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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Wanna Bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt. 1

[F.W X Reader X G.W ]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting.

Tags will be updated along the way.

Part 1

"Oh, y/n dear, how wonderful to have you with us!" Mrs Weasley said wiping her hands on her apron before she threw her arms around you, embracing you in a warm and maternal manner as you stepped inside the Burrow.

"Mrs Weasley, thank you so much for having me," you smiled, wrapping your arms around her, smiling at the comforting feel and smell that encapsulated the entire Burrow and each Weasley inside.

"Oh Mrs Weasley," she laughed pulling apart, "how many times do I have to say, call me Molly!"

"Maybe just once more," you joked, smiling wide as she huffed out a laugh, rubbing your shoulder.

"We're back too you know," Fred said from behind you, leaning on the doorframe with George fixed to his side. She hurried over smiling, pausing briefly to hit Fred's shoulder at his tone, before wrapping her arms around both the boys at the same time. It was a sight to behold, seeing little Molly Weasley trying to reach up to give her two 6ft 3 sons a hug but it was completely heartwarming, seeing their smiles.

"Oh how lovely to have my boys back," she smiles, standing beside them. The entire scene was entirely endearing, particularly the hint of a blush that spread almost in perfect sync upon the twins' cheeks.

"Is Ginny not with you?" She suddenly asks, realising that two of her expected children were not present.

"No they're stopping by Hermione's to get some things before they come home," George replies absently, wandering over to the counter where a fresh batch of scones caught his attention, sat cooling on a wire rack. He reached for one and was immediately intercepted by Molly, earning a swift slap to his hand in a silent warning.

"Right, y/n dear," she says, turning to you with a smile. "I wasn't sure what the sleeping arrangements would be for you all so you can either share Ginny's room with her and Hermione or," Molly began to say, trying to do the mental arithmetic of sleeping arrangements until she was interrupted by George.

"She can stay with us mum, we'll move our beds together and pop up the old cot from Charlie's room," he says, sounding like he had already planned it out in great detail.

"Oh, yes I suppose that would work," she says, completely unaware of the relationship blooming between the three of you. You knew she'd never agree to you sleeping with either of the twins alone, but having the other one in the room seemed to ease her mind that nothing untoward would happen.

"You aren't making her sleep in that old thing!" She suddenly says, horrified at the thought of her guest having to sleep on the death contraption that had been in their family for decades.

"No mum, she can have my bed, I'll sleep on it," Fred says, moving forward to place his hand on your shoulder, doing his best to act innocent, though you could see straight through it.

"Wonderful," Molly says, clapping her hands together as she moves away and busies herself in the kitchen again. She shouts to the boys to help you with your bags, to which they both reply in perfect synchronisation that they already were.

They usher you up the stairs, each twin carrying one of your bags as you make your way to their bedroom. It's exactly as you remember, except it looks like it's been cleaned recently, no doubt by Molly.

"You're not really sleeping on the cot are you?" You ask, turning to Fred. He gives you a look of bewilderment before snorting out a laugh, reaching out for your hand to pull you into his chest, his right arm securing you to his body as it wraps around your waist.

"Not for a single second," he smirks, reaching up to play with a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your ear.

"But we are pushing the beds together," George says from behind you, moving closer to you both.

"And you are going to sleep right in the middle, between both of your handsome," Fred adds.

"Charming," George.

"Well endowed..."

"Boyfriends," they both say, sandwiching you between their bodies. You couldn't help but smile at their antics, realising that they had clearly had this planned for quite some time.

"So I get to sleep on the divide of the beds and fall between in the middle of the night? How romantic," you joked, reaching up to play with the collar of Fred's jacket.

"Ahh we've thought of that too," George says from behind you, reading down to place a kiss to the side of your neck.

Suddenly, both twins pull away and start organising the bedroom. Fred pulls away the small cabinet between the beds and places it next to you near the door, winking at you as he moves back to help George move the beds. They drag Fred's bed over from the right towards George's on the left and create one large bed in the middle of the room. George rushes off to get the cot from Charlie's room and unfolds it for decorative purposes in the space left behind where Fred's bed used to be.

Fred suddenly pulls back the sheets from both beds and then pulls out his wand and casts a charm you'd never heard of. The bed is immediately fixed together through magic, causing you to raise your eyebrows in amazement. He throws the covers haphazardly over the beds before doing the same to the sheets, making it one large duvet. He turns his head to you, seeing you look on in amazement and shoots a cocky smirk towards you.

"Your boyfriend's good right?" He smirks, causing you to roll your eyes slightly. George then moves the cabinet beside you towards the back of the room, sliding it under the space of the desk, kicking the little waste paper bin to the side.

"Fit for a Queen," George smiles, gesturing towards the large bed.

"Or for a fit Queen," Fred quips, gesturing towards you. "Crash test?"

You huff out a laugh at the terrible pun and move to throw yourself down onto the newly extended bed, instantly surprised by the lack of divide between the two and the fact that it was actually quite sturdy.

"You know we could test it out in different ways," George says smirking as he looks at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You look up at him with a sultry look, liking the idea very much, before you turn to look at Fred with the same pointed look.

"Boys! Y/n! The others are here and lunch is ready!" Molly's voice radiates surprisingly well up the stairs of the burrow, effectively ending your next moves and the boys immediately huff and grunt in frustration. You offer them a sad smile before reaching your hand out to George for him to pull you up. He instantly reaches out for your hand in his large one and pulls you up towards him effortlessly.

"Later?" You ask with a small smile, reaching up and pouting so that he'd kiss you. His eyes light up just slightly as he silently nods enthusiastically before reaching down to give you a sweet kiss. You then turn to Fred who is not so patiently waiting his turn before he drags you out of his brothers arms and into his own. He also reaches down to give you a sweet kiss, though his is much more loaded than George's, his tongue licking along your bottom lip as he fights to deepen the kiss. You pull away with a chuckle, placing your hand on his chest. "Down boy," you joke and he grins down at you.

"Not me you need to be telling princess," he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows and poignantly flicking his eyes down to his groin, which seems excited to say the least. You bite your lip and drag your hand down his chest towards his excited member, placing your hand gently over the bulge in his trousers. You flick your eyes up to his face as he stands with wide eyes and his lips parted in a little 'o' shape, following your movements very carefully.

"Down boy," you whisper, teasing as you suddenly pull your hands away and move to walk out of the bedroom door. You can hear George's laughter as you descend the stairs and then a little commotion and 'ow' from George, no doubt caused by Fred.

You greet Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny in the kitchen, followed by George only a minute later and then by Fred five minutes after that. You don't miss the little mock glare he shoots you as he takes a seat at the table, one twin either side of you. All you can do is give him a little innocent, doe-eyed smile before you focus your attention on the array of food that Molly had prepared.

"So, y/n, what are your plans whilst you're here?" Ginny asks you from across the table, pausing at the end to frown at Ron who had shovelled as much food as possible into his mouth and then asked, with a mouthful of food, for Harry to pass the bread rolls.

"I'm not really sure," you smiled with a little shrug, not really considering what was on the agenda.

"She's busy, whatever you've got planned," Fred says bluntly as he pokes at his food, already disliking the idea of you spending time with anyone else whilst you were away from school. You immediately elbow him roughly in the shoulder, earning a laugh from George who watches on silently.

"Never too busy for you Gin," you said, winking at her with a smile. She smiled back and began talking about you girls having a sleepover one night, which did sound fun. Fred muttered something under his breath but you gave him a swift kick to the shin under the table which George snickered at, keeping quiet himself as to not also feel your wrath.

As soon as Fred and George had finished eating they all but dragged you away from the table and up to their bedroom, pausing only briefly for you to shout out your thanks to Molly for a wonderful lunch.

As soon as you were back in their room, you threw yourself down onto the bed, rolling to lie on your stomach as you watched them pull out their trunk of tricks. You'd already agreed earlier on that morning on the train home that you would help them with their new idea for their business, some sort of new confectionary, no doubt with a sinister twist.

From your conversation and actions before lunch, you'd assumed the boys had dragged you upstairs for another reason entirely, but it seemed that their current developments had overshadowed their needs. You had to hold back a laugh at the pair, realising that they were the only two men you knew that would focus on their pranks over sex with their girlfriend.

They had assured you not long after that they had the afternoon and evening all planned out and they would only spend a little time doing this before you could do something more exciting, something you'd really enjoy.

"So they're like puking pastilles but not?" You asked from your position on the bed, bent legs swinging behind you as you watched them concentrate on their project. Fred simply nodded, eyes never once leaving the prototype, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he tried to perfect the recipe.

"Kind of, angel," George explained, using his nickname for you, flicking his eyes up to yours as he spoke, "but they don't make the eater sick, just make them turn pale and sickly looking."

"Ahh make them turn into a Weasley then," you joked. George immediately threw a piece of whatever he had in his hand at you in retaliation and Fred simply snorted, still focusing on the task at hand.

It was the most you'd spoken since they began tinkering, their full attention and focus on their creation. It wasn't exactly the day you had in mind and you were quite frankly thoroughly bored, something you very rarely were in the presence of the Weasley twins. You couldn't blame them, they were in the development stage of their new product, which meant perfecting the recipe and then the antidote which took time and patience.

"Are you adding them to the skiving snack boxes?" You asked after a few more moments of silence, trying to occupy yourself as you sat bored in their room.

"No, they're more like an additional add on," George explained, reaching up to grab something beside you on the bed, briefly pausing to touch your leg as he leaned beside you.

"Ah a savvy business move," you replied cheekily.

When it fell silent again, you rolled over onto your back and stared up at the disjointed ceiling, watching how the wooden beams interlocked at awkward angles and looking at all the various memorabilia and stuff that littered the walls of their room. You briefly considered going to visit Ginny and the others before your eyes started to close on their own accord.

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"Bugger bugger bugger!"

You frowned at the sudden burst of noise, your eyes struggling to open and then focus as you realised you'd fallen asleep on the bed. You sat up, squinting at the light from the windows around you and watched in confusion as George paced around the room in a tizzy.

"George?" You asked weakly, your voice not quite working yet. He turned around with such a speed it was almost alarming. His face looked panicked and nervous and you immediately sat further up in concern, your sleepy haze fading rapidly as worry took over you. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Fred, I told him not to but you know what he's like when he gets something in his head and he wouldn't listen," George babbles, messing with his hair as he paces the room.

"Fred? What's wrong with Fred?" You asked, trying to figure out what George was saying.

"He ate the bloody thing!" He says, throwing himself down onto the rickety metal cot in the corner of the room. It suddenly all made sense to you and a lingering unease settled in your stomach as you thought about the dangers.

"Where is he?" You asked quickly, worried that he wasn't in the room.

"Toilet," George mumbles, running his hand through his hair again.

You immediately leapt off the bed and ran out into the corridor, trying to be quiet as to not alert anyone else as you quickly scaled the wooden staircase that lead up to the next level of the burrow where the toilet was.

You quietly knocked on the door, "Freddie?"

You heard a brief, slow shuffle on the other side of the door and the door creaked open to reveal Fred who looked bloody awful.

"Bloody hell," you said without thinking, looking upon the appearance of your boyfriend. He quickly pulled you into the bathroom and closed the door behind you both. You scrunched your nose at the vague smell of sick that hung in the air but you quickly got past it, moving to stand in front of Fred.

He looked ghostly pale and a little green in his undertone, sweat forming like droplets on his forehead where he had pushed back his hair. His eyes looked sunken and dull, no longer twinkling like usual and his under eyes were almost purple looking. You tried not to react, already feeling bad about your subconscious outburst at seeing him and tried to wipe away a few beads of sweat off his brow. To your surprise, they wouldn't actually wipe off and had become an effect of the sinister sweets they'd created. "How you feeling Freddie?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"At least we know they work, a little too well," he says, deflecting the question. He suddenly lurches away from you and shuffles quickly to the toilet as he heaves whilst clutching his stomach, though nothing comes up. "Sorry," he cringes in embarrassment at you seeing that, "thought I'd got through the worst of that."

"How long does is take for the antidote to kick in?" You asked, concerned about the lasting effects, not knowing exactly how long ago he'd eaten it. He didn't verbally reply but instead gave you a little uncomfortable smile, telling you everything you needed to know.

"Fred Weasley!" You whisper yelled, striking him in the shoulder as you realised he hadn't created the antidote yet. "You frigging idiot!" You hit him again and he just stood there and took it, though he did seem to lose a little of his balance.

"It was more to test out the taste," he said quietly, as if it was an excuse for eating the contraption. "Which definitely still needs work by the way, bloody awful aftertaste, too much caramel." You shot him a look of utter bewilderment as he heaved again, frustration building in you as he didn't take it seriously at all, despite looking like a walking corpse and heaving all over the place.

"Come on, you need to lie down," you said, extending your hand to his to lead him back to his bedroom. You lead him down the stairs and into his and George's room, carefully avoiding anyone else in the house.

"Bloody hell," George said, looking up from his hands, not moving an inch since you'd left, as his brother entered the room, seeing him look absolutely awful.

"At least we know it works," Fred says with the hint of a smirk, though his eyes still looked sad and glimmer-less.

"Bed. Now." You ordered, annoyed at his joking especially at a time like this. Surprisingly, Fred complied without any qualms and threw himself down onto the bed, his eyes closing in relief as he lay there. You tipped out a few loose crumbled papers from the waste bin next to the desk and placed it beside the bed incase he needed it.

"George, can you get him some water please?" You asked, turning your attention back to the notes they'd made on the recipes, trying to figure out if any of the ingredients had a reverser you could use to cancel out the effects.

Fred heaved again and you tensed, turning to offer him some help, only to see him half flinging out of bed to lean over to the bin. You stood and reached out for the bin and placed it into his arms, where he kept it secured and never out of reach.

"What do you mean he's sick? Fred, er, George move out the way!" You heard Molly's voice getting louder and louder, matching the influx of panicked footsteps that seemed to be running up the stairs. She immediately burst through the room and made an ungodly sound as looked upon her son, seeing his frighteningly pale complexion and overall malaise as he clutched his bin, looking helpless.

"Oh my boy," she said, running over to him. She immediately put the back of her hand towards his head and frowned at feeling a lack of temperature.

"That's odd," she mutters. "Are you two okay?" She asks, turning to you and George who are standing off to the side, both a little scared of her reaction and Fred's symptoms.

"Yeah mum."

"Yes Molly," you both replied at the same time, trying to sound completely sincere.

"Did he eat anything on the train?" She asks, trying to smooth his hair down in the front to keep it away from his face. You could tell he tried his hardest to hold back the impending heave but he couldn't hold it any longer and dry heaved once again into the waiting bin.

"Cauldron cake," you said, thinking quickly, "he did eat a cauldron cake on the train, but we shared some fizzing whizbees, didn't we George?" You looked at George, imploring him with your eyes to go along with it.

"Yeah," George said suddenly nodding as he looked at you before turning to his mum, "maybe the cake was bad?"

Molly mumbled something in frustration as she looked at Fred before zooming out the door, muttering something about her apothecary kit which might be of use.

"Georgie," Fred says quietly as he tries to get his brother's attention. George moves closer to Fred and leans down so that Fred can whisper in his ear. You frown, watching them secretly converse, wondering what they are saying.

Molly returns not a moment later, armed with an array of various potions and elixirs which could hopefully cure Fred.

The truth was, the only thing that was able to cure their inventions quickly were the antidotes, otherwise the symptoms would stick around for roughly 24 hours at most, the effectiveness of the enchanted foods rapidly decreasing once the 12 hour mark passed with the entire malady vanishing after 24 hours. You and George both knew that Fred would be okay tomorrow but it wouldn't hurt for him to at least take some of the potions to ease his queasiness.

"Here eat this, slowly, that's right," Molly says, thrusting some form of wafer towards Fred. He pulled a disgusted face as he ate it but to his credit he did manage to consume it without gagging and keep it down. "Dehydrated ginger root, it should help with the nausea," she explained to no one in particular as she faffed about in the little case, searching for a specific bottle. She eventually gave up and pulled out her wand, mumbling accio to bring the thing she needed to the front.

"Here, drink this, it's dandelion root and burdock oil, it will help with your complexion and ease your tummy," she said to Fred, smoothing back his hair again as another wave of gagging ran through him.

He took slow sips of the potion and raised his eyebrows at the taste, clearly not expecting it to be so tasty.

"We have that at home," you said, not really sure of why you said it but it was funny to see the wizard if equivalent to a muggle drink.

"Really?" Molly asks, turning to you with a surprised look on her face.

"Yeah but it's just a fizzy drink, not really medicinal anymore," you explained with a laugh, feeling a little silly about your random tangent.

"We need to get some," Fred mumbled, drinking down the rest of the potion enthusiastically, causing Molly to loudly warn him to take it steady.

"We could nip into the village and get some for you?" You turn to George, asking him with your eyes if he'd join you, "I know where they sell it." George nodded with a little shrug. You then turned back to look at Fred and Molly who looked at you in surprise, "if it would make you feel better." Fred nodded enthusiastically with a little smile, already seeing a little more colour coming to his face.

"Oh, how lovely, what a lovely gesture," Molly said with a warm smile. "You can take your father's car, as long as you are safe," she said, fixing George with a look of warning.

"How little you think of me," George said sarcastically.

"Or how well she knows you," you snorted, reaching behind him to search for a sweater in your trunk.

"I'll go get the keys," Molly says, taking her apothecary case with her as she moves out of the room.

"Fuck," you mumbled, still searching for a sweater but not finding any.

"What's wrong?" George asks, moving to stand behind you.

"I can't find my sweater," you mumbled again, trying to dig through your belongings but coming up empty handed.

"We've got plenty, borrow one of ours," George says casually, walking straight over to the drawers on the left side of the room and pulling out a thick knitted cardigan that you'd remembered the both of them wearing to the quidditch World Cup. "This okay?" He asks, extending it towards you.

"It's perfect, thank you," you smile, reaching for it and slipping it around yourself, feeling the warmth and coziness of it already, the wonderfully comforting scent of the twins surrounding you. You couldn't help but raise the fabric of the sleeve up to your nose for a closer smell, your eyes closing as you smiled at the scent. You could tell this one was Fred's from the unmistakable but subtle marshmallow sweetness of his natural scent which George didn't have.

When you looked up, the boys were both watching you with smirks on their faces, clearly seeing everything you'd done. You blushed under their intense gazes and turned away, grabbing a few things you'd need and placing them into the little bag you'd brought, making sure you had your little coin purse of muggle money.

"You ready?" You asked George, who was stood next to Fred quietly talking. He turned and nodded, mumbling out 'nearly' and walked over to the little wardrobe hidden in a nook in the corner before pulling out a blue patterned shirt. He slipped off the polo shirt he'd been wearing and you couldn't help but watch as he stood shirtless, slipping into his blue shirt and slowly buttoning it up. You couldn't take your eyes away from him, admiring his naked torso and staring at the small patch of hair on his chest and the beautiful trail that started just below his naval and stretched downwards. He looked at you, amused with his eyebrow raised as he caught you looking and for the second time in minutes you couldn't help but blush. "Ready," he said with a firm nod, appearing by your side.

"Do you want anything else?" You asked, turning to Fred but found him sleeping, clearly exhausted by his sickness or one of Molly's potions had knocked him out cold. George reached for your waist and smiled as he guided you out the door, slowly closing the wooden door as to not wake his brother as you both went on your little adventure.

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mamaestapa · 3 months

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Okay now write about rut having a baby girl after already having a son please 🙏🙏🙏

Like I can just imagine him talking about how small she is and her having him wrapped around her finger

Don’t You Ever Grow Up|| Rutger McGroarty x reader

• pairing: Rutger McGroarty x reader

• summary: Your baby girl is only a few hours old and she already has Rutger wrapped around her finger

• warnings: pure fluff, but mentions of pregnancy, childbirth, rutger adores his wife and kids

You were lying in the hospital bed with Rutger, your head resting between his armpit as he held onto you with a gentle, yet secure touch. The two of you laid in bed admiring your four hour old baby girl, Madison James McGroarty.

“I can’t believe she’s finally here.” Rutger said softly as he stroked your arm. You nodded in agreement, smiling softly as you gazed at your sleeping baby girl. “Came a couple weeks early, but I’m so glad she’s finally with us.”

Madison was due at the end of April, but she was ready to meet her parents and older brothers much sooner than that. Just two days before Rutgers birthday on March 28th at 10:56 AM, you and your husband welcomed your third baby into the world. What a pleasant surprise she was, both during her conception and her arrival.

You and Rutger weren’t trying for a baby at all when you got pregnant with Madison. Rutgers NHL career was taking off and the two of you were content with your little family of four—well, five if you count Honey the Golden Retriever. A couple weeks after your youngest son Reese’s 4th birthday, you found out you were expecting Baby McGroarty number 3. It took some time for you and Rutger to adjust to the idea of a third baby, but now, you can’t imagine it being any other way.

Rutger placed a soft kiss to the side of you head before he spoke, “Do you need anything mama? I think I might do some skin to skin for a bit.” You smiled sweetly at your husband, shaking your head, “No, I’m good for now. Go hold our girl.”

Rutger grinned at your words as he captured your lips in a sweet kiss, mumbling “I love you” as he pulled away. You smiled warmly at Rutger as you watched him get out of your bed. He removed his shirt, showing off his toned body as he washed his hands. He sent you a smirk as he walked over to the bassinet beside you, seeing the look on your face as he stood without a shirt on.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Rutger teased with a chuckle, “that look is the reason we’re here right now.”

He had a point.

You just shook your head and waved him off, “Don’t be dirty, snuggle our girl.” Rutger chuckled at you before he went to pick his daughter up.

“Hi pretty girl.” Rutger cooed softly as he gently picked up his newborn daughter from the bassinet beside your hospital bed. She grunted softly, making all the sweet newborn noises as she snuggled into her daddy’s chest. Rutger cradled her head to his chest as he carefully walked over to the chair beside your bed. He sat down, sinking down into the with a soft sigh.

Rutger looked so natural holding your baby girl in his arms.

“There we go,” he breathed out as he got comfortable on the chair. Rutger puckered his lips and placed a soft kiss to the top of Madisons head that was dull of dirty blonde hair like her daddy.

“Hi miss Maddie.” Rutger said softly as she scrunched herself up, snuggling closer into his chest. He started to gently pat her back as she cooed sweetly. A warm smile was pulling at his lips and his heart was bursting with love as he looked down at his baby girl. Rutger swore he never felt love like this before. He didn’t know it was possible to love someone more than life itself, until he had kids. His sons mean the world to him, and now with little Madison joining the family, that type of love only grew.

Rutger stroked his daughters back, that soft smile never once leaving his face as he did skin to skin with her. One thing Rutger did with all of your babies was skin to skin. He did it all the time with your first born Jett, then again with Reese, and now with Madison. He insisted on doing skin to skin with them for as long as he possibly could. It’s been a few years since Rutgers held a baby like this. He loved it. He loved being able to bond with the baby girl he’s been feeling around and talking to in your belly for the past nine months.

“It’s so good to finally get to talk to you out here pretty girl. I’m going to miss talking to you every night and feeling your little kicks, but this is much better.”

Madison has had Rutger wrapped around her little finger since the day your baby bump first started to show. With all of your pregnancies, Rutger absolutely adored your bump. He always had to have a hand on it, no matter what you were doing. You thought it was sweet and found it comforting for you and your unborn baby.

As Rutger held his daughter against his bare chest he started to talk to her. His tone was so soft and gentle as he spoke to the little girl.

“You’re so sweet and so tiny.” Rutger cooed, his hockey accent thick as he spoke. “So much smaller than your brothers.”

It was true, Madison was much smaller than her brothers were. Reese was your biggest baby, 21 inches long and weighing 8 pounds. Jett was 20 inches long and weighed 7 pounds and 7 ounces—not too big but not too small, either. Madison however was by far the smallest. 18 inches long and weighing 6 pounds 3 ounces.

She looked so tiny on Rutgers broad chest.

“Speaking of your brothers, they can’t wait to meet you. You already have them wrapped around your little finger. They’d do anything for you Mads and they haven’t even met you yet.”

Jett and Reese were already the best big brothers. Since the day they found out you were pregnant with another baby, your boys had never left your side—all three of them. Rutger, Jett and Reese already loved and protected the baby so much. That love only grew when you found out you were having a girl. Of course you and Rutger would’ve been happy if you had another boy, but the two of you always dreamed of having a daughter.

Now that dream was a reality.

Rutgers eyes grew teary as he looked down at his daughter lying on his chest, letting out soft grunts and those sweet newborn sounds he never got tired of hearing. He had the daughter he’s always dreamed of having. He was finally a girl dad.

Rutger sniffled softly as he continued to rub Madison’s back. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. He let his lips linger there on the softness of her skin. Rutger knew she wouldn’t stay this little for long, so he was taking every moment he could to savor these moments of her as a newborn.

“Daddy loves you so much Maddie,” he said softly, “so, so much. I’ll do anything for you and I’ll always protect you. Yes I will.”

Madison snuggled closer against Rutgers chest. Rutger brought a hand up to where Madison’s head was, holding his index finger out for the little girl to hold onto. She cooed softly as she tightly grabbed his finger. Rutger felt heart burst with love and adoration.

Madison already had him wrapped around her finger.

You watched the interaction between your husband and daughter, a warm smile on your face as tears welled in your eyes. Seeing Rutger hold your babies like that was something you’d never get tired of.

“Shes already a daddy’s girl.” You said softly, making Rutger perk his head up to look at you. His smile matched yours as he glance down at his daughter.

“You a daddy’s girl Maddie? Yeah?” He cooed softly. She let out a grunt, making you and Rutger chuckle.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

Rutger smiled as he brought his gaze back to you. He looked at you as if you were the only woman in the world. Love and adoration filled his blue eyes.

“I love you sweetheart. Thank you for giving me this beautiful little family.”

You smiled softly, “I love you more Rut. Now, come bring Maddie over here. I want to snuggle both of you.”

Rutger grinned as he slowly got up from the chair and walked back over to your bed. He handed Madison off to you as he carefully climbed into bed next to you. You laid your head on Rutgers chest as he pressed his cheek against the top of your head. Madison was laying on your chest with Rutgers large hand on her little back. She was content to be with both of her parents. As the three of you laid in bed just savoring the moment, your mind wandered to the two boys you have at home. You missed them so much.

“How about we call my parents and tell them to bring the boys here to meet their sister? I’m sure they’re ready to meet her.” Rutger suggested. It was almost like read your mind.

“Yes,” you replied with a smile, “I’m ready to see my boys. I can’t wait for them to meet their baby sister.”

She doesn’t know it quite yet, but Madison already had everyone in her life wrapped around her little finger.

hi loves!!

dad rut has me weak🥹 i wanted to get this out earlier but the jamie drysdale trade had me distraught and i literally could not do anything but cry for HOURS.

but i loved writing this, it was such a sweet idea! rutger with a baby girl has my ovaries exploding. ugh so cute🩷

hope you’re all doing well! thank you for all the love and support you continue to give me. it means the world. i love you all!🤍

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morgansunflower · 6 months

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Solace

Age reverse! Damian Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, and grief

Words:1445

Arthur's notes! Age reverse au. Damian(24), Stephanie(17), Duke(16), Tim(15), Jason(12), Cassandra(11), Grayson(10)

Damian grieves as he remembers his parents deaths but finds comfort in his family

Damian was dressed in his winter attire as it was snowing outside. He could not seem to shake away the unpredictable grief that shook him.

He walks down the stairs steps one by one. He curses himself for being detected, as he hears his son running to him from the steps from above him.

He was frustrated not because he did not wish to see him, but he did not wish to cause him worry. Dick had a unique skill that he shared with his adopted mother and with Alfred, of always knowing when Damian was struggling. Wether it be his tone that he tried to keep steady or his eyes that he tried to keep still. The saddened dark knight didn't know how they could see through him.

"hey Dami!"

"Grayson" he greeted

"where are you going?! Do you want to have a snowball fight with me outside?!" Dick pleads with slur from having lost his tooth just the other day

"perhaps another time I'm going for a small walk" Damian said smiling softly to his little boy "I'll be back shortly"

"OK" Dick said watching him walk to the door and leave... Something was definitely bothering him.

Grayson walked to find his mom. He sees his parents bedroom door shut. He gently knocked.

"come in" she answered

Dick opens the door to see his mom brushing her hair. Y/N smiled to her son.

"hey kiddo, how are you?" she kindly asked

"hey Mom. I'm fine.."

"just fine what's bothering you?"

"why... Why is Dami upset?"

Her heart falls to see the overwhelming amount of worry on her son's shoulders "ohh sweetheart, do you remember him telling you about his parents?" Dick nodded "well, when you miss the people you lost, sometimes you need time to let yourself grieve for a little while.. He'll be OK"

"ohh I wish I could make him not feel sad" he sadly said

She holds his face in her hands "oh sweetie you do. You make Damian very happy" she hugs him kissing his head "all of you do"

He hugged her tightly and looks up to her with a wide smile "can I make him cookies?! Cookies make me feel better!" he excitedly asked

She chuckled warmed by her son's sweet nature "of course"

Y/N tied a bow on her apron. Alfred was currently making dinner while Y/N and Dick made cookies.

"smells good in here, what are you guys doing?" Jason asked walking into the room

"hey sweetie!" his mother greeted to which her son smiled

"we're making cookies! You want to help!" Dick asked his big brother

"sure" he shrugged

"Damian go for a walk?" he mumbled to his mother

She nodded to Jason as he cut the cookie with the cookie cutter. Whenever Damian struggled with anything... Damian would draw for a while and if that didn't work he would leave for a walk outside to try to clear his mind.

He watches to see Dick is preoccupied helping Alfred stir the soup.. He didn't want to ask or even say anything.... He looks at Y/N stirring more cookie batter.

"is it something I did?" Jason asked worried something from his past arguments with Damian was causing him turmoil.

"oh Jason he's not upset with you or anyone.. Damian is just struggling right now. Like we all do sometimes"

Jason nodded trying to convince himself what she said was true. Y/N didn't want to overwhlem her son with affection, so instead of a hug. She gave him a gentle rub on his back. Jason tilted his head on her arm.

"I know you're worried about him but he's going to be OK"

"I know"

"AWW IT SMELLS AMAZING IN HERE!!" Steph announced walking in as she breathes in the sweet smell

"come make cookies with us!" Dick said happily

"you can help however you'd like to" Y/N said wide smiled as her daughter hugged her arm

"sounds like fun to me and you simply cannot have fun without the queen of fun" Steph said now tickling the side of Grayson's neck as the little boy laughs

As Y/N rolled out the dough she hears her phone chime from a text message.

"don't mind checking. It's me in the family group chat telling everyone to come help make cookies"

"I guess I'm making more dough" Y/N chuckled

"YAYYY!!" Dick said

Little Cass held onto Duke as he carried her on his back into the kitchen. Y/N was mixing the batter as she smiled seeing the kind pair of smiles. Duke gently put down his little sister as they were greeted.

"hey guys glad you came!" she greeted

"are you kidding? Steph would have drug me here by collar had I not come"

"oh I definitely would!" Stephanie agreed

"I can help you stir Mom" Cass offered

"I'd love your help" she smiled to her daughter

Tim walked in overwhlemed by the amount of chaos, but it wouldn't be home if there wasn't a little bit of craziness going on.

As the day went on into evening. Damian steps to the manor knowing dinner would be ready in just a few minutes. Though deep down he was missing his family.

The dark knight was curious hearing joyous laughter in the kitchen of all places. He stepped in seeing the ingredients for cookies scattered, everywhere. There were dozens and dozens of assorted cookies being made.

They each saw their adopted father and became quiet. Damian softly smiled to his loved ones

"is there enough for me?" he asked

Laughter was among them each as there was far too many cookies but the family were enjoying themselves too much. Which would involve a trip to Gotham's homeless shelter to donate.

Y/N takes off her apron and walks to give her husband a sweet kiss.

Damian wraps his arms around her waist as she lifts her own around his neck. He gave her a tender but soft kiss as unfortunately eyes were among them.

As everyone was sitting in the dining room enjoying dinner. Damian was holding his wife's hand.. He looks at her realizing yet again how much he loves her and his family.... Finally they were done with dinner. The sun was setting.

"your excused I'll shall be down momentarily"

All the children excluding Duke quickly got up

"you crazy night patrollers have fun" Duke said and yawns "I'm winding down for the night"

"your're just jealous because patrolling in the dark makes us more scary" Dick said

"oh it certainly makes you more frightening that's for sure" Duke chuckled

As the couple were alone Damian kisses her with the passion he had carved to since he had kissed her prior.

"I'm glad you're doing better" she smiled holding his face in her hands

He takes her hand to kiss her palm "even in my moments of grief.. You, and our family give me the solace I yearn for"

Much later that night Batman gently rubbed Robin's head as the young child was asleep in his bed. Damian laid the blanket on him and leaves his son's room.

He knew Steph would fall asleep the instant she laid on her bed. Duke would be awake in just a few hours. Cass was a light sleeper but as soon as she was comfortable, she would be asleep. Tim however... Damian steps to his room to hear typing on a laptop....

"lights out Drake!" Damian told Tim through the door

"5 more minutes!" he pleads

"don't push me. You'll thank me for getting a good nights rest and not falling face first into your bowl of cereal"

"that only happened like three times!"

"once is one too many, bed Drake or I'm putting on a, pass code that I know you wouldn't be able to crack"

"FINE"

Jason usually slept well unless he was upset.. Or reading. Damian steps to his room. He slowly pushed the door open.

He sees Jason sleeping while sitting with his knees up against his chest, on the chair with his book in hand.

Damian takes the book putting it on his bookshelf. He lifts the little boy into his arms.

Jason started to awaken, by the contact but kept his eyes closed. He didn't panic as he recognized the feeling of the arms that held him with care. He feels safe....

Damian moved the covers and laid Jason on the bed. He lays the covers on him but not too close to his neck as Jason was claustrophobic.

Damian kissed his son's forehead. He was surprised as his little arms wrap around his neck.

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devieuls · 10 months

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The way of love pt.VII

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: slight abuse, mentions of dead people

Lenght : 5k

Notes: I’m praying that you like the series, because it’s getting closer to the end. Leave a comment to make me understand how it’s going, luv u <3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star; YAWNE Beloved; SA'NUTSYIP: Lil mama; KIFKE: World; TSMUKE: Sister

Character Cast: NEY'NARI: Your dead sister; IKEYNI: Your Mother; TSENTEY: Your Father; YÌMKXA: Your Ikran; ULEYTE: Your bestie; TUL'PEY: Your future Mate

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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Neteyam…" your hand reached his outstretched arm, which at your touch relaxed with an unimaginable speed. "I know, I don’t have to be jealous. He’s still your promised, but I’d rather not see you two like this" He sighed frustrated and then looked at your hand on him "We’re a mated couple, it takes time. I can’t say anything for sure yet, you know?" "I understand, MA Tanhi. Take all the time you need, I’m in no hurry. Not with you, not for you." he said kissing your hand.

"Neteyam, if you continue like this, I swear I'll take back everything I said and send you back where you came from." You said as you took your hand off Neteyam’s lips, seeing how a smile formed on his lips. "You’d miss me too much, Ma Tanhi," he said as he took your hand again, weaving your fingers. You whispered something he didn’t understand and his head bent to the side amused him. "What did you say?" "Nothing you can understand" You replied laughing as you continued your walk, without taking your hand off the warm and welcoming boy. "You don’t understand me now either" he said in the language called 'English', which to you Na'vi was unknown. Your confused expression made the boy laugh. "It's not fair, you understand Na'vi. I don’t know the language of demons." Your tone was slightly offended and cold. "Don’t you know it? So I could say anything without you understanding me?" His playful voice made you think he was joking with you, which is why you hit his chest with your hand. "Speak Na'vi. I don’t understand you!" Neteyam’s hand landed on your side and approached him laughing. "You're beautiful as the sunset painted with purple shades, which embraces the sky and makes the stars shine. A work of art that steals breath and enchants souls." He said, smiling softly as he brought his forehead back to yours.

"I hate you." You said offended, standing by him, then being taken back into Neteyam’s arms. "What did you say? If you have offended me I swear that you'll be the next meal of Yìmkxa." Your hissing made the boy smile more, who took the hand that was woven to his and kissed your wrist. "I said you’re as beautiful as stubborn" he replied, chuckling, getting hit by your hand again. "I’m not stupid. Does that long sentence mean 'you’re as beautiful as stubborn'?" You spent the next twenty minutes trying to understand what Neteyam was saying to you in that strange language that you didn’t know was just sweet words coming from the heart. He enjoyed seeing you angry, even if you hit him repeatedly with anger, he thought you were just raving while pouting and hurting, following you away from him. "No. Don’t follow me. I’m angry and you’re bothering me." You snorted, accelerating the pace to distance yourself from him, while he followed you laughing and gently pulling your tail to make you more nervous. "I annoy you, ma Sa'nutsyìp?" He asked, laughing and then picking you up from behind and locking you in his arms, filling you with sweet kisses all over your face, preventing you from answering.

A smile popped up on your lips and you looked at him, failing to keep your anger, softening in his arms, holding only a tender pout. "We must return to the village. I have to visit Tul'pey’s parents and talk to my mother, from what she told me we have visitors tonight," you said and then you took Neteyam’s face off your face. "Tul'pey’s parents? Ahh, I don’t like the idea" he sighed back. " But I know my mother would love you, from what my father told me, she was just like you." "Same as me? Neytiri is a warrior known in the clans of the forest, according to rumors I am not even remotely like her" Neteyam’s eyes looked softly at you while smiling, seeing that now you did not speak with contempt of his family. He was surprised when he didn’t even see a grimace on your face after mentioning his father. "Your stories are the same, she destined for a man she does not love, future Tsahik, who then met a na'vi she despised, to end up falling in love with." His warm voice first struck your heart and then your ears. "And you don’t even know how many things my father had to go through to be with my mother," he continued, laughing, starting to walk towards the village, while your eyes did not detach from his figure, strangely interested in the story he was telling.

"As you know, my father was a dream walker, not a demon like you think. He comes from a planet called Earth, came on Pandora on a mission and then met my mother. She treated him really badly, scolding him and hitting him many times. At first she wanted to kill my father. Then the months passed, my mother taught my father how to live among the Na'vi and he fell in love with this land and her. She was meant for Tsu'Tey, a great warrior of our clan, but she chose my father. Eywa welcomed my father among her children, making him also Toruk Makto, helped him defeat human demons, and blessed my parents' union with me. When I told you my father didn’t want war, I meant it. He loves Pandora and the Na'vi, he is a good person, Eywa made him reborn as true Na'vi and guided his way by giving him children and happiness." He stopped to look you in the eye. "My mother’s house was destroyed like yours, because of the war she lost her sister, her father, her Ikran and Tsu'Tey, but that didn’t stop her from being with my father. They are happy together and heal their wounds day by day. And I would like to be the person who heals your wounds. The Great Mother sent me to this clan to meet you, I know. I hope our story is similar to that of my parents, at least at the end. If you knew my father you would see that he is only a father, a husband and an Olo'eyktan who loves his people, not a demon." "I didn’t know these things…" you whispered awkwardly. "I know. But I want you to meet my family one day. Tuk would love you, she’s my little sister, she loves making friends and she would bond with you. Kiri might stay a bit apart but you would become great friends, she is like a sister to me even though she has no blood connection with me, she is very close to Eywa. You’d like Lo'ak, he’s a world-class troublemaker, he’d probably take you on one of his stunts, but he’s a good brother. My parents already adore you, as far as I know, before the great war my parents visited the clan and wished your mother health for you, you were a few years old, maybe 5." he laughed slightly "I don’t remember well, I was 6 years old at the time. But they loved you, I know because before they brought me here they told me about you. Your mother and mine are very close friends, they fought together during the war, your father is also very close to mine. is the destiny of our families to unite."

At his speech you smiled, then continued to listen to small stories about his family as you returned to the village. Were you amazed at how he talked about the disasters his siblings were doing, or how Jake Sully looked so much like your father in his ways, so much so that for a few minutes it seemed to you only a Na'vi. You even laughed at some stories about his childhood and you warmed your heart at the thought of a small neteyam who took the blame for some problems created by Lo'ak. Your face resting on his chest as he carried you in his arms without any effort, making himself known by you even on his weaknesses and fears. Those minutes were enough to make you slightly change your opinion of the Sullys, even if a part of you wanted to be wary of Neteyam’s words; but his eyes glowed like the stars at night as he spoke, a bit like his smile that left you simply enchanted. His sweet, affectionate tone let you know how sincere he was. Tul'pey, yes, loved his family but you never saw on his face the same love that Neteyam had for his family. He talked about it from time to time, preferring to avoid talking about his parents, because he often quarreled with them for nonsense, so you felt a little coldness from him in this field. But with Neteyam, with him you felt all the warmth he felt for his family, even a little nostalgia for his brothers. Unfortunately when he arrived there were only his parents and you thought he was an only child, but it was not so.

Once you arrived at the village, he laid you down gently, slightly sad to have you no longer in his arms and not to smell you while he spoke. He was happy to know that you were interested in his family, and those times that he looked away from the path and carried it on you, he noticed your focused eyes as you listened without disgust. "Ma Tanhì, I’d talk to you for hours about my family, but unfortunately we’ve arrived," he said, kissing the palm of your hand. " I’ll see you later." "Later? I’m busy until tonight, I don’t think we could see each other." You answered with a vaguely sad tone. "At the cost of seeing you just to wish you good night, I’ll see you. I don’t think I can sleep well if my Kifkey doesn’t wish me goodnight" You laughed and then softly hit his chest because of the dramatic tone he was using. "You’re so dramatic. If you were discovered, my parents would skin you alive and most likely Tul'pey would help them. I’m their only daughter, I don’t think they’d be happy to see me with an Omatikaya, especially the future Olo'eyktan." Neteyam looked at you in silence, with eyes in love, as if he didn’t care about the title or his origins at that time. "I don’t care, your pretty lips said 'yes' to me and I’ll take any risks for you" His eyes fell on your lips and he took a deep breath, then passed his hands through his hair. " Ma Eywa. Why it’s so hard not to kiss you? Go before I kidnap you and take you far away" his dramatic tone returned and you laughed, leaving a kiss on his palm before leaving.

The day passed slowly, the meeting with Tul'pey’s parents had only made you want to cancel the mating even more. They had always been two very strict and pretentious Na'vi, they had a minimum of regard for you only because you were the daughter of the Olo'eykte but it was evident that they preferred your deceased sister to you. During the conversation, there was no lack of comparison between you and your sister about how beautiful, wise and strong she was, a born leader. As if you did not know that she would be the best Olo'eykte between the two, in fact she passed her Iknimaya on the first attempt, had led groups of warriors during the Great War and was also respected by the elders, not for the blood he shared with the present Olo'eykte, but for her great successes. You tried to wear clothes that were too big, it was clear that you were the rebellious sister, the one who preferred to run away at night rather than make boring rites, the one that did not follow all the rules and was always covered by Ney'nari.

Neteyam was very similar to her, his behavior with his brothers was exactly like your sister’s with you. You always felt at fault but your parents did not blame you, rather they tried to direct you on a path closer to your heart, you were not next in line, so your being rebellious was accepted, even if often scolded. When Ney'nari died, you had to take her place, be the golden daughter, the future Olo'eykte, the one who would lead the clan. You weren’t asked if that’s what you wanted, nobody gave you more decision-making rights over your life. The elders used to say, "You’ll be a great Olo'eykte," when your sister’s body was still warm and lying in a tent to be cleaned up by your parents. Freedom had been taken from you, you could no longer be 'y/n, the rebellious daughter', you had to be 'Y/n, the future Olo'eykte". You did not even have time to mourn your sister that you had to start the path from Tsakarem and future Olo'eykte, from one day to another your life had changed radically. Ney'nari brought with her a piece of your person that now Neteyam was bringing back.

You had to hold back tears to the memory of your sister, 'the perfect', while those two spoke to you lightly, as if your wound was not yet open. You had lost your sister for five years now, everyone had passed Ney'nari’s death, but not you. You just wanted her to come back and run away, knowing that she would have your back on this too. But you couldn’t, you carried the burden that they had left on your shoulders at the age of 13. It hurt you to smile and nod when they compared you to her so easily, taking in some unpleasant jokes that only made you knots in your throat. Tul'pey sat by your side towards the end of the meeting, nodding his parents right, you didn’t blame him, you knew that in his heart your sister’s name was engraved. After the infernal hours, you could finally get out of the hut and breathe cold air, taking long breaths not to give in and cry right there.

Tul'pey’s hand landed on your shoulders and looked slightly worried. "Ma yawne, is everything okay?" he said, as if he hadn’t just witnessed your silent ordeal. "Does that sound good to you?" Maybe your tone was more sour than you wanted it to be. "Not for a second did you think about changing the subject? To get your parents to talk about something other than the differences between me and my dead sister?!" "Ma yawne, you know how they are… If they start with something it is difficult for them to change topics. If you felt uncomfortable you could-"you stopped him with a wave of your hand, carrying your cold eyes his. "I could what? They are your parents Tul'pey! Yours! They humiliated me all the time, trying to be nice just because Ikeyni is my mother and they can’t afford to offend me. They said embarrassingly that I was only important to my blood, without even saying it directly. I’ll be your future partner and you won’t even try to take my side." You abruptly removed the boy’s hand from your shoulder, backing indignantly. "You know they were fond of Ney'nari, there is no malice in their words," his voice lowered slightly, turning his face to the side so as not to look you in the eye. "Them? and I don’t? Ney'nari is my blood. My loss is deeper than yours and theirs. That’s no excuse to let your parents insult me like that." Your teeth clenched as you growled your words against Tul'pey

"You don’t know what you’re talking about. I loved your sister, and they loved Ney'nari as much as I did. It makes sense for them to compare you to her." "Logical? Because she was better than me, is that what you want me to understand Tul'pey?" You asked pushing him slightly. "She was… her. And you are you," he said with an obvious knot in his throat, as if it hurt to talk about it. "At least have the courage to tell me what you think in the face." You pushed him again, disappointed by his behavior. "Ma Yawne, she was just… better. You know she was…. But I never blamed you." Your eyes looked disgusted. "It had to be a fault to be less than my sister? right? Do you think I don’t know? I don’t feel the clan’s expectations about me? Look me in the eye when I talk to you Tul'pey te Sxyie Akwey'itan." His eyes finally met yours. "Y/n, stop it. You’re acting like a child, which is why my parents prefer you and compare you to Ney'nari, she-" your hand met his cheek with a violence you had never presented. "How dare you… HOW YOU FUCKING DARE." You said by starting to growl at him and push him back with all the strength you had in your body. " Who do you think you are to address me like this?! Childish? Do you know who you’re talking to? Do you know how much I had to work to cover her absence? And you’re so light on the subject because 'you loved her'." you said mocking him in a derogatory way. "I loved my sister. I’m the one who couldn’t shed tears on her body. I! Not you. Did you love her? Then why weren’t you there when she died! WHERE YOU WERE TUL'PEY WHILE I WAS DRAGGING MY SISTER’S DYING BODY?! Where was 'your love'." Your fiery eyes and your poisoned and sharp tongue, while the boy could only flinch at every push.

"I was always there and only ME in her darkest moments, because you were 'too hurt' or away from her. When you found out about her death, you just ran away and came back at the best moment, you didn’t love me and you didn’t love h-." The flow of words coming out of you stopped when Tul'pey’s hand hit your cheek hard, turning your face to the side. "You’re just a child, y/n. You were with her, but she died anyway. I loved Ney'nari, I loved everything about her. That’s why I agreed to mate with you, not just because Tsahik talked. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even look at you like that. That doesn’t mean you can now raise your voice and act like this. You are the future Olo'eyktan, but you still have to respect me, it is your duty to respect your mate. So now calm down." Tul'pey’s voice scratched your eardrums as you withdrew tears with all your heart so as not to make you weak in front of him. Na'vi’s body collided with yours, looking down at you. "Please, don’t make me be like this, not with you." he said harshly as he lifted up your face with strength, taking you from your jaw. You spit in his face and then growl, pulling away from him. "Don’t you ever touch me again. Or I swear to Eywa it will be the last thing you do with both hands attached to your body." You spit on the ground before you turn around and take long breaths. Tul'pey looked at you and then wiped his face and punched a tree.

You arrived home after half an hour of taking to release the tension accumulated in your body, you let some tears turn your face while nobody looked at you, taking long breaths. Before entering the hut you settled in in the best way, making sure you didn’t have shiny eyes or signs that could betray the fake smile you would flaunt to your parents, hoping you could deceive their eyes. Once inside you saw too many heads of unknown shoulders, sitting on the carpet and unfamiliar voices exchanging words, you could only distinguish Neteyam because of the perfume that was stored in your nose. Your parents turned and smiled and welcomed you into the middle of that little big circle, you distinguished Jake Sully and Neytiri, which made you accidentally stand at attention. "Ma Neytiri, she’s Y/n. When you arrived I didn’t get to introduce you properly." your mother’s voice was sweet and friendly, while the other Na'vi’s smile seemed strangely comforting as she carried a hand to her forehead and then pointed at you, a gesture you reluctantly reciprocated. "Ma Eywa… now that I see her, she’s become a beautiful young woman. I still remember when she couldn’t even stand up" she said and then laid her hands on your face gently. His touch was similar to that of Neteyam, sweet and attentive, as if she didn’t want to cause you any pain. "Thank you, Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite" Your tone was slightly low, almost blown as you waited for her to take her hands off your face. What she did once she saw your reluctance.

You looked for the eyes of Neteyam that immediately gave you a sense of comfort and security, as if it spurred you to approach Neytiri. You knew he had a stronger connection to her than he did to Jake, and on the one hand he reassured you that he was closer to an original Na'vi. "Ma syulang, only Neytiri. Your mother is a sister to me, no need to be so formal" her eyes were kind as they looked at you, they seemed sincere, but when you looked away and met the eyes of Toruk Makto, a shiver ran through your back. "Ma Jake, you make her uncomfortable when you look at her like that." the woman continued, following your gaze and gently scolding her partner. He greeted you in the same way that Neytiri did just before, and before you reciprocated you had to swallow and once again look for the look of Neteyam, who once again encouraged you in silence to let go. You held your breath and then returned the greeting "Excuse me, I didn’t mean to make the future Olo'eykte uncomfortable" now that he was speaking awkwardly in Na'vi and smiling at you in embarrassment you could start breathing again. You looked at him without feeling disgust or fear, nodding timidly before answering. "There’s no need for Toruk Makto to apologize to me," you whispered slightly embarrassed, while Neytiri watched his partner as if to force him to say something. It made you smile at the resemblance to Neteyam who was doing the same to you. "Jake is ok, call me Jake," he said, looking away and taking him to little Na'vi who was sitting on Neteyam’s lap. "Sorry my husband, he is awkward when he has to talk to the young Na'vi" Neytiri’s voice reassured you, making you nod slightly.

In the first hour there were some discussions between adults, about clans and everyday life, normal talks between friends. You were still reluctant to talk to Jake and preferred to answer Neytiri and her questions about your life; while a game of looks began and continued between you and Neteyam, as if you two could only understand with your eyes. You could see that from time to time a Na'vi like Neteyam, but with five fingers, hit him slightly and seemed to tease him. "Ma Tsmuke, you remember when we wanted Neteyam and y/n to be a mated couple?" Your mother said laughing as Neytiri followed her laugh and nodded. You instinctively blushed, choking on the water you were drinking, looking away from Neteyam to bring it to your mother, embarrassed by those words. "Ma Ikeyni, how to forget. She would have been a perfect Tsahik for Neteyam. Too bad the winds have changed" Neytiri admitted, remembering when you and Neteyam were so young that you didn’t even remember your mothers' wishes. You could feel the boy’s look on you, imagining he was smiling amused by the situation. "I… I’m going to get more Spartan fruit," you said noting that the tray was finished. "Neteyam, please go with her, to bring drink too," said your mother, looking at the boy who promptly nodded and followed you out of the hut.

You stood in silence as you walked toward him in the great hut that served as a storehouse for village food. Neteyam followed you inside and once you closed the curtain, you blushed feeling his warm hands on your hips behind you, only to feel his lips leaving small kisses on your neck. "Neteyam…" you whispered laughing, putting your hands on his. " Come on, stop. This is a common hut, anyone could come in…" you bit your lip, hearing a small groan from Neteyam. "I’m just letting you relax, you’re so tense, ma Tanhi. What’s going on?" His sweet voice made you shiver down your spine, because of his hot breath colliding on your skin. His hands held you still attached to his body, while he continued with the sweet kisses that made you relax slightly. "Hmm, nothing 'Teyam… just a little stress" you whispered back, feeling his smile against your skin. "I like 'Teyam, call me that more often like this, ma Tanhi" You turned around and found yourself face to face with Neteyam. "Why stress? you were fine before I let you go away." one of his hands moved between your hair, stroking the soft braids. "Heavy meeting with Tul'pey’s parents, nothing special." Your eyes met and he smiled softly, most likely he understood that there was something you were not telling him, but he respected your choice without making you weigh anything.

"Then… It’s a sign that you got along with my mother and a little with my father" You rolled your eyes, making him laugh as he laid his hands on your face and his tail wrapped around your leg. "Your father speaks Na'vi in a strange way, he makes a lot of mistakes and I don’t understand when he speaks that strange language" you replied, making him laugh. "He does his best to make himself understood. If you need an interpreter I’ll sit next to you and translate what you don’t understand" His tone was now slightly mischievous and led you to hit his forehead. "No, I don’t need to understand the language of the d-" you unknowingly stopped to correct "humans" Neteyam moved his hands over your neck while biting his lip, noticing that you no longer used "Demons" to describe his father and his language.

Minutes passed and you found yourself inexplicably sitting on one of the wooden tables of the hut, with Neteyam standing between your legs as you kissed with ardor. His hands fondling and longingly touching your skin, while his tail tickled your leg slowly, making you arch your back against his chest. Your hands between his braids, panting between his lips as you prayed that one of his hands would fall between your legs. Neteyam’s lips fell down your neck, leaving more kisses, refraining from leaving marks that would have sparked unwanted attention for now. You bit your lip while he kept touching you and coming down to your collarbones. Now his fingers were digging into your back, holding you close to him as he felt hard because of your wheezing that hit his ears and made his heart pump blood directly between his legs. His erection pressed against your groin, creating little thrills of pleasure that made you want to hear more.

"Oh. Ma. Eywa. Neteyam?! Y/n?!" The voice of the one you recognized as Lo'ak's had led Neteyam to break away from you, while you blushed down from the table and rearranged yourself as best you could. The boy in front of you looked at you with shock and fun, pointing his finger at each other. "It’s not what it seems!" you said embarrassed and then senitre lo'ak laugh and clap. "To me it looks exactly as it seems" Your eyes sought Neteyam’s help, noticing that he was laughing with his brother. You hit him on the arm trying not to bury yourself in shame. "I now understand those scratches and hickeys," the boy continued. "How fortunate that I came, Tsentey was coming for you." Lo'ak continued to laugh, almost to the point of crying. "Oh ma Eywa, i cant't! And our parents, who were worried about you, thought that something had happened to you, but you two were just-" Neteyam blocked him by closing his mouth before he could say something that made you even more uncomfortable, dragging him out of the hut while you collected the supplies you had come for.

"Not a word with Mother or Father. Not a word," Neteyam said, looking at Lo'ak who continued to laugh amused by the situation. "Now I understand why you said 'you are still learning here', with a teacher like y/n I would also be a perennial student" Neteyam’s hand hit the back of Lo'ak’s head. " Bro, with all the girls in the village you pulled the chief’s daughter, who's also the future Olo'eykte and is already mated. This shit is worse than anything I’ve done in 18 years." Lo'ak continued, looking at his older brother. "I know, I know. But it happened, okay?" Neteyam replied, passing a hand through his hair, understanding what Lo'ak meant by that look. "Does she know?" Lo'ak’s tone became serious for a moment. "No, not yet. I’ll tell her about that when the time comes. " "Our father will skin you alive,bro" said the youngest. " Probably…" The conversation turned to the end.

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azulock · 4 months

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Day ten is here and so is the one theme that got a 100 vote poll stuck at nearly 50/50. So here is Oliver's version of the theme, dinner with his folks. Love that Oli is just a bunch of nationalities stacked in an overcoat - what with his dad being Sweden and German and his mom Japanese. I very much headcanon that he can speak Swedish (and English) he just doesn't boast about it.

summary. when Oliver's parents move back to Sweden, he sees a chance to take you for a visit his birth country for the holidays. And though you feel excited to meet his family, you can't deny you feel a little anxious too. But your worries quickly melt away when you get to witness where he takes his affectionate ways from.

pairing. Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader

wordcount. 787 words

10. Family Christmas Dinner - Oliver Aiku

"I find it so cute that your parents moved to Europe after you came to live here," you beamed, making Oliver chuckle as he walked hand in hand with you.

"Eh, I mean, I think dad probably missed Sweden too, so I guess I was just an excuse," he shrugged, pulling you through the snowy streets as you walked towards his parents' home.

"Come on, it's still adorable that you all are in such good terms," you chirped, before a moment of hesitation took over you. "I hope they like me."

"Pffft, they are pretty easy to get along with, so it's nothing special," Oliver said, stopping to give a short kiss on your lips before climbing the steps to the front door. "And I know they are gonna like you, don't worry. Oh, yeah, if it looks like my dad is angry, just disregard it, that's his neutral expression, it's just the German in him."

He kissed your lips again before you could voice any other protest, finger pressing the doorbell before your faces parted. The silence of the small street made the low chime sound loud in your ears, only heightening your anticipation. In a few seconds, you heard the door unlocking, your hand gripping Oliver's tight as it swung open.

You had already seen the couple before you in pictures and videos, but it was never the same as seeing someone in person. They welcomed you both at the door with the brightest smiles, quickly ushering you in and away from the cold. When the door locked behind you, Oliver let go of your hand and embraced his father, exchanging greetings in Swedish - a language you rarely got to hear him speak.

It was sweet, to see how clearly they loved each other, but you weren't given much time to think about it, as his mother quickly pulled you into a hug, greeting you in an excited tone, and chastising her son for not introducing you properly. Quickly, though, your positions switched - Oliver's mother raising on the tip of her toes to wrap her arms around her son as his father brought you into a hug. They were both as warm as the inside of their home, and you could clearly see where Oliver's penchant for physical affection came from.

Matter of fact, looking at it now, you could see a lot of him on them. Oliver towered over his mother, and was also taller than his father, whose face he'd clearly inherited, though he had his mother's beautiful hair. Still, the most endearing thing was how he had the eyes from both - a gift given to him by the rare luck of being born with heterochromia.

Oliver pulled the gifts you'd both bought from the bag, which his parents quickly placed at the foot of the sparsely decorated tree - a Swedish thing, he'd explained to you, they were pretty minimalist about holiday decorations. They waved off opening the neatly wrapped boxes to another time, ushering you towards the dining room, Oliver's mom pulling you by the hand with the familiarity of someone who'd known you your whole life.

You sat at the table, ate, and chatted, and it warmed your heart to see how much they loved their son, and how they welcomed you in as if you were their own. Oliver's mother showed interest in your work and hobbies, while his father commented on your planned visit to see the Gävle Goat and bonded with you over pestering his son by calling him Tsubasa - to which Oliver protested, claiming you were both ganging up on him. It was easy and nice, and by the end of dinner, you were doing the dishes together, while his parents waited in the living room.

"See, I told you they'd love you," Oliver hummed, dual colored eyes turning towards you.

"Yeah, yeah," you laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. "Tho, knowing you, I bet they've never even seen you bring any other woman."

"Meh, better like that" he shrugged, bringing his face close to yours and brushing his nose affectionately against your own. "They don't need to know all the frogs I kissed before one of them turned out to be a princess."

"Hey, you called me a frog," you yelped, splashing water from the faucet onto his face, making him drop the cutlery he was holding and flinch away.

"I just called you a princess," he laughed, pulling your face closer to his with a wet hand, making you whine in protest, a sound he quickly silenced with a kiss. God, even when he was being romantic he was still damn annoying - though, that much you could still forgive.

shout out to: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

#oliver aiku x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #oliver aiku #blue christmas event #as someone who is multiple nationalities in a trench coat I love my multinational babe #oh the unholy thoughts of oli marrying a latina just to have a child that's like 4 or more nationalities in a trench coat #always space for one more flag in that family tree

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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just saw your reminder deadline for asks post and i had to put something in! first off i looooove what you’ve been doing with these requests and just with the writing in general

and i would like to humbly request should-you-see-fit, your take on a eddie recovery//eddie chronic pain or other lasting symptoms. i adore everything you do when steve is the one hurting and so i’m wondering what that would look like flipped?

Since this request came in, I have written one where they both have chronic pain and help each other through a bad day, so I did take some inspiration from that for this. So many people comment on the chronic pain ficlets/drabbles saying that it makes them feel so understood and it makes me feel so warm and happy to know that it gives you warm and happy feelings. This was a nice break from the first chapter of demon Steve, so thank you for sending this one in! - Mickala ❤

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Eddie wanted to call Argyle, get the strongest strain of weed he had, and get so high he didn’t even feel human.

The pain he woke up with was almost as bad as when he first woke up in the hospital a few months prior, his bones aching and every breath sending sharp, piercing pains through his entire body.

He was used to dull aches when it rained, or being in a lot of pain when he stood up for too long or walked too far, but waking up like this was new.

Even worse, Steve wasn’t home.

He was already at work, a shift he picked up for Robin because her parents had insisted that she come with them to visit her aunt in Chicago.

Eddie could call him, but then he’d just feel bad about not being here to help.

He sucked it up long enough to call Wayne, who was at work, but no longer needed to be thanks to the government trying to keep them quiet with a large chunk of money.

As he waited for the secretary to get Wayne on the phone, he tried to take deep breaths like the physical therapist showed him. It didn’t work, but he was trying.

“Ed? You alright?” Wayne’s voice held so much concern, and Eddie was in so much pain, he started to tear up.

“It hurts,” he sobbed.

“You need me to call an ambulance, son?”

“No. Just hurts.”

He could hear Wayne say something to someone else, probably the secretary, then his voice was loud and clear in the phone.

“I’m on my way home. You call Steve yet?”

“No, he’s gotta work.”

“You know he’d wanna know anyway.”

“I know,” Eddie sighed. “I just don’t want him to worry.”

“He’ll be mad if ya don’t.”

“I know,” Eddie groaned. “I’ll call.”

“Smart. I’ll be home in 20.”

Eddie listened to the dial tone for a moment before hanging up.

He focused on the poster on the wall in front of him, said every color out loud as a distraction from the pain. He couldn’t call Steve if he was still ready to cry, he’d hear it in his voice and immediately try to come home even though he couldn’t just close the store.

Wayne was right though.

He picked the phone back up off the hook and dialed the number to Family Video.

It only rang twice before Steve’s voice answered.

“Thanks for calling Family Video. I’m currently watching Back to The Future. What do you wanna watch?”

“Back to The Future again? C’mon Stevie. You’re in a store full of movies,” Eddie said, somewhat breathlessly as he tried to breathe and talk through the sudden pulsing pain in his side.

“Eds? What’s wrong?”

“Just woke up in a lot of pain,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I can be home in 10 minutes, baby.”

“No, Stevie, it’s okay,” Eddie started to say, but Steve had already hung up.

“Fuck!” He yelled.

It felt good to do it, not just because of the situation, but because he needed a better outlet for the pain right now.

He closed his eyes and waited.

Steve was home faster than 10 minutes, which he would probably be upset about if Steve didn’t already look like he was panicking.

“Are you bleeding anywhere? Have you called 911? Did you take anything?” Steve’s hands were hovering over him in the bed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he looked at Eddie’s curled up body.

“No, no, and no. I don’t need a hospital, just pain meds and maybe a bath.”

“But the pain is so bad you’ve been crying. That’s not normal!” Steve finally rested a hand on Eddie’s arm.

“Sweetheart, you’ve seen these scars. You know what the physical therapist said about pain. This is normal. It’s just the first time it’s been this bad,” he tried to calm Steve down, but couldn’t quite level his voice out to be convincing.

Just as Steve was starting on his next round of questions, the front door opened and Wayne called out that he stopped for some extra strength Tylenol.

Wayne came into the room and held the bag out towards Steve.

“I’ll go get a glass of water so you can take ‘em.”

Steve started opening the bottle and took out two pills, glanced at Eddie, then shook out a third.

“Gonna go start a bath, okay? Yell if you need me,” Steve said as he handed him the pills and kissed his forehead.

Eddie nodded.

Wayne brought him water, helped him sit up more so it was easier to take the pills and start working on getting up to go to the bathroom.

He didn’t like Wayne seeing him in pain, but he couldn’t help but let out a small whimper as he got shifted around.

“Alright, let’s get you to the bath.”

Wayne helped him walk, slowly, with a lot of pauses to gather himself and remember to breathe in and out.

Steve was waiting in the bathroom, ready to help him get undressed and slip into the hot bath filled with peppermint and eucalyptus oil.

Eddie tried to smile, give some comfort to the two people who were somehow more stressed about his pain than he was. He knew it probably wasn’t enough to soothe their worry, but Wayne at least gave him a small pat on the back and a smile as he left the room.

Steve wordlessly stripped his shirt and pants off, took his time and made sure to pause when Eddie gasped from moving too quickly.

He helped Eddie into the tub, slowly lowering him down until he was settled in the hot water and closing his eyes at the relief from the heat.

“Need anything?” Steve asked from the floor next to the tub.

Eddie rolled his head along the back of the tub, opening his eyes and smiling at Steve.

“Might need a snack soon, but for now, just sit with me?”

“Anything you want, Eds.”

Sometimes it scared Eddie how much Steve truly meant when he said anything.

He knew whatever he asked, whatever he needed or wanted, Steve would find a way to do it or die trying.

And it wasn’t just like that for Eddie.

Robin and the kids got the same from him, which just made Eddie love him even more.

Steve’s hand rested in the water, ready to add more hot water the moment it no longer felt hot enough.

They sat in silence, Eddie’s eyes closed as he tried to forget about the ache deep in his bones.

He startled when he heard Wayne asking Steve if he wanted him to make them all some lunch.

He looked over at Steve and nodded.

“Yeah, lunch would be great! I’m gonna get him out in a minute,” Steve said before sitting on the edge of the tub.”You ready to get out?”

“Mhm. Just gotta be slow,” Eddie said.

The bath had helped, but he knew better than to think the pain was gone. He knew when he started moving again it would probably get worse.

He took it easy on his way back to bed, towel wrapped around him, almost his entire body weight relying on Steve to get him there.

Between Steve and Wayne, he didn’t have a moment go by where he wasn’t getting cared for.

Steve even gave him a massage, found every spot that hurt and made it turn to jelly with little to no effort.

He fell asleep with the heating pad under his back, the noise from Wayne’s tv show coming from the living room, and Steve’s hand in his hair.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #request #chronic pain #hurt/comfort #wayne munson

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kyeomyun · 11 months

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pairings: dad!soonyoung x gn!reader

genre: crack + fluffy fluffy fluff fluff + more crack

warnings: jokes about ripping one's ear off, cursing, that's it.

word count: 0.9k

synopsis: nothing is more loving than coming home to your tiger family- wait, what?

::note: this took me me an hour to write and this is NOT proofread as of now.

Soonyoung knew what it took to make your son follow simple orders and Soonyoung follows along with his traps every. single. time. Today was no exception. The bad outcome of all of this? Soonyoung can get a little too deep into your son's tactics and become... well... a child himself.

Leaving Soonyoung alone with your son, Jiho, was completely out of your league and range of logical ideas you have ever made while being married to the man.

No, Soonyoung is not horrible at taking care of a child. Not at at all.

He can hold a child, feed a child, hell... even communicate even if the child is using their own unique dialect and/or language to try to convey whatever rushing scenarios or kid-like ideas they try to get across (which 9 out 10, barely works without having to rapidly fire questions about whatever it is they are trying to say).

The way Soonyoung handled the kid was not the problem. It was the least of your worries.

What edged you a bit was how your husband acted with your kid. That was another beast to tackle. A completely different persona to try to age back up to his fatherly one.

You knew today would be no different after you received a call from your next door neighbor, Jihoon, Soonyoung closest friend. Well... one of his many closest friends..

"Y/n." His tone was merely agitated, you can already see the vision of his index finger and thumb massaging the stress wrinkles from his temple. A breathy sigh followed and soon, the reasoning of dialing you up. "Can you please, please, give Soonyoung an earful before I rip his ear off?"

You let out a shallow exhale, your fingers clicking across the keyboard whilst your eyes traced over the blinking cursor that slid right of the monitor in front of you.

"What did he do, Hoon?" What did he do now you really wanted to ask.

"Just.. go home and see. Just know that I am not the only neighbor complaining."

And that's how you ended back home only 1 hour before you shift really hit a close.

Now, your mind already checked off that the problematic duo was obviously rowdy. You could hear faint screams of your son from outside. Even when the wind would clog your ears temporarily and then escape back into the breeze.

You expected Jiho, wearing his pull-up diaper and nothing more, waddling side to side in the living room, his high-pitched giggles (screams) almost shattering the glass windows that surrounded almost every corner of your house, and Soonyoung, his horanghae pose while chasing his miniature him around while growling obnoxiously loud; you know, the norm.

Surprisingly, that was not the scene at hand.

After entering the not-so-quiet home of yours, you were quick to rush upstairs (locking the door of course) to see whatever ruckus they have caused yet again.

"Now, show me your teeth little guy! Say 'rawr!'" Soonyoung ordered with a somewhat argent voice, he too obliging with his request for his son.

To paint the scene, there they both sat, one in the bath full of bubbles and orange dye, face striped with black but mostly plastered with orange, and the other on his knees beside the tub that was spilling luke-warm water onto the floor — a toothbrush at hand with toothpaste lined up on the brussels.

"Rawr!" The 2-year-old went on with his father's wishes and flashed his very few teeth, some crooked but overall healthy, before your husband began his duty of actually beginning to clean your son's teeth.

"This is how you become the best tiger, little one. With such fierce determination, handsome-ness, and passion, you can be just like me."

At this point, Soonyoung was just pulling this "tiger talk" straight from his tiger ass and you could barely withstand hearing another alpha-y dialogue from him.

"You know, Ji was supposed to be bathed a hour ago, Soon." And that's when you finally met your husband eyes that day. His hand froze and so did your next rebuttals as you took in the scene that you kinda wish to erase from memory.

As if you did not think this tiger agenda could not egg more than it already has for years...

There your husband is, black stripes scattered along his face and the base or his face orange. A sloppily drawn black dot on his nose and dotted freckles on his cheeks — much like your son's face.

"Um... welcome home, darling!"

As said before, Soonyoung knows exactly what to do to make your son oblique to simple orders. You however? This will be the last day you ever listen to Soonyoung suggestions and actually follow along with them.

"I, the tiger-"

"Horang." The man next to you dared to whisper the correction of your dialogue. You darted your newly painted face (art by your son) to your husband. You jutted your face towards him, curse words rippling from your mouth in hisses so your son could not be able to complain about one.

Clearing your throat, you panned your attention back to Jiho, who patiently waited with a fork at hand and a plate sided with steamed carrots and broccoli in a bowl.

"-The Horang royal, order you, prince horang, to eat thy vegetables, or I will have no choice but to remove-"

"Terminate." Soonyoung already began to take steps back, your head already slowly turning before you began your one mission and one mission only:

Ripping Soonyoung's ear off. (lovingly)

Per Jihoon request. :)))

Your son's exciting screams only urging you on to the so desired goal.

Seungkwan was right, it really did run in the family.

(no worries, you still love Soonyoung)

did you enjoy your order?

if you did, please reblog, like, (pls) comment, all of that jazz :>

have a good day, sweets ^^

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secretarykang · 6 months

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family affairs

note: i spent 10 minutes searching on google “where did edward took bella in twilight” and “where did edward confessed that he is a vampire” cuz i forgot the word meadow in both english and my native language language

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As Devyn knew, Karlheinz was prone to boredom. He’d always suggest a trip, a ball, an experiment of some sort — anything to cure his boredom.

That is what brought them to the heart of the forest, in a meadow for pheasant shooting — an entertaining activity for his two eldest sons, a wrong presumption from their father, but it would be entertaining enough for the Dong Hwa, who was invited along Devyn, who would keep Beatrix company at the picnic table.

They weren’t alone, servants buzzed around them: some attending the table and food, others collecting the dead birds. Guards were posted around the meadow as well, ensuring the safety of the party.

Shuu seemed to enjoy himself in the company of Dong Hwa, who guided the young prince into the ways of using his shotgun and was currently telling him of a funny incident that happened in his youth.

Reiji was more reserved than his older brother. He watched his father’s way of shooting, trying to copy it, yet it was clear he was struggling and Karlheinz made no effort to give the boy any attention, let alone help him.

“Pardon me, Beatrix.” said Devyn after witnessing Reiji's failed attempts at shooting a bird. She put her glass down on the table and stood up, making her way to a young boy.

“Useful things these shotguns, wouldn’t you say?”

Reiji looked back and lowered the gun, remaining silent.

“Back when I was a little girl, I only had bows and arrows.” continues Devyn, letting out a soft laugh afterwards. “It was a bit hard to learn, but my father was patient enough.”

“Your father seems to be a good teacher.” said the young boy, glancing at the old vampire who assisted Shuu.

“I like to think that I might be a better teacher than him.” she replied and extended her hand, asking for the gun, “May I?”

Reiji nodded and passed her the shotgun. Karlheinz stopped shooting, lowering his gun and turning his head towards their direction — Devyn’s presence made him offer the slightest bit of attention to what his second eldest was doing.

As Devyn took the gun from Reiji, she began explaining the mechanism to him, the way it should be held and how to fire it.

“Lucky young man, aren’t you Reiji?” Karlheinz’s voice was heard near them, a soft smile on his lips paired with a rather cheerful attitude. “To have Lady Devyn assist you.”

“You can’t put a gun in the arms of a boy and expect him to nail his target. I am more than happy to teach him,” she replied, sparring the king a glance before turning his attention to his son.

“Birds are difficult targets indeed.” he agreed, watching his boy successfully shoot his first pheasant. “A fast learner.”

His father's comments warmed the young man, nodding his head at his father and muttering a ‘thank you’. Pride flourished in his heart since he didn’t see Karlheinz complimenting Shuu’s skills.

The king turned to face Devyn again, offering his shotgun. “You haven’t joined us in the shooting, will you like to?”

“I wouldn’t want to leave Lady Beatrix alone.”

“She won’t mind if you don’t return for a few more moments.” he argued, placing himself behind her and helping her with the gun — as if she needed any help.

“It’s a new model, let me help you.” he added in a hushed tone, his lips close to her ear.

Devyn sighed at his action, her mind went to Beatrix who would witness the proximity between them. Her back was glued to his chest and his arms were around hers.

“I think I can manage to shoot on my own.” she protested, turning her face slightly, matching his hushed voice and putting some space between them.

“I insist, let me guide you.” he replied and took a step forward, filling the previously empty space between them.

Beatrix sat at the picnic table, her hands sat on her lap and she moved her eyes around the meadow. She saw them, how couldn’t she, but she didn’t keep her eyes on them for too long.

The golden-haired woman didn’t know if jealousy was what she felt at that moment. What was the point of jealousy, even? She was the second wife out of three. A man who took three women to marry wouldn’t mind adding a fourth one, right?

But Devyn wouldn’t give into such things, or at least Beatrix tried to convince herself she wouldn’t. They were friends and Devyn showed care for her and her boys, defended them and offered them safety and kindness.

‘Karlheinz might try something, but Devyn wouldn’t.’ Beatrix repeated that to herself, still not turning her head back to face them.

#beatrix deserves better #devyn kang #karlheinz sakamaki #karlheinz #beatrix sakamaki #dong hwa kang #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik oc #diahell #dialovers

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Review: ‘All Of Those Voices’ proves Louis Tomlinson has always been the coolest member of One Direction

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Francisca Tinoco | Mar 23, 2023 10:50 am

Everyone loves an underdog story, and it doesn’t get much better than Louis Tomlinson‘s. Often ignored in the first few years of One Direction’s short-lived run, the singer had a point to prove from the jump, and he hasn’t stopped chasing that “gotcha” moment since. The former boy bander’s documentary All Of Those Voices is a testimony to Tomlinson’s no-nonsense approach to fame, and how he has always been the most interesting artist to come out of the British pop sensation.

The doc doesn’t waste any time in addressing the aspect that surely drew in most of the audience, the One Direction breakup. It doesn’t reveal much that isn’t strictly related to Tomlinson’s perspective and lived experience of the events, but within those limits, it goes deep nonetheless, effectively setting the tone for the remaining hour and a half.

Back in the heyday of 1D, you could always count on Tomlinson to be the one to tell it like it was, and it’s warming to see that that hasn’t changed one bit. If anything, the freedom now of not being as high-profile as he once was has allowed Tomlinson to relax into his identity as a good-natured troublemaker willing to be vulnerable enough to sit in front of a camera and talk about his most profound insecurities. At one point, the singer’s voice coach, Helene Hørlyck – with whom he is shown to work extensively – in what is a reflection of his commitment to exposing all his sorest points, says “he’s so gentle, he’s so sensitive on the inside.”

Only those who have followed the artist closely can know exactly what Hørlyck is talking about. Life toughened Tomlinson up by dealing him more than a few tough hands, and the excitable, sensitive, bubbly teenager he was at the start of his career can only be found now in specks when he’s hanging out with his son Freddie, looking at old photographs of his mother with his grandparents, or in private videos from his closest friends. On the outside, he’s built a very lad’s lad image, always down to party, with a beer or joint in hand, but the way his feet have always been so firmly planted on the ground is entirely connected to that core gentility Hørlyck mentions, which in turn is largely a result of his relationship with his mother.

Johannah Deakin passed away in 2016, followed shortly by her 18-year-old daughter – and the singer’s sister – Félicité Tomlinson. Obviously, these losses had to be referenced in the documentary, whose purpose was to document Louis’ evolution as a solo artist; an endeavor that was seriously altered by the untimely passing of the two women in the first year after One Direction’s breakup. The tone in which the events are addressed, however, is never melodramatic or sensationalist as it could have easily slipped into at the hands of another director.

Charlie Lightening crafts a film that perfectly reflects the artist and person at its center. It’s genuine and open but doesn’t ever wallow in the misery – and there was plenty of misery to be wallowed in. Tomlinson’s family and friends praise his ability to keep his head above water after so much heartbreak, but for the singer, there was never any choice – that’s what his mother would have wanted, and the only thing she would have accepted.

With all the cautionary tales in the industry, All Of Those Voices becomes a fascinating music film purely because it documents the life of someone who managed to stay focused and humble, not only throughout being a part of the world’s most popular act at one point but also through immense personal tragedy. Tomlinson’s ability to survive temptation and stay focused on the music, with no intentions of becoming famous or necessarily filthy rich is refreshing.

There’s a piercing moment that perfectly encapsulates this duality, where Tomlinson reflects on the contrasting aspects of the life he has kept in the small South Yorkshire town of Doncaster – where he still lives for the most part – and the pop star mode he has to turn on when he attends talk shows and promotional tours. He admits to struggling with it and feeling easily overwhelmed, because that’s not at all the life he leads the other 90 percent of the time. Still, if that’s what he has to concede to be able to tour the world and play live music – the favorite part and driving force of the job for him – then so be it.

“I need you, and you need me, and I f*cking like that ” – a spur-of-the-moment declaration made by Tomlinson in one of his first solo shows – has become a sort of motto among his fandom. The truth is, fans of the underdog are always more protective and loyal. So, even though it came as a surprise for the former member of One Direction that, even after taking four years to release his first solo album, he was still able to sell out arenas, it made complete sense to anyone paying close attention to his trajectory.

Even after all that, Tomlinson had to deal with an agent who told him he wasn’t sure he would be able to sell tickets in Mexico – a moment he proudly wears on his sleeve after proving him wrong. He knows he’s the perpetual underdog, and while that used to bother him in the past, now he treats it as his biggest weapon.

All Of Those Voices very effectively documents this journey toward self-discovery for Tomlinson, both at a personal and an artistic level. What it lacks in behind-the-scenes exclusives of his songwriting process, it makes up for in heart, authenticity, and plenty of footage from the singer’s time on tour, which he prioritizes anyways.

On stage, by his own admission, Tomlinson feels like a “god,” but once the show’s over, he invites the band around to the back lounge of the tour bus for some beers and mischief, or takes them on a helicopter ride to a private yacht in the middle of the Brazillian sea. Even if the former might feel a lot more attainable than the latter, his presence always makes any party feel like a get-together with old friends at the local pub.

#louis press #aotv review #aotvfilm #louis tomlinson #23 march 2023

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You Stopped By My House, The Night You Escaped

"James."

"Son."

"Jim, wake up."

James startled awake to the sound of rain pounding against his window. Squinting, he reached for his glasses atop his bedside table, peering for the source of disturbance.

His father stood in his doorway, door halfway open, holding a lantern in one hand. The bright light streamed into James's room, making the boy wince.

"Dad?" he said blankly, too exhausted to even question why his father was rousing him awake at this hour. It had to be past midnight- he knew because he had gone to sleep at 12, after scribbling a hasty letter to Remus about the upcoming full moon, assuring and promising his attendance.

Mr. Potter looked unusually grim. "You should come down."

It was the tone of his voice that woke James up properly. Mr. Potter was not often serious and solemn; the last time he took on this tone, it was at the funeral of his parents- James's grandparents.

James climbed out of bed and followed his father out, grabbing a cloak hanging from his chair as he did. He wrapped it around himself, shivering at the cold night air as he accompanied his father downstairs. It was summer break, but the nights were still unfairly frigid. If he were at Hogwarts, he would've been able to cast some sort of Heating Charm, but his parents were strict about following the Ministry's underage magic law. Unfairly so; he could name 10 other pureblood children off the top his head who performed underage magic at home (and were never caught).

His father led him to the parlor room; his mother greeted them at the doorway. "He's frazzled, poor thing, do be gentle," she whispered to James, who merely looked back at her, puzzled. Was there a visitor in their manor? But who would come at such an ungodly hour, and why would James need to be awake to greet them?

In front of the warm hearth, a boy sat on the couch, back turned, wrapped in a cloak. He was shivering, his long hair dripping wet. Upon hearing James's footsteps, however, he rose slowly and turned.

James almost did a double take.

"Sirius?"

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It was no secret that Sirius hated his family. He had made it abundantly clear in the 5 years James had known him. He mocked them at any given chance, never failing to make a spiteful comment about his mother or loudly declare a scornful remark within his brother's presence. He made it his life's mission to everything possible to embarrass and dishonor them: he took Muggle Studies in 3rd year (purely to spite his mother), did his very best to associate with nearly every single muggle-born, half-blood, and blood traitor, and had even bought a poster of a bunch of Muggle girls in bikinis to attach it to his bedroom wall with a Permanent Sticking Charm. He took pleasure in pissing off his relatives, to say the least.

Yet despite his bluster and bravado, Sirius didn't like to talk about his home life. The closest James had ever gotten him to open up was just a few months ago, during Easter break. They'd stolen firewhiskey from Slughorn's chambers (though it was common knowledge McGonagall had better quality, the boys hadn't dared to steal from her- they weren't that stupid) and had fled to the Forbidden Forest, where they laid on the ground and drank beneath the stars.

It had been the first time James had tasted the alcohol. It had trickled down his throat, and he had gasped, not expecting it to burn so painfully. He'd heard stories, sure (the Prewett twins told plenty) but the experience itself was different. He had hardly a sip before he had doubled over, coughing furiously. Sirius had laughed, tipping his head back for a sip of his own; then he, too, began to choke.

It took them a few minutes to calm down. Like the idiots they were, they laughed it off, then immediately made plans to steal more, as soon as possible. As the hour passed and their bottles were slowly drained, the conversation shifted to other topics: Peeves's latest prank, their upcoming detention with Flitwick, the new song released by Celestina Warbeck, who'd recently become very popular.

Then, summer break.

"Got any plans?" James asked, turning his head to look at his best friend properly. He took a moment to admire the dark, silky strands of Sirius's hair, and resisted the urge to reach out and touch it. "Other than pissing off your parents, I mean."

He expected Sirius to snort, or give a mock-offended gasp. But instead, a shadow passed over his face; his brows dipped into a scowl.

"Bloody pricks," he said venomously, and took a swig of his firewhiskey. "Their stupid-ass blood purist beliefs are a load of bullshit."

James arched his eyebrows. Sirius's tone did not have the usual cheeky quality. It was darker, grimmer. Which, quite frankly, scared him.

"Only 2 more years, mate," he said in his airiest, unconcerned voice possible. "Then you'll be out and about, away from that load of rubbish."

Sirius's face darkened further. "2 more years..." he said bitterly. "Might as well run away."

James had froze then, wondering what exactly he should say. Sirius did not like pity, or fake soothings- but he sat up anyway, peering down. "Sirius," he said in a- well- serious voice. He hoped he didn't sound as frightened as he felt. "You know- if there's something going on- my house would always- I mean, my parents would-"

"Shut up, James," Sirius said brusquely. He also sat up; his long curtain of hair covered his face, so James couldn't read his expression. "It's fine."

"I-"

"It's fine." Sirius gave him a sideways look- and James backed down. If it had been anyone else, he would've pestered endlessly, maybe even tried to insert his authority- but Sirius always somehow knew just how to humble him. It was a frustrating skill of his.

"Okay," he said quietly. And that was that.

They hadn't talked about it since; in fact, they'd waken up the next morning extremely hungover (Remus and Peter had been very pissed that they'd been left out in their nighttime excursion) and up until now, James assumed Sirius had forgotten about the conversation entirely.

But as he stood there, taking in his best friend's dripping form and pained face, he saw the memory reflected in Sirius's eyes.

"You ran away," James said- not a question, but a statement.

Sirius said nothing; he simply looked at James, some sort of plea written across his face. But James, for the first time, couldn't decipher its meaning.

"I.." He glanced at his parents, who were standing in the doorway, watching. It occurred to him this was the first time they were meeting Sirius. "Mum, Dad...this is Sirius."

Mr. Potter's unsmiling expression didn't change. "We know, dear," said Mrs. Potter gently.

James looked back at Sirius, who seemed to finally muster the ability to speak. "Your parents said I could stay the night, and we'd decide what to do in the morning," he said. His voice was hoarse, from disuse most likely. James's heart gave a pang.

"Of course," he found himself saying. He reached forward and snaked an arm around Sirius's shoulders; this, at least was familiar. He pulled the boy close, relishing in his presence. A part of him- a very shameful part- was glad that even under these circumstances, he could finally see Sirius again. "C'mon, you can kip in my room."

At his mother's nod, he led Sirius upstairs, not once letting his grip slacken. Once they entered his bedroom and he closed the door shut, Sirius's shoulders began to shake. Wordlessly, he detached himself from James's embrace and turned away.

James reached for him again, pulling him in for a hug. Emotions weren't really their thing; touchy-feely conversations were rare, and the one time he'd seen Sirius truly upset was the night Regulus was Sorted into Slytherin. But he tried his best anyway. "I'm sorry," he murmured, right into Sirius's ear. The other boy gave a slight shudder. "This bloody sucks...I didn't- I wasn't expecting you to actually.." Merlin, he was terrible at this. "I'm glad you came," he finished, rather lamely. "I..I've been lonely, without you." There was a strange sense of shyness in this admission.

Sirius said nothing. He just clenched his jaw, glowering at the floor- was anger a defense mechanism of his, James wondered? But his features were softer than before, and his shoulders had stilled.

"Me too," he said at last. He exhaled slowly. "Suppose we ought to sleep then?" His tone was light; a little too light.

"Yeah," James said. He let go, feeling awkward now. Why had he made things so mushy with a hug? It was stupid. Sirius's coolness made it clear it was uncalled for. "Yeah, you can sleep with me, in my bed. It'll be like Hogwarts, sleeping nearby each other."

Sirius snorted. "If it's anything like Hogwarts, I won't be able to get an ounce of sleep with your bloody snoring."

"My snoring!" James repeated indignantly. "You're one to talk!"

Sirius shoved him. "Whatever, Prongs. Just keep to your side and try not to be obnoxiously loud. I need my beauty sleep to look as good as I do."

"As good as you do," James mocked as they climbed into the bed. "Who're we comparing you to, huh? Snivellus?"

Sirius gave a ghastly shudder, then sent him a look of disgust. "Don't mention that arse right now. I don't need a reminder of him- he makes even Bertha Jenkins look hot."

James sniggered, slouching into his pillows. He set aside his glasses on his bedside table, then turned towards Sirius, laying on his side. "'Night, Padfoot."

Sirius's smile was visible, even in the dark. It was watery and cracked, but still a smile. "'Night, Prongs. Sleep tight."

"Don't let the wolves bite."

"Oh yeah, I'd bet Moony'd want a load of this."

"Yeah, only to make me jealous."

"Damn really? Suppose I ought to snag Wormy then. He'll set Moony's priorities straight."

"Don't think that's straight at all, mate, but okay."

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idk should i do a part 2? kinda undecided lol

i love prongsfoot SO MUCH so this is just a fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a while...thought i'd post and see who else is just as obsessed with them lol

also no fucking idea what tumblr did to my title

#prongsfoot #james x sirius #starbucks #bambibelle #prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot fic #james fleamont potter #sirius black #harry potter #hp #hp fandom #marauders era #marauders fandom

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hey, are you listening? — part 10

pairing : college au!xiao x f!reader . summary : in which uni students decipher vague tweets and emotions... + ie: second-year students y/n and xiao are forced to work through their term project (and feelings) as their friends attempt to meddle with their love lives ‘for the greater good’ . cw : swearing, slut-shaming, suggestive, reader she/her pronouns .

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10. saturday mornings

act 1, scene 1

As it turned out, Scaramouche’s stay at his mother’s house was unexpectedly cut short as she had to tend to business matters in the early mornings. Unluckily enough, his aunt Nahida also had to attend the same meeting which meant his weekend plans with his family were now zero to none. At least his mom was kind enough to pay for his gas for the trip back to his university campus.

“For fucks sake... can’t even properly plan out a weekend stay for your son,” he grumbled as he fiddled with the key to get into the dormitory apartment.

He looked around to see the house in a lot cleaner of a condition than he expected. It more or less looked the same as when he left, unclean dishes on the counter and all, save for the missing people strewn about the couches.

The guys are probably still sleeping and Y/N should be at home by now if Xiao promised to walk her last night.

Right as he was about to make his way to his shared room, he almost tripped over a pair of shoes that shouldn’t have been there.

“What the fuck?... Did she come back to study in the morning?” He muttered to himself, a little pissed that his new bestie didn’t have the decency to properly set her shoes out of the doorway’s path.

At least Cyno of the eight stooges was able to give him a solid suggestion...

Scaramouche grabbed Y/N’s phone off of Xiao’s desk and guessed her passcode based on the four digits of her birthdate.

“Very secure.” He sarcastically mused to himself, as the phone unlocked. He found his way to the groupchat that seemed to include her two roomates, Hu Tao and Yanfei.

He turned off the phone and glanced back at his two friends who’s limbs were tangled around each other.

“Huh... she sleeps like Xiao. How convenient.” The indigo haired Inazuman quietly chuckled to himself before picking up the large body pillow that somehow ended up on the ground. He placed it at the foot of Xiao’s bed and quietly stalked out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him and turning on the room lights.

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act 2, scene 1

Y/N groaned as the brightness of the lights slowly invaded her senses.

“Mm… Yanfei, give me a few more minutes…” She groaned, shifting to hold onto her body pillow in a more comfortable position.

However, something felt off…

The pillow was warmer than expect, her room was colder than is usually was, and the pillow was stiffer and bonier than she remembered.

In her sleep driven state, her hands moved across the pillow to gauge the differences as her eyes continued to refuse to open. Hmm… that’s odd. I don’t remember my pillow being lumpy and hard.

Before long, the pillow case fabric seemed to run out when her hand traded against a material akin to warm human skin.

Wait a minute.

Her eyes shot open, only to be met with a tussle of dark hair with turquoise streaks. The figure beside her shifted as her eyes adjusted to the light, the hair moving to reveal closed eyes and striking red eyeliner. She had been feeling up Xiao’s side the whole time.

Oh fuck. I’m still in Xiao’s room… aren’t I.

Had she been cuddling him the entire time? Her face heated up at the realization. Embarrassed and confused, she tried to leave the bed quietly, only to be made aware of the arms and leg that tightly wrapped around her, keeping her in place.

From this angle, she could see the beautifully detailed pale green tattoos that covered his toned arms. Y/N spared herself a few moments to admire him before pulling herself back to reality.

Y/N had no choice but to have her captor wake up and comply with her wishes to be freed.

“Xiao…” she whispered out, only to be met with no response.

“Xiao?” Still no answer.

“He’s going to be the death of me, oh god…” she sighed as she took her hand to gently shake him, “Xiao, wake up.”

“Hm?” The boy stirred, amber eyes fluttering open to sleepily meet hers. He stared at her silently as his mind adjusted to consciousness before the realization seemed to hit him.

His eyes widened in surprise.

“Y/N?”

He panicked as he looked around the room, realizing that he was holding her in a bear’s grip. He released her from her bindings with an apology before scanning his surroundings once again.

“Xiao, did we… we didn’t… while I was drunk, right?”

“Huh? Oh,” his face turned red, “no, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you… we also still have our clothes on.”

“Ah… right.” She couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed for jumping to such profound conclusions.

Xiao apologized again as he got up, sitting on the bed beside her. This time, he apologized for not being more responsible and ensuring that she got home as he promised.

They both agreed that they must’ve both fallen asleep while watching the stream and never woke up until morning.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Maybe two or three minutes before you woke up. The lights woke me up.”

“Oh… lights? I thought I turned them off when the stream started last night…”

“Huh, that’s weird because I remember that too. Did someone turn them on?”

As if summoned, the perpetrator entered the room upon hearing their voices.

“So the love birds are finally awake. Took you two long enough, it’s almost eleven.” Scaramouche smirked at Xiao and Y/N, who awkwardly sat on opposite sides of the bed while avoiding eye contact.

“Alright, alright, stop glaring at me like that. Get your teeth brushed or something. Oh, and Y/N, I already texted your friends to tell them you’re safe. Breakfast is ready on the table, you can use a spare toothbrush from the second drawer.” Before the two could respond, Scaramouche left as quickly as he arrived.

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act 2, scene 2

“You can leave the toothbrush here or take it home. I’ll grab you a zip bag to put it in.”

“Thank you, Xiao.”

“No worries. You can go ahead to breakfast first. I’m going to take a shower. Tell me or the guys if you need anything, alright?”

“Okay. Oh, can I borrow something to wear? I feel kinda gross in yesterday’s clothes. I guess I’ll have to be in clothing debt to you again.”

“Sure, it’s no problem.” Xiao exited the washroom to grab a clean sweater and shorts, which she accepted with gratitude.

He couldn’t help but admire the pretty girl as she walked out of the washroom to model the new outfit compiled from his clothes for him. To Xiao, Y/N seemed to be the most adorable thing to ever grace his eyes.

“Comfy?”

“Very!”

“That’s good. I’m going to shower now. I’ll join you guys in a bit.”

“Got it.”

“So are you guys dating now or what?” Scaramouche smirked from the other side of the kitchen island as he finished preparing the five plates of pancakes.

“Please, for the love of the gods, shut up.”

“Fine, fine. I’m going to take that as a no… I’ll bother you about it later then.”

“Bother her about what?” Xiao entered the room, hair still damp and skin glowing as the four other inhabitants of the dorm turned to him.

Luckily, Scaramouche caught sight of Y/N’s death glare before turning to his cousin with a simple, “oh, nothing,” before handing Xiao his breakfast.

He took the plate and sat beside Y/N at the table, thanking Scaramouche for his cooking as he ate. Asides from Kazuha and Heizou bickering about something that had happened on the crime show they watched last night, the table was quiet.

Scaramouche eyed Y/N and Xiao suspiciously, who had barely looked at each other since brushing their teeth.

“Is everything okay between you two?” The indigo haired boy asked his cousin, which his question was answered by a curt nod.

“You sure? I know you don’t talk much in general but you’re oddly quiet.” He continued to whisper.

“I’m fine.” Xiao glanced over to see Y/N rolling a berry around on the plate with her fork, not paying attention to the conversations around her.

“Thanks again for the breakfast. I better head back home now, though.” Y/N smiled at the four boys after helping them clean up after breakfast and grabbing her bags.

“Sure thing, bestie.”

“I’ll walk you there.” Xiao spoke up.

“No it’s alright.”

“I promised you yesterday that I would.”

“Really, I’ll be okay, Xia—”

“I’m not keen on not keeping promises.” He interjected.

“Oh… alright then.”

They left the apartment building and continued down the street. Y/N had noticed how obviously perceptive and caring Xiao was as he subtly maneuvered himself to always end up on the side of the sidewalk closer to the traffic, or gently tapped her shoulder to tell her to walk when she was scrolling on her phone as they waited for the light.

It had become increasingly difficult for her to not overthink his kind and simple gestures. Especially since the two of them wasn’t exactly sure how to start a conversation after everything that had happened that morning. Less conversation time meant Y/N had a bit too much time to marinate in her thoughts.

Ugh… this is bad… I’m over thinking this way too much.

“Oh! The Puspa Cafe… I’ve been meaning to visit. I know a friend who works there.” She broke their silence.

“I know someone who works there too. Did you want to grab something to drink?”

“Sure. But I’m paying for us this time.”

“Whatever you say.”

The two enter the establishment and walked inside.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called her over to the counter. “Gods, where have you been? We’ve all been worried sick for you! You didn’t answer any of our calls or messages!” The figure ran around the counter to hold Y/N tightly in their embrace.

“I didn’t? I don’t remember seeing any notifications… but anyways. I’m fine! See? I even have a personal body guard to bring me back home!” She giggled as her friend continued to squeeze the living daylights out of her for scaring them with her disappearance.

“Kaveh, let the girl go, you’re going to hurt her.” Another voice spoke up as its owner exited the back of house kitchen space behind the door.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Al-Haitham.” Kaveh said, still clinging onto his friend.

At this point, Xiao, who had been forebodingly standing to the side, had to step in and carefully peel his girl the girl from the blonde man’s grasp before she could suffocate.

“Xiao, I don’t see you here often.” Al-Haitian mused at his friend, smirking a little as he knew almost all too well about what had happened (and had the absolute pleasure of hiding it from Kaveh as his roommate freaked out the whole morning).

“She wanted to visit.” Xiao shrugged, eyeing Kaveh and Y/N as she explained to him what had happened.

“Is that so. So what can I get for you two?” The question pulled Y/N away from her conversation with her architect friend as she placed an order for the both of them.

Y/N and Xiao thanked the two roommates for the drinks before leaving the cafe to redirect themselves back to her building.

“Kaveh is such a mom, isn’t he?”

Xiao grunted in response, sipping on his coffee.

“He’s always making such a fuss of things, but I’m glad he cares for me. He’s such a good friend, right?”

“I care too.” Xiao abruptly said, causing Y/N to stop in her tracks.

She looked at him to see glaring at the drink in his hand, with an unreadable expression on his face. There was something that seemed to be bothering him. Did he not like Kaveh?

“Xiao? Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Come on, we’re almost at your building.”

“Oh… alright.”

They continued to walk, however Y/N couldn’t bring herself to find something else to talk about. Their walk had fallen back into the same awkward silence as was earlier. In a few minutes they reached their destination.

Xiao thanked Y/N for the coffee and she thanked him in return for walking her home and lending her his clothes.

“You don’t have to return them back immediately,” he turned his had away from her slightly before continuing, “I, uh, like how you look in them…”

She felt her face flush.

“Oh, uh— I…”

Just then, the door swung open, almost hitting her. If it weren’t for Xiao’s quick reflexes, Y/N would’ve surely been bonked on the head by the door. However, her cheeks were now hotter than before, as she found herself pushed against his chest with his hand on the small of her back.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah… I should go now… thanks again, Xiao.”

“I’ll see you soon?”

“Of course…”

“Alright, I’ll text you when I get home then.”

She quickly dashed through the opening elevator and slumped to the ground once the doors closed and he was out of sight.

“Shit…” she cursed to herself, face still hot and mind rushing with thoughts of her growing infatuation…

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a/n: apologies for late update… and the extensive amount of words o.0 I needed to get the ball rolling a bit faster which means more reading sadly. also… not proofread yet so this may not make sense T-T

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solitaire-sol · 7 months

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13: Pupil

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Sequel to 10: Hope, in which we see how Sirius and Walburga are handling the whole ‘James and Sirius are soulmates’ thing.

“Mother,” Sirius began, looking up from the music he’d long since memorized. “May I--”

“Sirius,” Walburga rebuked, with a distinct lack of patience in her tone. “We know better than to ask when the answer is known.”

Sirius subsided, as he inevitably did when faced with his mother's censure, and returned his gaze to the piano. Orion Black was head of House, but little inclined to the raising of children; Walburga refused to trust the upbringing of their eldest son, their heir, to anyone but herself, so Sirius had grown up under his mother's exacting eye. It would have been a trial for any child - young Regulus had already been relegated to the care of nurses and house-elves - but Sirius was as bright as his namesake and Walburga was determined to polish him until he shown. Such light would only reflect well on the vaunted House of Black.

Until recently, Walburga would have considered Sirius the perfect child, for Sirius was more hers than his father's: He had the beginnings of Orion's sharp features and seemed inclined towards a similar stature, but Sirius' luminous eyes and porcelain skin presaged his mother's famous beauty, and the sharp mind and sharper tongue that inhabited his childish body was an immature mirror of Walburga's. It made him a handful, her Sirius, already so willful, but he had learned decorum well and he respected his mother, so she had little cause to be displeased with his conduct.

That is, at least, how things had been until that dreadful party, until those soft-hearted blood-traitors and their ill-mannered offspring. Walburga had scoured every book in the Black family library for some way to rid her son of that... that wretched excuse for a “bond,” which already had a negative effect on Sirius: For the first time, Sirius had not accepted Walburga's decision as fait accompli. He hadn't thrown a tantrum, but the fact that he kept asking to see the Potter boy was rebellion enough, and there was a look about him each time that said he was well aware of it.

It was a thorn in Walburga's side, the idea that some stranger's child could hold more sway over Sirius than his own mother. No, Walburga thought, as Sirius returned to his piano lessons, this would not do. Walburga had planned Sirius' future long before his birth: He would be brilliant, the chief diamond in her coronet, prestigious in title and fortuitous in wife, carrying the name and blood of Black into the future.

All she had to do was keep them apart. The bond, without reinforcement, would wither; Sirius would think of him less often, his so-called soulmate, and the remnants of that connection would fall away, leaving Sirius free to be Walburga’s prized protégé and favored son.

Walburga smiled to herself, satisfied, and allowed herself to enjoy the elegiac notes Sirius coaxed from the piano. Sirius didn’t ask about James again, but his thoughts still lingered on a warm hand and hazel eyes.

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #sirius black #walburga black #james potter (isn’t actually here but oh well)#trying to figure out walburga in 500 words was def a good choice #assume baby sirius is playing the saddest piano piece a talented 7-year-old can play #because he barely got to meet james #but he misses him anyway #fics by sol

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 1) ☆ (ch. 2)

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 1.4k

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). (mention of) cops.

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

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'Cause her last relationship was a disaster Accusations everyday, she didn't know why All her calls would be ignored, he's on his own time Should've ended it before it started All she ever got was broken-hearted He was cheating on her, trying to flip it Back on her like a victim Now she all alone and starting over Now she got baggage on her shoulder

Losin' Control - Russ

You sat nervously in the gymnasium stands, your fidgeting hands propped on your restless legs. You craned your neck to catch a glimpse of your son as he walked out of the tunnel and onto the mat.

“Hey…” your husband said, a comforting tone in his voice as he rubbed his warm hand along your back. “He’s been training his butt off for this for almost three years. Try to relax a little, okay? He’s gonna be fine.”

You returned his smile with one of your own, though worry still flashed in your eyes. You were grateful he was there. He’d always had a way of anchoring you in times of uncertainty. He nodded towards the center of the gym floor, and you followed his eyes to the mat where Musubi and his opponent bowed to each other.

Achieving his second black belt in judo had been a goal of his since getting his first one two years prior. Winning this competition would be the final step in making that dream come true. The promotion ceremony would be held the following day, which also happened to be Musubi’s 14th birthday. You couldn’t have been prouder of your boy, but getting to this point had been a long row to hoe…

~ THREE YEARS EARLIER ~

Your phone rang. It was your son’s fifth grade teacher calling. Again.

You groaned and propped your forehead on your palm as you answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hiiiii…” the familiar voice on the other end drawled out with an audible smile. A friendship had formed between the two of you in the three months since school had started, but it was just after 11:00am on a school day so you knew he wasn’t calling to confirm this week’s Margarita Saturday.

“Oh gosh, what did he do this time?” you groaned.

“Well,” Suga started, “after multiple requests to do his work, he stormed out of the classroom yelling that math is stupid-“

“-Oh god-“ You buried your face deeper in your hand.

“-and when I tried to offer a compromise he said, and I quote, ‘go fuck yourself, Mr. Suga!’”

“Shit,” you swore under your breath. “I’m so sorry, Suga.”

You couldn’t see it, but the teacher waved his hand in dismissal. “No need to apologize, y/n, you know that. This isn’t your fault. I know how great of a mom you are…”

“Thank you, Suga. I’ll talk to him. Is there anything I need to sign when he gets home?”

“No, but the Vice Principal does want you and I to have a formal PTC. Can you come 15 minutes before school lets out this afternoon?”

“Of course. I’ll see you then!”

When the call was over, you propped your elbows on your desk and massaged your temples. Subi was going to send you to an early grave. He’d been having behavior issues since first grade, shortly after you split from his father.

Over the past few years, you’ve been to multiple behavior analysts and therapists, as well as tried so many different combinations and cocktails of medications, you couldn’t even keep track of them anymore. Sometimes it felt hopeless. Every step forward felt like two steps back. But you were your son’s biggest advocate. Giving up simply wasn’t an option. You loved Subi more than life itself and would do whatever it took to give him the best possible shot at life, even if it killed you.

When you walked into the classroom, you found it empty save for your grey-haired friend and his bright, warm smile. You considered yourself fortunate that your hellion son had such a laid back, patient teacher with an easy-going sense of humor.

Upon your first meeting with Mr. Sugawara, as you called him back then, you developed a little crush on him. He was quite attractive. Downright cute, even. But as you got to know him better, your interest in him shifted to more of a platonic rather than romantic nature.

“Hey,” Suga said, getting up from his desk, “thanks for coming on such short notice.”

Normally the two of you would share a hug upon greeting, but you respected the fact that he was at work and had to maintain professional boundaries. Or at least give the appearance of such.

You sat and talked about some of the things Suga had been doing to make learning and schoolwork more palatable for Subi, as well as some calm-down strategies that could be used at home and at school to keep things as consistent as possible. Suga suspected that Subi had been feeling a sense of instability in his life ever since your split with his dad. You’d been working hard to give him a solid home life, but there was only so much you could do on your own and Subi’s feelings were nonetheless valid.

When the meeting was over, your friend walked with you to the gymnasium where the car riders were waiting to be picked up so you could collect your boy.

Just as he opened the door for you, Suga said, “We’re still on for margaritas on Saturday, right?”

“You bet your sweet ass we are,” you mumbled from the corner of your mouth.

You and Suga were halfway through your pitcher of margarita when a group of three older ladies stopped next to your table. “I just have to say you two are one of the cutest couples I’ve ever seen,” one of them beamed, her friends smiling and nodding behind her.

You and Suga both had the same reaction: “Oh! Well, thank you!” “Thanks, that’s very sweet of you!”

After a couple more pleasantries, the women carried on, leaving you and Suga staring at each other with wide eyes for several seconds before cracking up.

“As often as we’re mistaken for a couple, do you ever think that maybe we should date?” you asked him playfully.

“Do you wanna try kissing and see how it feels?”

You gasped. “Seriously? Here? Now?”

“Sure, why not?” Suga shrugged.

You both leaned in and before your lips touched you said, “Close your eyes or it’ll be weird.”

You could smell the tequila on Suga’s breath when he huffed out a laugh. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

You were both still smiling when your lips touched, but your smiles melted away as they slotted and began to move together. Suga stopped and said, “Should we try it with tongue?”

“What are we? Twelve?” you said, quiet snickers bubbling from both of you. “I think so. Just to make sure.”

The experimental kiss continued, but this time you welcomed Suga’s tongue into your mouth and pushed back against his—warm, soft, and bittersweet with triple sec.

A few seconds later, you pulled away and looked at each other, thinking for a moment before simultaneously scrunching up your noses and laughing. “Nahhhh!” you said in unison before topping up your drinks.

“I just don’t know what I’m gonna do, Suga,” you lamented, propping your chin on your palm, mindlessly swirling your swizzle stick.

“You know my best bro I’ve told you about? The one who’s a cop?” You looked up at Suga as you took a drink through your straw. “I’m sure he’d be happy to talk to Subi-“

With a mouthful of margarita, you shook your head before swallowing. “Absolutely not! I do not want the cops to get involved if I can help it. He’s only 10 for crying out loud!”

Suga put his hands out in front of him. “Relax, I said talk to him, not arrest him. Jeez, lady. Here, have another drink,” he insisted, tipping the pitcher of alcohol over your half-full glass.

Your shoulders relaxed as you chuckled at Suga’s silliness. “You’re a bad influence, you know that? I’m surprised they leave you in a room with twenty plus children all day.”

Suga shrugged. “Yeah, and one of ‘em’s yours!”

“Maybe you’re the one who needs a talking-to from your cop friend!” you said, cackling.

“Please,” Suga rolled his eyes, “been there, done that, got the t-shirt!”

You both broke into a fit of laughter.

It did give Suga an idea though. And the more he thought about it, the more he kicked himself for not having thought of it sooner. Suga’s inner schemer rubbed his wicked hands together and grinned. Let the plotting begin.

ch. 1 ☆ ch. 2

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night-market-if · 1 year

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Paper Moons Part 3

Part 3 of Paper Moons. Remember, we are three weeks ahead over on Patreon. Join the Courtesan tier ($10) to get the rest of the story, or the Baron tie to get access to all of the choices.

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The room was dimly lit, the only window off to the far right covered in gauzy moonlit curtains. The sound of the small brook outside filtered in with a trickle, providing a soft background noise to the otherwise still night. Gabriel’s eyes followed my every move, tracking each of my breaths as I continued to sit on the side of his bed, wringing my hands together.

“I- I could wake your fathers?” I wasn’t sure if that’s how he referred to them. There was still a small fear embedded like coal in my belly. One that said I was being played a fool this entire time and that this man before me was a prisoner. Just as I would surly become as well. “Reese and Elias?” I continued. “They- they introduced themselves as your fathers.”

“Don’t wake them,” the man demanded. There was a sharpness to his tone that scared me. It must have shown on my face as I shifted away from him. “I’m sorry. I only meant they should get their rest.” Settling back down onto the blankets, he blinked up at me, forcefully trying to relax his body. “They have not gotten sleep since I have fallen ill.”

I nodded in understanding. A knot of trepidation cleared from my chest. At least the situation at hand was not one of dubious origin.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked. Rest was what he needed the most but I knew how active a mind could be when woken in the middle of the night. “Something to eat perhaps?” He looked far too skinny. While my experience with a man, or with anyone really, was limited to a darkened tussle in the hay bales back home, I knew that his body could not last in such a state. His ribs poked out from the dark shadows playing across his skin and his face looked sunken.

“Water would be good.”

I nodded, now set with a task. “I’ll be right back.”

Entering the kitchen, the house was quiet. Though, it was not eerily so. This was obviously a home. One that was full of compassion and kindness. I could see the light of the moon shining through the window over the sink, its silvery glow much brighter tonight. Grabbing a glass, I poured a cup of water from the stone pitcher off to the side. It was still cool, bathing in the moonlight to absorb whatever good properties the market wished to send our way. A loaf of thick, crusted bread, still lay on the butcher block. I had eaten it earlier with some cheese and had practically devoured half of it.

Cutting a few slices, I made a plate of easy foods, hoping that Reese and Elias would be okay with me rummaging through their kitchen. Though, they had said, anything for their son. The sentiment left me rather warm. The ache of family was still present and I had to push it away on nights like tonight.

Gabriel had managed to prop himself up on the pillows when I returned. I set the plate beside him on the bed and helped him with his water, tipping it towards his chapped and greying lips. He stared at me over the rim, fingers coming up to curl over my wrist. Beneath my skin, my pulse fluttered.

“Who are you?” he asked, as I pulled the cup away.

“You may call me Graceling,” I told him gently. “I have no name other than that.”

“Are you a child of the Knowing?” he asked curiously.

“I am.”

“Then why would you wish to help the likes of me?” Such bitterness laced his words. Ones that tinged each syllable with the disappointment of his actions.

“It is not my job to pass judgement,” I told him gently, setting the cup aside. Picking up the plate, I positioned it beside his hand, a soft encouragement for him to eat. “It is only my job to see you well again.”

Head lolling to the side, his eyes cast towards the gauze covered window. They were flat and dull and looked sunken within the lines of his face. “Just let me die.”

I startled at the proclamation. “You cannot truly wish for that.” His fathers had asked for his salvation. Not for his demise. I was not here to ferry him to death's door.

“You do not know what I truly wish for,” he snapped.

I scooted away, my head cast downwards. I had always heard of the Fallen. How they were cast from the Knowing without a second chance. Their crimes so heinous that the cosmos could not contain their sins any longer. But I had to believe that Gracelings, people such as I, were made to help. For only our kind could help a Fallen. The Knowing would not create us if they did not care for their lost brethren any further.

“Gabriel,” I said softly. His eyes ticked back to me, following the sound of my voice. “Whatever you have done to get you in this position, whatever actions have led you here, you must understand that those same actions have led me to this door on this night. I am here for you.”

He stared at me then. A dark look had befallen his face, shimmering across his eyes. There was no telling if he actually believed me. Perhaps the madness had already taken him and I was only prolonging the inevitable pain. But I had to try. And I needed him to know that I was going to try. That the love that was surrounding him in this household was what would save him.

“You do not even know me,” he said.

I smiled softly. “I do not. But I have spent time with your fathers and they care for you deeply. I do not need to know you to know that you have a good heart.” Gently, I reached out, placing it across his chest. His skin was cracked and frigid, the grace having been sucked from his skin for some time now. But I did not flinch at the feel. Only kept contact with his black eyes. “You must trust me. As a Graceling I can feel these things. And you, Gabriel,” I said, dipping my head low. “Are bound to do so much good. I will not let you fall any further.”

Slowly, his hand came up to press lightly against mine, testing. Afraid that I was only going to pull it away at the first sign of trust. I opened myself to him though, letting a small bit of light warm his skin and fill the cracks across his heart. The sound of bells chimed gently around us as the grace trickled into the room. The relief on his face was almost instant and I suddenly knew why Gracelings continued to devout themselves so thoroughly. The peace that came with healing others was nearly addicting.

Behind us, the window shattered, sending me jumping from the bed with a gasp. Something sickly and calloused slithered through the window, falling to the floor in a puddle before rising up in a mass of cobbled together flesh with jagged glass teeth. My heart pounded in my chest. I had seen the creatures before. Had heard them dragging the helpless from their beds. I had hidden beneath bags of discarded waste many a night, until they had passed.

It looked right at me, a cackle falling like spit from its bloodless lips. “Lord Taliesin would like to see you now,” it croaked.

I felt the tears prick my eyes. The goblin was not here for Gabriel. For the fallen that was at death's door. It was here to collect a Graceling. I had stupidly used my power twice tonight and had created a beacon for anyone who was searching. And now, the thing was through our window with a jagged looking knife and broken bottle. I knew if I did not go with him, we would both be gutted.

As I stepped forward, ready to give myself to the goblin, an arm pressed in front of me. With wide eyes, I turned, seeing Gabriel shakily standing from the bed. The grace I had given him glowed faintly in his eyes, rimming his black orbs with silver thread. He pressed his hand flat to my belly, pushing me back behind him as he stared the creature down.

“You will not touch her,” he said.

The goblin sneered at him, eyes dancing with delight. “You think you can stop me?”

“I think that I have nothing to lose so I should at least try.” From his hand, a blade of light appeared. Gabriel pointed it towards the creature, a silver glow filling the room. “Would you like to choose how you die?”

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captaingrebelguf · 1 year

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Bedtime

Well now that @copiousloverofcopia outted me, I figured I would share my rambles based on her depiction of Terzo and his Prime Mover (so my selfish ass can see them all in one place).

All credit goes to this one ➡ @copiousloverofcopia ⬅️ She's lovely and I think the world of her.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Anyway.

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Terzo paused in the hallway of the Ministry, gently letting his head loll back. He was fighting against his sleep-deprived mind, but his eyelids were starting to get heavier and heavier. He’d been searching for his firstborn and older brother for the past 10 minutes, walking aimlessly up and down the halls searching for them. When Primo had offered to watch Mena for a few hours and give the new parents a break from their daughter, he thought the older man would grow weary of her and return her at some point. Once it started to grow late, Alé had to remind Terzo they were missing a family member and ordered he go track her down while she fed their son.

It’d been three weeks since Dante joined their family, and while Terzo was absolutely smitten with him, he was beyond exhausted. He admired how easily his Prime Mover was adapting to these changes and remaining so graceful. Terzo on the other hand felt like he was losing his mind. The family of four had been trying to get back into some sort of routine: making sure Alé was getting the help she needed with their son, trying to keep Mena busy and involved as a new big sister, and Terzo failing miserably at his papal duties. He was thankful his brothers made no qualms about picking up his slack; including babysitting his daughter.

Terzo shook his head to wake himself up and continued on with his quest. After no success checking a few more rooms, he finally passed by the dimly-lit living room and halted his step. He spun on his heel and stuck his head through the door frame, sighing at his brother and daughter huddled over the coffee table with tiny packets scattered all about.

“Come along, tesoro,” Terzo groaned, holding out his hand for Mena, “We need to get you into bed before Mama starts looking for the both of us.”

“No! Zio said I could help!” Mena insisted, crossing her arms and kicking the side of the couch with her bare feet, ready for a fight. Primo’s lips thinned into a tight line as he tossed an apologetic glance at his younger brother and placed a gentle hand on the toddler’s feet to cease the kicking. Terzo let out a sigh and gave his brother an exasperated, pleading look. Primo couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such dark circles under his brother’s eyes .

“I believe we let time get away from us a little, wouldn’t you agree, donnina?” Primo asked his niece. Mena, obviously starting to learn from her father’s dramatics, crossed her arms tighter and turned away from the two men.

“No!” she argued, “I want to help Zio!”

Terzo closed his eyes before Primo could see the twitch in his eye develop, accepting defeat against his child. He entered the room and sat down in the high-backed armchair near the crackling fireplace. He rested his eyelids and sunk into the cushion, resigning himself to be found by his wife; even if it may come with some not-so-gentle scolding.

“Come stai, fratellino?” Primo questioned as he handed Mena a packet of heirloom cucumber seeds. Mena uncrossed her arms and hugged the seed packet to her heart, beaming up at her doting uncle as he returned the warm smile.

“Sono morto dentro,” Terzo replied in a low tone, rotating his face towards the warmth. He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore his brother’s blatant efforts to absolutely spoil his child.

“Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti,” Primo warned, continuing to sort through his seed packets, making mental notes as he prepared for next spring’s growing season. Mena watched her uncle move around the tempting parcels, as she grasped out her small hand for an additional seed packet, babbling away to no one in particular.

“Mai,” Terzo scoffed, crossing his legs and giving into his exhaustion.

“Terzo Emeritus!” Alessandra chided from the doorway, holding a wiggling Dante in her arms. Her dark locks up in a messy bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and her robe stained with a hint of dried spit-up; yet still exuding the same confidence (and irritation at her husband) she always had.

Terzo shot forward from his chair like a deer in some headlights. He clutched his chest as his lover stared daggers at him, “Alé, cara mia, I swear we were coming right up!”

Mena haphazardly launched herself off the couch towards her mother, Primo holding his hands up behind her to catch her from landing on the coffee table. Mena scurried towards her mother, raising her hands up to her brother, “Hi, Dante! Hi Mama!”

Alé moved their son into the crook of her left arm as she took her free hand to stroke her daughter’s hair, pulling into a hug, “Mena, help me get your Papa to bed. He clearly needs his sleep.”

Terzo defeatedly sighed and held his hands out towards his wife, motioning towards their son. Alé took Mena’s hand and shuffled her way to Terzo. Alessandra dipped down to allow Terzo to remove Dante from her arm. He placed Dante on his chest and kissed the crown of his head. Despite the new challenges, he couldn’t be happier. Motherhood suited his beautiful Prime Mover perfectly, he hoped he was doing enough to have her see the same in him.

“Don’t cook the baby,” Alé teased, pulling Mena up to her hip. A small smile tugged on his face as he soothingly rubbed Dante’s back. Ale took her free hand and ran her fingers through Terzo’s mane, “Seriously, bed time.”

Mena buried her tiny face into her mother’s chest and yawned, “Mama, I helped Zio.”

Primo began to rise, having reached a good ending point for the evening, “And what an incredible helper she was. Good conversation, too.”

“Thank you, Primo. I really am so grateful to have you here to help,” Alé gently swayed, trying to settle Mena. She gave Primo a genuine, soft smile. She felt so much more at ease knowing her children had him as a role model in their lives.

Primo smiled and placed a hand on Mena’s back, “Always a pleasure. Anything for my nipoti. Fratellino, vai a letto.”

Primo gave Alessandra’s arm a gentle squeeze and wished sweet dreams to his niece and nephew. As he began to exit, he shot another stern glance at his brother. One Terzo remembered as a ‘get your ass in gear or else’ look from his childhood. With that, Primo silently glided out of the room and down the hall to his own quarters.

Terzo sighed and lifted himself off the armchair. He rolled his neck about, as a yawn escaped his lips. He shifted Dante from his chest into his arms, the infant stirred for a second before closing his eyes again and falling back to sleep. Terzo teasingly bumped his hip against Alé’s, gazing at the two beautiful children they created, “Pronta, sorella?”

“Sì, Papa,” Alessandra rolled her eyes. She turned to exit the room, cradling a sleeping Mena to her chest, with Terzo and Dante following closely behind. The family of four made their way down the dim halls of the Ministry, passing by a few ghouls seemingly being afflicted by night zoomies. The ghouls skittered about, greeting their Papa and his family before sprinting down the hall, poorly hiding a can of whipped cream they snagged from the fridge.

“We’re going to need more arms,” Terzo lamented as he opened the door to their wing. He motioned for Alessandra to enter first.

“More arms for what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Alé headed into Mena’s room with Terzo trailing behind her.

“When we have six of these things running around falling asleep all over the Abbey, we’re going to need more arms,” he replied nonchalantly.

“HA!” Alé belted as she lowered Mena into her bed, causing Dante to start to fuss. Terzo began swaying side-to-side, trying to get the child to fall back asleep, giving Alé a cheeky smile. Alé tucked the blankets around their firstborn and kissed her forehead.

Terzo kneeled down beside his daughter’s bed and kissed her forehead, “Dormi bene, mio tesoro.”

Alé rested her head against Terzo’s shoulder as they watched their daughter sleep, “I think we’re doing pretty OK.”

“Sì, sì,” Terzo nodded his head. He nuzzled his face into his Prime Mover’s neck, gently nipping her jawline, “Now, what do you say we get this one to his own bed and start working on number three?”

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this: you’re never touching me again,” she scoffed, standing up and walking out to go collapse in their king-sized bed.

Terzo sighed defeatedly as he looked down at Dante’s sleeping face, “Prometto, your Mama is actually crazy about me.”

Translations:

Tesoro -- Treasure

Zio -- Uncle

Donnina -- Little woman

Come stai, fratellino? -- How are you doing, little brother?

Sono morto dentro. -- I am dead inside.

Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti. -- I hope you have no regrets.

Mai. -- Never.

Nipoti -- niece/nephew

Vai a letto -- Go to bed

Pronta, sorella? -- Ready, sister?

Dormi bene, mio tesoro -- Sleep well, my treasure

Prometto -- I promise

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Christmas eve and Christmas day

12 Fics of Christmas - masterlist

Summary: You spend christmas at the munsons.

Content warnings: cosy festive fluff.

Word count: 1230

A/N: This fic is makes the most sense if you´ve red at least part 1, 3 and 10 of this series but you can of course read it as a stand alone.

Big huge thanks to anyone that has read and liked anything of this, I appreciate you all so much its insane.

fic is also posted on Ao3

You smelt the mulled wine before you got inside.

The trailer felt festive in a totally new way, it felt so warm, so welcome and so calm.

Eddie and Wayne had some small nibbles and cookies displayed on the kitchen counter, and inside the oven there were a chicken and leek pie baking, courtesy of Claudia Henderson, who made enough pies for a small army and then distributed them among friends and family.

Wayne was incharge of the music and a frank sinatra christmas album was softly playing in the background.

“This is beautiful” you said to Eddie as he brought you into his open arms.

“you are” he responded, “Garlic bread?” he asked, holding up a slice.

“I mean when you offer” you said and opened your mouth.

When you, Eddie and Wayne was stuffed to the brim with both snacks and pie you sat down on the couch and you turned to Eddie quite quickly, now to excited to wait.

“So when are you going to tell the new part of the christmas story?” you asked your boyfriend.

Ever since Wayne told you about it and showed you the notebook, you had made eddie read parts here and there to you whilst at his place, to not make Wayne sit trough the entire thing on christmas eve.

“Do you guys want to hear it now? Or should we put on a film?” Eddie asked, smirking slightly cause he knew what you would say.

“No!” You said, grabbing his hand.”Tell it now.”

Wayne charmed in.

“Tell it son, it aint christmas till you do”

Eddie smiled.

“Mkay then, get comfortable. “ he said.

When you had he began, you noticed how his tone dropped, falling into one that was laced with mystery.

“When we left our heroes last christmas, they had just gotten out of the deadly trap that they were fooled into during their dreamhaze, and now they found themselves in a forest they’ve never seen before. Snow covered the ground in every direction that they looked, and the oak door that they just passed through was suddenly gone. “

You felt your insides grow warm as you watched Eddie tell his story, He was so into it, so echanted in the story that he created out of thin air. His imagination and passion for storytelling made you love him even more than you had before.

“When they had wondered round the interminable forrest for what felt like an eternity, they suddenly heard something coming from above, something so gorgeous that they couldn’t really believe their eyes.” Eddie said, pausing for dramatic effect, whilst also smirking deviously at you. “a fairy.”

Eddie proceeded to describe the fairy and it didn´t take long for you to realise that the fairy’s features all matched yours, on the dot every time. Still you couldnt really believe it, Did he really write you into his story?

When he finished, it stopped on a happy note, an open end with potential for a continuation next christmas. You dried the tears that had erupted when the fairy used her magic to light a path in the snow giving the heroes the hope they needed.

“Son, I dunno how you do it, but you’ve done it again,” Wayne said as he rose from the sofa, giving Eddie an affectionate shoulder squeeze as he walked past him.

“So what did you think?” Eddie asked taking a seat beside you on the sofa.

“I loved it Eds, “ you said, leaning against him. ”was that fairy inspired by someone special?”

“Might be so” Eddie said and kissed your temple. “Inspired by the source of light and hope in my life”

“I love you” you said, climbing into his lap, straddling him.

“I love you too” Eddie replied and softly put a hand under your chin bringing your face to his, kissing you deeply.

It felt like that kiss lasted forever, and you only broke it when you heard Wayne clear his throat.

“You guys want dessert or are you content with eating each other?”

After you two had gone to bed you waited for Eddie to fall asleep.

There were two stockings hung on the door to his bedroom, one for him and one for you, and you desperately wanted to be the one to put presents in his.

You listened to him breathe behind you, face in your neck, and when you heard his breathing even out you snuck as carefully as you could out of bed to go grab the present you had in mind for under the tree.

You grabbed it carefully to not wake Wayne and tiptoed back, only to be met by Eddie at the door stuffing a present down your stocking.

“I thought you went to the bathroom?” Eddie whispered when he saw you.

“I thought you were asleep?” You whispered back. Then you both paused and looked at each other laughing.

You looked at the clock. It was 02.31 a.m.

“I mean it’s officially Christmas Day anyways” you said as you handed Eddie the present not bothering to stuff it down his stocking.

Eddie took the present and then dug up the gift for you.

“Merry Christmas my love” he said and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the room to open the presents.

Eddie read the note on his present and looked up at you with raised eyebrows and a cheeky grin.

“Unwrap me in private?” He asked, “should I be scared or excited?”

“Well hopefully excited, Cmon now, unwrap!” You said, urging him to unwrap the gift.

He unwrapped the boudoir photos of you and the gasp he let out was incredible.

“Baby” he said after looking at them. “These put my tiny Polaroid collection to such shame, they’re gorgeous”

“You really think so?” You asked.

“Sweetheart I wanna frame these, put them on the wall so I can look at them all day.”

You laughed at his outburst.

“You cannot frame and hang pictures of me barely clothed in a house that you share with your uncle” you said.

“Then we better work on getting a place of our own” he said, then he leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I love them, thank you. Now open yours”

You smiled at him and murmured an “you’re welcome” before opening up the small gift.

Inside were a ring. A ring that had an E on the front.

“Wow” you said, putting it on. “I assume E stands for Eddie right?”

“You are correct and I am aware that it is insanely cheesy.” Eddie said. “Now there’s a reason behind the present sweetheart.”

“And that is?” You said, admiring the ring.

“Well baby, I’ve noticed that when your anxious you fiddle with my rings a lot, and its not that I want that to stop, it’s just that I want you to have something to fiddle with when im not around.”

You teared up at the consideration behind the gift that you now had on your finger.

“Eddie, I love you, so incredibly much.”

“I love you too baby”

You kissed him and then you let out a yawn.

“Should we go to bed?” he asked.

“Please” you replied.

That christmas night, you fell asleep in the arms of a man that loved you so much and that you loved just as much.

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