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just a bad period | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: monkey's bad period turns out to be labour

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“Ow,” You hissed, jerking away as a sharp, intense pain twisted through your stomach, “What the fu…”

“Monkey! Time to wake up, or we’ll be late!” Leah’s voice cut through the fog in your head like a knife.

It’s too early for this much noise.

The hallway light slices under your bedroom door, and even with your head under the pillow, you can still hear Buddy charging around the house like it’s Christmas morning.

“Wakey wakey, sleepy head,” Leah popped her head around your bedroom door with a soft and genuine smile, “Time to get up!”

“M’ tired,” You mumbled, curling deeper into the warmth of your bed.

Leah chuckled and leaned against the doors, arms folded, eyebrows raised, “That’s what happens when you don’t go to bed at a decent time, my girl.”

“G’way,” You grumbled, dragging the covers tighter.

“Come on. Up,” Leah’s tone sharpened just slightly, as she stepped further into your room, “Maybe if you actually went to bed when I told you to, you wouldn’t feel like this every morning, hmm?”

“Too loud,” You whined, face still buried, aching everywhere.

Your stomach aches. It has been feeling that way for days now, and the idea of training feels impossible. But you don’t want to give Leah a reason to fuss. She already treats you like glass most days.

“Get up, Monkey,” Leah said, more stern now. Then the duvet is yanked away and the cold air rushes in, “We have this exact argument every morning. If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late. Again.”

“Urgh, whatever. I don’t care,” You snapped, but it’s hollow. You’re not in the mood to argue, but you’re also not in the mood to move.

Leah lets out a long-suffering sigh, “You’re not skipping training just because you’re tired. You’re a professional athlete, Logan. Get. Up. Now.”

“Muuuuum,” You whined, drawing out the word with dramatic flair, “I’m tired.”

“That’s not going to work on me, and you know it,” Leah said, already walking over to the window. She yanked the curtains open and let the light flood the room like a punch to the face.

You flinched.

“Get dressed,” Leah added firmly, “I want to actually see you eat breakfast today. I know you’ve been skipping it.”

Your stomach twisted again, low, sharp and wrong, and this time, it made your breath hitch.

You tried not to let it show. Maybe it was just something that you ate. Maybe it was stress-related.

Or maybe it was your period coming on badly. That had to be it, there couldn’t be any other explanation. Could there?

“Mummy! Mummy!” You heard the telltale thud of Buddy’s headsteps heading in the direction of your bedroom.

“Oh, here comes trouble,” Leah muttered with a smirk, just as the three-year-old came flying into your room like she did most mornings.

“Monkey!” Buddy squealed excitedly, “Ook’! I got my Arsenal top on!” She twirled in place, showing off her top with all the excitement a 3-year-old could have, “Me be like ‘ou now!”

You forced a smile in an attempt to mask the pain that you currently felt, “You look great, Buddy!”

“I’m comin’ wif ‘ou and Mummy today!” Buddy declared, bouncing on her toes, “Me kick da balls an’ score loads of goals!”

You smiled faintly, “That sounds like a solid plan, shrimp.”

“And I go see Win as well! She sooo cute!” Buddy insisted.

“But not as cute as Tater-Tot though, right?” You teased.

“Noooo!” Buddy squealed, just as the little dog perked up and barked from his spot at the foot of your bed.

You reached over and ruffled his ears, grateful for the momentary distraction.

“I’m sure we’ll find, Bubba,” Leah said, still watching you carefully from across the room, and then her voice sharpened again, “Monkey, get up. I’m not asking again.”

You didn’t look up. Your hand tightened in Tater-Tot’s fur, jaw clenched against the pain that was building like a storm.

“I heard you the first time,” You muttered, voice muffled by your sleeve, “No need to get your knickers in a twist.”

Leah raised an eyebrow from the doorway, clearly not amused, “You can cut that attitude out right now, I’m not having it, Logan!”

You didn’t care. Not really. It was easier to be snappy then admit the way your stomach felt like it was trying to rip itself apart.

You kept your eyes down, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Monkey—” Leah began.

“I’m gettin’ up, Mum!” You shouted across the room, louder than you meant to, “Urgh, why are you so annoyin’ today? Get off me back, will you?”

“Carry on, madam. You’re going the right way to being grounded,” Leah raised her voice, pointing her index finger straight at you, “Tired or not, that is not how we speak to each other.”

You froze, the guilt creeping up in your throat.

“I… I’m sorry,” You mumbled, suddenly very aware of how small your voice sounded.

“Right. Up. Now,” Leah said firmly, “I’m going downstairs to make breakfast for your sister. I expect you down in the next ten minutes.”

“Wait for me, Mummy! I comin’ wif ‘ou!” Buddy raced after Leah, not liking the mood that you seemed to be in, “Monks’ is bein’ grumpy!”

Leah chuckled, holding her hand out for Buddy to take, “I know, Bubba. Monkey isn’t a morning person, is she?”

“Nooo! She so grumpy!” Buddy chirped, “No like me! I wake up sooo early!”

“Don’t I know it,” Leah sighed as they walked into the kitchen together, “Right then, little miss. What do you want for breakfast this morning?”

“Coco Pops! Like Monks’ too!” Buddy insisted, letting go of Leah’s hand as she ran into the living room where she proceeded to tip all of her toys out onto the floor.

“Don’t make a—” Leah exhaled a sigh as she heard the familiar sound of Lego bricks landing on the floor, “... Mess. Never mind, I’ll just speak to myself then, I guess.”

The car was already off to a rocky start.

You were slumped in the passenger seat, hoodie drawn up around your face like it might somehow shield you from the morning sun and the rising discomfort twisting through your lower stomach.

Every single bump in the road made it worse. Sharp, cramping, and it was like something was pulling tight and refusing to let go.

Buddy was in the back, sitting in her car seat, kicking her feet and singing along to the music loudly.

“Turn it up, Mummy! I like dis one!” Buddy demanded, hearing the all too familiar intro of All Star by Smash Mouth kick in.

“Alright, Bubba. As you wish,” Leah reached over to turn the volume up on the stereo as the music blasted through the speakers, “I suppose it’s a nice break from Life Is A Highway,” She joked, peering to look at Buddy in the rearview mirror.

“I choose dis one for ‘ou, Monks’!” Buddy chirped from the back, beaming, “Shrek ‘our favourite, ‘member? Me know it cheer ‘ou up!”

You grunted in response, head leaning against the window.

Then Buddy started to sing along. Loudly. And off-key.

“Hey now, ‘ou’re an all-star, get ‘our game on—”

“Can you not?” You snapped suddenly, turning your head away from the glass, “God, you’re so loud! And you’re not even singing it right.”

There was a sudden silence that filled the car.

“Hey!” Leah exclaimed, her knuckles tightening on the steering wheel as she stared directly at you, “You don’t speak to your sister like that!”

You crossed your arms and slumped further in your seat, “I’ve got a headache.”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” Leah stated, her facial expression firm.

You didn’t answer. You just stared out of the window like the trees were somehow more interesting than the current conversation.

“Logan,” Leah continued, her voice not wavering, “What is going on with you today? Tired or not, you don’t speak to anyone like that. Including your little sister.”

“I said whatever, okay?” You muttered, glaring down at your lap, “Can everyone just stop speaking to me like I’m five? I’m almost fuckin’ twenty!”

“Logan Reece!” Leah scolded, her hands tightening on the steering wheel as she pulled up to a set of lights, “I will not have you swearing around your little sister, that stops now! Buddy was just trying to be kind and cheer you up. You do not get to snap at people just because you’re in a mood, Logan! That is not acceptable, and I won’t stand for it!”

“I… I’m not in a mood, Mum, ” You retorted, even though the certain tone of your voice made it clear that you were, “I just… I don’t want to deal with this today, alright?”

“Oh, really? You could have fooled me,” Leah raised an eyebrow, turning her attention back to the road, “Well, I suggest that whatever mood you’re in, you snap out of it before we get to London Colney because that attitude is unacceptable. I’m not going to take it, and I damn sure know that none of your aunties will either. If you carry on, then you’ll be finding yourself in time out, and I’m not bluffing on that one. Sort it out, right now.”

“Whatever,” You muttered again, yanking your hood further over your head, keeping your arms crossed so tightly it was like you were trying to disappear into yourself.

“Logan, I mean it,” Leah warned, her voice lower now, but no less firm, “You don’t get to throw tantrums and take your mood out on everyone else. You’re not the only person in this car.”

From the back seat, Buddy sat there, quietly sniffling, which broke the silence like glass.

You blinked, heart stuttering as you twisted just enough to glance over your shoulder.

You did feel awful. You didn’t mean to upset Buddy.

Buddy had gone quiet, her lower lip wobbling as she clutched Mr Bear, her little brown teddy that never left her side. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears, and she looked hurt.

Not angry. Not loud. Just… hurt.

“I only tryin’ to be nice,” Buddy mumbled, her voice small, almost trembling, “I pick ‘appy song… for ‘ou, Monks’. I just want ‘ou to smile.”

Your stomach twisted, but it was no longer from the cramps anymore.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Too quiet.

Even with All Star still faintly humming through the speakers, the silence between the three of you was like a weight. Leah didn’t speak again—not out loud, anyway, but you could feel her disapproval radiating from the driver’s seat.

It wasn’t really that angry. But it felt worse than that.

Instead, it was disappointment.

Buddy didn’t sing again, she just clutched Mr Bear tighter, her thumb creeping into her mouth—she didn’t even ask for another song after All Star finished. That was usually her cue to demand another song.

You kept your face turned to the window for the remainder of the ride, but you could still her in the reflection—small, quiet, and not bouncing like usual.

When Leah finally pulled into the car park at London Colney, she sighed and shut the ignition off but didn’t move. Her fingers rested on the steering wheel, tapping once, and then twice.

“Monkey,” Leah turned her head to you, her voice remained softer, but this time it still carried weight, “Right, young lady, I don’t know what on earth is going on with you this morning but that does not excuse the way that you spoke to your sister.”

You didn’t answer.

“I’m telling you now, Logan,” Leah continued to state, using your proper name to note the sternness of her words, “Pack it in. I don’t want to hear about you being horrible to anyone. Not your little sister. And not any of your aunts. Your attitude isn’t going to fly, and if you continue to act the way that you do, then you’ll be sitting out of training. I’m not going to stand by and watch you act like a complete brat for no apparent reason. And you will be going to bed at a proper time tonight. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mum,” You begrudgingly responded.

Leah exhaled a sigh, “I can tell there’s something wrong with you, Monkey, whether you want to talk to me about it or not. But I do expect you to apologise to your sister. Properly.”

You didn’t answer.

Leah turned her gaze to the backseat, “Right then, Bubba. Come on. We’ll go and find your auntie’s now, yeah?”

“I go find Auntie Wally,” Buddy mumbled, unbuckling herself with slow and sluggish hands. She didn’t bounce. She didn’t giggle. She climbed out of the car with Mr Bear clutched to her chest, holding Leah’s hand but keeping her head down.

You hesitated before opening the passenger door. You felt heavy. Everything did.

As soon as your feet hit the pavement, the cramps kicked up again, sharp enough to make your knees nearly buckle. You winced, steadying yourself on the car door, trying to mask it behind a yawn.

Leah glanced over, immediately noticing, “Monkey, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” You lied, brushing past her.

Leah narrowed her eyes but didn’t push, not yet. Not with Buddy still sniffling beside her.

You made it through the entrance of the training ground without speaking to either of them. Lia was waiting in the reception area with a big smile on her face, crouching down the moment she saw Buddy.

“There’s my favourite niece,” Lia grinned, Buddy racing towards her and crashing into her chest, still sniffling slightly, “Oh, no. What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Monks’ shout at me an’ be mean!” Buddy sniffled, a pout on her face to show her sadness, “I don’ like ‘er no more!”

Lia furrowed a brow, “What?” She asked, confused, looking towards Leah for more of an explanation.

“Things have been a bit… tense this morning,” Leah explained, running a hand through her hair, “Monkey and I are going to have a little chat about it in a bit, aren’t we?”

You didn’t answer.

Lia stood slowly, lifting Buddy into her arms, “How about me and you go and pick out some footballs? Get you some practice scoring goals.”

“Uh-huh,” Buddy sniffled, nodding in agreement as she clung to Lia with her hands wrapped tightly around the woman’s neck.

“I’ll take care of Buddy. You sort Monkey out,” Lia reassured the blonde, patting her on the arm as she brushed past her, “There’s something wrong with her. Go and talk to her.”

That’s when you felt the sudden anger, noting the way that Lia rested her hand on Leah’s arm for that long, “What is it? Elle goes back to America, and you move on to Wally instead, Mum?”

Leah’s facial expression darkened, “Right, you, me and you are going to have a chat,” She said firmly before grabbing hold of your upper bicep and dragging you into a private room so you could have your ear chewed off, “What was all that about? You know I’m with Elle. You know me and your auntie Wally are good friends—This is more than you just being tired, Monkey, so what is it?”

“I… Uh…” You froze, you didn’t know what to tell her, so you resorted to desperate measures, “Nothing! God, Mum can you just piss of for once in your life and leave me alone? I’m fine—Everything is fine! I’m absolutely fuckin’ fine!”

“LOGAN!” Leah raised her voice, her tone of voice firm and clipped, “I suggest that you stop swearing and stop with the attitude. I asked you a simple question. You're my daughter, if there’s something wrong, then tell me, and I can try and help with whatever it is! You do not speak to me like that, madam! Who do you think you are? You carry on the way you’re going, and you’ll be benched, do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” You murmured, not caring a less about saying anything more, “Can I go now, or are you not done chewing my ear off?”

“No… No, you can’t go. We’re not doing talking yet,” Leah caught your arm as you tried to walk off from her, “What is going on, Monkey? I know you, and I know there is something more that you’re not telling me. What’s the matter?”

“... I dunno,” You muttered, staring at the floor.

It was a weak response, and you knew it. Leah knew it too.

“Cut the crap with me, lady. You don’t just act like you are today for no reason,” Leah said softly but firmly, “What is the reason for it? If there’s something wrong with you, then you need to tell me, Monkey. It’s not healthy to keep things bottled up, you know this. We’ve been through this before, haven’t we?”

You clenched your jaw, blinking hard. The sting in your belly hadn’t gone away—it was just gradually getting worse now. Twisting, dragging, like something inside was clawing to be noticed.

Leah’s eyes narrowed, her voice dropping low with warning, “You wanna keep pushing me? You’re three seconds away from being grounded until you’re thirty, Logan. Do you understand me?”

You gave her a sullen glare, your mouth twitching like you wanted to throw another jab. That fire. The rage and pain and stubborn pride, all boiling over.

“Logan Reece, don’t you dare roll your eyes at me—God, I swear…”

“Stop treating me like I’m a bloody kid!” You snapped, hot tears prickling even as you tried to sound tough.

Leah’s jaw clenched. She stepped in closer, nostrils flaring. Her hand twitched at her side like she wasn’t sure if she was going to backhand you or catch you as you fell apart, “I wouldn’t have to if you just grew up, Logan Reece! You think this behaviour is any way to act and show that you’re responsible or mature?”

“I’m… I’m not throwing a tantrum! I am acting responsibe and mature!” You fired back at her.

“You aren’t,” Leah snapped, her voice trembling now, not from fear but fury, frustration, maybe even worry, “This behaviour I am seeing right now shows that you’re in no way mature or responsible as you think you are! I’ve had enough, Logan. You’re grounded. No electronics. No going out with your friends. You’re done. You come here, you train. You play in matches, and you go home… If you’re not going to learn how to talk to people, then you can think again. I’m not messing around this time. And if you think that you can sulk your way out of it—”

The door opened with a soft creak, and in walked Kim, stopping dead at the charged silence. Her eyes flicked from you to Leah, who looked like she was seconds from exploding—or crying.

“What’s going on—Wally has Buddy crying on her, and Le, I can hear you shouting down the corridor,” Kim murmured, confused.

Leah looked over her shoulder, hand still wrapped around your arm while her shoulders were tight with tension, “She’s been mouthing off all morning,” She said through gritted teeth, “Ignoring direct instructions and now she’s making accusations about me and Lia being more than friends!”

Kim’s brow creased as she looked at you properly—your face was pale, your lips drawn thin, and your eyes glassy.

“Right,” Kim began, looking concerned, “Le, maybe you should go and take a breather, yeah? I’ll handle it.”

“I know there’s something wrong, but she won’t tell me,” Leah murmured, raking a hand through her hair as she shot you a look in concern, “Maybe you can try and get it out of her, please?”

“I’ll try,” Kim reassured her, walking closer, keeping her voice calm and reassured, “Leah, go take a walk, okay? It’s not good to be wound up in this situation.”

“Alright,” Leah retorted, starting to walk out of the room before sharing one last longing look with you, “I… I don’t know if there’s anything wrong, if there’s something you’re not telling me. But please, talk to your Auntie Kimmy. Don’t bottle it up inside, yeah? It’s not healthy, Monkey.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The pain in your stomach was horrific.

“Monkey,” Kim walked closer, keeping her voice calm and measured, “Sweetheart, what’s going on with you today? This doesn’t seem like you.”

You didn’t know what to say.

“Logan,” Kim said your first name, which made you finally glance up and look at her, her expression melting into deep concern, “What’s the matter? Your Mum is severely worried about you—We all are. Whatever’s wrong, talk to me, we can fix it.”

Your defence finally cracked. Your lower lip trembled, and your arms wrapped around your stomach like a shield.

“I just feel… crap,” You whispered, voice cracking, “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think it’s my period; it hurts. More than usual.”

Kim crouched in front of you, her hand carefully just above your arm, while her face was etched with concern, “How long has it been like this, sweetheart?” She asked gently, “Because this… this doesn’t look like a bad period. You’re in a lot of pain here, Monkey. I think it could be something else, something more serious—I think we need to get your Mum in here.”

“N… No,” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I doon’t want her to worry about me. I’m fine.”

Kim brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “Monkey—”

“No!” Your voice rose sharply, eyes wide, “I… I don’t want her to find out. I don’t want her fussing over me. It’s just my period. It’s not a big deal!”

“It is a big deal,” Kim said softly, but firmly, “You’re in agony, Monkey. It’s clear to see, and you’ve been snapping at everyone—including your little sister, who’s innocent in all of this and doesn’t understand what you’re going through. Something’s not right, and you need help. Let me go get your mum, yeah? She’ll understand, won’t she?”

“N… Ow, fuckin’ hell,” You gasped, doubling over as a searing wave of pain tore through you. Your hands clutched your lower stomach, fingernails digging into the fabric of your top.

Kim was beside you instantly, one arm steadying your back, “Alright, okay, c’mere,” She murmured, soothing, “Let’s just sit down for a second, yeah? Just breathe for me, Monkey. You’re alright—I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

You barely registered Kim helping you onto the bench, your breathing shallow and teeth clenched against the pain that seemed to pulse through every nerve.

“There you go, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” Kim said quietly, brushing a few strands of hair from your clammy forehead, “You’re okay. Just keep breathing, alright?”

“Auntie K… Kimmy, it hurts,” You mumbled weakly, your whole body trembling. You hated this—being seen like this, weak and crumbling.

“Monkey?” Leah appeared back in the room, sharp with worry as she raced to your side, “Baby, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Your stomach flopped, not from the pain this time, but pure dread. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Se’s in a lot of pain, Le,” Kim explained to her, “It’s in her lower abdomen. I don’t think this is just a period. I think we should get the medics in.”

“I told you not to tell her,” You hissed, your voice small and broken while your arms tightened around yourself, “I… I’m fine. It’s just… just a bad period.”

Concern etched Leah’s face as she crouched in front of you, “This is more than just a bad period, my girl. I’m seriously concerned about you right now.”

“Urgh, no mum, I’m fine!” You tried to plead the fifth, sure you didn’t feel great all but you didn’t want to miss the opportunity to train, “Please stop hovering. I’m fine. I… I ust want to train, and not have you on my back,”

“Oh no, I don’t think so. If you’re in this much pain, then you’re sitting this one out,” Leah declared, arms crossed over her chest.

“Mum! You… You can’t do that,” You protested.

“I can, and I am. I’m not having you in so much pain and suffering while training,” Leah insisted, motioning to the bench in the far corner, “Bench. Sit. Now.”

“I’m not a fuckin’ dog, you know?” You argued back with her, every fibre inside you hurt, and you really didn’t mean to snap, but the pain made everything unbearable, “I’m fine to train! I’ve been doing it all this time!”

Leah’s face grew darker, “Do not swear at me, Logan! I’m your mum, and I’m telling you that you’re sitting this one out.”

“Mum, I’m fine. It’s just… It’s just a bad period. I’ll be fine!” You protested in your defence, which clearly wasn’t going the way that you hoped.

“No, Logan. I’m putting my foot down!” Leah bit back, resting her hands on her hips, “What sort of mum would I be if I were to let you train while you’re experiencing this amount of pain?”

“I don’t care. Urgh, get off my back, will you? I’ll be fine—” You walked off before she even had a chance to respond, doing so much as sticking your middle finger up at her.

“Monkey, come back, we’re not done talking about this—Monkey!” Leah shouted, voice sharp and rising, “Don’t ignore me, Logan! Get back here, Logan Reece!”

You didn’t turn around. Didn’t even flinch. You just kept walking with your jaw clenched, the heat of irritation burning through the ache in your stomach.

Kyra was already eyeing you like she knew a storm was coming, “What’s up, mate?” She asked quietly.

You huffed, folding your arms across your stomach, “Dude, my mum is proper doin’ my head in.”

“Ah, well,” Kyra gave you a half-smile, “She’s just being caring, I guess?”

“I’ve only got bad period cramps, and she’s trying to make me sit out of training. How’s that fair?” You grumbled, your tone laced with sarcasm.

“If you’re in a lot of pain, then maybe it’s for the best,” Kyra said gently, “You know she only cares about you.”

“I’ll be… fine,” You bit out through gritted teeth, one arm instinctively wrapping tighter around your middle, “She’s overreacting so much. It’s literally just period cramps. N… Nothing I haven’t had before, is it?”

“I don’t know,” Kyra said with a sideways glance, “You seem like you’re in a lot of pain, Monkey.”

“Oh my God, not you as well,” You scowled at your best friend, “I’ve already got my mum and auntie Kimmy breathing down my neck. I’m… I’m completely fine.”

Kyra still didn’t look entirely convinced, “Are you sure?”

“Y… Yes,” You hissed, feeling another wave of pain flood through you.

“Are you sure about that, my girl?” A voice appeared behind you, colder than you expected.

You froze.

Leah.

She’d heard everything, clearly, and was not in the mood for your games.

“Right, that’s enough,” Leah stepped beside you, her presence instantly commanding as she gently grabbed your bicep—not enough to hurt you, but enough to send the message that she was no longer messing about, “With me. Now. Let’s go.”

“Mum…” You began to protest.

“No. Don’t ‘Mum’ me right now, Logan Reece,” Leah said lowly, her voice sharp with frustration, “You’re not well, you’re being sincerely rude, and now you’re ignoring me after I’ve told you to sit out for your good.”

“I said I’m… I’m fine!” You tried to argue again, but the sentence barely made it out before another, sharper pain ripped through your abdomen.

Your knees buckled.

“Monkey,” Leah gasped, lunging forward to catch you before you hit the ground.

Your head dropped against her chest as a broken gasp escaped your throat while you gripped your stomach. The pain was no longer dull and cramping—it was sharp, deep, and radiating through your lower body like your insides were being twisted in a vice.

“M… Mum,” You whimpered, feeling afraid that something was seriously wrong.

Leah’s arms immediately went around you, “Woah, woah—okay, it’s alright, baby girl. I’ve got you. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

Your face was buried against her as your whole body trembled, “I… I’m scared,” You choked out, all the venom gone and now replaced with fear, “I… I don’t feel right. Something’s really wrong.”

“I know, my girl, I know,” Leah’s voice softened instantly, her hand stroking the back of your head, “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to sort it out, yeah? Just hold onto me, I’ve got you.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Kyra questioned, panicked.

“She’ll be alright,” Leah turned to your best friend, “Go and get a medic. Quickly.”

“O… Okay,” Kyra didn’t hesitate to rush and find the team of medics to help you.

“I’m scared,” You admitted, your voice barely audible.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Leah murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Come on. Let’s go inside. Somewhere quiet. We’ll wait for the medics, yeah? It’s going to be fine. Everything is going to be okay.”

You nodded shakily, too weak to walk on your own, as Leah half-carried you across the pitch and inside the training grounds, settling you on the sofa in the player’s lounge with her arms still around you.

“I know you’re scared, Monkey. Do you want Mini to hold?” Leah asked gently, already rummaging through her bag that she had with her before you could answer, “Here she is, baby. Just hold her. Everything’s going to be okay. I’m right here. I’m going anywhere.”

Leah tucked your stuffed monkey into your lap, and you curled around it, shaking.

“I… I didn’t want to tell you,” You admitted in a tiny voice, “Because I didn’t want to be benched or fussed over. But something’s wrong, Mum. I… I don’t feel right. It really hurts. I just want the pain to go away. Make it stop… Please, make it stop.”

Leh was already moving, her whole face changing. The whole stern mum persona evaporated instantly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Monkey, it’s going to be okay,” Leah stepped forward and gently cupped your cheek. Her thumb brushed along your jaw as she tilted your face up to meet hers, “Why didn’t you say something sooner, baby?”

“Because… I knew you’d make a fuss,” You muttered.

Leah gave you a look. Not angry. Just fell off something deeper… hurt, maybe. Worry. Something maternal and heavy.

“I am going to make a fuss, Monkey,” Leah said, brushing your hair out of your face, “Because I’m your mum, and I love you. It’s my job to make sure you’re okay. And if there is something wrong, I need you to tell me where it hurts. If you’ve been feeling like this for days, then we need to see about getting some professional help to figure out what is going on.”

You bit your bottom lip, “I… I just didn’t want you to think I’m weak. I’m not, but Mum… this really hurts... Please… Please just make it stop.”

Leah pulled you into her chest again, rocking you gently, “Oh, my girl Being in pain isn’t a weakness. You not telling me is what scares me. You’ve been acting out all morning because you’re hurting and scared, and overwhelmed, and instead of telling me about it, you’ve just been trying to power through and cope with it on your own.”

You nodded into her top.

“But now we need to think about what we’re going to do next,” Leah said, gently, “Because you can’t go on this and be in so much pain, baby.”

You sniffled, cuddling Mini tighter. Leah pressed another kiss to your hair, “Whatever happens, I’m right here, okay? I don’t like you suffering so much in silence. You can talk to me, always. You don’t have to bottle anything up. We’ve talked about this.”

You barely managed a nod, your face still buried against her chest, tears streaking your cheeks, your grip on Mini tightening.

And then… warmth. A sudden gush of it.

You froze.

Leah must’ve felt the change in your posture immediately, because she shifted slightly to look down, only to find a spreading damp patch beneath you both on the sofa, “Oh, Monkey,” She murmured, gentle but firm, assuming the worst, “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s only a little accident. We can get you cleared up in no time, and nobody will know anything different. You’re really not feeling well today, are you?”

But your heart was already pounding in your ears.

Something definitely wasn’t right.

You couldn’t have another accident, not here. Not now.

“N… No, Mum—” Your voice cracked, rising with intense panic as you shoved yourself up, “I… I didn’t. I swear—”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Leah stood too, concern etched into every inch of her face, “It’s nothing that we’ve not sorted out before. It’s going to be fine. I know you’re not feeling yourself, and we’re going to get to the bottom of what is going on. We just need to wait for the medics, but how about we go and clean up first, yeah?”

“N… No,” Before Leah could stop you, you were on your feet and bolting in the direction of the bathroom with Mini still clutched in your hand, the other pressed protectively to your abdomen.

You could hear your name echoed behind you. Leah’s voice, sharp with urgency and concern.

But you didn’t stop.

You couldn’t.

You felt so ashamed about everything that you just kept running until you came to the toilets.

“Monkey?” You heard a voice in the distance.

This one was different.

Alessia.

You barely registered her voice as you came to a stop outside the toilets in the training grounds, You pushed open the door, staggering to the sink as you gripped the edge of it for support just as a wave of pressure crashed through you so hard that your knees almost gave out again.

Your breathing turned ragged.

“M… Monkey?” Alessia followed you into the toilets, concern etched on her face, “What’s the matter?”

You looked up in the mirror. Your face was pale as a ghost, wide-eyed and hunched over and you saw Alessia’s reflection standing in the doorway.

“What’s going on? Has something happened?” Alessia continued to ask, a mixture of confusion and concern written across her face.

“I… I don’t know what’s happening,” You whimpered, folding over slightly as you clutched your stomach again, “I’m scared, L… Lessi!”

Alessia was by your side in an instant, guiding you to lean against the wall, “Okay, okay, it’s alright. Just breathe,” She paused, “Deep breaths. That’s it… Listen, do you want me to get your Mum—?”

“I’m right here,” Leah burst into the toilets, more frantic this time as her eyes fly straight to you, hunched over and trembling, “C’mere, sweetheart. You can’t just run off like that, not while you’re in this condition, hey?”

“M… Mummy,” Your voice cracked as you turned into her open arms, you sounded so small and full of terror that every instinct in Leah kicked into overdrive, “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so scared.”

“It’s alright, baby. I’m right here,” Leah whispered, cupping your head and holding you tight, “It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Alessia caught Leah’s eyes over your head.

“She’s in a pretty bad way, Le,” Alessia said urgently, “This isn’t just bad cramps or a stomach bug. I think this is something a lot more serious.”

“I know,” Leah nodded, trying to steady her own nerves as she supported you with one arm, “Listen, my girl, I think we might need to take a little trip to the hospital—I know you don’t like them, but this is something that medicine just isn’t going to fix alone.”

“No!” You whimpered instantly, a wave of fresh panic rising in your chest, “I… I don’t want to go there! I hate hospitals! I… I don’t want to go!”

“I know, my girl, I know,” Leah whispered, tucking Mini back into your arms and gently rocking you, “But you’re in a lot of pain right now. We need to get some help, okay? This is something that doctors and nurses will be able to help you with… I can’t do anything, baby.”

Alessia stepped back quickly as the sound of running footsteps echoed down the corridor. Beth ran in, flushed and wide-eyed, skidding to a stop in the doorway, “What the hell’s going on?”

“Something’s not right with Monkey,” Alessia said immediately, voice tense, “There’s something really wrong with her.”

Beth furrowed her eyebrows, already reaching for her phone in her pocket, “I’ll phone for an ambulance!” She exclaimed, not wasting time to dial the emergency services, “Ambulance please… My niece is experiencing severe pains in her lower abdomen—What, no, of course she’s not pregnant!”

“I found the medics—Well, technically, I found Rose!” Kyra appeared, breathless and red-faced behind Beth with the team of club medics following close behind, “It took a while, but I found her! Oh, and Steph as well!”

“What’s going on? Kyra said Monkey was in pain?” Steph chimed in, concerned.

“In here!” Leah called, her voice low and clear now, “We need help now—she’s in a serious amount of pain and something’s not right with her!”

Rose stepped forward quickly, already pulling on gloves, “How long has she been like this?”

“I… I don’t know,” Leah said shakily, crouching beside you again, “She’s only been this bad in the last couple of hours. Please… help her. She’s never been this bad before.”

“We’ll do our best. Has anyone called for an ambulance?” Rose asked, already kneeling beside you.

“They’re on their way,” Beth reported, sliding her phone into her back pocket, “But there’s a half-hour wait.”

“Bloody typical,” Leah muttered, her voice sharp with frustration, “This is an emergency. They need to be quicker.”

“I… I can feel pressure,” You complained, confused as to what is happening.

“Hi, Monkey,” Rose smiled gently, crouching beside you, you knew her, she was familiar, and you knew you could trust her, “Am I okay to have a look at your stomach?”

You managed a slight nod, the pain making it harder to breathe, let alone speak.

Leah stroked your hair gently, “You’re okay, baby girl. Just let them help, alright? I’m not going anywhere.”

Rose gently pressed a hand to your abdomen, and then pulled her hand back sharply as her eyes widened, “She’s rock hard across the lower abdomen,” She muttered, “Tense as anything.”

“What… What the fuck does that mean?” Leah questioned, and the panic spread across her face.

Rose didn’t say anything right away. Her focus remained on you, her fingers gently assessing as she moved with purpose. But her face was changing. carefully blank with her lips thinning and her brows drawing together.

Leah could feel the hairs rise on the back of her neck.

“Rose,” Leah said again, firmer this time, “What the fuck does that mean?”

The medic glanced briefly at her, keeping her voice calm but edged with urgency, “It could mean a number of things, but the tightness and location… Well, it’s consistent with advanced labour.”

Leah’s stomach dropped, “I’m sorry—what?!”

“Mum… I’m scared,” You whimpered, clutching Mini tightly against your chest, body curling with the next wave of pain.

“I know, baby, I know, it’s going to be okay,” Leah did her best to keep you calm and not panicked, “It’s going to be fine. It’s alright.”

“Wait, she’s having contractions?” Beth blurted, her eyes flicking between you and the medic, “Wait, wait, Rose, are you saying that she’s in… that she’s in labour?”

“No,” Leah shook her head instantly, denial breaking across her face, “No, no, she can’t be—I would’ve known. There’s no… There’s no way this can be happening! There’s just no way—”

“Leah,” Alessia spoke up for the first time in a while, giving her a knowing look, “You were pregnant with Buddy. You should know.”

“No…” Leah swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, and shook her head again as she let out a small laugh, “N… No, you’ve made a mistake—Monkey? Did… Did you know?”

“I didn’t know,” You sobbed suddenly, your voice tiny, high-pitched and full of shame, “I swear, Mum, I… I didn’t know—”

It hit Leah like a freight train.

The accident. The water. The pain. The panic.

Her blood ran cold.

“No…” Leah whispered, almost to herself, “Fuck. No. No, tell me that… tell me you don’t think that—” Her head snapped towards Rose.

“I haven’t had a look but judging by the amount of pain that Monkey seems to be experiencing, it’s very possible it’s true,” Rose explained to Leah before turning directly towards you,“Monkey, am I alright to have a look, and see if I can see the head?”

You whimpered in defeat. You didn’t want to believe it.

How could you be pregnant?

Rose nodded gently, as if sensing your turmoil and carefully moved to help ease you back onto the floor.

“Okay, Monkey, I’m going to have to check if the baby��s coming now,” Rose said softly but firmly, “I promise I’m going to be as gentle as I can.”

Leah crouched down beside you again, her hand tightening protectively around yours, “I’m right here, my girl,” She whispered, keeping her voice steady but breaking with emotion, “Whatever happens, I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

Rose’s fingers moved cautiously, and then she looked up, eyes wide but calm.

“Okay, I can see the head. The baby is crowning,” Rose explained.

Leah’s breath caught.

“This baby is coming right now. It’s not going to wait any longer,” Rose said gently, her eyes meeting Leah’s without hesitation.

Leah’s mouth opened, but no sound came out as her face drained of colour.

Wh… What does that mean?” Steph asked, confused.

“It means that we’re going to have to deliver the baby here,” Rose explained, glancing around the group of girls hovered around, “Steph, get the emergency services back on the phone, tell them we’ve got a nineteen year old in labour and the baby is crowning, and ask them for direct instructions, and Beth! I’m going to need help!”

“W… What?” Beth asked, eyes wide in alarm, “You want me to help deliver this baby?”

“We have no time to discuss it. This baby is coming, and they’re not waiting,” Rose said sharply, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Beth dropped to her knees beside Rose without another word, her face was pale but determined, shaking slightly as she pulled on a pair of gloves from the emergency kit that Rose had brought with her.

Steph was already fumbling with her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialled the number, “Yeah. Hi, We’ve got a nineteen-year-old in labour, and… and she’s crowning,” She spared a look at you, “Whatever that means. We’ve already phoned an ambulance and been told their on the way but I don’t think this baby is going to wait any longer, so we’re in need of instructions, now, please!”

Your breathing was shallow and erratic as you clung to Leah like a lifeline, “M… Mum, I’m really scared,” You stammered in a panic, you had Mini crushed to your chest and hers. The pain was unbearable, all-consuming, and you couldn’t make sense of anything, “It hurts, Mummy. It hurts so bad,” You sobbed, voice barely audible.

“I know, my girl, I know,” Leah whispered, pressing her forehead to yours, even as tears streamed down her face, “But you’re doing so well, baby. You’re being so brave. Just hold on to me.”

“What’re they saying, Steph?” Rose checked in with Steph to see what the emergency services were saying.

“They said don’t move her, support her head… and they’re going to walk you through it,” Steph quickly explained, putting the phone on loudspeaker for clear instructions, “Leah, are you going to find Jordan? She needs to know about this.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I will in a minute,” Leah murmured, still in a state of disbelief that this was really happening.

“Okay, listen to me, Monkey. I’m going to need you to push soon, Monkey,” Rose said gently, positioning herself, “With the next contraction, I need you to try and push, okay? We’re right here. You can do this.”

“N… No, I can’t! I can’t do it! I… I don’t know how,” You whimpered, panic rising again as your body shook.

“You can, my girl. You can do it,” Leah said firmly, her hands cupping your face, “You can. Look at me, Monkey. You trust me, right?”

You nodded, just a small, tiny movement.

“Then listen to me, my girl. When Rose tells you to push, you have to do it,” Leah told you, keeping a firm tone, “You’re not alone, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go. I’m right here. We all are.”

“O… Okay,” You mumbled, barely loud enough to be heard.

Then, another contraction ripped through your body, and this time, Rose’s voice cut through it, “Now, Monkey. Push!”

You screamed as you bore down, Leah holding you tightly as she continued to whisper encouragement in your ear, “That’s it, my girl. You’re doing so well. You’re so, so well. My brave girl.”

“That’s it, Monkey, that’s it. And again, just like that,” Rose encouraged, “You’re doing amazing.”

“I can’t—I don’t understand what’s happening. H… How is this real?” You sobbed, gripping Leah’s hand so tightly that she winced.

“Yes, you can, Monkey!” Leah insisted, “I know it’s scary, but you’re not alone. I’m right here. You need to push. Just one more time, yeah?”

The contraction hit again, and this time, your body took over.

You screamed, your whole frame tensing, and Beth guided the baby’s head out carefully while murmuring something soft and steady.

“One more, one more time, Monkey. You’re almost there!” Rose encouraged gently.

With one final cry, your body gave in, and suddenly, there was an unmistakable, wet sound of a baby being born.

A split second of stillness.

Then, a shrill cry.

High-pitched. Raw. Real.

Leah gasped, staring down at the tiny, slick bundle now being lifted carefully by Beth, who was staring at the tiny infant in disbelief.

“She’s here,” Beth whispered, “It’s a little girl.”

“We need to wrap her in something,” Rose stated, firmly.

Leah yanked her training jumper over her head without thinking and shoved it into Rose’s hands, “Here, take it!”

Wrapped in the oversized Arsenal training jumper, the tiny baby was passed gently into Leah’s waiting arms.

You collapsed fully against her, sobbing, shaking and barely able to process anything at all.

“It’s okay, my girl. It’s okay. You did it,” Leah whispered, voice thick with tears as she held both you and your baby, one in each arm, “She’s here, she’s tiny but she’s perfect.”

“It’s… It’s a girl?” You peered to look at the tiny baby in Leah’s arms.

But you didn’t feel anything—there was just emptiness.

There was no loving connection. You didn’t want to be near her.

“Yeah,” Leah murmured, staring at the newborn, “You’re okay. She’s okay. You both made it. Do you want to hold her?”

“N… No,” You stammered, you didn’t want to hold her, you didn’t even want her, “N… No. I don’t want to!”

“Monkey, come on, she’s… she’s your baby. Look at her, she’s so tiny, and I reckon she even has your nose,” Leah said, lovingly gazing down at the small baby in her arms, “She wants her Mummy.”

“N… No! I don’t want her!” You insisted, trying to shove the innocent baby away, “She’s… She’s not mine. Get her away!”

“Sweetheart,” Leah tried, adjusting her hold on the tiny infant, “Just try—”

“No, no! I don’t wanna!” You shouted with the rest of the energy that you had left, “I don’t want to hold the stupid baby. She’s… She’s not mine! I don’t want her!”

“Okay, alright,” Leah was quick to agree, gently moving the newborn to her other arm, “It’s alright, I know it’s hard but it’ll get easier…”

“No! You… You don’t get it. I don’t want her,” You fought the urge to literally push the baby in Leah’s arms away, “She’s not mine!”

“Monkey—”

And then just as Leah went to speak, the ambulance crew burst through the doors behind Kyra, breathless and panicked.

Leah looked up, still holding you and your daughter close, “You’re late.”

“C’mere, yer tiny terrors!” Katie’s voice echoed through the corridors, chasing after Buddy and Rory, who were sprinting ahead, giggling mischievously—Buddy’s hands were smeared with chocolate, no thanks to Katie herself, “Come ‘ere before yer get it all over the place!”

“Nooo, Auntie Katie!” Buddy squealed, running as fast as her little legs could carry her, “Nooo! ‘Top it! ‘Ou can’ catch me!”

“Oh yeah? I’m gonna get yer!” Katie grinned, lunging and scooping her up, “Gotcha!”

“No, no, down, now!” Buddy thrashed in Katie’s arms, “I go down, p’ease!”

Katie chuckled, shaking her head, “I don’t think so, yer all sticky and covered in chocolate, madam,” She said, tickling the 3-year-old under her armpits, “We gotta wash yer hands before yer get it all on the walls, and then yer Mammy might be annoyed with me, won’t she?”

“I don’t have chocolate on my fingers, Auntie Katie!” Rory insisted, showing Katie her clean fingers, “I wiped it all off!”

“Good girl, Roo!” Katie leaned forward to exchange a high-five with the 5-year-old, “Right, wriggle monster, we’re gonna wash yer hands now before we have the place lookin’ like Willy Wonka’s factory has exploded!”

“It ‘ummy do!” Buddy defended, cheekily as she continued to thrash in Katie’s arms, “Where’ Mummy? I no see ‘er!”

“I don’t know, Bud, but I’m sure we can find her afterwards,” Katie reasoned with the squirming toddler in her arms.

They turned a corner just as Rory pushed the door open of the toilets, “Hi, Mummy!” She said excitedly, oblivious to everyone around her.

“Hi, Munchkin,” Beth’s voice was strained, high-pitched like she wasn’t quite sure how to react to anything anymore, “Are you being good?”

“Yup!” Rory grinned, holding the door open, “What’re you doing on the floor, Mummy?”

Katie came behind her while still holding Buddy on her hip, “Right, yer little terror, let’s get you cleaned up. We gotta wash yer hands, and make sure all the chocolate is gone—”

The Irish woman stopped mid-step, as her eyes swept the room.

Katie noted the way that you were curled up against Leah, who was sitting awkwardly with one arm wrapped around you protectively. Paramedics were crowding them in the background, one of them crouched beside your legs. Beth was perched on the edge of the counter, pale as anything and staring like she had seen a ghost. Rose was talking rapidly on her phone, meanwhile Steph, Alessia and Kyra were scattered in the cramped space.

“What the fu… fudge happened in ‘ere?” Katie asked with wide eyes, adjusting Buddy on her hip, quick to correct herself with the two young girls around her.

No one answered immediately.

Then there was a wail.

A sharp, high-pitched sound of a newborn cry split through the room like a siren.

“Whoa!” Buddy gasped, her little eyes going as wide as saucers as she tried to twist in Katie’s arms, “Der’s a baby! Who baby dat?”

Katie’s eyes widened even more, “Is that…?”

“Der’s a baby!” Buddy repeated, half-excited and half-curious as she tried to wriggle to get out of Katie’s grasp, “I go down, Auntie Katie! Down, now!”

Rory peeked curiously around Katie’s frame, “Who delivered it? The postman?”

“Down, Auntie Katie!” Buddy protested, squirming in Katie’s arms and curious to take a closer look at the newborn in Leah’s arms.

“Right, we have to wash yer hands first, so yer don’t end up touching the baby with chocolate-covered fingers,” Katie carried Buddy over to the sink, resting her on the counter beside Beth, who still looked shell-shocked, staring at the baby girl bundled in the Arsenal training jumper.

“I wan’ say ‘ello to da baby!” Buddy tried to make a break for it.

Katie turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature before grabbing some soap, “Alright, yer little chocolate monster, hands out.”

Buddy reluctantly let out a huff but complied, putting her hands under the water while kicking her little legs against the counter beneath her, “I wan’ see da baby!” She whined, craning her neck to get a better look.

“Yeah, I know yer do, but yer can’t do that with sticky fingers, Tiny,” Katie reminded her, gently scrubbing at her fingers, “That’s a rule.”

“It good chocolate, do!” Buddy protested dramatically, wriggling in place, “I go down now!”

“I know, I know,” Katie chuckled, reaching over to grab a paper towel to dry Buddy’s little hands, “There we go, all clean and dry. Now yer can get down, little miss.”

“Mummy!” Buddy squealed, toddling towards Leah and the newborn baby, “Who dat?”

“hI, Bubba,” Leah greeted the 3-year-old with a kind smile, just as Buddy immediately reached out to touch the baby, “Ah, ah, no… Gentle, Buddy—”

It was too late.

Buddy reached out with curious fingers as the newborn baby stirred, scrunching her tiny face up and letting out the softest, sleepiest little grunt.

“... We have to use gentle hands, remember, Bubba?” Leah reminded the curious toddler, “She’s only tiny, so we have to be really careful.”

“Alright,” One of the paramedics stood up and gently cleared their throat, stepping forward, “I think we need to get both mum and baby checked out properly at the hospital.”

You stiffened in Leah’s arms. You didn’t want to to hospital—You didn’t even want the baby.

You weren’t a Mum. You couldn’t be. Not really. Not like this.

“M’... M’ not goin’ to the hospital,” You mumbled, anxiously, “I… I don’t wanna!”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s alright,” Leah tightened her grip around your shoulder and gave you a small squeeze, “I’m going to come with you both. You’re going to be fine. You just need to get checked out and make sure that nothing is seriously wrong with either you or the baby.”

You couldn’t stand to look at the baby in Leah’s arms.

There was so many different emotions going through you right now—But you knew one thing though.

You didn’t want her.

“Isn’t she lovely… Isn’t she wonderful… Isn’t she precious, ” Leah softly sang the lyrics, “Less than a minute old,” She continued, gazing down at the newborn bundle now wrapped in a soft pink blanket with loving eyes.

Leah sat on the hospital room’s windowsill, gently swaying the newest addition in her arms—the baby now dressed in a white babygrow with a hat to match, it was something that Katie had raced down to the hospital gift shop and found at the last minute. She was peaceful now, her little mouth working around nothing in her sleep with one tiny fist curled against her cheek.

Leah couldn’t take her eyes off her, “She’s healthy, my girl,” She said softly, not looking up, “Weighs six pounds, three ounces. She’s perfect… She’s tiny, but she’s perfect just the same.” Her voice cracked just a little as she looked down at the baby, using her thumb to lightly brush over the faintest whisp of hair.

You were lying in the hospital bed with your back turned, trying to block Leah out, to feel like any… none of this was happening.

“She’s adorable, Monkey,” Leah tried, keeping her tone of voice soft and gentle, “Do you want to hold her?”

You didn’t move—You didn’t answer.

“You could just hold her for a second? I bet she’d love a little cuddle from her mum, not from me,” Leah was determined to not give up, “You just… You just need to try, my girl.”

“I don’t want her,” You mumbled, the words escaping your mouth before you could even think, “Keep her away from me.”

Leah blinked in confusion, “What?” Her voice went quieter, her arms still bouncing the small baby as she stirred against her shoulder, “You… You mean you want to give her up?”

“No,” You turned around to face her, eyes wide and red-rimmed from crying, “I… I don’t know… I don’t mean that, I just…” You were fumbling with your words, “I don’t want her. She’s not mine, Mum. I… I didn’t even know—”

“Then, what do you want to do?” Leah stared at you, thrown completely, “You’re her mum.”

“I… I don’t know, mum,” You broke down into tears all over again, “I… I don’t feel anything for her.”

“Sure, you might not feel like that now. But she’s yours, sweetheart. You know, I know it might come as a shock, and none of us were prepared for this, but… she’s your baby.”

“N… No, she’s not. I don’t want her! I… I don’t feel like she’s mine.I don’t want to hold her, I don’t want to look at her—She’s not mine!”

“Monkey—”

“Beth phoned and wanted to let yer know Buddy’s okay. She’s currently on the sofa and eatin’ pizza as we speak,” Katie chuckled, walking inside the hospital room with takeaway coffee cups in hand, placing on down on the small table, “She’s full of questions for yer, though.”

“Yeah, that’s to be expected. I thought it was easier to leave her with Beth, and not my mum, or any family fo that matter. It would only cause them to ask questions, and that’s something I don’t think none of us are quite ready for yet,” Leah murmured, peering down at the newborn in her arms with the answer to her question still on her mind, “There’s a lot of questions I think we all want to know.”

“Have you spoken to Jord yet?” Katie wondered, slumping down on the spare chair in the room, “I think she deserves to know what has happened.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I know, you’re right, and I will,” Leah explained as she continued to rock the baby, “I’ve just… I’ve been trying to figure out what to tell her, and when it’s the right time, but everything is so up in the air, right now.”

“I can stay with Monkey, if you want to go outside and make the call?” Katie offered, kindly.

“Are you sure?” Leah took a hesitant glance towards you, reluctant to leave you straight away in the condition you’re in.

“Course not,” Katie shifted from the chair to perch on the end of the hospital bed, “Yer go and make that phone call. I’ll stay with Monkey.”

Leah stood slowly while still swaying slightly as she moved with the baby, her hand instinctively cupping the tiny head beneath the white cotton hat. The newborn gave a soft, sleepy grunt, one of those strange little newborn noises that they make.

“You’re okay, angel,” Leah smiled faintly, brushing a kiss to her forehead before gazing in your direction—You were curled up on your side, back to the rest of the room with your arms wrapped around your middle, “I shouldn’t be too long. Just… Keep an eye on her, yeah?”

Katie gave an affirmative nod in agreement, “We’ll be alright. The two of us, won’t we, little lady?”

You didn’t respond—You didn’t want to talk about things.

“I’ll step outside with the baby,” Leah said softly, reaching into her pocket to pull her phone out, “I shouldn’t be too long.”

“Okay,” Katie agreed, turning her full attention to you, “C’mere, little lady.Yer’ve been through a lot today, haven’t yer?”

Leah slipped out of the hospital room, shutting the door quietly behind her. The hallway was quiet, other than the nurses bustling around the room in the middle of the day, as the faint smell of hospital sanitiser lingered in the air.

“Let’s take a seat out here, yeah?” Leah cooed, gazing down at the tiny bundle in her arms—the newborn stirred again, letting out a high-pitched squeak as Leah bounced her gently, “Ooh, that’s better isn’t it, angel? You know, you’ve been born into chaos, but I promise that everyone is going to love you, regardless. And you have such a big family that is filled with nothing but love.”

Using her free hand to dial Jordan’s number, Leah balanced her phone between her ear and shoulder as she let it ring and awaited an answer on the other end.

“We’re about to give your other Nanny a huge shock, as well,” Leah murmured, each ring of the phone making her stomach twist, “C’mon, Jord. Pick up, pick up. Pick up the phone. This is important.”

Back inside the hospital room, Katie was trying to coax you into talking to her, “Come on, Monkey. Talk to me,” Katie looked at you in concern, reluctant to speak anytime soon, “I know yer feelin’ all distant and things about this. But it’s not good to bottle things up…”

You finally broke, turning around to face Katie with tear-stained cheeks, “I… I don’t want her, Auntie Katie.”

“Oh, little lady. C’mere,” Katie moved to be by your side, wrapping her arms protectively around you, “I know today’s been a lot, but yer don’t want to be makin’ rush decisions like that.”

“No, no, you don’t get it. None of you do. I don’t want her,” You repeated, your voice shaking now, “I don’t feel anything for her. It’s like.. It’s like she’s just someone else’s baby, not mine. I don’t want her.”

Katie didn’t argue; she just held you tightly and nodded slowly.

“That’s okay,” Katie murmured gently, “It’s okay to feel like that, though. It doesn’t make yer a bad person for having them thoughts.”

“She’s not… She’s not mine,” You whispered, curling in on yourself, “And I don’t want her to be.”

The phone clicked—Jordan answered on the other end.

“Le?” Jordan’s voice came through, casual and sounding like she wasn’t expecting this news, “You alright?”

Leah took a slow breath and adjusted the newborn baby in her arms again, just as she let out another soft grunt and stretched her tiny legs inside the babygrow

“Hey,” Leah said quietly, “I… There’s something I need to tell you. And I need you to just… listen, okay?”

“What?!! What… What is it?” Jordan asked, instantly panicked, “Has something happened to one of the girls?”

“They’re both fine, calm down, they’re okay…” Leah murmured, trying to keep her voice steady as she gently swayed, the baby nestled against her chest, “I think this is better explained in person, alright? But… Just please remember to keep an open-mind about things.”

“The hospital?” Jordan was immediately alarmed, “I… I thought you said both of the girls are okay—what do I need to come there for?”

Leah raked her hand through her hair, "Just... Look, Jord. I know it sounds worrying and it's difficult to understand, but I really think this conversation is better off said in person."

"Fine," Jordan exhaled a sigh on the other end of the phone, "Alright, I can be there in twenty minutes. Do you need to bring anything?"

"Yeah, that would be helpful," Leah agreed, "I'll send a list over."

"Okay. I'll grab what's needed and head to the hospital," Jordan said, already sounding like she was rushing around her flat.

"Just..." Leah continued, her voice wavering, "No asking questions, and no freaking out. Not until you're here, and then I can explain, yeah?"

"... Fine," Jordan reluctantly agreed, although Leah could tell she wanted to ask further questions.

"Good, alright," Leah took a moment to pause, "I'll see you when you arrive. Katie's here with me, so I'l send her out to find you." She hung up on the phone with a soft sigh, tucking it back into her pocket as she glanced down at the baby who had drifted back to sleep, “You really do know how to shake things up, don’t you?” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead.

The baby didn't stir at all, just remained safely asleep in the grasp of Leah's embrace, “Let’s go back inside and wait for your other Nanny, eh?”

Stepping back inside the hospital room, the door clicked shut behind her as you sat hunched on the bed with Katie beside you, wrapping a tight arm around you with a shoulder to cry on.

“Look, here’s yer Ma,” Katie softly said, turning to notice Leah walk back inside with the tiny newborn in her arms, “I bet yer could do with a big cuddle from her right now, couldn’t yer?”

You tensed in Katie’s embrace. Leah crossed over without hesitation, cradling your baby protectively, but her eyes were on you.

“Hey, my girl,” Leah shifted the baby girl in her arm as she carefully sat on the edge of the bed, “How’re you doin’? I‘ve just been on the phone with your Mama. She’s on her way now.”

“Y… You told her?” You stammered, turning to look at her in shock with red-rimmed eyes, “What did you say?”

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s okay. I haven’t told her anything yet,” Leah reassured, noting the worry in your facial expression, “I’ve only asked her to come to the hospital, because I think this conversation is best had in person, sweetheart.”

“Do you think… Do you think she’ll be mad when she finds out?” You questioned, fumbling with your hands, “I… I don’t want her to hate me, Mum.”

“Oh, baby,” Leah whispered, curling her arm around your back while your baby shifted slightly in her other arm, “Why would she be mad? I think if anything she’ll just be shocked. But we’re both going to support you. She loves you. We both do. Nothing is going to change that.”

You leaned into her automatically, pressing your forehead against Leah’s hoodie but your eyes kept darting to the tiny baby in her arms. The baby wriggled and let out a soft cry in Leah’s arms, and you flinched.

And then, without even thinking about it, you tried to shove the baby away from Leah’s chest, “I want a cuddle,” You mumbled, frustrated, “Not her. I… I don’t want her near me.”

Leah flinched at the movement, holding your baby tighter for a moment, but Katie reached faster.

“Here,” Katie said quickly, standing up and stepping forwards, her arms outstretched, “I’ll take her for a bit. ‘Bout time I had a cuddle with my new little niece.”

“Thanks, Katie,” Leah shared a grateful look with and passed the newborn over to her, “Come here, you. You just need your Mum to yourself, eh?

Leah barely finished wrapping her arms tight around you before you spoke up, “I…I don’t want her,” You told her, your words were muffled by her hoodie, “I don’t want her, Mum.”

Leah stilled, “What… What are you saying right now, sweetheart?”

“I don’t want her,” You repeated, a bit more firmer this time around. You sat up straighter, pushing away from Leah and glaring at the baby, “I don’t want her, I… I don’t want to look at her. I don’t want her anywhere near me. She… She’s not mine.”

“Monkey…” Leah’s voice was careful and steady, even as her heart dropped, “You don’t mean that, sweetheart. This little baby girl… she’s yours. She’s your flesh and blood. I know everything has come as a shock today, and it’s all been a bit chaotic, but you don’t really mean that, do you? Things will calm down, you’ll get used to it…”

“I don’t care,” You snapped quickly, jaw tight and refusing to look at the tiny bundle now cooing softly in Katie’s arms, “I don’t want her.”

Katie looked up with a furrowed brow, adjusting the baby more securely in her arms, “Hey, little lady. Yer shouldn’t make such a rush decision in this state. It’s been a long day, but look at her, she’s perfect, just like her Mammy.”

“I hate her,” You spat, shoulders trembling, “I hate her. I don’t want her near me.”

“What… What are you saying? You want… “ Leah swallowed the lump in her throat, “You want to put her up for adoption?”

You didn’t respond, you just stared at the floor in front of you.

Leah wasn’t quite done with speaking her mind, “Monkey… if you do that, then she’ll go to people she doesn’t know. Is that really what you want?”

You hesitated, only for a single second, but it was enough, “I… I don’t care,” You muttered, “I just… I don’t want her.”

The silence was thick in the air and the tension could be cut with a knife.

Katie remained to gently bounce your baby in her arms and whisper soothing words to her, but her eyes were flickering warily between you and Leah.

“Listen, my girl,” Leah kept her voice steady as her grip tightened around you, “I know you’re in a bit of shock right now, I mean… It’s been a huge day, and a lot has happened. You’ve just had a baby, you didn’t expect it and you’re scared. But look at that little girl, she’s innocent in all of this… You know she didn’t ask for any of this, Monkey. And right now, I bet that all she wants is her Mummy.”

“I’m not her mum,” You muttered bitterly.

“She is yours, though,” Leah said gently, “She’s your own flesh and blood. Regardless of what you might think right now.”

You shook your head violently in disagreement, “No. No, I don’t… I don’t want her! You don’t get it, Mum! She’s… When I look at her, I don’t… I don’t see her as anything—I don’t see the love I should have for her. I don’t feel anything for her—”

You were cut off by the high-pitched wail from your baby in Katie’s arms, “I think someone wants in on the attention, eh?” She teased.

“I… I don’t want her to be adopted by strangers,” You muttered, pausing to take a breath, “I don’t want to raise her either.”

Leah’s breath caught in her throat, “What… What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” You looked at her, eyes red and puffy while your jaw was clenched, “I think that if anyone was to raise her then I want it to be you and Mama. She deserves to be with two people that will love her, just… just as much as you love me, and Buddy.”

“But… It’s not that simple, my girl,” Leah admitted, confused, “Me and your Mama, we’re not together anymore. We haven’t been for a long time. It’s just not that easy to say you want us to adopt and raise her. It’s… It’s going to be more complicated than just that.”

“Please, Mum,” You pleaded, “I can’t… At least this way I know she’ll be in good hands. Please, just think about it.”

Leah blinked hard, her throat tightened at the weight of your words, “I’ll talk to your Mama about this and see what she says. But this is a lot to think about, Monkey. This isn’t a decision that we can just rush into making.”

Down at the other end of the maternity ward, Jordan had arrived and stepped through the door with a car seat clutched awkwardly in one hand and her phone in the other, sending a quick text to Leah to let her know she’d arrived.

There was nothing more other than complete confusion written over her face as she scanned the area and tried to make sense of things.

“Ah, mate, yer here!” Katie jogged lightly over to Jordan and exchanged a brief hug with her best friend, “Guessin’ yer a bit confused about all this, eh?”

“Just a bit,” Jordan murmured, eyes flickering between Katie and the ward, “What the hell is going on? Leah just said to keep an open mind, but what the hell… What’s happened?”

Katie held up a hand to stop on the onslaught, “Breathe, mate. Everything is fine. It’s just better if Leah explained things. It’s not my place.”

“Everything is fine?” Jordan raised an eyebrow, impatient and clearly unconvinced, “You’re meeting me outside of a hospital ward, Leah asked me to bring a car seat and I’m supposed to act normal?”

“It’s… It’s alright,” Katie cracked a smile and gestured to the door behind her, “Trust me… This one’s better explained in person by the right person. Let’s just go through here, yeah?”

Jordan squinted at her, keeping her jaw tight but eventually, she gave a sharp nod, “Fine, alright. But this had better not be a prank or something. It’s a bit late for April’s fools day now.”

“It’s not a prank,” Katie confirmed, voice quieter now as she held the door open and nodded towards the corridor inside, “Come on.”

Together, the two of them walked the length of the long hall as Jordan grew further on edge with every next step that she took.

Katie stopped at one of the rooms and knocked gently before opening it.

Jordan stepped inside, and immediately froze.

“Hey, Jord,” Leah was the first to break the silence from where she sat in a chair next to the hospital bed, peacefully feeding a tiny newborn—your newborn baby girl while you had eventually fallen asleep, exhausted from the day you’d had.

“What… the fuck?” Jordan whispered.

Leah exhaled a deep sigh, “Just… Keep an open mind, alright?”

Jordan didn’t move as she kept her eyes locked on the baby in Leah’s arms. Her brain was scrambling to fill in the gaps, but nothing was making sense, “Is that… Did you… What?” She eventually finished on.

Katie gently stepped in, taking the baby from Leah with a sense of practiced ease to take over feeding her, giving Leah and Jordan the proper chance to talk.

“Come on, let’s go outside and talk about this,” Leah stood up slowly from the chair, approaching Jordan as she placed a hand on her arm, “I don’t want to wake Monkey up. She’s not long fallen asleep.”

Still stunned, Jordan reluctantly followed her ex-girlfriend out into the corridor.

“What the fuck, Leah?” Jordan hissed, her eyes wide as saucers, “What the… How did… I don’t get it? Monkey was pregnant? And you didn’t even think to tell me about it!”

“Would you calm down and let me explain, first please, and not just jump straight to conclusions?” Leah leaned against the wall, arms crossed as her heart raced, “There’s an explanation for this, Jord.”

“Oh yeah, this ought to be good…” Jordan mumbled, reluctant to be convinced, arms crossed over her chest, “Well go on then. I’m waiting to hear it.”

“Nobody knew Monkey was pregnant, Jord,” Leah admitted, raking a hand through her hair, “Not even herself, she thought it was just bad period cramps.”

Jordan snorted, “Oh course like anybody is going to believe that.”

“I’m being serious, Jordan! “ Leah hissed, trying to not cause a scene, “Monkey really didn’t know, nobody did… not until she was in the training ground toilets giving birth.”

“What the…” Jordan was left flabbergasted, “She was pregnant? All of this time, and none of us knew?”

“Yep… I don’t know how she didn’t know, I don’t know how none of us even realised she could be,” Leah mumbled.

Jordan pressed a hand to her forehead, pacing in a tight circle, “Jesus Christ.”

“She was in shock. She still is,” Leah continued, “And… And that’s not everything. She doesn’t want to keep the baby. But she doesn’t want her adopted by strangers either.”

“What?” Jordan stopped pacing, blinking slowly, “So what does that mean?”

“Well…” Leah hesitated, looking at her ex-girlfriend in the eyes, “She wants us to raise her. You and me.”

“What? That… That couldn’t work,” Jordan blurted, starting, “Leah, me and you… We’re not even together anymore.”

“I know,” Leah said quickly, “And I did tell her that. But she wants us to raise her. She wants us to raise this baby like how we have raised her, and how we are raising Buddy. That’s all she cares about.”

Jordan looked like she was ready to protest, but she took one glance through the window and saw the tiny newborn in Katie’s arms, “I… I don’t know.”

“Do you want to come and meet her?” Leah offered, reaching for the door and opening it enough to just see inside where Katie was still feeding her, rocking to her gently, “You could hold her?”

“... Okay,” Jordan stepped closer as her breath caught, “She’s tiny.”

“Yeah,” Leah murmured, stepping in the door behind her, “She weighs six pounds and three ounces. But she’s strong. Just like our girl is.”

Jordan swallowed hard and stepped further into the room as her eyes never left the baby. She stood directly in front of Katie, “Can I?” She motioned to the baby with soft adoration in her eyes.

“Here we go, little ‘un. Yer ‘bout to meet another face,” Katie cooed, gently handing the baby to her.

“Hi, little ‘un. You’re tiny, aren’t you? But you’re so… perfect,” Jordan whispered, gently rocking the baby in her arms, “I bet you gave everyone a shock today, didn’t you?”

“She certainly did,” Katie chimed in, amusedly.

“She’s so precious,” Jordan whispered, not taking her eyes off the newborn, who wriggled once, then settled, and the woman blinked fast, lips parting with awe, “Okay… Okay, I’m on board with it.”

“Really?” Leah smiled, a genuine one this time, warm and soft, “You know… She still need a name. Have you got any thoughts?”

Jordan looked down again at the baby, “I didn’t really plan to be thinking about this again,” She joked, looking at her ex, “How about you?”

“Posie,” Leah took a step closer, brushing a gentle hand over the baby’s cheek, “Posie-Jean, after Monkey’’s grandma. A strong woman if there ever was.”

“I like it,” Jordan agreed, smiling, “How about… Berny for a middle name? After your grandma? This little girl deserves to be named after someone meaningful. I know how close you are with your grandma.”

Leah’s eyes filled with tears that she didn’t blink away, “Perfect, for a perfect little girl.”

“Posie-Jean Berny Williamson-Nobbs,” Katie joined the conversation, sharing a kind smile, “I think it suits her.”

“Welcome to the world, Posie-Jean,” Jordan cooed, pressing a light kiss to the top of the baby’s forehead, “You’ve certainly come as a surprise, but you’re going to be surrounded with nothing but love and support, and you’ll have a big sister that is absolutely going to love you when she meets you properly.”

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cvnt4him · 3 days ago

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Hiii I love you writing, I was thinking Izuku catching you touching yourself…hehe

smut warning !!

Izuku had been held up with work alot more than usual, it was testing season as school was finally coming to an end. Kids drowning in complicated problems as the teachers; izuku, struggled to keep their eyes open during these long boring days. They were all lucky if it happened to be a half day.

He tried his hardest to ensure that his students learnt as much as they could from him. Sometimes he'd stay awake at night keeping you up as well muttering softly in your ear with wide tired eyes full of worry and restlessness, words flowing quickly into your ear about all of his worries and woes of the kids. He was responsible, he felt responsible. He wanted nothing more than the best for them.

With testing lasting quite some time, or at least it felt like it; it was often izuku would come home and burt himself in whatever work he could or go straight to sleep. He needed a break but you couldn't offer that right now, he couldn't get distracted. He needed to be out together for his kids. So even when you tried anything it's not as if he indulged you even a little bit.

You grew tired of his distance, of course you understood however your needs were far too unbearable to go without. It's not like it was illegal for you to take matters into your own hands anyways.

You figured you'd be home alone for the next couple of hours, about 3-4 to be exact. It was still quite early and you had a lot of time on your hands after finishing up around the house.

You scrolled on your phone momentarily before edits of your husband showed up on your timeline, it wasn't abnormal for these things to show up. He's a teacher along with being a hero by night, he still gets asked questions and is even often seen hanging out with other pro heroes.

The way he looked in his suit, his hair billowing in the wind, the stupid velocity in the edit. It all had you giggling to yourself and rubbing your thighs together like some teenaged girl seeing Harry styles.

Your mind wandered the longer you allowed the video to replay, he was all yours. This sexy bulky man full of scars and experience, his mind as sharp as....well a teacher. It was all enticing. Your fingers slowly trailed down to your shorts finding themselves slipping through your waistband with haste you rubbed ran two fingers up your dampening panties that covered your aching heat wincing at the touch.

You removed your shorts as a whole and pulled your panties to the side, allowing your mind to do the rest of the work that you needed.

Soft moans left you as you rolled your head back, your fingers deep in your pussy emitting squelching sounds along with your arousal and slick coating your fingers and the inside of your thighs. You'd been like this for some time, chasing high after highschool thinking about your sexy man, he was perfect and you couldn't deny your ache for him.

You legs tensed and your body shook as another orgasm treated to wash over you, your fingers in reacher deeper inside of you while they squirmed with expertise, your other hand rubbing your clit fastly as you tried to suppress your moans that easily escaped. Your mouth agape and head thrown back as you fell into a wave of pure ecstasy.

As you felt your orgasm washing over you, your body growing tired but you couldn't dare to stop; your room door opens a long sigh leaving as a soft and kind of deep voice rings out through your ears.

A gasp quickly leaving you as your husband stills in the doorframe. His eyes wide open as he watched your half naked body cover up, he searched your face for some kind of explanation that honestly wasn't even needed. His cheeks dusted red with all of the blood rushing to his face...and cock.

You stuttered on your words and choked on your breath, trying to come up with an excuse or even an explanation for your actions. You felt guilty even, why for? No idea. Being caught seemed humiliating but also packed such a rush.

You whined in embarrassment, izukus shocked face only softening to one with love. He dropped his back near the door shutting it as he walked towards you shedding most of his clothing, u doing his tie along with unbuckling his belt and undoing his buttons to his shirt. He quickly pulled your flustered face into a quick yet deep kiss, he snatched all of your breath away within an instant.

Holding your face close in his warm scarred large palms. A small moan leaves the both of you as he finally breaks the kiss, leaving you undeniably breathless. It seemed like he still followed your lips despite being the one to end the kiss, a small chuckle leaving him as his fingers stroked your cheek

“ poor thing..I've been so busy I haven't had time for you. that was selfish of me, huh baby.”

Izuku looked down at you with his hair framing his face perfectly, his eyes lidded as he searched your face your eyes still full of lust and desperate for his touch. His hand slowly slid down your shoulder his fingers grazing your own before moving to your thigh and rubbing them, his hand inching deeper into the inner part of your thigh which was still coated in your very own arousal.

The touch to the sensitive skin of your thighs having you melt in his touch, his gaze only applying more pressure and affection to your growing problem.

A small mewl leaves you making him scoff softly in amusement. He places another kiss to your forehead before sighing once more. He was gentle with you as his fingers gently touched the outer lips if you cunt having your pussy twitch from the sudden stimulation.

“ let me take care of you. you deserve it. ”

And with that, you were taken away and ravished by your loving husband.

I think I should start putting warnings when writing smut .... maybe.

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kazumist · 2 years ago

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STUPID CUPID .ᐟ

✩ — in which you thought cupid was stupid for making you fall for a guy like wriothesley.

✩ — wriothesley x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 753 (woah). reader is down bad for wrio LOL theyre so me fr. reblogs are very much appreciated !!

you never found wriothesley attractive.

well, that was before, at least. now, you’re currently undergoing a love crisis because how and when did he even become so attractive in your eyes?

since when did wriothesley look so good in rolled up sleeves? (one of the rare times where you’re thankful that the uniform has long sleeves, really.) since when did wriothesley look good in fitted clothes? since when did his chuckle start replaying in your head at random times during the day? and archons, since when did you even start liking the way he says your name?

just when did wriothesley start to become your type?

a few months ago, you didn’t even spare him a glance when it wasn’t needed. yet now, here you are, most probably on the brink of losing your sanity just because of a guy who you’re 100% sure doesn’t even think of you the same way.

you don’t share that many conversations with him, but when you do, it feels like you are floating. maybe it was simply because of how good his voice sounds, or maybe it was because you’re actually talking to him—who knows?

the words that your friends had said before started to echo in your head, “you know, when you’re in love, you’ll feel like your dreaming every day.” you didn’t believe them at first, of course; it just sounded impossible for you. but the tables just had to turn on you, didn’t they?

“as i was saying, i think it’s best if we take another approach to doing this project—are you okay?”

oh shit. this just proves their point even more, you completely forgot you were in the middle of talking and planning about your project with wriothesley because you were thinking about him!

“huh? oh yeah, don’t worry about it.”

he nods in acknowledgement and continued to voice out his thoughts and archons, you were so close to melting. no way in celestia that even you even find him attractive as he is explaining his ideas, right?

right?

who knew that a project could bring two people together?

you managed to find out all sorts of things about wriothesley. a few of those would be: he has a little sister named sigewinne and he lets her style his hair whenever he’s at home, he usually does morning walks during the weekends to watch the sunrise, he really likes drinking tea and doesn’t like talking too much because his throat becomes too dry for his liking, there’s also—

yep, you’re falling deeper than you initially thought.

stupid, stupid cupid!

cupid must’ve been stupid. there’s no other explanation for it. because why did you just have to fall for a guy like wriothesley? wriothesley, who’s way out of your league. who you’re positively sure doesn’t like you back (and has no plans on doing so). wriothesley, who wasn’t even your type yet, here you are, going crazy over him!

just why did you have to fall for wriothesley who's… currently walking towards you right now with a bouquet of tulips in hand?

“what’s with the tulips?” you asked him.

you didn’t have to be a genius to know what tulips symbolized—love and happiness is what they mostly meant.

“are you going to give them to sigewinne?” you followed up on your last question. “ah, they’re actually for you," he replies, keeping his eyes on the bouquet in his hands and refusing to look you in the eyes instead.

wait.

did he just say they were for you?

“huh? for me?”

he silently handed you the said bouquet and proceeded to put his hands in his pockets. there, you noticed a little note attached.

i love watching the sun rise, but i’ll love it more if i get to watch it with you.

“if you don’t feel the same, it’s completely fine with me. i just wanted to let you know that i hold romantic feelings for you and—" he started to ramble, which is very out of character of him since you’re well aware that he doesn’t like to talk too much.

you didn’t believe everything at first. wriothesley suddenly giving you a bouquet of tulips was already unbelievable enough for you, but to read this note that was obviously written by him? you’re probably just dreaming, right? yeah, that must be it. maybe you just fell asleep, and now you’re dreaming of this whole thing—

“i’d like to watch the sun rise with you as well.”

maybe cupid wasn’t stupid after all.

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the-monkeies-girl · 1 year ago

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Noa x human reader maybe reader is telling him about human customs

The slow burn queen reTURNS!!!!!

Title: Customary. Rating: K. ( Super fluffy, we love. ) Words: 4.2K+ Pairing: Implied ! Noa x Human!Reader. Summary: Noa finds the concept of kissing interesting, he knew about it, has received his fair share from primarily his mother, forehead kisses here and there, scattered like leaves in his memory, but it was never the preferred way to show affection. ** Does contain mild spoilers for Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes ** READ THE SERIES HERE.

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Noa, in his time knowing you, figured that pressing for explanations left him without them. Or at least, the imposing questions startled enough that you didn't quite know how to answer. Explaining to him that kissing was indeed a way to show affection, but it also had a deeper meaning, at least to you, proved a difficult task. He’s curious about it, you could tell as he was rocking back and forth in some anticipation of your words, but in his nature, he stayed quiet and looked at you, observing your expression and your demeanor.

Drawing your bottom lip in, you chewed it in thought before releasing it, completely oblivious to Noa’s eyes watching the movement with some sort of amusement. Why Echo does that, he did not understand. He chose not to, but would remain curious and accepting if you chose to ever explain it to him. He reached up and pressed the back of his right pointer finger to his lip, savoring the sensation for a few fleeting moments before dropping the hand again as you finally found your voice, “It’s… It’s a way to uh… I don’t really know how to…”

The change in your face as you trail off trying to explain, Noa looked at the crease between your eyebrows and mimicked the expression momentarily to remind himself that it was your inquiring face. He’d seen it so frequently lately, almost taking a sickening solace in it because it meant you would talk to him, it meant you would pay attention to him. Something in the pit of his stomach, as unsettling as it was, yearned to have you by him, scent, physically, mentally. Physical… Noa muttered inside of his head and let his green gaze fall to your lap, more or less to study your hands that collapsed there.

The fidgeting of your fingers was evident, twisting and picking at your fingernails. For a split second the Ape wanted nothing more than to grab them in some feeble attempt to keep you calm and focused but he refrained. Inappropriate behavior with an Echo, he was screaming at himself and raised his hand to touch the band on his arm; a habit he found himself doing now when he needed to be grounded. The blue feathers tickled him and he closed his eyes for a split second. A reminder of who he was and who you were in comparison. Next on the list of ailments were the hard swallows and your inability to look straight at him. That he did not understand. Why not look at him? Perhaps, looking at him would help you answer! Noa would encourage answers occasionally when you were in the mood, but never forced them.

He, for a moment in time, could almost feel your heart beating, or at least, he could hear it and the pace sped up. It was a strange sensation. Whilst he knew that time didn't speed or slow down, it felt like both were happening simultaneously. Like, he had climbed to the highest point possible and intentionally let go. That feeling where you’re caught in the air. Did your heart speed up? Noa tilted his head as you came to glance over his shoulder at the tall trees that happily boarded the village, any attempt at words now ceasing as you didn't know how to explain to him what a kiss meant to you. Maybe, he mis-heard.

“It’s romantic.” Finally setting on a word, you shifted on the log you had grown to enjoy from hours of talking to Noa. It was a term sometimes forgotten, especially in the state of the world. Humans who had the ability to breed successfully often did so out of necessity, never love or romantic intentions. You thought about that. Your parents did just that, you were a product of need, not love. In fact, thinking kisses were a romantic notion has always been brushed aside, many telling you it was merely a fever dream, an unrealistic goal and you needed to get your head of the clouds to focus on the bigger picture. Humans are denoted down to mating for need, not for want, pleasure and surely not for romantic gain.

“An expression of… love.” You went on to say, preoccupying your hands by picking at the log you were sitting on. A piece of wood splintered off and a deep part of you wanted to shove it between your skin just to get yourself out of the situation. Out of having to explain. Words escaped you again when he looked at you. Swimming in green eyes for a second, you swallowed hard and forced your eyes to look elsewhere, knowing that Noa was able to inadvertently get you this… Worked up with just a look was uneasy at times, especially when the two of you were alone. Oftentimes, at least since Noa found you, he left you feeling something inexplicable. Something almost, dare you say, primal. The want to touch him, the want for his attention. No, you whispered inside of your head, it was beyond that, but it was not possible for it to ever become a reality. It… was…You were shameful to admit what it was. The thoughts racked in your mind like a vicious attack. Not even wanting anymore, it felt like a need that was drawing the two of you together like magnets. Need to be near, need to hear him, need to smell him, to… Indulge in him.

Love itself was an understanding between the two of you, it was often brought up here and there when discussing bonds, usually between families. You had gotten quite a bit out of him regarding, especially when you were introduced to both Soona and Anaya. The three shared an intensely deep bond, reminiscent of love between siblings, including pestering, annoyance, admiration and teasing. When you explained that to Noa, he concluded that your comparison was very much on the nose.

He very seldom touched based on his parents; a very obvious fresh wound he never wanted to delve into and you never had it in yourself to ever ask flat out. He explained before many times what had happened, but only because you would get a part of the story before he trailed off to say something that would throw the conversation to the side. You’d ask again a few days later getting another slice of the story and through that you put your pieces together. His father was gone… Their village burned… Many lost, but many found. They returned, rebuilding now. His mother, still here and you had the privilege of meeting once, and through their time restructuring their clan, they mourned. A custom deeply ingrained in the Apes which you had no idea about until he explained in simple terms.

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‘Missing him’, he signed to you the day you asked about his father, about the relationship. Perhaps, a form of escapism. You never knew your father as well as you wanted. ‘Many days I spend thinking how it would be different if I were stronger, more able to save…’

“You did the best you could have, Noa.” You whispered to him out of empathy. It was evident in your voice, and Noa found it impeccably interesting just how easy it was to read humans. Their faces and their voices gave away so much of their inner thoughts, and it was truly no different with you. Though, there was something about you, off putting at times, that Noa couldn’t quite pinpoint. He shook it aside often as he figured maybe you were reserved and didn't want to talk, only letting it bother him in the late nights when he found it difficult to sleep, when he was fidgeting with something to fix. You were not telling him something, there was an obvious secret.

Obvious secret that came to fruition when he recognized you cared for him beyond that of any other social relationship he had. That was this moment when it got quiet between the two of you. No words, not even a sound coming from either of you as Noa peered into your eyes, his next string of signs coming off pseudo aggressive, but his intention was to impress. He would do this with a female ape he had piqued interest in. Boast of your accomplishments. Show you are the best or the best and are able to provide comfort and security. He indirectly did this towards you, ‘I am strong now,’ His signing was slow, languid as you were still learning. You found it endearing he was able to accommodate.

‘I understand…. Things I did not. Understand more now… About…’ He gestured at you instead of signing the word for ‘Echo’. He meant it as a personal statement, but your name was left out of it to keep some sort of distance. ‘I learn more because I have you.’

He saw a small smile creep on your lips, just enough to tease him with the image of a full grin. A full expression of glee. But, it was short lived as you wrapped your arms around yourself protectively and let your eyes fall to the side, “Thanks for giving me a second chance.”

Duel meaning with that, Noa huffed to himself. He had saved you once, shortly after returning home to rebuild. You were battered, bloodied and begged. Apes from the other Valley must have gotten their hands on you, having often used Echo’s to hunt for sport and leisure. At least, that is what he figured and he never pushed you to detail the events that lead you to the Eagle Clan. It took you a long time to warm up to him, to any of the Apes, but once you did, your value skyrocketed when Noa realized the potential he had to learn about Echo’s, about their habits and culture and how it may have differed from his own. He saved you both physically and then mentally by keeping these conversations going. You knew their purpose, he explained it in quite some detail. He was taking it upon himself to learn the ways of Echo’s as that is what Caesar intended. Raka intended. Maybe even what Noa now truly intended, no longer subsiding and explaining to himself that it would benefit the clan as a whole. As long as you selfishly benefited him, Noa was satisfied.

‘Ape and Echo…” He told you with a sharp intake of breath, moving just an inch towards you to captivate your gaze once again. ‘Human.’ He didn't correct himself and you knew what he meant by the word ‘Echo’, it was a courtesy now for him to call you what you would call yourself. A human… (Name). Noa didn't dare delve into that sort of familiarity yet and instead he loosely let his eyes fall into yours, defenseless in appearance and he could see your chest rising and falling out of the bottom of his vision. Echo’s were prone to nerves, often manifesting in heavy breathing, sweating and occasionally aggressiveness though Noa had yet to see that with you.

It was a quick analysis you did with him so near to your face. The creases between the bridge of his brows, the tiredness that leaked from under his eyes, his lips partially opened to display his canines. Not actively doing anything to be intimidating, he just naturally was. There was a gruff nature to his appearance, one that was slightly mysterious but oddly inviting, you wanted to run your fingertips up the broad plain between his eyes into what appeared to be coarse fur. Just to know what it felt like, just to say he allowed you to do that. Breathing in, Noa could see your rib cage expanding and then sinking back in. You were thinking. At least, so he thought. This was the closest he’s been to you, and while your scent was evident whenever you were around, it was almost overbearing now. Intoxicating and smothering. Noa would let you drown him if you pleased.

He clarified what he meant, ‘Side by side? Possible?’ Letting your breath go, Noa turned around and paced to his right. There was no reason to be so close, he figured. No reason at all.

‘Maybe.’ Was the garnered response he got from you when he peered over his shoulder, now longing to hear your voice as you had signed your answer.

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Now, the word… Romantic… This was the first time Noa heard of this word. He understood now that it was a branch of love, but how far down did it go? Paternal? Maternal? Mates? Friends and acquaintances? No, no he thought to himself and shuffled to his feet. He took pace to the right and lightly placed his hand on his horse. Love between himself and his horse? They snorted in response, Noa dropping down to all fours and crawling to you.

You had watched his movements. He was contemplating and processing; something the two of you found yourselves doing the more frequent these conversations were. His deal was to pace, usually to the right of him. It shocked you that he had moved so fast towards you, it would only take you spreading your legs ever so slightly to allow him between them. To allow him to be as close to you as possible. But, you kept your knees together, keeping him at a distance. He sat back in front of you on his legs, eyes flicking between yours, reading the minute details on your face.

“Love between?” He signed that ever so slightly, grunting with the movement. It was fast, but you understood it enough to contemplate an answer. And there was only one, and you had hoped with it would come the end of the conversation.

“Mates.”

It was now Noa’s turn to crease his eyebrows, this time out of bitter confusion. Romance and romantic endeavors were not completely lost, now that he understood what it fully meant. As opposed to Apes before the Rise, they now had the social ability for monogamous and romantic relationships. Noa knew of nothing else in his clan. You may love and like whomever you choose, a mate for life, though of course there was the occasional talk of who would be best suited for another. Marriage was an enlightened way of living, or so Noa heard from many around him. He felt destined at times, but never found anything beyond that.

Were… you implying based on your inability to say’ romantic’ off the bat, that Apes were not capable? Apes did not understand? That is where the question and tone that left Noa came from, purely from offense and defense at the same time, “Eagle Clan…” He paused to collect his thoughts to make sure you understood what he was saying and to change your conception. Your human ignorance. You couldn’t be blamed but it was still a frustration. “Do you not think we have?”

“I---” Feeling like a child being scorned for doing something wrong, you dipped your head and looked at your fingers again. Noa was stiff next to you, shoulder blades turned in ever so gently. It wasn’t apparent from a distance, but surely this close to him, you could see the change of his stance. It left you almost breathless but you shook it aside and muttered shamefully, “You do.”

“Many generations,” Noa stood up and you found your eyes following him. His hips hit your eye line first, they were right in front of you. Narrow, but muscular. Good for climbing. His chest, broad and strong, but you suspected that as he had gotten older, it became increasingly so, to the point where you just wanted to brush your fingers against him to see how the muscles would react under your touch. Your eyes lingered for a few seconds longer on his scar, encasing his right pectoral. Then his face. He didn't appear mad, angry, which is often why he would stand up. To avoid, distract, not answer. This was different though, the way he held himself up. You couldn’t pinpoint the sensation but it left you nearly dizzy looking into his eyes, foreloned like you ate a forged mushroom that wasn’t what it appeared to be.

“My clan has been through many generations, and I have known nothing other than… Than…”

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to offend---”

“Not offended,” Noa grumbled, touching his hand to the side of his head. His grasp was open, hand resting in a ‘C’ position as he did so, repeating the movement a few times to emphasize to you what he was thinking, “Confused why you think Apes do not understand.”

“I-I…” You struggled for some answer. You only made the assumption up based on what you were told by other humans. But, Noa questioned everything you knew. Noa himself made you question everything you knew. “I’m sorry.”

“Echo’s apologize for such useless things.,” He turned his back towards you and shuffled to the right, towards his horse but then passed it. Towards the embankment of a small stream he often visited as a child when he was in trouble. He smiled fondly at those memories. “You did not know, how would you? You are not Ape.”

Noa knew you would follow him down to the water. You were faster this time than you usually were, Noa’s ears picking up on the sound of you immediately standing up, some twigs falling under your feet and crunching from the pressure as you made haste. He was amused ever so slightly by that, the urgency he put you in. More intriguing though, was the question that spilled from your lips.

“Have you ever felt it?”

He feigned ignorance to that and questioned back, “Felt?”

“Romantic love.”

Contemplation. Noa dipped his left fingertips into the stream and let the water trail between his open digits. It felt good, relaxing and calming though inside, he felt anything but. How would he know what it felt like? Would it… Make him feel different? Put him in a stupor like he found himself with you more often than the last few meetings? Would it make him feel feral? The disgusting feeling he had deep in the pit of his stomach to smash in the face of anyone who got too near to you, especially a male. The lingering on his palms of his fingers digging tightly into his already hard skin when you got too close to him. Would it make him… Lose control? Bite your arm, bite the space between your shoulder blades, grab your hair and pull you to him, make you his in the only way that was fathomable to him during those late nights when he couldn't find sleep.

Or… Was it that sensation he got when you were looking at him, making the unsafe assumption that he would not notice? Not knowing that you were stretching out towards him silently? Ah yes, that was often his favorite thing to catch you doing. He’d preen himself at the thought when he was alone, but now he was thinking it right in front of you, your arm briefly rubbing against his own as you crouched to be next to the water with him, eyes following the movement of his hand as he dipped it further into the water.. He needed to answer before you asked again, a tendency you did when you knew he had an answer stashed away somewhere.

“I do not know.”

Fair, you thought to yourself and mimed his behavior. Your right hand dipped into the water, encasing the entire thing and cutting off right at your wrist. It was shallow, not quite a river, but with time, it surely would forge its way. You had no idea how it must have felt to them, the bonds you had with Humans were all beneficial by circumstance. Artificial at times, never natural. Apes, even now as they were before, were incredibly social. You envied that they stayed that way, you yearned to have something similar. Humans were hostile, especially towards other humans they saw as threats and you only had a place if you could help or advance in any way. Closing your eyes, you hand moved from side to side, feeling small pebbles right beneath your fingertips.

Brushing your thumb accidentally against Noa’s, you were afraid to even look at him through your peripheral. Mustering enough to do just that, your eyes slipped open and you were relieved to see that he hadn’t noticed. Or at least, he didn't react. Maybe you got lucky and he thought it was the rushing water. You stiffened regardless but didn't push your hand back or move away. Instead, you steadfastly stayed put and swirled your left hand back towards him.

“Have you,” He started, softer than he meant, knowing what just happened under the water. He reached his thumb out once more just to see. “Have you felt?”

Noa moved this time, shuffling on his feet to get into a more comfortable position. His hand paced towards yours. You knew and your heart skipped a beat. Noa was mildly passive at times, shy and reserved on the surface but passive to serve his curiosity. He’d rather sit and observe and only take action when it was needed. Was he taking action? You were unsure but may as well try… That was a lame excuse but you found yourself repeating it over and over. Following suit, you reached your thumb out. Brush. That was definitely a pebble. It was too sharp to be anything else. Brush again. Oh, a stick, you clenched your jaw. One more… One more…

One more…. “Yes.”

Thumb caressing Noa’s, you had a hard time figuring out how it felt as the motion was submerged. It was rough, sure. Calloused most likely from years upon years of climbing and holding onto rougher surfaces. Hot, especially against the cold water that flowed now around the embraced fingers. He wasn’t necessarily reciprocating, but he wasn’t pulling away either. A good sign, you soothed yourself and boldly let your pointer finger find his. Now, your hands were in the form of a triangle and Noa finally responded. You felt his pointer curl slightly, tracing the smoothness that was your skin, down, down to the palm. Nonsensically, he traced a shape there.

“How.. did it feel?”

“It feels… Confusing.”

Noa nodded at this and shut his eyes pensively, his finger still pressing into your open palm. You could so easily close it though and grasp him. How that would be perceived, you had no idea but it was at least a thought.

“Confused.” He repeated to you, only using the past tense of your adjective. Introspectively, you wondered if Noa caught the fact that you used it in the present tense but his reaction told you he didn't. “I have not seen any Echo confused. Usually, know-it-alls.”

That made you laugh audibly. Noa glanced at you in that moment, taking in the nature of your face. The lines of your smile, curl of your lips, the sun basking your skin, cheeks ever so slightly red. It was a mental picture he’d like to keep forever. He beamed at that, that he was able to garner that sort of reaction from you. He hooted out his own laughter, feeling your fingers leave his as you pulled your hand out of the water. Patting it against your thigh, water droplets seeped into your skin there and Noa felt… Envious of them for getting to peer into you deeper.

“We usually are.” You admitted without hesitation, grasping your thigh with vigor. “But… Not with this.” Noa could have sworn he saw you vaguely gesture between himself and you, but it must have been in his head as you were quick to stand next to him. You simply pushed on your thigh as leverage to get up, Echo’s has terrible balance when compared to Apes. He made up the other movements. Yes, yes, he chirped to himself. Made up.

‘Why?’ He signed silently, knowing you caught him asking that without fully looking at him. He pestered you at the beginning with a lot of ‘why’ because you were explaining human things that he didn't understand.

“I don’t… Fully understand it.” It took only a blink for Noa to stand, his hand now dripping water from the tips of his elongated fingers.

‘Thought you did,’ This time around, he used both hands to sign. ‘If you feel it, how do you not understand?’

That was a good question you found yourself longing for an answer to and you wished you could give him that answer. You tried to come to one rationally. Maybe, what you were feeling now, letting your eyes trail up Noa’s body only to rest back on his unwavering glance, was just passing and fleeting. A crush of sorts. But, often with you, those sorted themselves out. You didn't want the attachments, knowing what the world was like. You didn't want the burden of someone else to worry about when you exerted so much energy worrying about yourself and your safety.

But with Noa, especially these last few months of building a relationship outside of just Ape and Echo, his own words mind you, it was… Different. Your eyes scanned crowds to find him, your ears knew the sound of not only his voice, but his huffs and grunts, the snort that fell from his lips when he laughed, the gait of his walk. Steady and sure of himself. You enjoyed soothing afternoons in the sun with Soona and Anaya as Noa went off on a small tangent, explaining how he was going to fix something in the village to improve their lives. The excitement he had when he got on all fours to move quickly when he saw something he wanted, something he wanted to accomplish… You sunk into his eyes, almost the color of the tree leaves in the early spring.

“Love doesn’t need to be understood,” Whispering that to him, you looked over his shoulder that was eye level to you as you were both standing and tried to find the most elegant way to put your thoughts into words. Elegance though, to Noa, did not matter. You could be blunt and brash and he would still listen all the same, “Love just needs to be embraced.”

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callme-holly · 4 months ago

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𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧: this is a p2 to this fic here but it can also be read as a stand-alone. i'll tag those who requested it at the end :)

The living room was deathly quiet, the tension hanging over the room so thick that it almost made it hard to breathe, or maybe that was just the anxiety building in your chest with each passing second.

Dallas sat beside you, lounging back against the couch casually, his arms slung over the back of the cushions, and it frustrated you how he could act so cool when you had your brothers glaring at you with heated expressions.

None of them had spoken a word, not since Darry had finished chewing your ear off, and that was about five minutes ago. Now they were just waiting on your answer, waiting for a good and reasonable explanation for why the hell you were hanging around someone like Dally.

Pony was looking everywhere but at you, and you noted with a slight sense of satisfaction that there was something akin to guilt shining in his eyes. It was him who had snitched and told everyone, him who had tattled on you and gotten your name straight into Darry's bad books, right alongside your boyfriend's.

Dallas shifted beside you, letting out a long breath, drumming his fingers against his denim-clad thigh in a momentary rhythm before going to stand.

"Well, as social as this had been, I got places to be, man." But before he can even think about heading towards the door, Darry has advanced towards him, standing in his way and crossing his arms.

"Sit down, Winston." The look in his eyes sends a shiver through you, and there really is no arguing with him. Dallas might be tough, but Darry was ten times bigger and, in your opinion, a whole lot scarier.

He sits back down slowly, his arm returning to its spot on the back of the couch, and you find yourself leaning into him slightly, earning a strange look from Sodapop.

"So, let me get this straight—" You watch Pony tense up as Darry goes on, "You were in Dal's car; you both got caught in a more than questionable position by Johnny and your own brother," he narrows his eyes at you, "and you're trying to tell us you didn't do anything wrong?" You shrink back into Dallas slightly, shrugging halfheartedly.

"It was only kissing." You argue quietly, and Darry scoffs, shaking his head.

"Just kissing, huh? You think that's my issue? My issue is, you told me you were out with friends, kiddo, and now I find out you were with your damn boyfriend, who is also Dallas Winston!" Your stomach sinks, and you look everywhere but at him as Dallas clears his throat.

"What are you so worked up for, Darrel, huh? You'd rather her be with some random soc who isn't going to treat her right?"

Your cheeks heat up, and you elbow him sharply, effectively silencing him and stopping him from digging you both a deeper grave. Darry's eyes darken.

"And what makes you think you're any good for her?" He asks coldly, and that catches your attention, your head snapping up sharply.

Anger floods your veins, and you suddenly sit up straighter, a defiant look flashing in your eyes.

"Will you stop acting like you know every little thing about us?" You snap, and his expression falls away immediately, morphing into one of surprise. "Dallas treats me just fine. I don't need you pretending you know what's good for me!" You push yourself up from the couch in one harsh movement, ignoring the shouts of all three of your brothers as you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

Darry watches you go with a guarded expression, his eyes dark, and after a few brief moments, he turns back to Dallas, eyeing him warily, though something in his face has shifted.

"Don't make me regret this," he mumbles, shaking his head slowly.

Dallas gives him a simple, easy grin. "I wouldn't dream of it, Curtis." And with that, he stands and follows after you, down the hall and towards your room.

The sound of the door opening and closing cuts through the quiet, and Sodapop sighs softly, sitting down in the armchair.

"We tried." He mutters, resting his chin against his hands.

Darry nods, his gaze fixed on the closed door of your bedroom. "They're impossible."

And, yeah, maybe he's right.

[tags: @goingdelux18, @creepzyxcute333]

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wildtooru · 11 months ago

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Behind the Mask

Kenji Sato x reader

Summary: Kenji Sato, the star baseball player and the new Ultraman, struggles with the burden of his dual identity. One evening, he decides to share his secret with you, hoping for understanding and support.

The warm lights of the city reflected off the windows of the cozy Tokyo apartment as you prepared dinner. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of utensils were the only sounds in the room. You glanced at the clock, noting that Kenji was running late again. It wasn’t unusual—between his baseball career and the mysterious "other job" he never spoke much about, his schedule was always unpredictable.

You sighed, stirring the pot of miso soup, when you heard the front door creak open. Kenji stepped in, looking exhausted but smiling warmly at you.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, kicking off his shoes and making his way to the kitchen.

"It's okay," you replied, offering him a reassuring smile. "Dinner’s almost ready. Tough day at practice?"

Kenji chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, something like that."

There was something in his tone that made you pause. It wasn’t just fatigue; it was deeper, a weariness you hadn’t heard before. You turned off the stove and faced him, concern etched on your features.

"Kenji, are you okay? You seem... different tonight."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. There was a flicker of uncertainty, but also determination. "Actually, there's something I need to tell you. Something important."

Your heart skipped a beat. You nodded, gesturing for him to sit at the table. "Of course, you can tell me anything."

Kenji sat down, his hands clasped together on the table. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts, struggling to find the right words. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability.

"Do you remember when we first met? You asked me why I never stayed in the spotlight, why I kept my distance from the media and even my teammates."

You nodded, recalling those early days of your relationship. Kenji had always been a bit of an enigma, a star player who shunned the limelight.

"The truth is," he continued, "it wasn't just because I preferred my privacy. It was because I have another responsibility, one that I haven't been able to share with anyone... until now."

You leaned forward, your curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Kenji opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, his gaze dropping to the table. He took a deep breath, his fingers tapping nervously against the wood. "It's... complicated. And I don't want you to think differently of me."

You reached out, placing your hand over his. "Kenji, whatever it is, we'll face it together."

He looked up, a mixture of fear and resolve in his eyes. "I hope you mean that," he murmured, almost to himself. He took another deep breath, his shoulders tense. "I'm Ultraman."

For a moment, the words hung in the air, almost surreal. You blinked, trying to process what he had just said. "Ultraman? Like, the Ultraman? The one who fights Kaiju?"

He nodded, watching your reaction carefully. "Yes. My father was Ultraman before me, and when he got injured, I had to take over. That's why I moved back to Japan and I’m always disappearing without much explanation."

You stared at him, a mixture of disbelief and awe washing over you. "But... how? When?"

Kenji sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's a long story. My father always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but I resisted. I wanted to make a name for myself in baseball, away from all the danger and responsibility. But when he got hurt, I had no choice but to step up."

You pulled your hand back, struggling to wrap your mind around his revelation. "This is... a lot to take in, Kenji. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He looked down, his expression filled with regret. "I didn't want to burden you with it. I thought... maybe you'd be safer not knowing. But lately, it's been getting harder to keep it from you. I hate lying to you, and I need you to understand what I'm dealing with."

You stood up, pacing the small kitchen. "This is... I mean, I understand why you kept it a secret, but... Ultraman? That's huge, Kenji. It’s not just some little thing you can drop on someone."

Kenji stood as well, a look of desperation in his eyes. "I know. And I'm sorry. I just couldn't keep it from you any longer. I need you to know the real me."

You stopped pacing and turned to face him. "I need some time to process this. It’s not that I don’t support you, but... this changes everything."

He nodded, a pained expression on his face. "I understand. Take all the time you need. Just know that I’m here and I want us to face this together."

You took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Okay. We’ll figure this out. But it’s going to take some time."

Kenji gave you a small, relieved smile. "Thank you. That’s all I can ask for."

As you both sat back down, the weight of his revelation settled between you. It would be a long journey, but together, you knew you could face the challenges ahead.

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bullet-prooflove · 15 days ago

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A Southern Man: Harry Wilson x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @buckysteveloki-me @hagarsays @misskrose @rainmg

Companion piece to:

Sugar - You're Harry's first stop when he makes it back to New Orleans.

Bourbon (NSFW) - The things you and Harry get up to with a 10k bottle of bourbon... it's sinful.

Court Days - Court days are your favourite days.

The Corkscrew - You realise Harry isn't the person you thought he is when you see him on a date with another man.

Harry’s a gentleman, a Southern man raised with honest to God Southern manners. That’s why he takes off his jacket when he notices a chill in the air, why he drapes it across your shoulders as he walks you home along the pathway that leads from the stables to your house.

You haven’t said much since he revealed his true nature. You’d listened diligently while you untacked Midnight, checking on the other horses before locking up the stables. He’d helped the best he could, filling the silence with stories of his adventures, explanations. He doesn’t know if that’s helping or hindering, if the deeper he gets into the lies, the further away he pushes you.

“I feel sorry for you.” You say finally and he swallows hard against the ache in his chest because that hope inside him, it’s dying. He’d prayed that you’d be able to see past the deception, that you’d understand it but truly how could anyone expect you to. “I have no idea how hard it must have been to keep everything so balanced, knowing that one slip up could just bring everything tumbling down.”

“Lying to you…” He struggles to find the words. “I hated it. I tried to keep everything as close to the truth as possible, when I said I was going out of town it was for business…”

“It just wasn’t the type of business you allowed me to think it was.” You summarise considering your past conversations. “You never actually said you were doing lawyer things, I just assumed and that’s part of it isn’t it? Letting people assume. It’s very clever, allowing people’s brains to fill in the blanks from their expectations. It’s like you’ve learned how to hack people.”

He's silent then because he realises there is no way on this earth he can take back what he did, the year he’s spent lying to you. The year that’s also been the best of his life.

“It must have felt very lonely being you.” You say as you reach the steps of the house. “Holding onto all of that, knowing that you couldn’t share that part of yourself with me.”

“No.” He says softly, shaking his head as you remove the jacket from your body. “When I’m with you I feel complete, like you see the real me, the person I am even without all the cons and the heists. You just see Harry.”

“I do see you Harry and that’s the problem.” You tell him, handing him back the garment. His eyes sting as he pulls it on over his broad shoulders. “If anyone else had lied to me like this I’d be kicking them off my land so fast their head would spin but I’ve seen the good you do, I’ve been a recipient of it. I know your heart is in the right place, that you’re trying to make amends, to redeem yourself after the whole evil lawyer thing.”

“But…” He can sense the word hanging in the air between the two of you.

“But…” You drawl as your fingertips trail along the lapels of his jacket adjusting them. “I need full disclosure from here on out. If we’re going to make this work, I need the truth at all times-”

“There are going to be some things that I can’t tell you.” He says his forehead coming to rest on yours. “Things that could endanger other people.”

“I understand that.” You respond, your nose grazing his as you look into his eyes. “I know the nature of the job, I get the need for secrecy, just no more lying alright? My heart can’t take that.”

“No more lyng.” He promises, his voice barely more than a whisper as his gaze lowers to your lips. “Only the truth from here on out.”

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andiberzatto · 3 months ago

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Hello angel face!! I’m new here but I’ve been a fan of your work every time I go on a carmy deep dive and see your wonderful writing! I’m also not very good at asks and if you’re not comfortable with writing something like this that’s completely okay, I totally understand buuuutttt I was thinking thoughts about just a soft carmy with sensitive reader. I know not very specific or helpful but i saw you just opened your box and figured I’d give it a go.

Also sorry about my explanation mark addiction i promise im not yelling their just so cute!!!!!!

Carmy’s girlfriend is anxious attachment. So even the slightest change in his tone worries her. Carmy doesn’t understand this. He doesn’t understand how his tone can effect someone. He never thinks before he speaks a lot of the time.

He laughs softly, removing his chef jacket and unbuttoning his shirt to change. He calls his girlfriend "Baby" like he always does. "You still up?" He asks softly, running a hand through his dark hair. He doesn't realize that his voice is slightly deeper than usual from being tired

she nods, “yeah. Bedroom.” she’s just up reading a book on their bed.

He walks into the bedroom, a slight sigh escaping him as he settles on the edge of the bed "What you reading?" He leans over to kiss her forehead gently. His usual casual self, but she notices his voice is deeper than usual "Long ass day..."

she nods “just a fantasy book… I’m at the part where they go to find the guy they need but he’s basically off grid. No one thinks he’s still alive..” she continues to ramble on about the book for a good couple of minutes, excited to tell carmy about her book. Carmy just sleepily nods, he’s exhausted from his day, normally he’d love this but he’s so beat.

He nods slightly at her choice of literature and begins to unbutton his shirt "Fantasy, huh? Didn’t picture you liking those kinds of books." His tone is playful, "You know what I really need right now?"

"A glass of wine and some silence," He mutters, tossing his shirt to the side. He begins to unbuckle his belt, his movements slower than usual due to his exhaustion. He doesn't realize that his tone is shorter than normal, which might seem irritable to her.

her mind turns over the “some silence” in her head. He said that after she yapped about her book. Did he mean she talks too much.. was he upset she gushed about her favorite character in the book?

Noticing her tension, he turns to face her, his expression softening slightly. He runs a hand through his hair again, frustration at his own tone evident "Baby..." He sits next to her on the bed, his voice slightly gentler "That wasn't... I'm just tired."

she looks at him “I know you don’t understand it.. but..”

He raises an eyebrow slightly, genuinely confused "Understand what?" He moves to lie back on the pillows, running a hand over his face tiredly "Are you mad at me?" His voice is deeper from exhaustion, but he's trying to be softer "What did I do?"

“Sometimes the way you say things or how you say them can be hurtful even if you don’t intend it”

He pauses, considering her words with a furrowed brow. Slowly, he turns to face her, propping himself up on one elbow. "Wait, you mean like... my tone?" His voice lifts in genuine surprise. He hadn't realized his exhaustion could be interpreted as irritability.

He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "I had a long day, baby. I'm tired and stressed, and I didn't mean to come across as short with you." He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, okay?"

He pulls her into a hug, holding her close as he rests his chin on top of her head. "I love you, even when I'm being an idiot." He murmurs softly, his voice muffled against her hair. "Can we just... forget about it and relax together for a bit?"

she nods “sorry I’m so sensitive”

He pulls back slightly, cupping her face gently with his hands. "Hey, no need to apologize for being sensitive." His tired eyes soften with affection. "That's just who you are, and I should learn to watch my tone better, especially after a long day." He smiles softly.

she looks at him softly from the space between his large hands that cup her face.

He leans in, pressing a gentle, tired kiss to her lips. "Let's just... forget about everything and just be together for a bit, okay?" He whispers, his breath warm against her lips. "No worries, no stress, just us." He nuzzles her face affectionately.

she kisses him once, it’s half hearted.

He chuckles softly at her half-hearted kiss, realizing she's overthinking again. He decides to cover her face with quick, soft kisses - cheeks, forehead, nose, chin - making her laugh softly. He pulls back slightly, watching her. "Baby?" His voice is low and thoughtful.

she giggles “yeah?”

He smiles, amused by her giggles. "You going to keep reading that fantasy book while I pass out?" His tone is playful but exhausted. He pulls her closer, burying his face slightly into her neck with a content sigh. "Wake me if dragons attack or anything magical happens, okay?"

she kisses him, “you can rest on my chest and I’ll read it to you?”

He freezes slightly, then smiles softly. "You'd do that?" He asks softly, nuzzling her chest softly. He's dead tired, and her suggestion suddenly sounds really appealing. He spreads himself on top of her legs like a starfish, his head resting on her stomach like a pillow.

she plays with his curls as she begins to read.

He lets out a content sigh, already drifting into sleep. The gentle sound of her voice combined with the comforting rhythm of her fingers playing with his hair makes a perfect lullaby. Occationally, he nuzzles closer, seeking physical contact.

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thewinchestah · 11 months ago

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"Chega de Saudade" - Alastor X Reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader.

Summary: When Alastor breaks into the V's building seven years later he expects to find a lot of things, lot of obnoxious, enraging, tacky things. He did not expect to find you. The Radio Demon does not take betrayl lightly and you have to live with the consequences of selling your soul to his worst enemy. Better yet, you have to live with the consequences of selling your soul to Vox and Alastor finding out. The soul you sold because Alastor left you for 7 years. Safe to say, it's a mess. A pretty, angsty, dark and delicious mess.

Warnings: Alastor is in Hell for a reason,general hellish violence,general hellish creepiness,eventual smut, i carioca coded valentino bc i can and bc he is very carioca sorry everyone,blackmail, Soul Selling, author is really invested in politics and decided to micromanage hazbin hotel canon, Corruption, Extortion, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, but nothing too explicit,mature themes in general, canon divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Eventual Smut, Alastor gets insane in this one you've been warned, fear play, Possessive Behavior, posessive sex, big bad radio demon is gonna fuck up the guy who stole his girl and will make it everyone's problem, Reader-Insert,no y/n,no beta we die like men here, i feel bad for tagging vox in this fic cause i think it's a disservice i really hate him and i make it clear so vox stans be warned, it's hell i hope y'all remeber ethics are fluid, posessive!Alastor, unhinged!Alastor, Isane!Alastor

Taglist: honestly only my queen @jyoongim i have no credibility to tag anyone anymore after being away for so long. If you wanna be tagged on future updates just let me know!

A/N:HI HEY BUNNY ANON IF YOU ARE STILL HERE THIS ONE FOR YOU!! Hiii everyone guess who's back. I had this fic cooking for a while now, actually i had a lot of writing cooking but in a very Ao3 author fashion a lot happened. You see i was on this writing streak and then my 15yo dog died while i was out of state. I had to go back on anti depressants and take a sabbatical. I got a new puppy and she's the light of my life. Got super sick, won a horse show. My first plan for this fic was having the first 3 chapters done and ready for debuting together because i always feel i'm lacking when i show up with only one chapter lol. After a while i realised i needed to get this first chapter out too see the light of day if i wanted to write again so here it is. This fic is a bit different from my other Alastor fics and i have a rough outline of 5 chapters so i think this beast will be more than 20k words long for sure. I decided to get a little deeper into Hell's politics and all the "no one ever thought of using heavenly weapons against hell even tough Hell's ancient and the best worst of humanity and demonkind is here". I call that bullshit sorry i'm brazilian i'm well versed in shady politicians and shady politics and unfortunatly, dear reader, you are in for this ride too. This fic kicks off right after "Stayed Gone". Also did i mention i'm brazilian and that my works are heavily inspired by brazilian media. This entire fic was inspired by one of my favourite songs of all time "Chega de saudade". And let's be real, Alastor and bossa nova are the perfect match. So yeah, english is not my first language and this isn't beta'd so sorry for any confusion or mistakes. Thank you so so much for reading my fics and always leaving the most kind beautiful and heartwarming feedback. I hope i can still deliver a nice story to my darling readers.

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CHAPTER ONE: chega de saudade a realidade é que sem ela não pode ser.

In the first year you were calm and collected. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation to why he is gone. Is he even gone, gone? He’s coming home soon, you can feel it.

In the second year you convinced yourself there were signs everyone explaining why he was gone and when he was coming back, you were just too oblivious to them before. But everything can be a sign when you are delusional.

In the third year you cried so much you felt you were constantly drowning. You barely left home and some thought you were gone too. Gone to him.

In the fourth year you finally gave in and took the deal. Lack of self-preservation and machiavellian schemes working together to create a trap for him. He would come home out of anger, ire. But you can't outfox the fox.

In the fifth year you decided to scour hell and beyond after him. You went to places just to taunt him. Paranoia became your best friend, blood sweat and tears as you repeat “This time it will work, I'm sure of it”. Can a lie be said so many times it becomes the truth?

In the sixth year you accept defeat. You buried him deep and went about like he never existed in the first place. Isn’t it mystifying how this city screams his name?

It’s the seventh year now. The alarm on your phone rings and rings and you feel like scratching your face off. It’s time to meet your damned executioner.

Rolling out of bed you open the curtains to let some light in. The penthouse from the V’s building has a great view of Pentagram City, looking down you get the feeling of dystopian sci-fi that is so characteristic of the technology district. Limelights, digital outdoors, and big opulent, oppressing screens greet you like a constellation of dead stars, long distorted from their original purpose and form.

You follow processional routine as you get ready. Choose a beautiful dress, put on make-up, and do your hair. It all feels like preparation for a sacrifice. One thing you learned from Alastor is that appearances are the best strategy and you intend to greet your handmade battlefield like a roman legion.

Alastor. Even thinking of his name hurts, especially today when you need to face the consequences of your actions, the consequences of his actions. He is gone, he left you. And now Vox owns your soul. You blame your fall from grace entirely on him, he forced your hand, he made you do it. Out of desperation, out of defiance, you sold your soul to Vox so he would come back and save you, so he would come back out of hatred, anger and ire to tell how foolish you were, how betrayed he felt.

Betrayal. Selling your soul to his sworn arch enemy should be treason worthy of him dropping anything he was doing to come and punish you, to address you. You just wanted to get a reaction out of him, proof that he still cared. That he didn’t just get bored of the empire of terror he fought so hard to build in Hell. That he didn’t, deep down, just disregard you like a shiny novelty, to be left when it got old.

You dry the persistent tears that insist on falling with clinical coldness. You are past feeling sad now, you don’t even feel angry anymore. You are past any emotion really, you just want to get this over with and get back home.

You went about your deal with Vox in many different ways, sometimes you felt like it was a good alliance, a slap on Alastor’s face. A side quest to gather as much information from the V’s inner circle, a social experiment. The truth is, during these past almost four years you were a mental gymnastics pro to justify your new arrangements. The cognitive dissonance required to live with the decision of being forever tied to Vox was an herculean task and boy he didn’t make it any easier on you. He would never be as refined as Alastor when it came to torture but there’s something about the coldness and calculated reality of the television business that was it’s own type of Dante’s inferno.

As soon as he got word of Alastor’s disappearance the TV overlord was on your scent, and he wasn’t shy about it either. You dodged him and led him on for almost four full years before finally giving in, everything was more or less under control during the early years of Alastor’s disappearance.

Until you saw the angel army leaving.

Death and gore were all around you. The sky rained blood. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to take a step forward only to realize you were knee-deep in demon blood. Adam was particularly ruthless this time, he seemed to have realized the unbalance in Hell’s power structure with one of the most prolific demon overlord’s absence and took full advantage of it. You choked on the sulfur filled air while the portal closed and Adam threw a last middle finger at the Pride Ring. A clawed hand offered you support as you were about to fall, your heart skipped a beat, for a split second you felt elation. In that split second a thousand thoughts, four years of misery and confusion passed through your mind like a movie. You were sure this was Alastor, showing up after the unprecedented carnage of today’s reaping. With the next heartbeat came the delivery of the most cruel reminder: the hand reaching for you was Vox’s. Alastor doesn’t care about anything anymore, not even losing territory.

The TV overlord was covered in thick, red blood and looked vindicated, a wide chesire’s cat grin on his face. Baptized in carnage, Vox had finally triumphed for the V’s.The V’s were now a force to be reckoned with in Hell, there’s no argument to be made. A good chunk of Alastor’s territory was now under their control, and everything that came with it too. Including you.

“My darling doe, be careful, we can’t have you hurt after the battle is won can we?”

Darling doe.

You threw up at the casual cruelty of the name Alastor called you with such affection being desecrated by Vox. He still supported you as you spilled your guts, you’d blame it on the nerves, the adrenaline, the reeking smell of death. Not on the fact that you knew he finally won, that the thing that broke you was to hear your name like that, on your lover archenemy’s lips. After that it happened. You sold your soul to vox. Of course he coerced you into it, and you were so mad with grief and betrayal that you felt like betraying Alastor back was the just thing to do. Pettiness and paradoxical hope dripping from your lips as the whole thing was done.

Every year this same flashback assaulted your mind as you got ready to meet Vox on the anniversary of your deal. It never went past the look you gave those pixelated eyes as he held you on that barren land, stopping right there when you made the decision that finalized your ruin. You still wouldn’t, couldn't face what really went down when you formalized your deal with Vox. Those memories were suppressed and tucked in under layers and layers of regret and self-hatred.

You gave yourself a final look in the mirror. No makeup smudging this time, you were getting good at numbing your feelings. Just a few tears, no more sobbing.

The yearly meeting with the V’s after the extermination was the perfect cover actually, everything was done in a way that it seemed like you were all cooperating. After all, you did hold a very good knowledge of the inner workings of Alastor’s deals, subordinates and territory. You knew who the V’s could “call in favours” and how to keep the peace. Or as close to peace as peace came when an abrupt power transition happened in Hell. You were a valuable asset to anyone really. Articulated in politics, masterful at the art of persuasion, kind, soft, charismatic, assertive, all in perfect balance, and frankly, breathtakingly beautiful. It wasn’t without reason that Alastor fell for you and that you became his most trusted advisor. You and Rosie were able to conceal his absence and manage his affairs for good two years and the better part of the third without raising any suspicion. Of course, the bigger they are the harder they fall and now you were walking down the corridor of the V’s building carrying a bulk of important intel that would dictate the fate of the Overlord power structure for the next year, at least.

The hallways of the building changed a lot since you first walked them. As the V’s grew in power, the building grew in grandeur. It was now an imposing beast, looming over Pentagram City. Modern corporate architecture that incorporated the savage capitalism of Vox Tech. Savage, cold, sterile, overbearing that’s how being inside the lair of Hell’s most up and coming trio felt. The tall ceilings and big glass windows were exactly what you would expect of a broadcasting network and silicon valley Big Tech company combined. As an esteemed guest, you got the privilege of staying in the coveted penthouses, with someone to attend to your every wish and demand. You also got an idea that Vox went a little extra with your treatment as a form of flirtation, he has been trying to convince you into moving in for a while, every time you stayed in, your usual penthouse had some shiny new thing that was made just for you, as he repeatedly emphasized.

This year’s token of affection was a makeup mirror-gadget-thingy, that looked out of a Totally Spies episode. You had to admit to yourself that this was way more thoughtful and useful than the gifts from the previous years. The thing was cute, practical and would come in handy, which was a big improvement. Vox had tried to sway you with all types of guns and high tech devices in vain. Well, there was also that embarrassing stance with the wire flowers with a hidden recording device. Needless to say that after that entire debacle Vox learned that he may own your soul but you weren’t a damsel in distress and you would reinforce your side of the bargain if he went too far.

You reached the elevator and went in, pushing the button for your destination.

The earlier you start this the earlier it is over, you remind yourself.

The panoramic elevator descended to the well guarded conference room, the guards didn’t bat an eye to you entering. You realized you were becoming a familiar face around here, that made you dread what’s ahead of you even more.

“There she is! Hello princesa, I missed that pretty face!” Valentino greets you. He’s the only one inside, sitting on the edge of the table. Well, that’s unusual… you think. Vox was always the first to get to the post-extermination meetings, plus he always gave you a slightly early timetable so he could have some alone time with you. Something must be going on.

“Hey Valentino, it’s nice to see you too! What gossip do you have for me today?” you give your best chirpy tone to the love moth. Look, you know how bad Valentino is, he is despicable really, even to your standards. But ethics are fluid, to say the least, in Hell. The acclaimed porn king was surprisingly engaging to talk to. He was fun and actually treated you like a person, which was paradoxical in itself, considering how infamous he is for exploiting and commodifying souls. You drove yourself mad with theories of possible agendas behind Valentino’s kindness towards you, but it was the simplest of answers really, for some reason Valentino liked you and he never denied himself of what he liked.

“You have no idea! We have a lot to catch up on, did I tell you about that bitch who was trying to spy on us?” a set arms gestures to you to sit down next to him. The next 10 minutes are spent talking frivolities with the moth. You’re not complaining, it's nice to get your mind off this dreadful day and you don’t get many.

Valentino, as always, has a lot to say, little goes on in Hell without him knowing who, what, where and why. Information, gossip, rumors, facts, if a single out of context word can be weaponized you better be aware that he knows. Pentagram city can be divided into districts and ruled by lots of different overlords, still, Valentino’s intricate web of influence and coercion stretches across all territories. Another poor soul manifests here and goes somewhere they should not be, talk to someone they should not talk to, discover something they should never know. All cases of “wrong place at the wrong time” are happily solved by a large sum of money from the moth and suddenly another thread is weaved into his web of knowledge, another secret made his. Valentino doesn’t operate like most Overlords and that’s where his power lies. He bribed and fucked his way into every major circle, every overlord’s inner circle, Hell’s best kept secret. If you were anyone in the hellish afterlife Valentino either fucked you or fucked someone very close to you.

Knowledge is power, and Hell’s gossip girl was proof of it.

You swallowed a lump you didn’t know existed, hearing the moth talk about how things changed in a matter of hours during the early post-war made you even more aware of the severity of the intel you were carrying. It was earth shattering (no pun intended) information.

Angels can be hurt. Angels can be killed. That meant a completely different way of existing in the afterlife, if this information goes public, the consequences are unpredictable and dire.

You don’t feel excitement knowing you technically can fight back, you feel pure dread.

To be completely honest, you feel like these “news” are not really news. You were pretty acquainted with politics back on Earth and this whole “omg no one knew about this! even though this was staring us right on your faces! is total bullshit. Hell is ancient, the exterminations are not a new thing, and there are some pretty smart people down here. To think that millenia after millenia masters of torture and skilled killers never thought of using heaven’s own firepower against them is wishful thinking at best. Sure, maybe after a few generations most sinners, even those who have power, may have been kept out of the loop about the chick in the holy army’s armor… but not knowing this at all just feels like a pretty convenient case of collective amnesia.

Convenient, that’s exactly what this is. It’s brutal, but that’s Hell. A scheduled massacre is a blessing to those who rule to maintain, reinforce and extend their power. And if you get lucky enough, empires will fall and you will make your move.

Vini Vidi Vici, that’s all you need to know about how Hell's politics work.

It’s true that with every massacre the Angel Army gets more and more brutal and unhinged. What was once justified as righteous mercy killings to stabilize the ever growing hellish population now is just a display of cruelty, these angels kill for sport. There have been rumors floating around of how the disproportional annihilation tactics are preparation for something bigger for a while now , and with the demonic royal families either operating totally off Pride Ring or being completely MIA, it is no wonder those influential enough are starting to get restless.

And that ties back to your first point, the thing that got you picking the skin around your nails while Valentino gossips. There’s a reason why this is being revealed now, you know how creating a narrative works, a few smart words and ideas become beasts of its own. A beast of its own that will tear anything on its way with the right fuel. The V’s have fuel to spare. Whose interest is that this information stayed hidden? Whose interest is that this information was allowed to be shared now?

Hell is constructed by layers and layers of complicated militias and parallel governance, each one a locked room of secrecy that is impossible to enter without a huge amount of connections and power.

“In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And, honey, you should see me in a crown” Valentino wisely said to you once. He’s a man of many many keys, and right now you are holding the fucking master key under your arm.

Speaking of Valentino, he notices that you dozed off and snaps his fingers, grounding you back to reality.

“My, my. You must have extremely sensitive information today to keep you from hearing the nastiest, hottest gossip of the moment babe” He takes a hit from his cigarette, an elegant and sensual move straight from an Old Hollywood film. The heart shaped smoke rings caress your face and for an instant you feel hypnotized, nodding your head profusely.

“But I already knew that” behind the rose coloured shades, you see a playful wink from his infamous red hot eyes.

The porn overlord quickly snaps his head towards the huge automatic doors, that open and reveal Vox and Velvette walking side by side exchanging looks between them that scream conspiracy.

“Sorry about the wait, my darling” Vox purrs on your way, stopping behind your chair and placing his hands on top of it, fingers dangerously close to your neck and shoulder. He pushes your hair to the side and lingers there, on your neck. “but as they say ain’t no rest for the wicked, am I right?” Velvette takes her seat beside Vox’s empty chair, meticulously placed in front of you, polite pleasantries leaving her mouth. She’s still a mystery, you never know her true stance on you, she keeps you on your toes. Does she like you? Does she hate you? Does she even care?

“If you say so, boss!” you give him your best pageant smile. “So, who’s climbing up the ladder of the food chain today?” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your performance begins.

“Aw baby, you know I love when you call me boss! keep talking dirty to me” Vox lands a wet kiss on your cheek and makes his way to his chair.

Right in front of you, so he’s always staring at you, drinking in your every move. You cannot fail, you cannot falter.

As much as you’ve gotten used to pretending, pretending you like the V’s, pretending you don’t feel disgusting inside for being here, pretending you don’t hate Alastor for putting you in this situation with a burning passion but still missing him so much you feel someday your heart will stop beating in protest to him absence, it’s still hard. Especially when Vox touches you. Your eyes focus on cybersharks swimming behind Vox’s seat and concentrate on keeping your awarding winning poker face.

“This year looks really promising I will tell you that! The orders for both your weapons and tragedy porn cameras doubled since the last extermination! I will give credit where credit is due, that fuckboy Adam knows how to put on a show!” he snaps his fingers graphs, stats and footage appears on the various screens. But it’s all irrelevant, it won’t matter when you spill your secret.

“Lot’s of veeeery interesting happenings but I thought this year we might… start differently. Let’s forget the profit talk for now, change things a little. Did you guys see anything out of the ordinary? Did something stand out?!” he spins around his Big Boss ™ chair and stops with his hand under his chin, leaning in to you like a schoolgirl with the hottest new gossip.

“Oh! I heard things -” Val also leans in getting closer to the TV overlord face.

Vox’s grin shrinks, lifting a finger in protest

“We know, we know, you always hear things Val” he replies in a monotone tone

Velvette, who spent this entire time typing away on her phone, interjects

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way girlypop” finally looking at you she asks, or rather, states the million dollar question “ but what Vox means is that we know you have something big cooking inside those files, so let’s drop the bullshit and go straight to it”

The doll puts her phone down, she knows how important this is, how this secret will probably dictate how things will go from now on. You can call Velvette many things, but she is clever and under all that attitude and posh accent lies a brilliant strategist.

“Plus, we all know you are contractually obligated to tell anyway, so spill, and can make this quick and painless to everyone involved”

Right, your cartesian, empirical proof that angels can be killed. Caught on the scene of the crime with the gun in your hands.

You don’t waste anymore time, the words leave your lips like you’re choking with the threat they present. You tell them everything: where the exorcist was killed, how he was killed, the golden ichor blood that oozed from the wound, where the body was hidden. Everyone is silent while you speak, even the mechanical sharks seem to have stopped swimming to listen.

After that you don’t remember much more of the meeting, it felt like you took the backseat of your own mind, the overwhelming feeling of dread making you so out of breath. Something is coming, something fucking coming and you can’t breathe. Anxiety sets under your skin like a second skeleton begging to crawl its way out and you find yourself sitting in one of the lavish anterooms of the V’s building.

“So, the cat’s out of the bag then” you recall hearing Vox saying when, as if on cue, a few moments before the meeting was being declared over, the emergency broadcast about the reduction of the extermination date from a year to six months was issued. You four watch the transmission and you wonder if that’s what it feels like to get the news of the end of the Cold War, the doomsday clock finally hits midnight and we are nuking each other out.

Mutual destruction assured.

Your mind wanders back to your life on earth, if life up there is better or worse these days. You died so young, everybody told you, your Untimely Demise a big topic of conversation that you yourself didn’t know much about. But nothing, nothing in all of your living years and your years from Hell to eternity could prepare you for what comes next.

“So the Radio Demon is back in town! Why is he hanging around? What does it mean for your family?”

The news hit your ears like a tsunami and you feel dizzy. It’s easy to find a big screen here and you are running to the closest one before your brain can even compute the words.

Alastor is back, Alastor is back, and he didn’t come find you.

The next sound wave is even worse, dragging you ashore to your feelings without any reprieve.

“Salutations!

Good to be back on the air! Yes, I know it's been a while, since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast

Sinners, rejoice!”

This isn’t a prank, there are no cameras and a sadistic tv host waiting for your humiliating reaction, instead all pairs of eyes in Hell are glued to the screen watching as the two Overlords fight it out.

Thus, no one notices how your entire body shakes and your vision goes black. It’s too much, and you grip the rails from the stairs that lead to the foyer for dear life. Your heart is beating out of your chest. No one notices how you cry, how you whimper Alastor’s name like a prayer, how the tears run down your face and you feel paralyzed. You want to run, a million thoughts per heartbeat making your head swim. The best you can do is collapse on the floor. So you do, you collapse trying to catch your breath as you plan your sweet escape, how you are going to Houdini yourself out of this situation right to his arms.

“Tune on in

when I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run”

You want to kiss him, you want to slap him, you want to tell him how much you missed him, you much your fucking hate him. You want him to drag you to his rooms and make you pay for cursing him out. You want him, you want your Alastor back. You cannot breathe.

“Oh, this will be fun.”

and then all the lights go out.

There’s a beginning of an uproar happening, the electric building dies a quick and unforgiving death, demons run around and Vox is flying down the stairs trying to do damage control. But even he is failing to keep his composure, because he knows. Oh how you know too.

Alastor is like a natural disaster, a shattering force that bends everything on its way with the sheer force of will. The inevitable reckoning that comes to your town, that judges and executes everyone that you love.

And now he is here.

You see the burning red hot pair of eyes first, their predatory gaze hold the entire room hostage, looking for his prey and then they land on you.

The piercing intensity of Alastor’s eyes, the flickering reds of damnation itself, regard you with surprise, elation and something more. So overbearing those eyes are, they make you shiver, bearing the weight of his gaze that penetrates deep into your soul. Your soul that is not yours anymore, it belongs to the man he hates, the man he despises.

The Radio Demon’s towering frame closes the distance between you two in five long strides, you do your best to keep yourself upright and not cower at the sight of him. He looks like Rapture and righteous torture, coming to deliver your setance. Vox knows his sentence is being delivered here and now too, so he runs, runs to you. You feel static and an electrifying pull, metal clinking. A chain. A glowing blue chain on your neck and Vox’s pulling it tight.

“What? what the fuck is going on? what’s this?” snapping your neck quickly towards Vox you whimper, you beg. The few seconds you stopped looking into Alastor’s eyes causing seething rage inside the deer demon, ire that makes the room tremble.

‘“Talk over the radio, that way everyone can hear, baby” Vox says straight at Alastor, like it is a shooting gun. The look on the TV Overlord is maniac, a sideway cocky smile that drips pettiness. Just because Vox clearly lost this battle, with all tvs and electricity on petagram city going dark, it doesn’t mean he can’t still forever tarnish this victory.

Alastor’s demonform covers the already dark building in opaque, thick shadows, radio static picks up around the room like a tornado chocking the majority of the unfortunate demons that are still inside, in a desperate attempt to seek shelter.

No words leave the radio host’s lips as he grows even taller, breaking the posh entrance of the building, debris flying down causing even more damage, the tall glass windows shatter in a million pieces courtesy of his tentacles tearing down everything on their way. The sounds of destruction and despair are loud but you haven’t been listening to the world outside you and your returned lover’s radio dial eye’s for a while. A doe caught in the headlight of his eyes the best you can do in brace for the inevitable impact that is coming your way.

In a flash of his scarlet eyes a fire ignites, the flames born from it are unnatural, behaving like a hive mind to kill and destroy.

You always knew that facing Alastor after these 7 years would not be easy, but you never imagine your reunion like this, in the midst of pomppeian fire, a wild raw power, the oncoming storm that is Alastor when he attacks.

Vox knows this fight is over, his ego hurt and today’s accounts always written as a victorious comeback from the Radio Demon, nevertheless, between the three of you Vox will always know who really won, who drew the last card, had the last laugh. He did, holding Alastor’s girl on a leash because he owns her. The soul of the woman the Radio Demon dared to love is his, the man Alastor despises with a burning passion, and that’s enough for now.

The raging flames circle the three of you and without much more flair Vox drops his act, your chain disappearing from your neck. You drop to the floor, branching yourself on all fours. You consider crawling your way to Alastor, so you can explain, so you can cry, so you can beg. You don’t know for what exactly you will be begging for: your life? his forgiveness? his punishment? you just know a lot of begging and pleading will be involved.

But the decision is made for you.

“Run, run my little darling doe” Vox commands “Run and do whatever you need to do”

You get up on your feet in a completely ungracious move and Alastor’s out of the room instantly. The flames never touch you on the way out, the outside world greets you: a cacophony of screams, sirens, burning sounds, the infernal orchestra that becomes the soundtrack of your life.

“Oh, and by the way” Vox screams from the threshold of the decaying building “we just got news that your place on Cannibal Town got trashed by some wayward sinners during extermination. But don’t worry you can always come home here, come home to me!”

You do your best to ignore his taunting, and you pray to whoever is listening that Alastor didn’t hear it. But it’s futile, the pavement where he is stepping cracks a dark cloud of static and shadows trail after him. He definitely heard and felt the implications of these words.

“Al.. Al!” you scream running after your lover.

Fuck, you’re still in heels, and those aren’t your running heels.

Kicking the damned shoes off you run faster, you cry harder and plead faster.

When you lived, your life always felt a bit surreal, weird stuff happened to you that you couldn’t really explain. People always joked that screenwriters of your life were the most creative people alive, the thing that happened to you never happened to anyone else. You died young, with a big, full life ahead of you, but you took this as gospel to your afterlife, after all everything related to your death was a mystery to you. But the things that happened to you living or dead were a raw reality impossible to make up.

The uncertainty of your death only fuels your resolve to fight for the life you found in the afterworld.

“Al, wait!” you are starting to get truly desperate, you need to get to him otherwise you are pretty certain you will drop dead here and now.

“Alastor please, please listen to me” your voice failing, you finally choking from the smoke, from the suppressed tears. If Alastor doesn’t hear you now you are not sure you can carry on after him, you’re too tired too scared. You him to save you like the damsel in distress you are right now so bad.

Alastor dramatically comes to a halt.

“I. am. Not. Having. This. Conversation. Here.” his voice is staggered, still. Filled with static and a murderous edge to it. His long arms catch your wrist and pull you close, flush against his chest, you almost stumble but a powerful arm around your waist locks you tight to him.

It’s the first touch in seven years, your legs shake at the realization that he’s real, he’s here. You lock your arms around his neck, the familiar fabric of his overcoat, the soft strands of his hair, they all feel like coming home.

Something inside Alastor snaps when he remembers, when he feels how small you are in comparison to him, only one arm securing you safely to him. Some paradoxical fight starts inside him, wild wild want, wild wild rage against tameness, the docile calm you bring whenever you are at his side.

The world disappears for a few seconds as darkness engulfs both of you, inside the black moving vacuum only the two of you exist, greeting each other in bloody homecoming.

Alastor takes you back to the Hotel, landing with a low thump inside his room. For a second his hand supports the small of your back, preventing you from falling forward. After all it’s been 7 years since you shadowtravelled with him, he knows you are terribly out of practice.

His consideration towards you only lasts this precious second thought, because he makes his way across the room, creating as much distance as he can between the two of you. Your touch disarms him, he is aware of that since the first time your hand brushed against his, the first time his lips ghosted on top of your knuckles. If Alastor is touching you he is extremely likely to get soft, to remember how much you mean to him, what you do to him, so he will be merciful. And right now the last thing the deer demon wants is to be disarmed, to show you mercy. He can feel your betrayal burning inside his veins, clouding his judgment with ire and jealousy.

Alastor doesn’t fight those feelings, on the contrary, he lets them take him by storm adding fuel to his already bad temper. That’s the only way he can face you now, that’s the only way he can make you understand.

You don’t get any time to gather your bearings, from the corner of your eye you notice a forest. His room is bigger on the inside and has a fucking conservation area but that’s hardly the most pressing matter at the moment. The pressing matter at the moment is that you are getting whiplash from touching your demon lover for the first time in seven years and his subsequent refusal to touch you, stationing himself across the room to you.

Why isn’t he with you? by your side as you ride the shockwaves of today together? You are scared, but above all you feel overwhelming sadness.

“How did it happen?” he finally snaps, breaking the deafening silence. It’s the first time Alastor regards you, directly, in 7 years and the weight his words bare is so heavy you wish for more of the silence. “Tell me, how did it happen?” his eyes are wild, dangerously close to radio dials.

“How did it happen? You tell me Alastor! You left me, you fucking left me!” you wish you could be your usually articulated self, you rehearsed this conversation so many times in your mind and in none of them you started with such venom on your lips. But it has been too long, and maybe the poison from all those years alone and afraid beside Vox drips through.

The Radio Demon sees the tears that fall profusely from your big doe eyes, and they sting more than an acclaimed torturer like him could have anticipated. Alastor finds himself still disarmed, because with every single glistening tear that falls he can see how hurt, how scared you are. He is the only one allowed to make you scared, he owns your fear.

But that’s the problem isn’t it? He owns nothing. Vox does. And that realization turns him back to feeling seething rage.

“So my mere absence is enough to change your devotion? Is me being here the only thing that stopped you from falling into his arms?” more poison. By the end of the night you both will choke on it.

“Al.. Al” you are sobbing now, your throat tightens and it’s hard to breath it’s hard to speak. “ I had to do it. You don’t get it, you don’t get it.” your voice breaks “hemademedoit, hemademedoit!!”. You swallow half the words, whimpering, as if you say it fast enough the action will quickly become the past, as if the memories won’t haunt you. And yet the memories flood your mind

A dim-lit room, the smell of blood and something burning.

“He is gone baby, and he isn’t coming back”

Electricity makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

A stranger’s hand pushes the hair to the side of your face, dread creeps up inside of you.

“This is the only way my dear, the best decision you can make”

The same stranger’s hand grab you by the waist

“I’m the only one who can protect you now, you know that right?”

eyes that make you freeze, it’s hard to think. eyes that make it hard to say no.

“If this is hard for you, you can pretend that I’m him”

a wrong type of static pricks your lips

“This won’t hurt”

a shockwave hits your body and it feels like you are being split open

You have to steady yourself on the closest piece of furniture. You cower as the repressed memories from the night you finally gave in to Vox assault your mind, trying to make yourself as small as possible, like he is coming back to do it all again. Cries and incoherent words leave your lips and you don’t know if you actually said what happened or if this entire time you have just been crying. You entire body hurts as you hyperventilate “Al, I’m so sorry” you whisper

That’s what undoes Alastor, you curling yourself in a ball, defeated and scared at the ghost of the man he hates. You looking away from him like you are undeserving of him, of his punishment, of his love. Like you are tainted. Alastor can’t make the exact words of your confession about how it happened, but he heard enough. Vox would never make you come to him willingly, Alastor knows that. Whatever Vox did - and Alastor has a lot of ideas of what he did - he will pay double for it.

Alastor’s blackened heart shatters when he calls your name and you don’t look up to meet his eyes, like you always do. He was always your lantern for when you were drowning. He meant to break you, hurt you like that. He just wanted to make you come to him, beg for his forgiveness, beg him to soothe the pain.

“Mon coeur, my sweet darling doe you are safe” Alastor voice goes so soft it hurts “Don’t fret, it’s in the past, it’s over, you are safe with me now as you are meant to be” he coos.

Still, you can’t read your lover’s mind. So you don’t know his heart is shattered, you don’t know how much he loathes himself for letting this get this far. You are so caught up on your own feelings, reeling the rage and the memories that you miss the softness of his voice and his outstretched hard and you inevitably choke on the poison.

“No. No!” you snap “You don’t get to say that. You have no right to say that!” you scream as you get up “I’m not safe, I will never be safe because you weren’t there to protect me, you promised Alastor, you fucking promised” the poison is now inside you, heartstopping waves of hurt consume your body and sprit. Right now the same burning passion that makes you heart beat for Alastor makes you hate him too. You were never good with ugly feelings, you always pride yourself for being soft to be strong. Your kindness and act of rebellion during the hellish reality you lived. You were never good with bad feelings, so you do something you never thought you’d do.

You shove the Radio Demon, that man you love so much it drives you to insanity. You shove him because the shame is too much, all the ugly feelings ball up inside, convincing you that you don’t deserve him, that you already lost him. And you won’t survive his dismissal.

You never talked back to him, you never raised your voice. Not because you were afraid to, but because you never had to, hence the reason why Alastor is so taken aback that your pitiful attempt of violence actually moves him from where he was standing.

Alastor shoves you back, pushing you up against the wall with a searing kiss. He kisses you like you are his last chance at salvation, like he wants to be redeemed. He licks your lips as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing his hips hard against your core, making you straddle him. Alastor doesn’t grant you a moment of reprieve, his lips come crashing down on yours again, his tongue inside your mouth dancing to a madman’s tune. He does what he does best, he takes and takes and takes. He takes your breath away, he takes all the callous words that threaten to leave your lips, aimed at him.

You succumb to your demon lover, your nails dig into his skin and he moans inside your mouth, he bites your lips enough to draw blood. In the end Alastor is still Alastor, and of course he gets all hot and bothered when fighting. You feel delirious with the taste of his lips, your blood and your salty tears mixing together, an unholy ambrosia. His hardness press just the right way to make you sing creating a current of desire after a seven year long drought.

His hands are quick, ridding up your shirt making he grab your ass and then your hips, strong enough to bruise. His clawed finger is already tweaking your nipple that way he knows you love. Your bravado melts, in perfect synchrony to when he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, drinking everything: that wretched poison that tarnished your words, the sacred warmth of your blood. You moan his name like a prayer that he promptly answers, he’s kissing you like a drowning man again, your blood on his lips painting your lips red like you both just drank from the holy grail, his hand cups your other breast and you vow to never speak to him like that again, only if it’s gonna get you up against the wall like that with him.

And then he stops.

“I hope this kiss haunts you” he says, voice still drunk with desire, low and threatening. He swiftly moves you off him, walking away and creating the same distance from when this all started “haunts your every breath, finds its way inside your every waking moment until you are mad with regret”

You are bewildered, eyes widening in disbelief. What is he doing? How can he go from 0 to a 100 so fast?

“I hope this kiss haunts you, so you never forget that you were the only woman who ever had me at the palm of her hand and you decided to throw it all away with that calamitous cynicism of yours.”

So that’s what’s happening. You can never expect to beat a master at his own game, Alastor is still cruel when he is merciful. When push comes to shove he will always win. There’s only so far you can get with taunting his repentance, playing with his heart laid bare at your feet, filled with sorrow and begging for forgiveness. He was ready to apologize, to dry your tears and soothe your fears, worshiping your delicious body and the ground you walked on. He was ready to admit that this was half his fault until your venom stung him beyond the realm of spoken word.

“I understand it now, it must be hard for you to cope with your own decisions, your own failings, so you take it all on me. I hope you remember this when you come back to beg, on your knees for my forgiveness. And trust me, you will.” Of course Alastor would torture you with the knowlodge of his guilt and despair, the loss of his benevolence, the promise of desire and carnality. He will always be a torturer at heart, and you forgot that’s the first rule you need to always remember when dealing with him.

“You’ve got your demons darling” never was your precious pet name said with such disdain. Static starts to gather around you, and in a flash his hand is on your neck

“and they all, Look. Like. Me” his voice is distorted when he finishes cursing you, there’s a tempest behind his eyes that entraps you, the burning red of his irises condemn you.

The Radio demon is a raging fire, an oncoming storm. But he is also meticulous, cruel and calculating, if you dared to question him, to step on the grace he gladly gave you, you clearly were aware of everything he did to lull his absence. All the plans and contingencies he made to hush your worrying thoughts about him and bathe your threshing heart on tranquiline waters.

And you decided to mock it. To mock him and his love for you.

You are crying again, but this time Alastor is fucking glad he was the one to hurt you, to reduce you to a mess of regret and tears.

Tonight in Hell, power shifts from one Overlord to another. Sinners plan and freak out accordingly.

But their machinations are all meaningless.

The 7 years you spent away from Alastor made you sad, the three years spent on Vox’s side made you bitter. The V’s operate on poison, it’s their fuel. And maybe the poison drips through.

Tonight you drank the poison and it broke you.

Tonight, for the first time, the poison broke Alastor too.

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