicious eyes. Once again, he's being quite playful and flirtacious in his tone and body language. Soldier Boy's smile only grows as you get closer to him. Once you're right next to him, he grabs your waist and pulls you even closer to him. Then he whispers softly to you in a very teasing tone,

"Oh, I wonder what it is that I could possibly want from you now..."

"Let me go."

You try to break free from him, but his big, strong hands keep you in place like you're a doll.

Soldier Boy leans in even closer and whispers to you again, this time keeping his hands firmly on your waist, pressing himself firmly up against you. His body language is still very playful and flirtatious, but he's not giving you any space to pull away or escape right now.

"So do you think you can guess what it is that I want from you now?"

"I'm not going to fuck with you!"

You say firm. Soldier Boy pulls you in closer yet again, still holding you by your waist. This time he whispers right into your ear very slowly and seductively, making no effort to hide the flirtatiousness of his tone.

"Oh really? You won't do anything at all with me?"

"Exactly! You heard me very well."

You try to take his hands off your waist again, a waste of time, as soon as he pulls you once again you end up falling on top of his lap, your hands go to his shoulders automatically and you stare at him with wide eyes.

Soldier Boy's smile grows even bigger from your reaction as you fall into his lap and your bare hands press up against him. He's still smiling and looking down at you in a way that is very flirtatious but also very intimidating, as if to say that you have no chance of escaping him now.

You try to stand up but he pulls you again, harder this time, losing his patience, you moan softly as your pelvis slams into his thighs in a strong way.

Soldier Boy lets out a low-pitched growl as you bump up against him, and the sound of your moan does nothing but further turn him on. Your body brushing up against his is sending shivers of pleasure through his bones, and he doesn't seem to want any of this to stop anytime soon. So he pulls you even closer yet again, still keeping his hands firmly on your waist.

"You say you don't want to, so why do I feel your panties soaking wet all over me?"

Soldier Boy's voice is low and predatory as he continues to pull you in even closer towards him, his whole body language now showing that he's enjoying this little encounter of yours. You feel your cheeks get red, he catched you, You try to get up again but he pulls you once again, this time holding you tight and keeping you in place.

"Be quiet."

His hands squeezed your waist tightly, as an act of possessiveness.

"You've examined me, now it's my turn, and i want to do it internally."

You didn't even have time to react before Soldier Boy pushed you against the couch and climbed on top of you, kissing you fiercely and aggressively, you in turn returned the kiss quickly, even though you knew it was wrong and that Butcher and M.M could come back at any moment. You couldn't deny it, as much as he had been imprisoned in Russia for years as a prisoner, he still had a great grip. His hands roamed your body and you surrendered right there to him, his strong hands ripped your blouse at once, exposing your breasts. Ben looked into your eyes as if he could see your soul and smile, his mouth quickly landed on your breast and you threw your head back and opened your mouth, surprised.

You pushed him back and started unzipping his pants belt like a ferocious animal, you had been sexless for a while, so that stimulation activated your libido on a total animalistic level, and Ben's as well. He stands up and turns you around at once, throwing you against the couch and kissing your lips fiercely, spreading your legs and fitting into the middle of them, her hand goes to his pants lowering it completely along with his underwear, Ben takes off his underwear in an impressive quick way and quickly fits his member into his entrance, thrusting himself at once into you, you two moan in unison, your arousal eases the act and makes it less painful and Ben takes advantage of it, beginning to move rapidly back and forth, making a wet noise echo through the silent room that was now only filled by this noise and sound of moans.

His face hides in your neck as he inhales your scent and you grab his strong and big back, your legs curl between his waist, squeezing him tighter to you, you wanted him. Ben was almost roaring like a lion from how excited he was, years without sex couldn't be bought for the months you were without.

"Do you like it, hm?"

He asks taking out your hair that was stuck to your forehead due to sweat, you couldn't even answer, you just nodded your head amidst moans. Ben closes his eyes and screams burying himself once and for all in you at once, making your legs tremble, you both breathe hard and he comes out of you after a few seconds, sitting on the couch, while you continue lying there gasping for breath, his forehead rests on your knee.

"I'm glad you let me know that now I can have children again."

He says and you widen your eyes, staring at him.

"What?!"

You ask in shock and he just winks at you, flashing that scoundrel smile again.

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[midastouch-zaza]

Freeuse Gahyeon. Sorry I can't be more eloquent, I just fucking need her getting fucked whenever-wherever.

You are not that type of boy who consider himself a "god in the bed" or similar, sure, you had some good perfomance, but you never expected to brainrot someone after fucking her too good, especially if that someone was an idol.

Now, for idols from less famous group is easier to date and have fun with less pubblic pression; and the situation of dreamcatcher was just perfect for that: big popularity overseas and way less in their country. No wonder that Gahyeon was so chill about approaching you in the club.

Probably the emotion of having sex with an artist you like made you overperform, keeping her awake all night, dicking her down until the first lights of the morning hit her body completely covered in sweat and your cum. So in the end she stayed at your home to sleep.

You didn't expect, when you woke up, to find her in the kitchen, making your breakfast still naked. "Good afternoon, Oppa, come eat something, you need to recover after last night", she said kindly, placing the food on the table. You were about to take the first bite when you felt your boxer being pulled down.

"Good morning to you too", she spoke to your shaft, kissing it passionately before engulfing it in her mouth. After cumming so much times last night, you had to grab the table to contain yourself, before eventually shooting your seed in her throat.

"Mmm, delicious, exactly like yesterday", she commented, resting her head on your thighs while looking at you with crazy and lustful eyes. Eventually she got dressed and left your house, but not before being sure her number was saved in your phone.

"Call me when you need to fuck. Or even when you want to fap. Or when if you're bored. I'm always ready to take that dick", she warned you, groping your genitals a last time and giving you a kiss on the cheek, before disappearing in the elevator.

Having to call someone everytime you were horny seemed like a burden, but why do not give it try? And that's exactly what you did, sending her a text two days later. "Oh my good, finally. I'm on my way", she texted you back.

And as if by magic, ten minutes later she was in front of your door, wearing just clothes quick to remove: an adherent t-shirt, enhancing her big boobs, a real short skirt, that was showing her booty cheeks, and flip-flop a, easy to kick away.

But the most important detail, that would have been constant in all your future meeting, was the had not on any bra or panty. You had just to lift her skirt and push it in whatever hole you preferred that time.

"Use me like a slut, Oppa, this body is your toy", she reminded you, shaking happily your ass, ready to take your full lenght. And you did: pushing roughly your fat cock in the ass of that hungry slut, ready to service you.

You were just ravaging her ass and she was loving every moment of it, drooling with her mouth open in the most nasty face. "Fuck me, this cock owns me, every single part of me is yours", she was screaming feeling your dick rearranging her guts.

And they way her holes always clenched so tightly around you, milking you out, not even a single drop could be wasted. But it doesn't matter if you had just finished to fuck her, she was immediately to go again, everything to have your cock inside.

Sometimes you were too tired to do anything, so you just asked her to whorship your member. From such a simple request she would go completely crazy: stroking your cock so fast that you had to stop her because your brain was not able to process so much pleasure.

Then she would have sucked your cock, and you could swear that now your dick was more inside her that in your underwear; the following step would have been a titjob, making the space between all boobs all sticky.

And in the end her favorite part: bouncing on your cock until her pussy would take the form of your girth. Letting you cum so much inside her that you start to think she has a breeding kink, because every time her tummy is so full.

[gwouinaelle]

Drawing inspired by the fic of @aliesafenlock "Her Heart is Fit for Home"!!

I love this fic so much and who doesn't need a bit of Susan!Danny in their life? And here's a close up because I'm kinda proud of their expressions:

The snippet that got me:

“Do you dance, Mrs. Danvers?”

Her reverie broken, the housekeeper scoffed at the unexpected question. “Who would want to dance with a withered-up old woman like me?”

“First of all, you are neither old nor withered,” Mrs. de Winter countered. “And secondly, I would! Very much,” she added with a smile.

“Madam.” Mrs. Danvers was taken aback. “Surely you’ve got better things to do with your time.”

“If my memory serves, I did not get to dance at the ball,” the young woman pointed out reasonably, “so you owe me at least one dance, Mrs. Danvers.”

I can't be seriously considering this, the housekeeper thought as she prepared a polite refusal, but her voice caught in her throat as she took in Mrs. de Winter looking at her expectantly. Her eyes were sparkling with hope, her hand extended in a silent invitation, and Mrs. Danvers felt her resolve evaporate. Suddenly, she couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing Mrs. de Winter today as she had done in the past.

“All right then,” she allowed softly. “Perhaps just this once.”

Mrs. Danvers took the young woman’s outstretched hand with some trepidation, expecting it to feel awkward and ungainly. She became acutely aware of how comfortably their bodies fit together as her free hand rested on Mrs. de Winter’s waist. Mrs. Danvers led instinctively and was relieved to find she still knew her way around a slow dance. Her initial reluctance gave way to a quiet joy as she watched her companion’s eyes gleam with delight. With every step they held each other a little closer, and the housekeeper began feeling light-headed.

The record wound down and their movements slowed, then finally stopped. They stood quietly in a gentle embrace, neither of them willing to break the spell and lose their closeness. In the silence, the air between them became charged with expectation. Mrs. de Winter lifted her eyes to study her companion’s face, finding it transformed from its rigid, severe beauty to looking achingly vulnerable. The young woman was suddenly overcome with a wave of affection so intense, she had to reach out and place her palm against Mrs. Danvers’ cheek.

[vulpixisananimal]

"So. . ."

(You were lying down on a couch. You were doing woodcarving; it was theraputic. Mirabelle had just come over from cleaning up and sat at the other end of the couch.)

"Hello Mirabelle, got any questions for your friendly star~"

(She tittered at that.) "Hehe, maybe a few. Even if it, might not matter much."

"Talking is still nice, ask away."

"Well. . ." (She thought for a second.) "Well are you, doing ok?"

"???" (That took you by surprise. You were expecting something about how the loops worked, or where they came from.) ". . . I'm, well I'm doing great! We've only been doing this for a few loops and that's practicaly No time at all~"

"W-well, I suppose, but I meant more in general."

(You paused carving.) "Hmm?"

"Well, Siffrin said you showed up soon after we beat the King. And, well, I was wondering, has it been alright? I-I mean, sharing a body with Sif and all. A-and like, since we didn't know you were around did we do something that made you-"

"Oh hush Mirabelle." (You twirl your dagger casually.) "It was a lovely time in Bambouche, really! The beach was just so nice, it was a good way to meet Nille too! No need to explain the whole being a star thing~"

"I guess so. . ."

"I will say, as much as I like Stardust," (You lower your tone to a dramatic one.) "Sharing a head with them is agony sometimes."

(She giggles again.) "Is it really that hard? Or. ."

"It's complicated. So, so complicated." (You thougt for a moment.) "Talking to eachother is like. . . Almost like someone else is having thoughts in your own head. And you have thoughts back. It can be hard to tell whos thoughts are whos, but you can 'talk' very fast."

"Because you're just thinking to eachother?"

"In a way~" (You tap your chin with your knife.) "It's hard to explain, but I might to better a better job next time, tee hee~"

(Another giggle.) "It makes some sense, I think."

"From what I've read it's a very complex disorder." (Odiles voice. You turn, she was finding a place to sit down.) "Each person experiences it differently too."

"Complex doesn't even start to describe it. . ." (You decide to just put away your carving.) "Headaches are almost constant."

"With how Siffrin thinks? Well I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

"Oh the burdens we must bare."

"What burdens are we bareing today?" (It was Isabeau walking in now.)

"The big furry types of course~"

"Ha! Haha!"

"Well you two have something in common."

"Tee hee~"

(You sat up and made room or Isabeau on the couch. He sat down and talked.) "Bonnie and Nille are just putting some leftovers away." (He looked over at Mirabelle.) "You're sure there's no bruising? Bonnie still has a headache."

(. . .)

"I'm positive, I double and tripple checked."

(For the love of Stars will you just tell me what I missed already?!? CLEARLY something happened you're not telling me.)

(I will not tell you.)

(You are infuriating.)

"Kid probably just needs a lie down." (Isa comments.)

"Once this is over we all do." (You say, you still felt exhausted from all this time craft. Will you at least tell me when we're out of this blinding loop?)

(I can agree to that.)

"Speaking of such. Would you mind if we try talking to Stardust now?" (Odile asked.)

(You nod.) "If ever there was a time for it~"

". . . So how do we do this?" (Asked Mirabelle.)

"Well, first I'll get Siffrin back here. It might get a bit confusing for us but don't worry about that~" (You thought for a moment.) "Although, Isabeau, if that mind craft is still afflicting Siffrin, could you try making sure he doesn't do anything stupid?"

"Uh, alright! I think I can do that."

"I'd like to ask Siffrin the questions if that's alright." (Odile had gotten up from her seat and walked over.)

"Of course, and Mirabelle if you could. . ."

"Morale support?" (She suggested.)

"Morale support!"

"Perfect, moral support it is."

(Alright. . . Siffrin. . .)

(You breath in, and out. Stardust, where just where are you Stardust. You were forced out quite abruptly, but you could come back with. . . The thoughts of Isabeau? No no, something bad maybe? Probaly not. What about his favorite foods? Oh well they did love that Pan Au Chocolate-)

(Huh?)

(You feel a bit dizzy. There you are Stardust~)

(Loop? What happened. I was forced out of front by Mal du Pays, I didn't remember much afterwards. You're here because they want to ask you a few questions. Yes? Why though?)

(They're worried about you. Something happened. So if you don't mind. . .)

(You blink a few times, you had a mild headache but it cleared fast.) "Uh. . ."

"Siffrin?" (Huh? Or Mirabelle was at your side. Isabeau and Odile too.)

(You rub your head.) "Hi uh. . . What happened?"

(Mirabelle glanced over to Odile, who started talking.) "Are you feeling alright, Siffrin?"

"Dazed, headache, confused. Did something happen??"

"I'm getting to that." (Odile continued.) "Do you remember what happened?"

"Uhm. . . I was talking to Ramos? Yeah, yeah Ramos came over to see Isabeau."

(You glance between the three of them. Loop what's going on?)

(Mental check in, Stardust.)

"And what did you talk about."

"It was. . . Right! We were chatting about our adventures, how we met Isabeau, and uh. . ."

(You glance at Isa as Odile continues.) "What else?"

"Well, well, they were curious if Isabeau mentioned them at all." (Why was it so hard to remember?)

"And you said. . ."

(You smiled.) "I said 'of course he did!'"

(. . .Stars.)

(Huh? Did you say something wrong? They all looked worried. Isabeau spoke up.) "Are. . . Are you sure Sif?"

"Positive, right?" (You think hard.) "Because. . . Because you talked about them helping you for the Defenders exams?"

(Isabeau looked. . . Sad? What was going on?!?)

"That, didn't happen, Siffrin." (Odile said.) "I'm, sorry but that's not true."

"Huh?!?"

(You could feel your breathing quicken. What do they mean??? Ramos was, was Isabeaus best friend, right? Hadn't you been excited to see them?!? That's why you came here in the first place right???)

(You have a headache. What was going on?!? No, no Ramos was your friend right?)

"Siffrin?" (You turn to Isabeau, he was holding out a hand. You grab it and squeeze. He doesn't even flinch.) "It's. . . Well, just take a breath first, ok? With me? Just like you showed us, right?"

(Right, right, just breathe. In. . . . and Out. . .)

(Feeling better, Stardust?)

(No, yes, maybe. Just. I'm just confused.) "Alright, alright, please tell me what happened, please."

"Siffrin, well, Ramos isn't really, a good person right now, I think." (You turn to Mirabelle as she continues.) "They, well, Loop told us that they've been effecting people with Mind Craft. You included."

(??????????)

(It's a craft type that effects ones memories, ones mind. Your perception of Ramos has been altered, Stardust.)

(Odile talking now.) "It should be reversable, but from what I know it might be more difficult as it may be powered by a wish. If that's the case it could. . ."

"It would just take a while!" (Mira jumps in.) "But! The good news is Loop isn't effected?"

(Your breathing is getting heavy again. What? But, Ramos was a big figure in Isabeaus life, right? There where all those stories! Like, like.)

(You cannot remember.)

(It's a trick, Stardust~ A nasty one at that.)

(You lean into Isabeau, you feel lightheaded.) "A-are you sure? I, I mean. . ." (It. . . It was really hard to believe. You had this feeling, this instinct, that Ramos was a friend, the best, the. . .)

"Sorry Sif." (Isa gently put a hand on your head. You didnt flinch.) "We'll get this figured out, ok?"

". . . Promise?"

"I promise!"

"Of course I promise!" (Mirabelle chimed in.)

"I don't want to see what happens when your memory gets worse. I promise we'll figure it out." (Odile adds.)

(You nod. And sigh.) ". . . Thank you."

(Your head hurts. Loop, can you, can you please just deal with this?)

(Of course Stardust~ It might be better since-)

(Because Ramos might still be able to effect me. Yeah. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone.)

(You breathe in, and out. And in the future, you can take over in a pinch if needed, ok?)

(Same back to you. stars, even for Mal too. Just in case.)

(Thank you.)

(. . . . .)

[You got the Memory of Switching! When equipped, this will make it easier for you to switch out with your headmates, even durring battle!]

(You pause a second before moving. Isabeau is comfortable, he's got a hand on your head. No need to pull away immediatly.)

(Is now really the time?)

(Hush you. Stardust's gone now, let me have this.)

(You took one more second before getting up and stretching.) "Well! That was quite enlightening~"

"Loop?"

"Yes yes, Stardust decided to go for now, didn't trust themself to act rational."

"Aww. . ." (Isabeau awkwardly rubbed his side.) "I can't imagine how he must be feeling."

"Now where have I heared that before." (Odile adds, going back to her own seat.)

"We miss anything?" (It was Nille, she and Bonnie where walking in.)

"Just checked in on Siffrin." (Odile sighs.) "Unfortunatly, the mind craft stuck."

"Crab" (Nille sat down on the ground.)

"Stupid Crabbing mind crab" (Bonnie stormed over to a chair and sat down.)

"Language."

(You laugh.) "You'll never get Bonbon to stop swearing at this rate."

"Oh I will!" (She replied, rolling her eyes.)

"Nuh uh!" (Bonnie stuck out their tongue.)

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!!!"

"Yuh huh or you a stupid face."

"YOU'RE a stupid face!"

"Gasp!! Bonnie! How could you! Your own Sister!"

(You fail to hold in your laughter.)

(Why couldn't ever day be this simple.)

[brokenpieces-72]

Mothers n Monsters

With Mother's Day coming up I figured I would include some wholesomeness involving the Hybrid 141. The following is inspired by @bluegiragi 's Hybrid au and includes @diejager 's reader character Hunter.

Mother's Day is something you are still new to since it was a holiday your biological parents didn't bother with. When you were in the program some of the other hybrids found mother figures in their retainers and mentors.

When it gets brought up in conversation and you learn more you start to wonder who exactly your mother is. Johnny's mom is definitely in there since she took you in. Hunter, you consider a parent because of how they've taken care of you in many ways, and not just you but the entirety of the 141. The last one you think of is Laswell since she'd been talking to you quite a bit to get information back to the program and keep you safe.

The question is... what do you do for each of them?

You ask Johnny for help with Mother's Day with his mother. Johnny often goes into whatever city is nearby and sends a few souvenirs to his mom, whether it's some trinkets, ingredients or even some alcohol. With it, he writes a letter, and you write one too. When the package arrives his mother smiles seeing the usual letter from her son, saying he's happy and grateful to have someone waiting for him to come home every day. What she isn't expecting is a second letter from you, and the adoption papers fully signed. In the letter, you tell her how happy you are to have a family not just on base but one waiting for you in Scotland. You've written about so many of the things you've done and all the things you're excited to do. You thank he for everything, letting you stay with them during the holidays, the extra clothes, and for becoming your new mother. She smiles reading through both letters, before finally looking inside the care package, seeing more than just knickknacks and the bottle of alcohol. You've left some drawings for her as well, of flowers you'd found and places you'd been.

Hunter is a bit harder. They're the kind of person who will say, "I don't need/want anything". You don't know what to get them so once again, you go around asking for help. Of course, you go to Johnny first, and he's a little confused at first. To his knowledge, Hunter doesn't have kids but when you explain your reasons that Hunter is kind of like a mom, he understands a bit better. Johnny has to think about it as well. He suggests coffee, as does Kyle. It's not a bad idea. You go to Price and ask him, and honestly he isn't sure himself. He settles with your help in the infirmary is probably enough. Next, you ask Simon. He also isn't sure but if he had to guess, probably less work needed to be done in the infirmary. Horangi straight up shrugs, not sure how to answer the question, though he figures that a massage or a few nights off would be a pleasant luxury. Konig did actually plan on getting Hunter something small for Hunter, not necessarily as a Mother's Day gift, but as a small thank you. A couple of chocolates couldn't hurt. You get Alejandro's input and it's one you can agree with, which is ensuring any and all prep work and inventory is completed ahead of time.

Rudolfo gives you a great idea though, the one you ask him for help with. Like Hunter, Rudolfo is human so he knows the drawbacks of being a human among many hybrids. You get one of those mugs, but make a custom label for it, and a bag of Hunter's favourite coffee and tea. For the next few days, you go to the other soldiers in the medbay to ask for their help in getting inventory and prep work done ahead of time, and they show you how to do all of it. When Hunter wakes up on Mother's Day they stretch, get out all of the sleepiness, and head over to the infirmary to get to work. When they get to the coffee machine they find the small gift and a small note. The note says, "Happy Mother's Day Hunter, I've gotten the prep work done in the infirmary the night before so you can have the morning to yourself. Enjoy." Hunter looks at the label on the mug and it says "The Beast".

Finally, there was Laswell, and once again you were a little stumped. You didn't know what she liked. Price is your go-to for this question, and he isn't entirely sure himself. He too, doesn't entirely understand the whole mom perception until you explain it. Not sure what else to suggest, he suggests you ask Laswell yourself.

Laswell comes to see you. These visits have become a bit more regular, to ensure the program has no reason to take you back. When you sit with her and go over the usual questions of, how are you, are you eating well, is everything going well on base, etc, you ask her what she would want for Mother's Day. The question catches her off guard a bit.

"Mother's Day? Spirit I'm not a mother." Laswell clarifies.

"You kind of are." You say. Laswell decides to humour you.

"How?" She asks.

"You always make sure we're okay on base, and have everything we need. You watch over us on missions, you come by to check in with me and make sure I'm okay. You've stood up for me before. When I saw my mother, and told you, you immediately called the program to tell them off for not telling us sooner." You explain. Laswell consider it for a moment and she gives you a smile. She didn't think of it like that, and honestly, she figured it was just part of the job and not much else.

"I think hearing all of that is enough for me." She tells you. "Thank you."

Note: Hey just wanted to chime in and wish y'all a good Mother's Day. I hope you're all doing well, and remember to take care of yourselves.

[television-overload]

of our own making

(an X-Files fanfic)

Chapter 19/34 - open road

[Read on AO3]

He's quiet on the flight home from California. For once, though, his silence doesn't feel dark and brooding. It feels… peaceful. Pensive.

He carries that mood with him as they pull up to the hospital where his mother is staying. Scully can tell the nurses are wary of him, expecting the volatile man they'd encountered before, but he stays out of their way. He waits patiently while they check her vitals and doesn't demand answers or anything from them. He sits down in the chair beside her bed and quietly grabs his mother's hand, a sentinel at her side. The heart monitor beeps slowly but steadily, a sound they're unfortunately more than familiar with. Right now, it's reassuring, even as her condition stays the same.

At the ringing of her cell phone, Mulder perks up, as if woken from a trance. He glances at Scully with a questioning look, and she shakes her head. It's probably just Skinner checking in, she can take care of it on her own. 

She decides to give them some privacy and take the call out in the hallway where she won’t be disturbing anyone. With one last glance at the two of them, she steps out of the room, pressing the button to answer the call the moment she’s alone.

-.-.-

She hears him join her in the hall a few minutes later, the soft click of the door behind her signaling his presence. He says nothing, but his mere proximity is loud and distracting by itself. Out of necessity, she tunes him out, covering her other ear so she can focus instead on the conversation over the phone.

“I’m– We’re so happy to hear that, you have no idea,” she says. Unable to resist the pull of his stare, she flicks her eyes up to his briefly before forcing them back to the boring patch of wall she'd chosen in the distance. “We were really in need of some good news, and this is the best I can imagine. Thank you,” she finishes.

The answer on the other end is muffled, but she knows it's loud enough that Mulder will be able to overhear.

“Congratulations, Dana. You and Fox best start making some preparations.”

His sharp intake of breath nearly does her in, but she manages to end the call calmly and politely before turning to him. This is awful timing. As much as they’d needed this good news, she can’t help but feel that with everything going on, it’s just too much at once. How much can a person, or even two, handle before they just can’t do it anymore?

“Was that—” he starts, and she finds herself already with tears in her eyes, unable to do anything about it.

Nodding, she says, “She picked us,” her chin wobbling slightly against her will. His eyes flash in recognition. “They said, um—” she shakes her head as if that will help loosen her thoughts. “They said that Krista really liked us, and she wants us to be her baby's parents.”

Mulder stands frozen in shock and disbelief while Scully sniffles, wiping her cheeks quickly as if that could hide the fact that she's crying. Eventually, he snaps out of it enough to step airily toward her, and as soon as he's within arm’s reach, she buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his middle.

It takes a moment for him to reciprocate, but she feels his hands land delicately on her back. The contact, as minimal as it is, must bring him to his senses, because his tentative hold on her quickly grows stronger. His cheek presses insistently against the top of her head, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights his own oncoming wave of emotion. She pulls him tighter just as he does the same, and it's overwhelming in every way possible.

“Oh, Scully,” he says, choking the words out past a lump in his throat. His lips press against her hair, and it's only by sheer force of will that she doesn't break down into shoulder-shaking sobs right here in this hospital hallway. His hand rubs comforting circles on her shoulder blade. “You're gonna be a mom,” he says.

His words strike her, as if this were the first time she's realizing it. Just this once, she gives herself permission to believe it, to imagine motherhood as her future. She pushes away any negative thoughts, deciding to live in the moment. The possibility that the birth mother will change her mind isn't something she wants to consider for even a second. She’s happy. Actually, really happy, and she wants to soak it all in.

She pulls back to look at her partner, and finds him with a look of utter awe on his face. She doesn't bother to conceal her tears anymore. She can see them mirrored in his eyes, so why should she even try?

For one wild moment, she thinks of kissing him. Her eyes flick to his pouty bottom lip, and it seems unfathomable to not celebrate this victory with such a gesture. She sighs, feeling herself start to give in as she leans toward him, drifting imperceptibly closer.

The sudden blaring of an alarm inside Teena Mulder’s hospital room puts a swift end to anything that might have been about to happen. She freezes, every muscle in her body tensing at once as her head snaps in the direction of the sound. The smile leaves Mulder’s face in an instant, and she follows right on his heels as he throws open the door to the room in a panic.

“What's happening?” he asks, looking every bit the frightened and worried son he is. Scully rushes to Teena's side, examining her with her doctor's eyes. It only takes a moment for her to come to a conclusion.

Her shoulders relax.

“She’s waking up,” she announces, just as the nurses run into the room. They make quick work of removing the invasive tubes, clearing the way for the doctor to come check on her. Her eyelids twitch rapidly, and Scully grips Mulder’s hand tightly to keep him from interfering with the doctor’s work.

“Mrs. Mulder? Can you hear me, Mrs. Mulder?” the doctor says. Teena groans, and when Scully chances a look at Mulder, he’s biting his lip, showing remarkable restraint, all things considered. The doctor throws a look over his shoulder and Scully takes that as their cue. Squeezing Mulder’s hand once, she pushes him forward, granting him the permission he needs with a steady nod.

He makes his way to the opposite side of the bed as the doctor and scoops his mother’s hand up in his.

“Mom?” he says, his voice small and hopeful. Her thumb gives a jolt, but her eyes still don’t open.

“Keep talking to her,” the doctor advises. “Let her hear your voice.”

“Mom, I found her,” he speaks. “I found Samantha.”

Teena groans again, her head lolling a bit to the left, toward Mulder. “Ss’mantha,” she mumbles, and Mulder’s lips pull back in a wobbly smile. 

“Yeah, Samantha,” he says. “I know what happened to her. Where she is now, she’s okay. She’s not in pain. She’s happy.”

The doctor takes a step back, his involvement, for now, not needed.

“Fox…” Teena says, a frown forming on her face. Her brows furrow as she forces her eyelids open, just enough to see him in front of her. “How?” she asks.

He places a hand on her cheek, drawing her eyes to his. Scully can see the relief painted on his face plain as day. He lets out a breath at the sight of her, as she grows more alert with every passing second. “I know you wanted me to stop looking, but I needed to know. The case I was working… there was a link to it after all.”

There’s a spark in Teena Mulder’s eyes, just a flash, but unmistakable. Scully would know the look anywhere, she’s seen it enough times on Mulder’s face.

Determination.

“Tell me,” she says, her voice weak. 

Mulder opens his mouth to answer her, but before he can, Scully rushes forward and grabs his shirt sleeve. “Mulder—” she says in warning.

He looks up at her, a question in his eyes.

She shakes her head. There’s no telling what this news will do to Teena in this state. It could trigger a panic attack or even cardiac arrest. She tells him as much. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to—”

“Tell…me…” Teena orders, forcing out the words between labored breaths. For the first time in years, her eyes meet Scully’s, and she sees the disdain for her interference on the woman’s face.

Taking her cue, she releases her hold on Mulder and steps back, lowering her head. Mulder turns his attention back to his mother, holding tight to her frail hand.

“The smoking man had her,” he begins softly. Teena closes her eyes and mutters a curse. “He kept her on a remote military base and subjected her to testing. She couldn’t remember us or much of her life before, but… she missed us. She—” He pauses to collect himself, and Teena’s hand weakly lifts his chin, urging him to continue. “She ran away—she escaped—when she was fourteen. She ended up in a hospital, couldn’t even tell them her name. The men who had her would have taken her again, but she disappeared, just like Amber Lynn LaPierre.” He takes a deep breath, an infinitesimal smile pulling at his lips. “The universe spared her,” he says with finality. “She left this life peacefully. She’s free.”

Teena absorbs this information solemnly for a moment, and then with some effort, inclines her head in a jolted nod. The tension in her shoulders slowly and visibly lessens, and she squeezes Mulder’s hand once before letting go.

“I’m sorry, Fox,” she says, looking up at him sadly. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,” he says, stopping her. “It’s over. It’s behind us.”

She nods again, a small, stiff smile forming.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he continues. “You scared me.”

“I’m s—”

“Don’t apologize,” he says, stopping her. “I know.”

She looks at him appraisingly, searching for something, then allows her eyes to fall shut, apparently satisfied with whatever she’d seen. She grows tired quickly, but that’s to be expected. Mulder stands up from his chair and leans over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and brushing away strands of her nearly white hair.

“I… I love you, Mom. Please don’t go anywhere. Not yet. I’m not ready to be—” he chokes, his final words getting lost somewhere in his throat. “We’ll figure this out. Just please, don’t go.”

Teena breathes a sigh.

“Okay.”

-.-.-

Scully is silent on the drive home. He watches her as she drives, taking the rare opportunity to really observe her from the passenger seat. Her reflection is visible in the window, lit up by the colorful lights of the display on the dashboard. He suspects she’s holding back, wary of upsetting him or overwhelming him, but in truth, he’s fine. Far more ‘fine’ than he’s been in a long time, in fact.

He hasn’t forgotten the call she’d received in the hallway at the hospital. And he very much doubts that she has, either. He can practically hear her thoughts running haywire in that beautiful brain of hers, even if she’s keeping quiet out of some misguided sense of worry for him.

It’ll have to be him to bring it up, then.

“So, how about that phone call, huh?” he starts, aiming for casual and probably failing miserably.

Smooth, Mulder.

Her arched eyebrow and sideways glance confirm his suspicions, but he catches the smile quirking at her lips nonetheless. He loves when she smiles at him like that.

“How about it?” she asks, turning the question right back on him, which he should have seen coming.

“It’s, uh– pretty cool, yeah?”

Scully chuckles softly, shaking her head. “That’s all you have to say?” she asks.

“You gotta give me something, Scully. I’m trying here.”

She rolls her eyes, her smile widening in spite of her efforts to mute it.

“It’s great, Mulder. It’s everything we were hoping for.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. He can’t help but notice that there seems to be a silent ‘but’ at the end of her sentence though. Knowing this, he prompts her to continue. “But…”

She sighs, perhaps a little bothered that he can read her so easily. “But… I can’t help but wonder if this is… bad timing. I mean, with your mother… Samantha… Are– are we ready for this, Mulder?”

‘Are you ready for this?’ he hears.

He glances serenely at the mostly open road ahead. It forms a straight line as far as the eye can see, pointing them in the direction of D.C. He brings his fingers up to rescue hers from their white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, intertwining them with his on top of the center console.

“It’s time,” he says resolutely. “It’s time to get out of the car, Scully. I’m ready to be a father.”

She doesn’t look at him, and he wonders for a moment if he’s said the wrong thing, done something to mess all of this up without meaning to. But then he catches the glint of tears pooling in her eyes, and he understands. He presses his lips together, waiting patiently as she pulls the car to the side of the road, the tires rumbling over the strip as it slows to a stop.

Only when she turns to face him does he dare to speak again.

“I’m ready,” he says again. “I really am.”

Her eyes search his purposefully, shining brilliantly even in the low light. His smile comes easily along with this new wave of contentment he’s riding. If only he could convince her that it’s true, that he really does mean what he’s saying.

“Even if it means stepping back from the X-Files?” she asks, her mouth slightly downturned in a frown. “I know what you said before, but Mulder—”

“Even then,” he affirms, not even allowing her to finish her thought. “I’m serious, let’s get out of the car. Figuratively and literally.”

He grins, his hand abruptly letting go of hers and landing on the clasp of his seatbelt. He clicks it open, and before she has time to react, he’s flinging open the passenger side door, feeling ridiculously giddy. They still have a ways to go before they’re home. What’s a few minutes to stretch their legs and look at the stars?

Her head appears over the top of their vehicle, and once again, he marvels at the fact that she’ll follow him anywhere, even when he’s doing something completely nonsensical.

“Mulder, what are you doing?” she asks, giving him precisely the reaction he was expecting and hoping for. Her predictability is somehow a comfort to him. It’s just one of the many reasons he adores her.

As she approaches, he draws her in, catching her off guard with an arm around her waist, the other gathering her hand in his.

“I’m dancing with the future mother of my child, that’s what I’m doing,” he says nonchalantly as he begins to sway to the music of night insects and the distant hum of traffic. “What about you?”

Her gaze locks on his, studying him intently in a way that makes him feel like she knows his every secret. Maybe even the secret, the one that would probably be really good to tell her one of these days.

“I guess I’m… wondering how I ever got so lucky,” she says finally, swaying with him by the dim light of the moon and the headlights of their 1993 Chevy Impala.

His heart feels liable to pound its way out of his chest at the dreamlike way she says those words. ‘Lucky’ isn’t the first word he’d expect her to apply to the serendipitous intertwining of their respective lives, but it’s certainly the one he would choose, if asked.

“I’d say we should open an X-File,” he says, spinning her once before pulling her back in, “but that won’t be our job for much longer.”

He’ll miss it—of course he will—and he knows Scully is feeling the same way as him. But this is the right step forward. He’s never been so certain of something in his life.

“Might be a worthwhile case to start the new guys out with,” she says. “Although I think it’s one that will have to remain unsolved.”

“I don’t know,” he says, his eyes trailing down to her lips. “I think someday, the answer might come to us.”

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In TFA Silver Aid, how/what her reactions to Sari becomes Techno-organic and also to Wasp becomes Waspinator?

What would be these 3 relationship/ dynamic?

In a nutshell...

2 scenarios for Sari.

In the scenario were she is there for the big reveal, Silver Aid is taking Sari straight into her arms.

Silver refuses to talk to Issac or hear from Optimus right now. She knows its a bit childish, but this... this was a big part of Sari's identity and her father hid it from her.

Silver Aid is going to be staying at the Plant for a couple of days if Sari wants her to stay. Megatron will understand.

She does tell Optimus to back off in trying to reunite the two family memebers immedately. Sari needs time to fully process and accept this being her new reality.

I mean, what would happen if Silver Aid didn't accept her new reality?

Sari feels a bit more connected to the Spider bot, being the older techno organic and having learned some of the ropes by now.

In the scenario where Silver isn't present, it comes off as just as huge shock as the first.

Mainly because she was expecting a flying techno organic Sari crying into her chassis as soon as she left the base.

Silver Aid makes sure to ping Optimus that Sari was with her, but to not come, she would drop Sari off when she felt better. The medic had a feeling her friend was a part of this.

Silver Aid held Sari that night carefully rocking her back and forth while absolutely fuming.

Sari spends 2 nights at the base before Silver decides to take her back.

She makes sure to say her two cents on the subject to Isaac and Optimus hen she gets there.

Sari is always welcomed to call her or fly up to the base and have a sleepover when things get too much.

Silver Aid cries when she sees Wasp.

Her tiny friend was tiny no more.

Waspinator refuses to leave Silver Aid alone after he finds her.

The two do talk about Meltdown when the subject gets brought up.

She makes sure to say her thanks to her fellow techno organic for having a part in saving her life.

She promises to visit every other week and offers a home on Dinobot Island.

Waspinator hesitates a bit, but she reminds him that he doesn't have to if he doesn't feel ready yet.

With that he gives one last hug before disappearing into the brush.

They'll meet again one day.

[skaruresonic]

So the latest discourse is that saying that Sonic isn't a hugger and his clingy behavior towards Shadow in Prime is proof of how much the fandom loves to complain about the smallest things. In fact, "yall say Sonic should be free but yall don't want him to do anything".

I find it fascinating. One, the language that implies that fans who say "no Sonic wouldn't do X because it's OOC" are actively stifling a person's freedom. My dudes, Sonic is a character, not a real person. Please don't conflate the two.

Second... this is the same fandom that has been crying for 10 years that Shadow is being written terribly. That now he's just Vegeta, that he's nothing like he used to be, that his Boom portrayal was a travesty, that his prickliness towards Sonic is completely wrong because he has always respected him, really, go play SA2 where he was at his peak!

Why is Shadow's perceived character defended so staunchly, but defending Sonic's character comes off as restricting the freedom of the very character?

It's as if Sonic, to these fans, simply doesn't have a personality in the first place. He can be whatever we want him to be. Shadow, on the other hand, can only be how he used to be in a game 20 years old now, because we loved that one.

So the latest discourse is that saying that Sonic isn't a hugger and his clingy behavior towards Shadow in Prime is proof of how much the fandom loves to complain about the smallest things. In fact, "yall say Sonic should be free but yall don't want him to do anything".

If we're gonna treat Sonic like he's a real person, it's only fair to respect his boundaries, no? Why should your desire to see him be cuddly supersede his boundaries? Would you do that to a real person?

Ofc the better retort would be "Sonic is a fictional character with an established character and you're misconstruing his love of freedom to suit your flanderization; pull your head out of your ass," but since this argument was made in bad faith, you gotta meet it where it lives.

People have been misinterpreting Sonic's whole attitude towards freedom to justify OOC non-game portrayals. First they insisted that Sonic has some dutiful love for the platonic ideal of freedom and that was why he always showed his enemies mercy. Now they're saying "you won't let Sonic do anything," as if fans are physically preventing poor third-party creators like Prime's showrunners from creating Peak Sonic(tm) by... criticizing Sonic's behavior after the fact. Because that's totally how reality works.

No, Patrick. Just because Sonic is "like the wind" doesn't mean any and all behavior is automatically in-character for him.

I suppose tomorrow's discourse will contend that Sega should let Sonic take the fattest rip off that bong because ST put a gag drawing of Classic smoking cigarettes on the break room door thirty years ago.

lol 420 blaze it

Anyway, if you look at the games, you'll find that Sonic isn't actually that touchy-feely. He rarely, if ever, hugs other people, but is typically the party being hugged instead. And he is usually portrayed as awkward or uncomfortable: he doesn't know what to do with his arms.

While some may argue that Frontiers!Sonic now feels "comfortable" enough to put a hand on Amy while she clings to him, he isn't... exactly reciprocating? He only seems to feel comfortable being glomped on when focusing on his other friends:

He's still not looking at Amy, he's looking at Tails lmao. More like he's just waiting for her to finish because he's come to expect getting glomped for long periods of time.

Whenever Sonic "touches" someone who initiates contact, he usually holds them at arm's length.

This is how he holds his best friend in the entire world, the second half of the Unbreakable Bond. If not even Tails is exempt from the junior prom dance rule, what makes folks think Sonic would act even chummier towards Shadow of all people?

Besides, I'm sure Game!Shadow's reaction to Sonic even attempting to hug him would be

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Second... this is the same fandom that has been crying for 10 years that Shadow is being written terribly. That now he's just Vegeta, that he's nothing like he used to be, that his Boom portrayal was a travesty,

It's really bizarre. I swear this is the only fandom where the main characters' IC behavior is derided as OOC purely because it doesn't gel with the fanon fandom has built up in their heads. Mostly because we've fostered this environment of "the games suck" through a constant background radiation of disparagement, with such messages seeping through every pore of Sonic fan spaces as:

1.) "Sonic is inconsistent" 2.) "the series was never good" 3.) "the Sega-Sonic character design standard is too generic and cookie-cutter" 4.) "the games are incapable of being as complex or as deep as [insert spinoff media here]" 5.) "Sonic is a static character [and therefore that's bad]" 6.) "Sonic vs. Eggman is boring and routine" 7.) "game purists think the games and/or Sega can never be criticized."

that his prickliness towards Sonic is completely wrong because he has always respected him, really, go play SA2 where he was at his peak!

Thus, the conundrum of being an SA2 fan in a day and age where fewer and fewer who hype it up have proven they've played it, much less understand the game's themes. I get stuck between this rock and hard place of being just as tired of the overhype, yet being forced to admit over and over again that I acknowledge my favorite Sonic game it isn't nearly as unimpeachably Peak(tm) as everyone portrays it so people won't think I'm... for lack of a better term, the kind of SA2 fan who thinks SA2!Shadow is the GOAT. Battle!Shadow is the GOAT and nothing anybody says can change my mind. None of you fake-ass Shadows ever said anything nearly as metal as "This is the final voice of the last war machine," have you? I thought not

It can't be understated how much Gerald's brainwashing mitigates SA2!Shadow's portrayal. Although it doesn't completely invalidate the entire portrayal, it does beg questions of how much he was driven by forces outside his control.

While there are aspects of SA2!Shadow's character worth genuine analysis, people exaggerate his better qualities while ignoring or downplaying his less palatable traits (traits he displays in later portrayals as well), like the showboating and arrogance. And like I always say with Shadow, you can't cut him up into pieces like that. You have to accept the whole, rough edges and all.

It also doesn't escape my notice that SA2!Shadow advocates imply the only time Shadow ever had a "good" portrayal was before he underwent character development, which is another stereotype of us SA2 fans: that we perpetually huff nostalgia think the past is better simply for being the past.

Meanwhile, I've been saying for years that I would love for someone, anyone, to give Shadow something to do that has nothing to do with the ARK. That's why my first reaction upon hearing about SxS Gens was to headdesk. You have a character who's all about forging his own path and moving on, yet you're always sticking him in the same goddamn hamster wheel. Why.

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Why is Shadow's perceived character defended so staunchly, but defending Sonic's character comes off as restricting the freedom of the very character?

It's as if Sonic, to these fans, simply doesn't have a personality in the first place. He can be whatever we want him to be. Shadow, on the other hand, can only be how he used to be in a game 20 years old now, because we loved that one.

Tbqh, I don't think it's fair to pit Sonic and Shadow against each other like that because the entire cast, really, is being gutted by a fandom that insists the games have nothing of substance to respect. God knows people make shit up for Shadow and claim it has canonical basis too. And, you know, sometimes they don't even bother to do that - they just make things up simply because they figure the tropes that are good enough for other franchises must be good enough for Sonic as well. Looking at you, "Shadow was tortured on the ARK."

Sonic, Shadow, Eggman, Rouge, Cream, Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Silver... Most, if not all, the core cast has it bad these days. And I don't think this fanonization is going to get any better unless there's a change in fandom culture. Not until people stop thinking of the games as inferior and game purists as the no-fun-allowed fiction police.

[liannelara-dracula]

Based on the hcs about how they behave in school, the little beef between Ruki and Reiji got me thinking 🧐

Hcs about they finding out that they like the same girl, but in the end she doesn't really care too much about neither of they and just interacts with them because she's polite? (She doesn't know about this beef between them, neither knows that they both like her and just think they're being friendly or smth)

Like, a girl that is a model student and etc but is very oblivious to their feelings, and is very difficult to impress?

Hi love,

This is a really good idea. I like it, I think it will be fun. Thanks for the idea anon.

-Liannelara

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Ruki & Reiji like the same Woman (hcs)

They are both trying their damn hardest to gain your attention.

And they not only don’t get along but when you came into the picture, everything was a competition.

Of course, these two wouldn’t make it obvious like Ayato and Kino that they are trying to get your attention or that something is going on between them.

They are very discreet men and can come off a little dry.

Anyways, this all started when you walked into the library to pick out a book, causing them to both look up from their work since they heard a captivating feminine voice asking for the help of a librarian if they had a particular book. She had a delicate scent of perfume on her that only made her more attractive.

She had her half up and half down pinned by a bow in the back, her hairstyle and curled subtlety. She had such elegance and class when she walked and turned.

They were heavily entranced, though unlike Reiji, Ruki made the first move being the book expert that he is. He always had more luck than Reiji and today especially he was reading the same book this girl was asking about, it was his chance to talk to her and give it to her.

As she was aimlessly looking for the book to see if there was an extra copy she was too distracted to notice she had bumped into someone.

She put a hand over her lips as she mouthed an apology not expecting to have invaded someone’s space as she was looking.

“Pardon me, I hadn’t noticed you standing by. I am so sorry.” She’d apologize, almost enough to guilt trip a man with her sweet voice.

“No worries, you were looking for (b/n), right?”

“Oh yes, where did you find it?”

“I was reading it, but you can keep it. I’ve read it before, it’s a good book.”

She stared at him surprised, “But this book is so thick how can you manage to read it through again.”

“I’ve read almost everything on this shelf in my spare time, I’m Ruki.” He’d say

She smiled, “Y/n.”

Reiji is so jealous!

This automatically makes Reiji want to get involved and try to impress her next which he does so in chemistry class.

Reiji will be much more charismatic and it is incredibly compelling seeing he hardly uses this part of himself.

So you can imagine he'd catch the beaker she almost dropped swiftly or caught her in his arms.

I mostly see it that she trips and he catches her, causing them to exchange a fair amount of eye contact before thanking him.

If Ruki is in the same class it means he's going to have to do more than just recommending a book because Reiji got to have her in his arms first.

better get moving Ru

So everyday they get a chance to be around her they try to have her attention and try to win her over in some way and it is just a constant battle.

And both of them know it is competition even if they haven't said it.

Reiji would try to talk about it and bring it up at some point because he wants to be firm with Ruki about him wanting this woman and that he will not lose.

whereas, Ruki will act like he doesn't know what he's talking about.

"I see that you are fond of the student, just as I am." Reiji would say, adjusting his glasses.

Ruki would turn to look at him with a smirk, "I don't know what you mean?"

"Although you may play this off in a stoic manner, I know that Y/n is in your thoughts. Tell me, do you care for her as a woman?"

"Y/n, is just a girl, Reiji. Why are you worked up about a human?"

"Well then, if that's your answer what I will do shall not matter."

"Even if you plan on something, she and I have plans. "

“I suggest you back down.”

“I threat doesn’t stop me from pursuing.”

Features (some they may like)

Pretty dark hair

wide hips

glass skin

bratty attitude

pretty laugh

intelligent

Elegant vocabulary

Reiji

If she is part of the chess club, he wants to have chess matches with her. But since Ruki is good at chess he will participate in matches w her.

In fact, they would play against in each other to see who would ask her out.

Literally, winner gets to ask her out.

If it’s just her and Reiji, he'd prefer that she loses so that she'll repeatedly compete against him since she is probably 2nd in line.

He also loves these matches with you because he locks eye contact with you and gets to talk to you as well.

He invites you to walk with him in the school yard to observe nature and fascinates you with knowledge about the flowers or science of things to which you had no idea about

He starts off with this small talk and soon moves on to deeper talks where you both exchange conversation about things which are more personal.

You flash a compelling smile and a laugh escapes your lips at something being discussed and Reiji, deep down finds himself in awe as this is the first time a woman was beautiful laughing without covering her mouth.

It is a delicate display of beauty which most hide which keeps him interested in pursuing you.

While he is stubborn and trying to convince himself he is merely amused, this is not the case as he is defiantly interested romantically.

Reiji, although he won’t deliberately show nor say it. He wants you all to himself, he doesn’t want you to spend your time with other men.

He’d like it if he were the only man you paid attention to the most.

Becomes frustrated if you speak of Ruki in high regard because he feels challenged.

Truly he's giving his all to have you.

And the more he finds that there is no progress the harder he is going to try.

Due to his high interest he finds many ways for you to be alone with you.

He will eventually get comfortable speaking to you, and even go as far as teasing you.

However, once he founds out the situation is completely one sided he is upset.

Reiji tells himself he simply can move on, but truthfully he doesn't want to.

He wants to change your mind.

If he can't he probably would distance himself gradually and slowly stop talking to you.

Ruki

In the library he likes to move the books that you’ve been looking for up high so that he can grab them for you.

He’ll leave foot notes at the bottom for you.

Some questions and messages being suggestive to you as well.

Sometimes she’d write back in them and exchange in the conversation.

Loves to also hand you the book so that your hands touch.

He loves to surprise you at your locker and chat with you to get Reiji jealous since Reiji doesn’t have the talent to just casually speak with you.

Won’t show what he is bothered/jealous when Reiji comes around.

Has invited you over for dinner at his place, which is definitely one up on Reiji. lol

He cooked for you there and got to talk to you for a long time.

Since he knows Nordic languages he'd teach you them.

If you needed help in cooking he'd offer to help you in cooking class to give you tips and to show you how to cut.

Mostly so that his hands are on yours and for him to whisper and say things to your ear.

Would say quotes to you from poems or books to keep you interested or questioning.

Would teach you how to dance and have fun in the middle of it by breaking the rules and dipping you instead.

leaves you messages in your locker about how you looked nice but you don't know they are from him.

Has the upper hand because he was once human and Reiji never was so its easier for him to keep a conversation.

While part of this is amusing to compete against Reiji to win over a woman's heart he is also interested in pursuing you.

Of course in terms of feelings once he comes to terms with himself and understands that you do not feel anything for either he is a little bummed out the game ended but mostly because you weren't interested.

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[mimisempai]

I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 6/8

Chapter summary - Loss and gain

Aziraphale receives shocking news and realizes he doesn't want to wait any longer.

On Ao3

Rating G -  2508 words

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - Chap 7 - Last chapter

Lake House - 2022

Aziraphale spent the entire day immersed in his work, as he had for the past few days, keeping the shop closed because he didn't want to see anyone. That evening, as every evening, he returned to the lake house, patiently awaited by Harry. 

While he was feeding the rabbit, he noticed a message on his answering machine and pressed the button, surprised to hear Muriel's voice, "Aziraphale, pick up the phone, I've got something urgent to tell you. It's about your mother."

There was another message, this time from the Royal Hospital in London.

An hour and a half after hearing the two messages, Aziraphale ran into the Royal Hospital and went to the Admissions Office to speak to the first person he saw.

"Hello, I'm looking for my mother. Mrs. Fell. I'm Mr. Fell Aziraphale."

"Please wait a moment." 

The young woman consulted her computer and raised her head a few seconds later before replying gently, "Yes. Mr. Fell. You're expected in Dr. Martin's general ward."

She pointed him in the right direction.

When he reached the ward, he asked for Dr. Martin and had to wait only a few minutes before a woman came up to him and said, extending her hand, "Hello, Mr. Fell, I'm Dr. Martin, the doctor in charge of your mother. Since you were the person to be contacted in case of an emergency, we sent for you."

"What happened? Is she all right?"

Dr. Martin motioned for him to follow her and continued, "She's doing relatively well. She had a fairly minor collapse, but we'll have to keep her for a day or two, waiting for the results of the tests we've run. Since you're her only family according to her file, even for something as minor as this, we had to call you. I'll take you to her room."

Muriel was waiting outside his mother's room when Aziraphale arrived with Dr. Martin. They rushed to him and pulled him into a hug.

Then keeping their hand in his, Aziraphale asked, “How is she?” 

Muriel shook their head, a half smile on their lips, “You know her... I had to bring her some work, the latest reports from the finance department." 

Aziraphale couldn't help but chuckle softly before replying, "Of course. The last thing we'd want to do is let a little meltdown jeopardize the company."

Somewhat reassured, Aziraphale quietly entered the room and saw his mother lying on her bed, connected to monitoring equipment, reading her reports and making annotations, papers scattered about her bed. She didn't hear him right away, and when she raised her head, she lowered the report but didn't put it down.

Aziraphale said quietly, "Hello, Mother."

His mother didn't smile, just nodded and continued working on her files as if Aziraphale wasn't there.

After a while, however, she said, "I don't need you. "

Aziraphale simply replied, "I know. I'll just stay until your test results come in."

"That won't be until tomorrow morning."

Undeterred by her cold tone, he replied, "I'm not going home that late. I'm staying." 

"Suit yourself."

She shrugged and went back to her reading. 

The silence was deafening.

After a moment, Aziraphale picked up one of the fancy furniture magazines on the table and asked, "Do you mind if I..."

His mother waved her hand and replied, "Go ahead. If you're still interested in that sort of thing."

Aziraphale didn't look up and began flipping through the magazine.

When he lifted his head about ten minutes later, his mother was asleep. Aziraphale watched her breathe in the dimly lit room, the monitors flashing silently. He picked up the papers scattered on the bed and piled them neatly on the nightstand.

Then he sat up, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position in the hospital chair. Finding that impossible, he picked up a sheet of paper and began writing to Crowley. 

I know we haven't written in a while. 

But I need to. I wanted to talk to you about someone very close to me. It's... my mother.

We used to be very close.

She's very famous. You probably know her work... M. Fell, the CEO of Heavenly Home, the famous furniture brand. 

I've always loved making furniture with my hands, like my father. And my mother was good at putting things together.

We decided to start Heavenly Home some time after my father passed away after a long illness. We wanted to fulfill his dream. Basically, to sell beautiful, quality furniture that anyone could afford. 

A way to deal with our deep sadness.

The lake house belonged to our family.

When I was ten, my parents took us there, and I remember promising my parents that when I grew up, I'd make furniture for the house and we'd live there happily.

But my mother lost sight of my father's dream and our dreams and always wanted more. 

Probably her own way of copying.

Mass production, overpriced furniture, I no longer had any joy in creating.

Every meeting turned into a war zone.  

Someone had to surrender. And so I did.  I resigned. I left without notice.

That's when I opened my little shop and went back to my roots. To what I loved.

Aziraphale must have fallen asleep while writing, because when he opened his eyes, he was in pain from his position in the chair.

So, seeing that his mother was still asleep, he went to the hospital cafeteria for a cup of coffee, and when he returned fifteen minutes later, he saw Dr. Martin.

"Ah, Mr. Fell, we were just going over the results with your mother. Unfortunately, she's forbidden me to talk to you about it and doesn't want you to visit her anymore."

Aziraphale gasped slightly at his mother's rejection, once again. But what could he expect?

Dr. Martin, however, seeing his distress, seemed to take pity on him and said gently, "I'm not at liberty to go into details, but unfortunately you'll have to prepare for the worst."

Aziraphale's heart leapt in his chest, and with a tight throat he asked, "How long?"

Dr. Martin put a hand on his shoulder and said quietly, "Any time. I'm sorry." 

Aziraphale left the hospital dazed and returned to the lake house. 

As soon as he arrived, he fed Harry, sat down in his chair, and continued the letter to Crowley. 

It was his only source of comfort at the moment. 

The only way he could find to ease his pain.

Crowley's apartment - 2024

Crowley, dressed casually with Harry by his side, sat on his sofa reading Aziraphale's letter. He was deeply moved by the way Aziraphale had opened up to him. 

His heart wept at the sadness he felt through the other man's words. He clearly loved his mother deeply, despite their differences. 

Once again, Crowley was frustrated by the barrier of years that separated them. He wanted so much to be with Aziraphale, to support him. He sighed as he continued to read the letter.

I don't know what I was expecting.

Part of me thought that given her condition I would get more than a "she doesn't want to see you anymore".

But of course it doesn't work that way. When I left HH, I was rejecting everything she stood for. 

That's how she saw it. 

She had put the house up for sale to reject everything that connected her to my father, I think, or rather to the pain of his loss. 

I think the fact that I bought the house cemented our disagreement for her, and it's too late to change things now.

One thing's for sure, if I was really hoping for a tearful little bedside chat, I'm as stupid as she thinks I am.

I can't change it, even if it hurts.

I feel like I've poured my little heart out here. I apologize for that. 

Thank you for reading.

I want to tell you things I've never told anyone before. 

Things I didn't know myself until I wrote them down. 

Maybe that's the strangest part of all this. I feel deep down that you're the only person in the world who can understand me and accept what I'm feeling.

Thank you for being here. 

Love, Aziraphale.

Crowley lingered over the letter, rereading it several times, especially the last word, Love. 

He patted Harry's head thoughtfully.

He had so many questions.

Love, Aziraphale.

Was it superficial? Just a formula at the end of a letter? An affectionate word. Yet Crowley had the impression that the word was quite deliberate.

Aziraphale seemed to be the kind of person who knew exactly what he was saying. 

For whom every single word was important. 

The next question was if Crowley felt the same way. 

Crowley didn't have to think; he knew what he felt.

The question that remained was, did they have a future?

Lake House - 2022

Harry trotted over to Aziraphale's bed. 

Aziraphale was lying there, unable to sleep, but it was too early to get up. He wanted to pick up the phone, but he resisted.

Crowley's apartment - 2024

Crowley couldn't sleep, something had been bothering him since he'd read Aziraphale's letter.

He got up and went to his computer to look up something about the antiquarian's mother.

Two minutes later, he stormed out of his apartment and headed for the lake house.

Lake House - 2022

After getting ready for work, Aziraphale left his house and went to the Beetle. 

Lake House - 2024

Crowley slammed on the brakes and ran to the mailbox. He slipped a piece of paper into it and raised the flag with a sharp motion.

Lake House - 2022

Aziraphale drove away from the house, unaware of the flag going up behind him. A few minutes later, his phone on the passenger seat began to ring.

He looked down and saw that it was Dr. Martin.

He pulled over to the side of the road and answered the call with a lump in his throat.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Fell, this is Dr. Martin. I'm afraid I have some difficult news."

A few minutes later, dazed, he pulled up in front of his house. As he got out of the car, he saw that the flag had been raised. 

He opened it, picked up the note, read it, then let his arm fall back, the paper flying off before landing farther away.

You must return to the hospital immediately! 

Your mother died on XX/XX/22

A few days later, Aziraphale stood in the back of the church as the pastor preached to a crowd that Aziraphale knew was there more for his mother's fame than their connection to her.

He didn't listen to the sermon and, clutching Crowley's last letter in his pocket, reflected on what he had written, taking comfort in the other man's words.

Aziraphale, I'm so sorry about your mom. 

Though every pain is different, I know what it's like to lose the little family we have left.

I knew I had to at least try to warn you. 

I thought I could do it in time. 

I hoped we could change what's happened. 

I was wrong. 

I guess these things can't be changed.

What I do know is that the shock is still fresh for me, even though it happened two years ago, so I can't imagine what it must be like for you.

These things happen... sometimes. I know all about it. 

I was sitting on a bench at noon in Saint James Park, near the intersection of Spur Road and Birdcage Walk.

And something happened. I won't bore you with the details, but it was hard. Not like what you're going through, but it upset me a lot. 

And that day a friend of mine gave me some good advice. 

She told me to go somewhere that would bring me peace.

And that's what I did. 

I went to the lake house.

And that was the day I got your first letter.

It's a place we both love, a place that means so much to both of us, I hope you can find some comfort in it.

And I hope that whatever kept you and your mother apart will eventually seem less important and perhaps, in time, disappear.

Yours, Crowley.

With Crowley's words echoing in his head, Aziraphale was eager to get to the house, to seek and perhaps find the comfort Crowley spoke of.

When he arrived, he saw the flag raised. He opened the mailbox and took out not a note, but a book.

As he turned it over and read the title, his heart skipped a beat. 

The past shapes the present 

by Mr Fell, CEO of Heavenly Home

He returned to the house and, sitting in his chair, opened the book and first saw a small note in Crowley's hand.

The book won't be out for another year. I mean in your time. Or two, so don't show it to anyone. But I thought you should see it. 

Aziraphale turned the first page and couldn't stop the tears flowing from the very first words.

To my son, Aziraphale. 

This is the story of a dream.

The story of a mother and a son bound by an ideal.

But like all true stories, it doesn't always end well.

They chose different paths.

They drifted apart and never found each other again. 

But without the presence of one in the life of the other, neither would have become what they are.

The story of two lives, the story of two successes, the story of two paths.

Below the text was a photo of him and his parents in front of the lake house, which had not yet been built.

He continued to flip through the book, his eyes blurred with tears, and felt like he was looking through pieces of his life.

Photos of HH's creation, of Aziraphale's workshop, of their first offices. 

The day they opened.

Then the various collections of furniture over the years, from the first designed by Aziraphale to the latest, so different. Created after his departure.

Photos of the rise of HH.

Photos taken after Aziraphale's time.

Until the last photo that made him gasp when he saw it.

It was the front of his shop.

A single sentence below. 

We've taken different paths, our views have diverged, but you'll always be my son. The one I'm proud of. 

Aziraphale cried for a long time for his mother, for the lost years, for what might have been. Then, when the tears had dried, he closed the book and placed it carefully on the shelf. His hand lingered on the title for a moment. 

The past shapes the present 

Then, with a determined look, he picked up his old sketchbook, sat down in front of the house, and began to draw.

Crowley's apartment - 2024

Crowley, looking puzzled, looked at a sketch of the lake house.

At the bottom of the house, written in charcoal, could be read:

I WANT TO MEET YOU! 

FOR REAL THIS TIME!

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

[morningglory-sims]

No Sunshine at Rainy Day Entertainment 🌦️ (Part 1/2)

Ivan joins Owen, Nate and the rest of the team for the week, let toxic workplace politics ensue! Let's see where everyone's least favourite ex-boyfriend and golden child makes Monday the worst day of the week 😬

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Transcript under the cut:

[MARCO] Hey Ivan! Thrilled to have you with us for the week!

[IVAN] Hi Marco! Happy to join you all.

[IVAN] This has been a really fun project to freelance on, so l'm looking forward to seeing it come to life.

[MARCO] That's great to hear!

[MARCO] I'm about to head into a meeting with Dirk, Rob and Chris but Nate and Owen are happy to show you to your workstation.

[IVAN] Sounds good, thank you Marco.

[OWEN] Well, well, well! Long-time, no see Mr. Conley!

[IVAN] Hey man, happy Monday!

[OWEN] Glad to have you in office. I'm excited for you to see your awesome work thus far come to life before the next phase!

[IVAN] Yeah, I’m looking forward to it!

[NATE] My guy Ivan! Welcome to the city! Did you find a coffee spot to suit your tastes?

[VAN] Hey Nate! Yeah, I did, it was excellent.

[OWEN] Cool! Where did you get coffee from?

[IVAN] Spiced Cafe. Caroline suggested it, and she told me her friends own it.

[NATE] Oh good! Caroline knows all the good spots.

[IVAN] *chuckles* She basically gave me an entire itinerary on places to hit in San Myshuno.

[OWEN] *raises eyebrow* How very Caroline of her…

[IVAN] *blushes* She was very happy to share her wealth of knowledge, a-and I appreciate that, big time.

[OWEN] Oh, she's the best when it comes to that!

[NATE] A whole itinerary, eh? Real nice of her!

[IVAN] *clears throat* So, gentlemen. What sort of office atmosphere should I be expecting? I've only really worked with you two and Marco virtually.

[NATE] We have a great team! You'll meet Rob shortly. He's a super class-act guy.

[OWEN] And I would imagine Dirk and Hope will want to meet you. Akira is on vacation this week, Olivia will be in this afternoon... 

[OWEN] And then there's Chris Williams, unfortunately. Wait, you probably have some sort of history, huh? Or your parents?

[IVAN] *clicks tongue* Yeah. I don't know how much Ben has told you, but his family likes to cut corners in order to make money.

They're easily threatened by anyone who will come against them.

[NATE] We know they royally screwed over your family for calling out their shit ethics.

[VAN] So Ben has told you everything, good. Beyond that, Chris has always had it out for me and I don't know why.

At first, it was just childish jabs that I ignored, but that turned into him trying to accuse me of plagiarism while we were at Foxbury. Luckily I had enough proof to get him in deep shit, but due to his family's influence all he got was a slap on the wrist.

[NATE] Shit dude! Just to spite you?

[IVAN] Yeah. I've never understood it

[OWEN] As if I couldn't loathe him more than I do! I'm sorry that happened to you man.

[NATE] You'll notice quickly that Owen really doesn't like Chris!

[OWEN] I can't stand people who suck, can you blame me? And don't get me started on what he did to my sister...

[IVAN] So how does he have a job still despite so many people finding him difficult?

[NATE] His dad is one of our shareholders!

[IVAN] Shit, for real?

[OWEN] We have to be really careful with what we say around Chris, and I mean anything.

[NATE] Let's get Ivan to his desk before he runs away screaming, shall we?

[IVAN] *chuckles*

[OWEN] Here you go, man! Nate's right behind you, and Rob is to your right, and I'm behind Rob.

[IVAN] So you three will shield me from Chris? I'm kidding, thanks man.

[OWEN] No kidding, huh? I think I hear Rob leaving a meeting...

*Door to office swings open*

[lolottes]

Dani just wanted to visit Danny…that ended with Danny being captured by the GiW

She needs help, after all she is NOT a hero.

Fortunately, she unlocks a new ability that allows her to escape; pass through the veil by liquefying

…and to say that he hasn't had an hour, Danny tells her how he had learned a new ability perfect for winning the fight in which he was stuck and she was making fun of him for the very lucky timing

Now she's in the ghost zone and needs to find help…but the only ghosts she's sure will help can't leave their lair because of ~responsibility~

…she doesn't have to be helped by a ghost in fact? just a heroic person! AND the zone is glue between ALL dimensions!!!

This is how a lazarus green puddle randomly forms in DC and then comes together into a strange little girl who has a mission tm

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

is it just the cogs of my brain whirring wildly or was bedelia kinda sorta in love with hannibal too?

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread    

The Battle Drum

sequel to The Final Strife, a queer Ghanian/Arabian high fantasy world where people are divided by blood colour

the nightly hurricanes are getting more deadly, and Sylah travels to unknown lands to discover the truth and find help

meanwhile Anoor is trying to manage her new political position while framed for a murder she didn’t commit