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mega-bastard · 3 years

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Bitch in Heat Stuck Under Debris Gets WRECKED

a miki mouse whorehouse collab, the m.list you can find here

cw: sexual harrassment, abo themes, dubcon kinda

as the poor quality picture can’t really show you, I got stuckage and I chose Bakugo with the finishing touch of making it ABO <3 It’s also two days late but shhhhh we don’t talk about it uwu also 2.7 words of pain enjoy

katsuki bakugou is becoming a thorn in your side.

you’ve both been metaphorically and somewhat literally glued to each others sides since highschool. it’s not necessarily a bad thing, to be quite frank katsuki is something of a deterrent in a world of second genders and pheromones— something you capitalized on in high school.

being an omega hero isn’t something entirely world shattering, but it’s a position that comes with lots of stereotypes— stereotypes you fought tooth and nail to fight against in your younger years. being one of four omegas in your class was...irritating, to say the least. lots of preconceived notions that you needed to be helped with trivial things, and while your classmates intentions came from a good place it was maddening. save for katsuki, back when he had no restraint with his anger and aggression, he didn’t coddle you like your classmates did. Labeled a brute for his actions towards his omega classmates in trivial interaction or sparring, you thrived on the normality— katsuki was an ass to everyone. Your omega was placated, finally encountering an alpha who wasn’t belittling her with preconceived daintiness.

it was easy to hang near katsuki, ignoring the atrocity that was his vocabulary. eventually like the rest of the peanut gallery that was the bakusquad, you just existed alongside katsuki— which meant that you grew on him. katsuki swears up and down that you’re all a nuisance but you’ve seen him go up to bat for all you at some point, you knew you’d all made some sort of ragtag pack with one another. this was rather amazing to you at the time, not to sell yourself short but you’d never really imagined belonging to a close knit group of friends— especially realizing that they understood when it was appropriate to step in for you. katsuki in particular had a knack for being at the right place at the right time.

During your second year you fumbled.

interning with miruko had its perks, a top 5 hero with raw strength, cunning, and the drive to just keep going— and an omega. landing and internship with her had been a dream, even more-so when you learned she’d been watching you since your first year because of the festival. bright eyed and eager, nothing could have dampened your spirits— neither katsuki and his usual moody behavior or the standoffish alpha from shiketsu. yes, you all had landed an internship with miruko and part of you was...worried? katsuki had never looked down on heroes based on their second genders but you couldn’t speak for the shiketsu alpha, both alphas interning under an established omega hero put your inner omega on edge— you didn’t quite know why though. but you chose to squash the feeling and enjoy your internship with who was essentially your idol and continue on.

then you started getting sexually harassed.

his name was omori kisai and he was the worst. hailing from shiketsu, known for their dignified schooling, he was far from it. salacious comments dropped when no one was listening, less that appropriate touching when passing by and just general ick that had your skin crawling and omega snarling. it was easy to brush it off as banter the first time, section off the awkward contact as an accident. The second time you made it clear the comments were not liked and the touches far from appropriate, after the third time you’d snap an insult or have to hold a trembling fish from making contact. but it was coming to a head and your suppressors could only do so much to hide your souring scent. looking back you should have said something, but your pride had told you that it was a necessary step to overcome and push through— that he wouldn’t be the last. it weighed you down, day by day, a heavy cloud that wouldn’t let up. one particular bad timed comment brought tears to eyes and shame to your entire being.

thankfully, as time would come to show, katsuki tended to nose into your dilemmas.

the day prior to the abrupt end of your harassment you’d been tripped up by a villian and had fallen a sizeable distance into a pitiful excuse of pond. of course, omori had taken this as an open invitation to mock you and then offer you his shitty hero costume cloak— not without hinting at you returning the favor ‘somehow’. yeah right. you had stomped off, unaware of katsuki’s presence nearby. come next day, omori avoided you like the plague and katsuki not so subtly stuck to your side like an unwilling chowchow— all growly and temperamental. but his constant presence rubbed his scent off on you. despite his less than chummy attitude, you weren’t mad; katsuki smelled like cinnamon spice and whiskey with hints of burnt caramel— absolutely overpowering yet decadent all the same.

you tried not to think about just how much you enjoyed his smell. your omega was purring about it.

the omori incident was the beginning of katsuki’s subtle hovering. though you pried the truth of his involvement in omori leaving you alone after offhandedly bringing it up to mina and jirou one day, katsuki helped you out of situations as invasively as possible time and time again. by the end of third year it was no secret to you of your classmates teasing of your relationship with katsuki; an amiable and prideful omega and the irritable powerhouse of an alpha. you brushed it off because...well you didn’t know why, but katsuki’s seeming indifference to the teasing had you quelling every jittery happiness your inner omega expressed at the thought of katsuki being your alpha.

now, three years out of highschool and beginning to climb the ranks, katsuki was becoming testy— and for the life of you the reason couldn’t be more opaque. you both work at the same agency, and due to the nature of your quirks you spend all your time together due to their compatibility. compatibility was a bitter word for you, katsuki and yours supposed compatibility had been talked about for some time now but the sobering reality is that perhaps you two were simply good friends— and now sharing your omegas endearment for the explosive alpha had reared its ugly head.

your heat was a week away and already you felt the familiar fatigue begin to lap at you alongside general moodiness. all that coupled with the annoying need to be around katsuki was maddening and sprinkling his own extra grouchy attitude on top and you were ready to snap. in hindsight, that should have been your cue to take an extra week off— instead you chose to once again to champion pride instead of your intellect.

you could have stayed home this morning, you should have.

patrol had been slow, not particularly unusual but favored nonetheless. face raised to the slowly dipping sun you couldn’t help but sigh, the warmth of the late afternoon sun was heaven sent-- you could sleep standing up with much issue. it remided you katsuki, strangely enough though most things did recently.

the sound of screaming and rushing feet shook you from your drowsy stupor. Set on alert, you spied the source of the sudden discordance and found several villains causing a commotion. quickly calling for backup for you before finding yourself facing a hulking mass of green charging you head on. tranquility gone, it was time to fight.

the ache in your body could not be more apparent but your humiliation ran more rampant in your system than any ache or pain could, your fatigue more than present as your body hummed with warmth. leave it to you to get stuck face down and ass up amongst the trashed ruins of what was an office building, weighed down between a broken desk and a collapsed bookshelf. the villain you had engaged with, some self-named idiot calling himself cruel croc, packed a punch and your bruised body and rendered office floor were a testament to that. of course, you’d done quite the bit of damage to him yourself before the entire floor collapsed underneath you both— rendering the meathead unconscious under a rather hefty pile of concrete and debris whereas you were pinned and to utterly weak to do much.

the thrum of your heat was beginning its path of vengeance through your body, feeling too pliant to get yourself out of what was otherwise easy to fix problem. you were feeling it, bad. the heat of your clothed cunt was beginning to become too apparent, unconsciously squeezing your thighs to provide relief to no avail. no, this could not be happening right now of all times. but as much as your inner monologue fought to try and will away your heat, the warmth was becoming too much and sudden breeze of wind had you trembling and whining. the feel of slick beginning to wet your hero costumes spandex set your hazing thoughts into sudden panic, if cruel croc woke up or if another villain came across you would they be above...the thought alone could’ve made you puke. flashbacks to second year had you bucking wildly for freedom, you wouldn’t let anyone have the opportunity for—

“ OI! Shitty ‘mega were are you? Are you—“

you stilled, biting hard to keep your mouth shut. your omega was whimpering, desperate for the alpha, HER alpha to relieve her from her heat. on a normal day she could melt into his scent, but right now? she could drown in it and die happy. with his scent getting stronger the closer katsuki clambered toward you, the more the head haze grew-- the slicker your thighs became. the whimper you let loose was pitiful, the need for some sort of stimulation to your cunt becoming near painful the longer you remained so close yet so far from katsuki. the pathetic little “alpha” you whined as you heard him quickly approach from behind would’ve been utterly embarrassing to you in any other situation.

but if you could have turned to see katsuki, you would’ve been met with the look of an unmistakably feral alpha-- pupils dilated to hell, fingernails blackened, and canines elongated and sharpened. but what you lacked in sight, you could hear and smell.

katsuki was the definition of an alpha as is, but the way he was pushing his scent out was like a big red sign that screamed ‘DANGER’. To you, it had you feeling utterly submissive-- if you weren’t already face down and ass up you certainly would’ve moved into position. practically salivating at the thought of what katsuki could do--

the heated palm on the globe of your ass is thought pausing, the sudden heated touch coaxing a sugary sweet moan from deep in your throat-- the small touch quickly turning to rough palming at your moaning. tt feels so good, but you want more. need more.

“Please, need more Alpha” it's breathy and whiny, something you're far from day to day but it feels too natural escaping you. mewling at the ghost of a touch over your clothed cunt, your blubbering when it presses harder-- escalating you to tears of frustration when it ceases. practically feeling katsuki’s harsh breathing near your cunt you begin to wiggle and wail with all manner of unrestrained vigor; chanting alpha and katsuki like a prayer and begging for relief like a sinner for forgiveness. it’s working, you know it is, if katsuki’s breathing is anything to go by but he refuses any further touching. you want katsuki everyday, but right now you need him.

“Only want you Katsuki, please it’s only been you,” you hiccup your words through a shrill plea, but the tearing of your soaked spandex sends an excited chill down your spine. your legs tremble with excitement when katsuki grips the tops of your thighs and spreads them-- revealing your drooling cunt. it’s both too much and not enough all at once and you wiggle once more, yelping from a smack to your left ass cheek. it’s not particularly painful, not even as katsuki rubs over it right after the hit, but it quells your wiggling nonetheless. you open your mouth to urge him on but he beats you to it.

“No one else, you got that ‘mega? No one gets to see you like this, no gets to touch you like this-- your mine,” he punctuates his declaration with two of his deliciously thick fingers in your cunt and you squeal, “ you got that? I’m your alpha, always have been always will be.” nodding despite yourself, you struggle for words with his fingers pumping in and out alongside the ghost of pressure on your clit “Yes! Yes, I’m yours Katsuki!” you babble your words already teetering on the precipice of your first orgasm. it takes a pickup in pace and a rough rub along your clit and your wailing, slick streaming down your thighs as your first orgasm crashes into you.

despite the pleasant haze in your head, you faintly hear zippers being undone and the shuffling of clothes. licking your lips, you perk your ass up as much as the heavy bookcase allows, purring in excitement like a spoiled cat. The rough grab of your hips leaves you gasping, feeling the length of katsukis dick along your thigh-- long and heavy. you're salivating as he lines himself up with your weeping cunt, ramming his entire length in you with little regard. stars shoot across your vision and your ears deafen, crying out at being so full. it feels wonderful being stuffed this full and you babble it to katsuki. if you could see him, you would see just how prideful and smug he looked-- only he can take care of you like this, none of the other shitty alphas can take care of you this well.

katsuki sets a rough pace, drawing himself out slowly like he’s aiming for you to feel every vein of his dick before slamming back into you. your poor cunt clenches sporadically, drawing groans and growls from your alpha and all you can do is choke on broken moans because the way he feels churning your insides is downright sinful. you felt a band begin to tighten in your belly, your broken moans evolving into babbling-- how good katsuki was making you feel and how he was the only one who made you feel this good. it spurred him onward, fucking into you with more vigor alongside groans of your names and his own praise for you. “Good fuckin ‘mega”, “Takin’ me so well”, and “My perfect little mate” were some of the praise you could catch and had you preening. All of it combined you felt the band tighten and you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing out. feeling the base of Katsuki’s length begin to swell, you could only salivate at the thought of being knotted.

“Want your knot Katsuki! Alpha I need it”

at your blubbering demand, katsuki faltered in pace for only a moment before a deep mix of a groan and growl ripped from his throat. grabbing and bending your leg upwards he fucked deeper and faster into your battered cunt, the new angle sending you hurtling into your orgasm. eyes rolled back and tongue, you felt utterly boneless-- momentarily brain dead before screaming out at Katsuki knotting you, his own groan of pleasure mixing with yours as he filled you impossibly full with his seed.

trembling underneath him, you were only a fraction aware of movement above you before the weight of the bookcase vanished from you. weakly you glance back up at your alpha. your surprised to see just how feral he looks, no doubt you’ve pushed him into his rut. whimpering as he moves down upon you, he nibbles and kisses along your jaw and neck before biting down on you scent gland. a flash a white hot pain curtailed by just as intense pleasure wracks your wrecked body but the dopy look of happiness pulls a low purr from katsuki.

you wanna say something, anything, but your too exhausted and as katsuki knot subsides you let another weak whimper as he removes himself-- feeling his seed spill from your battered cunt. he pulls a quiet moan from you as he gathers some of it a pushes back in-- and a glance at his smug face lets you know that he’s decidedly not done with you yet.

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theskzvibe · 3 years

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MIXED UP JAKE SIM

CHAPTER 1

you dragged your feet throughout the halls and towards your locker, one cup of coffee this morning was not enough to keep you going. as you opened your locker, someone tapped your shoulder. “y/n!!” your best friend sunoo smiled at you, instantly energizing you. “hey bestie” you smiled back at him while you put your books in your locker and shut it closed. “what happened to you? you look like the walking dead.” Sunoo said making you scoff. “I was up late last night, I practiced for the dance team tryouts after school, and then I practically pulled an all nighter on homework and essays.” you grumbled. “you’re a really good dancer I don't understand why you are still practicing. was Giselle with you?” sunoo asked while you two both walked to your first class, and you nodded. “speaking of the devil” sunoo laughs as a very tired Giselle slowly walks up to you both. “hey zombie girl” sunos smirks at Giselle while she hits his arm. “I am tired. “sunoo don't forget that picture I have of you with ramen up your nose.” Giselle raises her eyebrows. “my dear best friend is threatening to blackmail me right now?” “yes but I don't have the energy to keep going.” Giselle says while yawning. Suddenly Giselles eyes widen and she straightens up. “what just woke you up?” Sunoo said while looking behind him. There they were, the soccer team; Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jake, Jay, Niki. “gross Giselle stop drooling over Heeseung, and grow some balls and ask him out.” sunoo rolls his eyes. “what would I even say to him, he doesn’t even know me.” Giselle whines. “why don't you ask your little brother to set you two up?” you ask. “NO! I can never tell Niki about my crush on his soccer captain. He will never stop making fun of me, I can see it already.” “well maybe y/n will grow some balls to ask out ‘pineapple’ and then you guys can double date.” Sunoo laughs. “SHHHH hes right there!” you whisper yell. “Y/n I literally said his codename you made for him when we were in middle school. plus hes busy talking to Jake.” Sunoo rolls his eyes. “wait y/n it would be so cute if you went out with Sunghoon and I went out with Heeseung and we double dated!” Giselle gushed. “SHHHHH Giselle!! please say pineapple. I’d be screwed if he found out I liked him.” you worried. “ugh fine, but code names are cringey, like why pineapple? he reminds me more of an apple to be honest.” Giselle says while starring at him. “Don’t stare directly at him! he’ll know we are talking about him” you say. “talking about who?” someone asks right behind Giselles shoulder making all of you jump. “NIKI YOU LITTLE BITCH! DONT EVER SCARE ME AGAIN” Giselle yells at her brother while he just laughs. “why are you guys drooling over my teammates? its gross.” niki makes a disgusted face. “y/n has been hopelessly in love with sunghoon for 4 years now, and she hasn't made a move yet.” sunoo bluntly says. Niki gasps and covers up his mouth, “noway” he starts laughing. “Sunoo! why would you tell him?! Niki please don't say anything.” you plead. “I won’t tell him, but you should make a move fast, ever since he had that growth spurt, more girls are hitting on him by the day.” niki states. “but he grew like last year, and girls have always been over him” you argue. “damn girl you study him or something?” niki says, making sunoo laugh. “in fact she does.” sunoo states. “sunoo we should set them up.” niki says out of nowhere. “that's not like you Niki, what's the condition?” Giselle asks. “well you guys are trying out for the dance team, and that hot girl Yuna is on the team...” niki pleads with his eyes. “NO WAY YOU LIKE YUNA?” Giselle screams, and as a reflex niki covers her mouth. Giselle smacks his hand off her mouth, “she's too nice for you but whatever, deal.” Niki smiles in satisfaction. “okay after school today you guys should come to soccer practice to watch, after practice you guys come up to me and it could be a good excuse for you guys to talk to them” Niki schemes. “good idea, niki we can text about our y/n & sunghoon plan ideas” sunoo says while already starting a to do list on his phone. “you guys are something else.” Giselle says while rolling her eyes at her brother and best friend. “Okay we got physics class to get to, bye bestie! bye stinky!” Giselle says to the boys while linking arms with you, and turning in the direction of your classroom. “watch what you call me! I’m helping you and your hopeless romantic best friend out?” Niki yells back at you two. you two laugh all the way to your classroom. “oh hey y/n! Giselle!” Jake sim greets you both with a smile at your shared classrooms door. “hey Jake!” you say in return, as he holds the door for you and lets you enter the room first. you mutter a quiet “thank you” and head towards your desk. you have been friends with Jake since preschool, your mothers were and still friends, making you two friendly. you two used to be close in preschool, but as you guys got older, you drifted and things became a bit more awkward. the extent of your conversations were just hellos, and jakes occurring morning niceness when he holds the door for you. sometimes you guys discuss work in class or quietly joke when your teacher is making no sense again. you sat down at your seat, with Giselle who always sits next to you, and Jake who decided to sit behind you, and following him was his best friend sunghoon.

as your teacher started with the lesson, everything was good, but then with the equations, you suddenly got lost. “oh my god.” Giselle practically smacked her head on the lab desk. “what happened?” you whispered. she showed you her phone that presented a text from her brother Niki. “he’s making me do errands for him because of the deal” she groaned. “oh no im sorry g” you rubbed her back. “what does he want?” you asked. “he wants hot coco from the cafeteria. its fine this class is boring anyways, ill be right back.” and Giselle took the bathroom pass and left.

The teacher left you guys to work with your partners but you physically groaned out of confusion, and not having a partner because Giselle was being used by her brother. “what?” you whisper to yourself. Jake with his super hearing must have heard you because he called your name making you turn around. you make eye contact with Jake and then look next to him and see sunghoon, making your heart rate instantly increase. your cheeks reddened and you looked back at Jake, “yeah?” you asked. “I was wondering since you don't have anyone to work with right now, if you wanted to work with us?” he shyly smiled. you sighed out of relief, “honestly yes please because I am so confused right now.” you laughed. “yeah mr.kim doesn't even teach, the only reason why i’m passing is because Jake gives me his notes. he’s a science whiz.” sunghoon jokes, making Jake shy. “yeah I always remember Jake was always the smartest in our class, even in preschool” you laughed, making Jake blush harder. Jake clears his throat and looks up at you “well tomorrow night we are going to the library to work on physics, if you want to join us?” Jake asks. “that would be really helpful Jake, thank you.” you smile again and turn around as you see Giselle walking back in. “hey” you greet her while she sits down. “why is my little brother the literal devil reincarnated?” she says making you laugh.

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 3 years

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Heya, could I ask for the ikevamp boys finding mc passed out at the table surrounded by work? Uni's been killing me lately. If all of them is too much then just Leonardo, Jean, Comte, Theo and Mozart? Thanks x

I cried five times while making this.

Dear Anon! Thanks sooo mush for the request. 😘I’m sorry for taking this looooong I also have a shit ton of work but HERE IT IS. I hope things get better for you and good luck!😘❤️❤️ I added a different type of uni to each of the guys just to make it interesting. @nad-zeta your daily dose of Theo. XD. Love you. Hope you enjoy! Ok here we go!

Ikevamp boys x an overworked mc

Leonardo

he just woke up from one of his naps and he decided he’s going to have a snack most probably mc

as he’s walking towards kitchen he spots you sleeping on one of the tables in the library surrounded by a huge pile of books, pens and papers

now he knew that you refused to give up on the uni you where going to when you came here but he’s still a bit surprised

he walks up to you and takes a peek at what you are studying

architecture

more specifically some designs he came up with

*eyes emoji*

after the initial shock of finding out you where studying his work he smiles and picks you up and caries you to your bed

from that moment on he will always help you with whatever you are studying and always makes sure you take breaks

Comte

he was walking around socializing with the residents when he stumbled upon you snoozing on the dining table buried in a mountain of book

ha was aware of your studies and offered to let you off work completely

but you insisted on dedicating 4 days a week on housework

however this meant you had to study like crazy

when he saw you there he already knew what’s wrong

he panicked internally but calmly walked to your side

he didn’t insist one knowing what exactly you where studying but this was so convenient he just had to take a look

finance studies

well damn

finds it very amazing that you manege to work and study that at the same time

sighs and carefully picks you up and takes you to bed

after that he makes sure you get enough rest in between study sessions

he will spoil you a bit more and offer to help with your studies

Jean

ok so we know poor baby can’t read

he doesn’t get why you are so passionate about your university

what did you call your studies? Linguistics? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

he has no idea what you are talking about but he loves you and loves that you have a passion

when he sees you passed out in your room in a very uncomfortable position surrounded by books...

...panic

oh wait no panic you probably just fell asleep ‘cause you where tiered

wait tiered?

panic

he will pick you up and take you to your room, makes sure you are tucked it

from that moment on he will make sure you get enough rest

Isaac

precious little bean

on one hand he understands why you are so passionate about your studies on the other he is worried

one time you where working late into the night and he asked you to stop and you brought up the argument that he does the same

so he decided not to stop you

however when he finds you passed out in the gazebo...

nope.

he is panicked and scared and angry at himself for not realizing sooner

he hurries to your side when one of your books catches his eye

you are studying quantum physics?

say what?

ok he now has a whole lot of respect for you

he will gently shake you awake

“ Mmmhmm...I did my essay” “Y/N it’s me, wake up”

you immediately wake up

“ Don’t ever do that again. You scared me.”

Now you guys study together so cute

Napoleon

UMMMMMM boy

if he saw you just hanging off a table passed out he will have a heart attack

then he will realize that you are just sleeping and you are not dead so he will calm down a bit

he can’t resist the urge to take a look at what you are studying either

politics

interesting.

so you want a politics degree

what you will do with it he has no idea. After all you are in a different time period, but he thinks it’s good to have a goal

what he doesn’t think is good is over working your self

“nunuche wake up” “noooooooooo I won’t wake up unless you do what I do to wake you up”

so he will kiss you and you agree to wake up how adorable i think i’m going to cry over my own work damn I’m weird

If he ever see you looking even a little tiered he will steal you away and you will cuddle

Arthotthur

Heart attack nr.2

oh no wait my bird is just sleeping

he’s not happy

ok let me rephrase that

he’s happy that you are happy but he’s not ok with the fact that you have overworked yourself and on top of that he’s beating himself up for not noticing earlier

he’s debating whether you’d be more pissed if he carried you to your room* or if he woke you up when something catches his attentive eye

you where studying to get a bachelor's degree in English whaaaaaat!

will go through your notes and

when he finds out you want to become a writer.....

Omg fanboy mode: activate

“ I didn’t know I had such an effect on you Luv”

you: say wut? Arthur I became writer because I wanted to

Now you two run around n the corridors smiling like dorks and narrating random events when your free and he writes next to you when you study ( to keep and eye on you. He loves you so much)

* if that doesn’t apply to you I’m sorry. I try to write from another persons prospective, but a lot of my writing is based of my reactions to a situation or my personality. In this case I’d be pissed if he left my stuff there or went into my room ( it’s my sanctuary ok my disaster). And waking me up oh no bitch run. But on a serious note don’t be mad if it doesn’t fit your description, and if it didn’t and you want me to change something feel free to let me know. Ok next victim:

Theo

to say he’s pissed is an understatement

he’s pissed at you for taking it to far but he’s pissed at himself a lot little more for not noticing sooner

like his bff he’ll also be contemplating taking you to bed rather then yelling you awake like witch one will end up in a bigger slap

then he notices what you are studying

art

when you are done with this you are literally going to get an art degree

Theo ex. has stopped working

he is getting emotional on the inside

will gently take you to bed and tuck you in

he’ll pat your head “ Creative Hondjie”. He has such a gentle smile on his face god I can picture it I’m crying

from then on when you have a project he will help criticize you and he will help you progress with your art

will be keeping an eye on you 25/7 yes 25 this guy will create a time loop if it meant that you had more time to do the things you love (ahem Theo) xd no

all in all he will be just a little softer with you, but only you. And will also deny it if somebody points it out

Vincent

Let’s all just sit down, take a moment and appreciate Vincent

He will see you passed out and he will PANIC

he will rush up to you and make sure you are ok

also waking you up in the process

he will ask what you are studying

“sooo you want to become a chef”

Pffffffff we all know poor baby is parallel with cooking

like he will burn water

is super supportive tho gee who would have thought

this boy is an angel and will help you cook

Jesus I hope Comte has fire insurance

you have a lot of fun with him and he will actually end up learning a few things form you.

will make sure you never overwork yourself again

Dazai

this dork almost stepped on you

you had passed out under you window , ‘cause you had been studying on the floor

and this guy came waltzing in through the window

“Toshiko-san? Toshikooooo shit”

*cricket sounds* yup

he will squat down next to you and poke your cheek

“ what are you doing on the floor?” you: “what are you doing in my room?”

OOOOH GOT ‘EM

you two of you will laugh about it and he will ask you what you are studying

you proudly shove your text book under his nose

“ well well Toshiko-san want’s to take care of small animals?”

you: Yes, like Isaac

he’s not really fazed by you falling asleep but will make sure you don’t overwork and if he sees you getting tired he will crack a few terrible jokes to lighten your mood and then he will proceed to steel you away

Mozart

ok now clean freak here is going to be worried

not panicked just worried

uhum Wolf you keep telling yourself that

you where studying in the music room while Wolf was playing

suddenly he heard a thump

he stopped and looked around only to find you passed out on the table

seems like the all-nighter combined with the music led you to fall asleep

he’s frozen for a hot second until he realizes you are just sleeping

he will slowly walk up to you and poke you with a broom ‘cause he doesn’t want to touch you

Jkjk

he will go up to you and gently attempt to shake you awake when he notices what your studying

you where studying music

“Marry me?”

he will wake you up and question you about it

from that moment on he actually helps you a little when you don’t get something and you study in the music room at all times because” it’s noisy outside”

we know you just care about her Mozart

Sebastian

he flicks your forehead

that’s it. Thant’s the canon

no I’m kidding he knows how much you study and is worried about you even before you pass out

and when you do that’s it

he scoops you up and takes you to your bed

he only flicks your forehead when you wake up

yeah you get an ear full from him

he asks what you are studying and tell him you want a degree in history

ok suddenly he’s not mad at you

from that moment on he always makes sure you are not over working

he actually shows you his notebook and you find it fascinating

now you both collectively stalk the residents

William

y’all aren’t ready for this

when he sees you passed out in the garden he’s ready to pull out a gun and kill anyone and everyone who dared harm you

then he realizes you’re actually sleeping and he calms down a bit ( he’ll keep the gun tho shhhhh don’t tell Comte)

he will gently pat your hair and just look at you

when you wake up he will ask you what you are studying

you are a complete blushing mess when you tell him you want to become an actress

he’s shooketh and also really happy at the same time

now he takes you with him to the theater and he gives you a role to play and he watches while you practice

he’s also super attentive and will never let you overwork yourself again

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe everyone! 😘😘😘

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ga-yuu · 3 years

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~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 2~

Chapter 1

-----Part 1-----

Kurama: “Don’t you dare interrupt me!.”

As I opened my eyes in despair, I heard a voice above me, which was the most sullen voice I’ve ever heard.

Demon: “Gyaaaaa!”

Yoshino: “Nghh.....”

The invisible wind blades sliced the limbs of the demon brutally.

The demon collapsed struggled violently on the ground in a black mass.

Kurama: “Crushed like a bug.”

(Why.)

I looked back, ducking my eyes against the strong wind blowing. Kurama pulls a fan from his waist and gives it a big flash.

Kurama: “I won’t allow a fly like you to interrupt me, so be ready for what’s coming to you.”

Demon: "Aaarghh.....forgive.....me....."

Kurama: "Ohh, how do you want me to forgive you?"

Looking at the demon with red eyes full of contempt, Kurama exhales in a world of boredom.

Yoshino: "Be careful!"

The fallen arm emerged struggling like a living thing.

It tries to attach the rest of it's body one by one, when----

Kurama: "It's no use, if the spell wounds the soul so deeply, no amount of regeneration will catch up."

True to his word, the arm fizzled out in front of us, never to return to its original state.

(What an overwhelming power....)

Kurama: "Apparently, there's nothing to look forward to."

He tells the limbless demon coldly, and Kurama lifts his fan once more.

Kurama: "Good. Now fly away...."

The wind, which rolls with the dust, becomes a weapon and attacks the limbless demon.

In an instant, the body was chopped into pieces and unable to regenerate in time, disappeared from the ground one by one.

Kurama: "............."

Kurama looked at it with no emotion whatsoever.

Yoshino: "Umm....thank you for helping me."

Kurama looks at me as I try to talk to him, forcing my tongue, which is tense, to move.

Kurama: "Don't get me wrong. I have not the slightest reason to help you."

Yoshino: "Then why?"

Kurama: "I told you so. That bug was interrupting me and it made me uncomfortable. One after another, something keeps spoiling my bath time."

(That's why....?)

(I was saved, but I wonder if there was any hesitation for Kurama to take the life of the same demon.)

Kurama: "Yeah, but there were some good things too."

Yoshino: "Good things?"

His fingertips touched his black hair, which was now completely dry, and the corners of his lips lifted happily.

Kurama: "All dry."

(Hmmm......I'm sure you're very different from us.)

(He took life as naturally as if it were the blink of an eye, without any effort or hesitation whatsoever.)

Kurama: "So, why are you not killing me?"

-----Part 2-----

Kurama: "So, why are you not killing me?"

Yoshino: "Eh?"

Kurama: "You should have used the powers you received from Tamamo."

(That's...)

Yoshino: "I only got my powers a few days ago. And I was so self-conscious at the time...."

(I believed that demons were an imaginary entity, and now I'm suddenly fighting it.)

Kurama: "It's not worth talking about. No matter how much power you have in your hands, if you are weak in spirit you will not be able to use it."

Yoshino: "I am....."

A moment later, a large hand reached out to me.

(........!)

He scoops up my chin with his fingertips and looks directly into my eyes.

Kurama: "It's just an insignificant light of life."

Whispering in a low voice, Kurama slid his fingers from his chin to my throat.

Yoshino: "Sto...p...."

Kurama: "I see you've learned your lesson once and for all."

I can't even argue with the mocking sound of it.

Meanwhile, his fingers slowly traced the way down my throat....

(Ah)

It stopped when it touched the center of my trembling chest.

Kurama: "Are you afraid to die? Little puss."

(Is he going to----)

The cold rises in my throat and I forgot to blink in fear.

Kurama: "Then, don't ever come near me again."

I looked up at Kurama in dismay as he easily pulled himself away from me.

Yoshino: ".....Don't want to kill me?"

Kurama: "It doesn't matter to me, whether humans live or die. I don't like the idea of being bound to the most vulnerable and mediocre creatures. If you want to die, you can drown yourself in the river over there."

Yoshino: "I'm not planning to die!"

I hurriedly distanced myself, trying to get my confused head back together.

Yoshino: "But I thought the rebels would see me as an enemy, you know since I have the fox powers and all."

Kurama: "The news that you have accepted the protection of the Shogunate has already reached Yoshitsune. And you’ll enter the battlefield even though you’re unworthy of it, so for sure you will be hunted. But....this time Benkei said, "Don't go there and start a war, get it?" and that's why I didn't create a scene."

(Oh I see....)

(But whatever the reason, it's true that Kurama saved my life this time.)

When I looked at Kurama with mixed feelings, when....

Morinaga: "Heyyy, Yoshino!"

Kurama: "......."

(That voice, is it Morinaga-san?)

Shigehira: "She must not have gone that far, right?"

(Shigehira-san is with him too!)

Kurama: "People from Shogunate."

-----Part 3-----

Kurama: "People from Shogunate."

Yoshino: "....! Quick, come over here."

I quickly hide him and myself behind the trunk of a large tree.

Kurama: "What are you doing?"

Yoshino: "Just...come over here."

In a hushed voice, I tugged Kurama's exposed arm and pulled him closer.

Kurama: "Hey, little puss!"

Yoshino: "Shhhhh....."

(.....Scary)

My legs were shaking like crazy, even though I'm the one who approached.

(What am I even doing? But....)

I keep my body close to the tree and watched them.

Shigehira: "Tamamo-san is not bullshitting me, right? He said Yoshino-san went to the mountains to pick herbs in the morning."

Morinaga: "Well, she was not in her room, so it must be true. And I can understand that you’re worried, because it's already late."

Shigehira: ".....I'm not."

Shigehira-san murmured in response to Morinaga-san's calm voice.

Shigehira: "If Tamamo hadn't been summoned by Yoritomo-sama, I wouldn’t have come instead of him."

(Tamamo asked them to pick me up.)

(But this is good. They will pass by without noticing us.)

Kurama: "What, no Tamamo?"

Yoshino: "Please, suppress your voice, or they'll find us."

Kurama: "!"

Kurama's eyebrows furrowed as I covered his mouth with my hand as he continued to speak.

(Not good, I think he's mad...)

Kurama: "............"

(Waahhh.....)

Just when I was frightened, a hot, soft tongue suddenly crawled across my palm.

Yoshino(blushing): "Mm......"

The next bite on my fingertips made my shoulders shake.

Yoshino: "What are you...."

Kurama: "That's my line. Don't give me orders."

The reluctantly lit heat is struck by the cool sound of the voice and drains away.

Yoshino: "Because if you don't hide properly, they will attack you."

Kurama: "I wish they would...."

Yoshino: "Eh?"

I looked up at Kurama in amazement as he told me the obvious.

Kurama: "I have heard that Morinaga is called a ‘Fierce general’. Shigehira, too, was once praised by Yoshitsune. There will be some bones to pick."

Yoshino: "You said you were not going to create a scene in Kamakura, right......?"

Kurama: "It depends. If I want to, I can."

(You’re so...)

Kurama: "Anyways, what the hell are you doing? What are you trying to do by hiding me from your allies?"

A suspicious look pierces my face and I shrug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1. There is a big reason...

2. I don't think you understand...(+4/+4)

3. I don't know what I was doing....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoshino: "....I don't think you'll understand, even if I say it."

Kurama: "I have no intention in understanding your heart. Just give me facts."

I gulped and murmured

Yoshino: "My body just went into action. I don't want you to be in danger in front of me after you've helped me for whatever reason."

(I think I'm being a bit sweet here.)

Kurama: "......"

After listening to what I had to say, Kurama's eyes flickered.

Kurama: "I don't understand you." (This line is going to be throughout this route.)

(Ah, for the first time I think I might have seen some human-like emotions in Kurama.)

My eyes widen in surprise, but my thoughts are soon interrupted.

Morinaga: "Did you hear someone's voice?"

Shigehira: "Huh, are you sure? Where?"

(What should I do....they're coming this way.)

Kurama: "How annoying."

Yoshino: "Huh?"

Annoyingly, Kurama grabbed me by the collar and then----

(No way!?)

He easily puts me over his shoulder and the next thing I know is I was floating.

When I realized that I was flying on Kurama, I held back my squeal.

Soon the ground was distancing itself from us.

(......So fast!!)

Yoshino: "Ku-Ku....rama...san...!"

Kurama: "Don't add any more honorifics to my name."

------Part 4------

Yoshino: "Ku-Ku....rama...san...!"

Kurama: "Don't add any more honorifics to my name."

(What are you talking about at such time!?)

Desperately, I tried to answer back.

Yoshino: “...Does that mean I can call you by your first name?”

Kurama: “No matter what you call me, no matter how you talk to me, it’s clear that you and I are not equals. It’s so annoying to address each others with titles.”

Yoshino: “Mm...I understand, Kurama.”

(I don’t want to be killed for being annoying, and I’m scared, but if he doesn’t mind, then that’s fine.)

Kurama: “What’s wrong, puss.”

Yoshino: “Why are we flying....”

Kurama: “Were you dreaming? You were the one who wanted them to not find us.”

(That’s right!)

Yoshino: “Why did I do that....”

Kurama: “This is just to make up being distracted by your ramblings.”

It was difficult to understand the absurdity of his actions even when they are explained.

Meanwhile, the wind is whistling in our ears and the scenery is changing in the blink of an eye.

(What’s going to happen to me?)

Kurama: “If you make noise, I’ll drop you.”

The wind blew the tears from my face.

(....I want to cry because I feel helpless.)

(Kurama doesn’t seem to be planning to kill me for the moment, so I believe him.)

As I look ahead----

Yoshino: “Ah.....”

The breathtaking blue sky feels much closer than it does on the ground.

(I’m going to get sucked in.)

Below, the mountain peaks have a bluish hue, the trees are bathed in the light and greenery spreads out.

Further on, I could see the sea.

Yoshino: “----Fascinating.”

Kurama: “......!”

(Is that the center of Kamakura?)

The roofs of the houses are small, and if you look closely, you can see a whitish road leading down to the sea.

Yoshino: “Kamakura looks small, when viewed from this height.”

So many houses in a small town carved out of a large natural area.

(It’s amazing to think that there are people living in that one.)

Kurama: “Hey.”

(Oh dear, did I get carried away and make too much noise?)

I noticed Kurama’s raised eyebrows and the blood rushed to my face.

Yoshino(blushing): “I’m sorry...it was beautiful view and....”

Kurama: “Why are you suddenly stretching out when you used to shrink back a moment ago? Are you not scared anymore?” (For those who don’t know, Yoshino’s behavior changes in seconds. She’s quite unpredictable and male leads finds it fascinating how many expressions she shows in one minute.)

------Part 5------

Kurama: “Are you not scared anymore?”

(It doesn’t look like he’s angry...)

I take a short breath and then carefully search for an answer to his question.

Yoshino: “Because, if you think about it, I’ve never flown before... I couldn’t imagine how different it would be unlike what you see from the ground. But you.....Kurama, you always see such beautiful scenery.”

Kurama: “......”

(Selfish, unreasonable. Exactly like Tamamo described...)

(But maybe it’s because you see this every day, might be the reason why you’re not excited as I am.)

And it is because Kurama is such a strong demon that he is able to hold me like this.

Yoshino: “I’m jealous, you know.”

Kurama: “.....I don’t understand you.”

Kurama murmurs in a low voice and stares deep into my eyes.

Kurama: “Is this height of the sky so fresh? For me, it’s something I’ve seen a thousand times, no, tens thousands of times over the past 300 years.”

Yoshino: “....! That’s long!”

Kurama: “It’s not like the fragile life of a human being.”

(Oh, I see.)

Yoshino: “That’s why.”

Kurama: “What wrong?”

I continued softly, feeling strangely at ease.

Yoshino: “A human’s life is short and there is little he can do. I think that’s why I’m so moved by each experience. I’m sure this is the first and last time I’ll fly in my life. It would be a shame to be afraid.”

Kurama: “You....”

Yoshino: “Eh?”

He was about to say something when Kurama interrupted, looking unhappy.

Kurama: “I’m tired. We’re landing.”

(Yikes!!)

With the declaration, the body that was being held by Kurama....

(I’m about to fall!)

As I was clinging on to him, I heard Kurama laughing in my ear as if he was making fun of me.

The fall stops with a slight jolt.

(Not on......the ground.)

I was lowered into the branch of a large overhanging tree.

Yoshino: “Ha..... I thought I was going to die.”

Kurama: “It’s called once-in-a-life time experience, like you said. Rejoice, that you have died in an extraordinary way.”

Yoshino: “I wouldn’t be happy if I die because I wouldn’t be able to experience anything else....”

I’m having trouble saying it back, but I feel something blowing up inside me.

(Something’s strange.)

(Maybe the various experiences have been so intense that the fear has gone.)

Yoshino: “I’ve made, Morinaga-san and Shigehira-san worry.”

Kurama: “Well, sit here and count the number of leaves on this tree to kill time. They will eventually give up and go down the mountain. Those who crawl on the ground do not know how to look up.”

(So that means, I and Kurama will be alone for a while.)

Yoshino: “Um, can I ask you a question? Why do you want to fight Tamamo so badly?”

Kurama: “Because he’s strong. Do you need any other reason?”

I thought he would ignore my question, but he answered back.

Kurama: “Only the excitement of fighting the strong will satisfy my thirst.”

Yoshino: “But if you fight, you might hurt yourself.”

Kurama: “So what? If I lose my life, I have no regrets. The moment you start to think that you’ll hurt yourself, you’re already weak.”

(....So that’s you’re principles.)

I will eventually have to fight this demon who lives by unknown principles.

(For that reason, I have to understand Kurama as much as possible.)

Yoshino: “So you signed up with Yoshitsune to take part in the war because you want excitement?”

Kurama: “I’m not interested in the warfare. I only help those I find interesting.”

Chapter 3

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yungidreamer · 4 years

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Pampered

Summary: Finals are finally over and its time to relax a little before heading home, but not everyone really has a home to go to.

Word count: 2k

Content warnings: none, this is basically a little hit of domestic fluff

Finals time passed like a flash. On Monday morning, while Mingi prepared to go and take his test and Yunho continued to study and finish his take home tests, she took San out for a walk to get some extra food and supplies. They walked to the store close to them to get the few things that they needed, having fun in the very clear cold morning air. The storm had cleared and left a crystalline world in its wake. The sky was clear, the snow was a bright and pure white sheet that covered and softened every surface. Everything looked like a Christmas card, clean and white.

They successfully bought all the things that they needed and had a little bit of fun along the way. Fields of snow were too tempting, too perfect, to be left alone. She was the one who started it, lobbing a soft ball of snow at the back of San’s head as he walked ahead of her. When it hit him with a soft whoof sending a burst of powdery snow over his head and shoulders the battle was begun. By the time it was over and he had tackled her into a snowdrift they were both laughing, exhausted, and covered in snow. It was the most fun San had had in months.

They arrived home not long after Mingi got home from his final and his spirit was much improved by the sight of both of them entering the house looking like they were snow monsters more than people. He greeted her with laughter and kisses, cupping her cold pinkened cheeks to warm them.

“You know, I’m cold too,” San laughed.

“Of course,” Yunho broke into giggles, joining them at the door to use his large warm hands to warm San’s cheeks much like Mingi was doing with their girl, but skipping the kisses, which he wasn’t particularly sure he would have appreciated. The scene left everyone in stitches and raised the mood of the house in general. Yunho and Hong Joong returned to their studies while she, Mingi, and San spent the evening watching movies in the bedroom room to keep from distracting the others.

When Tuesday afternoon finally rolled around Yunho was finally done and Hong Joong headed back to his dorm to get ready to head home. They were all done and all free and it was time to relax and pamper themselves. Yunho felt like he had done well on his exam and started the holidays on a positive note. He came home to find that they had gotten the spa day prepared for his arrival. In the living room a calming natural soundscape was playing and the steam diffuser was filling the air with a mix of lavender and chamomile. They had drawn the curtains and lit a few candles around the room to create the mood.

“Welcome home,” Mingi greeted him with a hug and passed him a warm cup of cider. “You should hop in the shower and get clean so you can get on with your pampering.”

“Okay,” Yunho gave his cheek a kiss and took the mug from his hand. “Where is our girl?”

“She’s in the shower but she’ll be out in a minute,” Mingi smiled.

“I’m going to see if I can’t catch her,” Yunho’s eyes sparkled and he hurried back to their shared bathroom. Pulling off his outer layers as he walked down the hall, he hurried to the bathroom, catching her just as she was about to step out. With a mischievous grin, he pulled her back into the shower, insisting on washing her hair, which she had skipped, figuring she could do it before bed instead. But Yunho enjoyed taking the moment to take care of her, even if it was just a small thing.

Feeling clean and warm after their shower, they threw on some comfy clothes and headed out to join San and Mingi in the spa prepared living room. Mingi had laid out their favorite masks and beauty products on the coffee table and had put out cookies and cakes for everyone to snack on. San was seated on the couch, dressed in some comfy shorts and a t-shirt he had borrowed from Mingi. Beauty could get messy after all, Mingi had said as he gave him the clothes to change into after his shower.

“Where do I start?” San asked, grabbing a cookie and taking a bite.

“Let’s start you with a mask,” She suggested. “I have just the one I want you to try.”

“I don’t trust that smile you have,” He narrowed his eyes at her as she pulled a container off the table.

“It’s fun, I promise,” she laughed.

“Carbonated clay bubble mask,” San read off the side of the container. “What on earth?”

“Just wait,” Yunho assured him.

“Okay sit facing me so I can put it on you,” she instructed, sitting next to him. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously but did as she asked. She pulled out a tiny silicone spatula and opened the container. San peered inside at the shiny grey paste, still not sure what he thought about it. She spooned out a little on the spatula before bringing it up to his face. Over a period of a minute or two, she spread a small layer of it onto his face.

When she was done, she closed up the tub and set it back on the table, then chose one for herself and let Mingi put it on her face. The two boys took sheet masks that smelled like lovely fresh fruits. San waited and sat, letting the mask work on his face. At first it just felt cool and slick on his face, but after a few minutes it started to tickle.

“Here, look,” Mingi gave him a hand mirror to look at his face. San made a sound of surprise as he caught sight of himself. He looked like he had stuck his face in some sort of grey cloud. The slick mask had bubbled itself into something like a fluffy, airy poof.

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Yunho asked.

“It’s weird,” he commented, poking slightly at one section.

“You can wash it off in like 10 minutes,” She told him from where she had stretched out in front of the fireplace. San sighed and leaned back in the loveseat, trying not to give into the urge to just sit and pop the layer of bubbles on his face.

“Ummm, is your dad going to be home for Christmas?” She asked him.

“Not really,” San sighed. “He’ll be there for a couple of days after I get there but…”

“Then you are coming over for Christmas dinner at my parents,” she replied, more as a statement than as a question.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I don’t want to be an imposition or something. You’re supposed to be with family and...I don’t want to intrude.”

“You aren’t an imposition,” she dismissed. “I already asked at Thanksgiving. Like, if you want you can just come over and stay for the whole break with us. But you can also just come when your dad leaves.”

“I don’t know,” San sighed. “I just feel like I am going to be a bother and just because my holidays are messed up, doesn’t mean yours should be.”

“Pfft, please,” she scoffed. “Oh my God, if we adopt you, I wouldn’t have to be the oldest anymore! Yooooou can be the oldest kid and I can be a middle child!”

“Love, I don’t think that is how it works,” Yunho laughed, casting her a look that was mostly obscured by the fabric of the mask on his face.

“Shhhhh, let me have my dream,” she shushed.

“I wish I could stay at your place for Christmas,” Mingi sighed, not looking forward to spending the holiday at his own home.

“Someday we can just do our own Christmas.” She shrugged. “I’d hate to think we have to wait until we graduate or something but...yeah. Anyway, San, you are coming for Christmas.”

“I don’t know,” San sighed. “You need to ask your parents again at least. And really I would be fine at home. I can take care of myself and you guys have already been so nice to have me the past few days already. It was like Christmas even without presents. You have the tree and everything.”

“I’ll call them later so you can hear the invitation from them,” she agreed, not willing to let him just be fine over the holidays by himself. “If you really don’t want to come, I won’t make you, but like if you think you shouldn’t come because you would be a bother, then you’re being stupid and you are going to come for Christmas.”

“We’ll see,” San gave her a smile. He appreciated the invitation even if he didn’t end up going. “Maybe after Christmas, or for New Years.”

“Oh that, too,” she spoke with such confidence that he almost believed her.

***

“Hey mom,” she said, stepping out onto the back porch after San had gone to bed in Mingi’s room.

“Hey honey,” her mother said cheerily from the other end of the phone. “It’s pretty late, is everything okay?”

“Yeah yeah and we are still coming home tomorrow,” she replied quickly, not wanting her mom to worry about why she was calling. “I asked at Thanksgiving already but...is it okay if San comes and stays for Christmas?”

“Is his dad going to be gone again?” Her mother sounded appropriately annoyed by the thought.

“Yeah at least for a good part of it,” she confirmed. “Can’t we just, like, adopt him...for a while at least until his dad realizes he is an idiot?”

“Of course he can come,” her mother assured her. “He is always welcome to come over.”

“I am sure you’ve probably already bought most of my presents but…” she sighed and shivered. “Can you take some back and get a few things to put under the tree for San?”

“Oh honey,” her mother could not have been more proud of her daughter. “When you get here we can go shopping and get a few things for him. You probably know better what he might want than I would.”

“Okay, that works, thanks mom,” she was relieved, not that she ever doubted her mom would say yes. “Can you have dad call San soon and invite him. He doesn’t believe me that he has an open invite.”

“Of course, I’ll tell him now,” her mother was quick to agree. “Was there anything else you needed to talk about?”

“No, that was it,” she said easily. “I’ll call again tomorrow when we are ready to leave. Tell dad I said hi, too.”

“Okay honey,” Her mother’s smile could be heard through the phone. “Sleep well, I love you.”

“Love you, too, mom,” she said earnestly.

“Bye.”

She ended the call and headed back inside the warm house. Locking the back door, she went through the house, making sure that all the doors were locked and turning off the Christmas tree lights and the other lights in the living room and kitchen. Mingi and Yunho had already headed to the bedroom when she had waved them off, holding up her phone to silently indicate that she had a call to make.

Assured that the house was safe and shut down for the night, she headed down the dim hall she could have walked down blind at this point. As she passed Mingi’s bedroom door, she heard San’s phone ring and then heard him answer it, saying her dad’s name as he did. Though she couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, a smile spread across her face. She headed into the bedroom, deciding she didn’t need to eavesdrop, as she was pretty sure she knew what it was her father would tell him.

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bechloe-trash · 3 years

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I don’t really write but here we go.....

@unlikelysublimenightmare

‘Tis the damn season’

Beca isn’t sure if it’s all the pressure of the record label or if it’s the feeling of missing someone special.

Beca sits back in her office chair finally taking a break from the Christmas album, that Dj Kalid and Theo wanted produced by December 24th (which is finally completed). She pulls out her phone and opens Instagram, the first thing she sees is a post that Chloe just posted an hour ago. She sighs, and wonder if she’s dating the guy in the photos or if it’s a close friend. She knows she shouldn’t care or worry, but truth be told she does. She wants to be the one in that picture with her hand around Chloe’s waist.

If Beca was honest she low key hates her life right now. Having to be “dating” the most popular male artist, gets old real quick. Every magazine, paparazzi, and fan wants pictures of the “hottest celeb couple.” She hates that she can’t just be left alone in the dating scene. Like why does she “have to” have a boyfriend. Her heart belongs to one person. And that one person Is back in their home town; LA.

She says her goodbyes to everyone at the record label, on her way out. Beca looks at her phone, it’s 4:45. She starts to head to her house, but stops by the local coffee shop, to grab a cup. She makes it in the door, starting to put away her coat. She pulls her phone out to triple check her plane ticket. She texts her mom, asking if there is anything she needs to bring for the Christmas party. Then sets an alarm for 5:30am, before making dinner and settling in for the night

She can’t sleep. Maybe it’s the idea she’s excited to be able to see her family for the first time in 2 years. Or maybe it’s the anxiety, she hopes the Christmas album is a hit. Either way she can’t sleep. Tossing and turning. Right when she was finally able to get lick of sleep.... *beep* * beep* * beep* “ugh” was all she mumbled before she started to drag herself out of bed. It’s too early, but she knows it’ll be worth it.

“ All right passengers we’ve made it to L.A please grab all belongings and exit neatly .” the flight attendant announced. Beca grabbed her suit case from the over head and got off the plane. She got an uber, and told the Uber driver to drive her to the address that she gave him. *knock* knock* Beca knocked on the door before entering her mother’s house. “I’m home” Beca said as she started to head towards the stairs that leads to her childhood bedroom. “ when you get settled, come with me to the coffee shop” Danelle called to her daughter.

They walked to the coffee shop, that was only a few streets away. Luckily L.A. is still fairly warm in the winter, compared to New York. Beca and her mother walked up to the counter to order. “ I’ll have a iced vanilla latte” Danelle said to the barista. “I’ll have a -“. “She’ll have black coffee with 2 spoons of sugar” said she person behind her. Beca turned her head around to be meet with a beautiful pair of blue eyes. “Chloe!!” Beca yelled as she ran up to hug Chloe. This is the first time she’s seen Chloe in person since the USO tour. Yea, they’ve keep up with each other, they have Skyped, text,etc. But to see Chloe in person is a whole different feeling. “ why are here?” Chloe asked as she pulled back from the hug. “I’m here to visit mom, actually got the next 3 days off” “Hi, mom” Chloe said while waving to Danelle. “ Hi, Chloe nice to see you again sweetie.” Danelle said. They sat around and talked for a bit before Beca asked; “Chloe would you like to come to our Christmas party?” “I’d love to come to you’re Christmas party”

Later that night Beca and Chloe where catching up, while drinking spiked eggnog. “ so who’s that guy that’s been a couple of your Instagram post lately?” Beca casually asks “ he’s my cousin, but the real question is how you and your boyfriend?” Chloe asked with her eyebrow cocked. “ he’s actually not my boyfriend, Theo said it’ll make it “better” for my fam.” “Oh” was all that Chloe had managed to say. “Sooo... do you have a boyfriend?” Beca asked nonchalant. “Ha, does it look like I have a boyfriend, each day that passes the more gay I realize I am” Chloe said. Chloe’s eyes got big, she didn’t mean to blabber out loud, damn the spicked egg nog. “Oh ok, so I guess my second question would be do you have a girlfriend¿?” Asked puzzled as hell. She can’t tell if it’s to the egg nog or the food coma she’s in, but she feels some type of way. “No” was all Chloe said. Trying to move on from the subject; “ I have a Christmas album coming out on Christmas, and one song is definitely something else..”

“Hey it’s getting late, you don’t need to be out at this time, come crash in my bed with me, like we used to do back in our old apartment.” Beca suggested as she reached her hand out to help Chloe up off the floor. “ ooo sleep over !!” Chloe squealed “shhhhh everyone is asleep” Beca said in a strained whisper. They made their way to Beca’s bed room, once entered Beca feel face first into the bed. “ Can I borrow some pajamas?” “Mm hmm” was all Beca mumbled out. Chloe changed then told Beca to scoot over. Beca was on the bridge of falling alsleep, when Chloe asked a question. “ why don’t date someone, I mean someone real, and not a fake relationship?” “ I’ve been waiting for someone, I’ve liked this person for a good while now, but I don’t think it’ll work out so..” Beca said trying not to sound disappointed. Chloe’s heart sank, but proceeded to ask Beca why doesn’t she shoot her shot. Chloe knows it wrong to have a crush on Beca, so she just keeps to herself. “ I don’t want to ruin what I already have, and the worst that could happen would crush me” Beca said with a sigh. “ I’d say just go for it, i mean you’d never know till you try” Chloe suggests.

It’s Christmas Day,and a couple of days have pasted, and Beca can’t stop thinking about what Chloe had said about shooting her shot. She texted Chloe to come over , because she has a present for her. Beca opens the door for Chloe and just stops. This is it, now or never Mitchell. Beca looked up and Chloe’s eyes caught the sight of the mistletoe. Before Chloe could make a joke, Beca’s lips where on hers. Beca brought her hands to cup Chloe’s face. Chloe’s lips where the softest thing in the world, Beca thought to her self. They released their kiss slowly. Looked Chloe in the eyes with tears in her eyes. “Merry Christmas Chloe, I have a second present for you.” Beca quickly went under to tree to retrieve the gift. Chloe opened the gift to find a Cd. Not just any Cd, Beca’s Christmas album. “Wow” Chloe said still surprised by the kiss. “ go to song number 4 ‘Tis the damn season’ and listen and come back to me once you listen to it, and know how I felt that night of the USO tour..” Beca said as she disappeared into the other room. 4 mins later Chloe came into a the room grabbing Beca and holding her tight. “ I’m so sorry I made you feel like that. I don’t want to call you babe for the weekend, I want to call you babe till the end of time.” Chloe said before pulling Beca into a deep passionate kiss. “Merry Christmas babe” Beca said before capturing chloes lips once again.

The end !!!

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch prefect 2 #bechloe #pitch perfect 3 #taylor swift #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe oneshot #soft

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dr-stone-things · 5 years

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how about some headcanons of senku, yuzuriha, and taiju overhearing their s/o gushing about them to their friends!

*raises arms up in the air* YES PLEASE!!!! MY BABIES… also i made a thing.. (also i hope you like this bc i wrote a lot lmao) (also!! i know you asked for friends, but taiju’s kinda became… err you’ll see haha)

Senku, Yuzuriha, And Taiju With Gushing S/O HCS

I mean like, I feel like Senku didn’t have too many friends in school. I mean, we all know Senku can be a bit… rude and many of his classmates did not really like how he was a smartass. So he pretty much lived his life, his only real friends being Taiju and Yuzuriha, maybe some of the nerds from his science club as well.

When he met s/o, he was kind of surprised at how much they wanted to be with him, and how they thought he was super cool. Of course, he didn’t voice these thoughts.

So when the school sees s/o and Senku walking together all buddy-buddy, everyone’s like?? How?? Why?? Eventually, they spilt to go to class.

Senku sat down in his seat, a bit early. He dug through his bag to find his notebook when he saw the pieces of paper sticking out of it. Curiously, he took them out to see it was his s/o’s homework he helped them with.

He sighed. They had forgotten their homework, again. He quickly exited the classroom to go to s/o’s class. It was quite close, thankfully. The door was already open. He was about to enter when-

“Why do you even hang out with him, s/o?”

“With who?”

“That Ishigami boy.”

“Because he’s my boyfriend, (friend-name)!”

Silence.

“EEEEHHHHH???!!”

All of s/o’s friends jumped from their seat and crowded around their desk. “Are you serious??!”

“Well, yea! Why would I lie about-”

“Oh my God, s/o no one even likes that guy.”

“S/o, you can do so much better than him.”

“Yea, he acts like he knows so much about science but-”

“Guys! You have the wrong idea about Senku! He’s actually really kind and caring.”

Senku frowned as he peered through the door. He loved s/o, but he didn’t want to bring their reputation down by being with them… he continued to listen.

“Oh really? How is a brat like him kind and caring?”

“Senku is always there for me, even though he shows it in a roundabout way. Even though he’s not that strong if he sees me struggling to carry my books he offers to help me.”

“But-”

“Whenever I need help with my homework, Senku always gives up his free time to tutor me. He won’t leave me alone until I understand the topic. Even though he’s not too romantic, we always go watch the stars as dates. He may come off as rude sometimes, but he doesn’t mean it. That’s just his personality. When you get close to him, he really does care about you. Whenever I’m scared about an upcoming exam or something, he always reassures me that I’m going to be fine. We always conduct these crazy experiments together and-”

S/o just kept going on and on about Senku. At least 5 minutes had passed, and s/o’s friends and Senku stood there stunned.

“Oh and, there was this one time when he let me play with his hair! It was so soft and fluffy!” s/o gushed as they giggled.

Senku could feel the tips of his ears burn as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stop smiling like an idiot. The bell rung as the teacher saw him not in his class and ordered him to go before he gets detention. He didn’t even hear as he slowly walked back, still trying to get his emotions under control.

That was the first time he was ever late to science class.

“Senku, Senku!! Do you know where I put my homework??!”

It was after school, and s/o was in the clubroom frantically searching through their bag.

“Yea, you left it in my bag.”

“I did? Thank God! You’re the best Senku!” they ran up to him, placing a quick kiss to his cheek.

He tried to keep his blush under control and he nodded.

“Hey, s/o?”

“Yea??”

“Thanks for all of the things you’ve done for me.”

S/o stopped what they were doing as they looked at him with a blush. “Well, of course, it’s no problem. But where is this coming from?”

Senku cracked his neck, searching for the right words.

“S/o… what I’m trying to say is that… I love you.”

Hehe… as I’ve said for the 10 billionth time, Yuzuriha is soft babey….

I feel like Yuzuriha would be that one person everyone knows and loves because she’s so nice and kind and good and- you get the point.

You know how she’s the club leader for the Arts and Crafts club?? All of the members love her!! So I mean, they are totally willing to listen to s/o gush about Yuzuriha.

Yuzuriha had excused herself in order to get more supplies from the storeroom.

“Oh my gosh, Yuzuriha is the cutest thing ever.”

“I know s/o, you say that every single day. Is there a day where you don’t say that?”

“I know but… she’s just so amazing and creative!!”

“Yes, I get it s/o-”

“No!! You need to hear about how great she is!!”

Yuzuriha had made her way back to the room when she heard loud voices coming from it. Had something happened while she was gone? She peered through the crack of the door and say her s/o standing on the table, holding a broom to their mouth like a microphone, as the other club members watched in amazement.

“You see everyone, Yuzuriha is literally a sunflower. When she smiles it is as bright as the sun. AND,” s/o said emphasizing the ‘and,’ “she is prettier than any flower in the world.”

“Well that’s nice but-”

S/o furiously lifted their finger to their lips and emitted a loud “SHHHHH!!!!”

“Anyway, do you guys see how creative she is?? In a second she can create the most fashionable clothes!! And look around you!!,” s/o gestured to the artistic designs on the walls and floors, “who do you think painted and came up with this? It was the love of my life, Yuzuriha Ogawa!!! And!!! Do you know how kind and sweet she is? She always helps people when they need help and is always willing you help you perfect your craft skills! And-”

S/o stopped as they saw Yuzuriha standing at the door with a blush on her face.

“YUZURIHHAAAA!!!”

S/o jumped off the table and ran to her, squeezing her body in a tight hug. “I missed you soooo much!”

“She’s only been gone for 5 minutes…” one of the club members sighed.

“S-s/o…” Yuzuriha gently smiled as she patted their hair. Her heart squeezed and pounded against her chest because of s/o’s cuteness.

“I love you, s/o…” Yuzuriha murmured softly. The club members looked up, astonished. S/o looked up with a huge grin on their face.

“I LOVE YOU TOOOOO!!!!!”

Sorry for the crying Taiju gif-

Anyway!! Taiju was like, mindblown (I’ve been using that word too much) when s/o accepted his confession. He’d been harboring feelings for them for so long… and he was really surprised when s/o said the magic words back to him.

“Actually… Taiju… I like you too!”

Ok… before I go on I have to say Taiju has to be like, the best boyfriend ever!! Always supporting his s/o in whatever they do and just… uwu.

Taiju was practically running to his s/o’s last period class. School had just ended and he was eager to see his s/o again. He skidded to a halt and stopped in front of the open classroom door.

“Why are you even dating that meathead?”

“Because I love him.”

Taiju frowned as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

“He’s not even good at anything-”

“I am going to stop you right there. Taiju is an amazing person.”

“Oh really? How in the world is someone like him-”

“Taiju is good at plenty of things, ok? He’s always right by my side. Whenever I’m feeling down or sad, he knows what to do to make me feel like myself again. He may seem dense at times, but he can easily read my feelings and knows exactly how to care for me. Taiju always picks me up and spins me around…” s/o began to get off-topic as they gushed about him.

“Taiju always has a good attitude about everything. He’s always so positive and that makes me happy too. He’s goodnatured and has a beautiful heart-” s/o stopped as they noticed Taiju standing at the doorway.

“Taiju! You’re here!”

“Yea…” Taiju oddly walked over to s/o, quickly taking their hand in his and shooting a look at the bullies. S/o stuck their tongue out at them as she pulled Taiju out of the classroom.

“It’s been a nice little chat, but as you can see, I have to go.”

They quickly exited the school as s/o sighed. “You saw that didn’t you-” s/o did not get to finish their sentence as Taiju screamed.

“S/O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as he effortlessly picked s/o up and spun them around in the air.

“OHHHHHHH!!!!! S/O!!!!” he put them down and kept screaming.

“T-Taiju! You can stop screaming my name now!”

“S/O….. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!” he screamed out again, engulfing them in a bone-crushing hug.

“Taiju…” s/o said softly, caressing his hair as they smiled. They pulled him down to their level and pecked him on the lips.

“I love you too!”

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #dr stone headcanon #senku x reader #senku ishigami #yuzuriha ogawa #yuzuriha x reader #taiju oki #taiju x reader #dr stone yuzuriha #dr stone taiju #senku ishigami x reader #yuzuriha

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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Little Miss Warrior

You’re out gathering firewood in the nearby forest like your mother asked you to. It’s getting late and you realize you wandered too far into the forest this time. You curse in khuzdul and start heading back home to your parent’s cabin near the village of men. Your parents settled there after Moria fell and this village of men was where you grew up.

You got to your favourite oak tree when you heard the screeches coming up fast behind you. You froze in horror then heard the screech again... orcs. You dropped the firewood and climbed up your favourite tree as quickly and as high as the branches would allow. Your human friends had taught you to climb trees from an early age. You did it so often that you developed an unusual strength in your upper body from having to haul your weight up into the trees you climbed.

You sat in your oak tree, hidden from the orcs and their keen sense of smell. You watched in horror as they attacked your village and burned the homes. You heard people’s cries and then you saw the filthy orcs drag your parents from your home and slayed them in front of it.

You bit your lip to keep from crying out. You knew if you tried to attack you’d be killed as well. There were too many. All you could do was watch and wait for the orcs to leave.

It seemed like hours passed, but finally they had all left. You waited in the tree till the moon was descending before you finally climbed down and went to see the damage.

****************

You sat in front of your parents’ graves at the foot of your beloved oak tree. You mourned their loss and grieved deeply. When you had no more tears to shed, you got up. Said goodbye and went back to the cabin.

You wondered why the orcs did not burn it like they did the homes of the humans. But we’re thankful it was not burned.

You looked around. It had been ransacked, as if they looked for something, but you quickly realized nothing was missing.

You quickly packed your travel pack with a couple changes of traveling clothes, bedroll, blankets, food and cooking utensils. You took your battle axes, throwing axes and throwing knives as well as your father’s jeweled sword that he had hidden in their room under a floorboard. You knew it was there only because he had shown you it and told you of how it came to be in his possession.

You took your mother’s necklace with the blue sapphires and her earrings and bracelets and rings. Carefully putting them in the pouches you found in a desk drawer and then put them in your inner pocket of your shirt.

You took all the coins your family had and divided them into manageable pouches. You hid them all over your person and in your travel pack.

You looked around and then sighed. “Goodbye home.” You said quietly. “Thank you for the happy memories.” You said as you caressed the door casing where your mother had measured your height each year until you stopped growing at 5 feet tall.

You walked out of the cabin and the sun was just coming up over the horizon firefly red and making the clouds around it glow red and hot pink and orange. You looked around at the carnage and with tears streaming down your face you started walking east.

**********

You don’t know how many days you had been traveling. You lost count and figured it no longer mattered. You were filthy and smelled and your hair badly needed washing. You had just fought off a small hunting pack of orcs and were covered in their blood.

You heard water running nearby and came to a stream that fed into a small lake. You looked around and saw no one. The trees grew almost up to the shoreline of the lake except for where you were standing, on a small sandy beach.

You found a spot in the shade and set your pack and weapons down, dug out your bathing supplies, clean clothes and a towel, and covered your pack with your cloak. Effectively camouflaging it. Then you undressed and carefully brought your clothes, a throwing axe and dagger, and bathing supplies to the shore.

You washed your dirty clothes first, then hung them on some bushes in the sun to dry. Then you took your bar of soap and found a smal piece of drift wood that floated and placed your soap on it. You tied a long leather strip to the wood and then to your ankle so the wood wouldn’t float away with your soap.

You stood on the shore and let your hair down from its bun and braids. You unclipped your beads that your father gave you when you came of age and the ones he gave you when you mastered hunting and had killed a deer all on your own. He declared you “master huntress.” You smiled at the memory. You carefully placed the beads on a large leaf on top of your clothes, which covered your weapons, and covered the edge of the leaf with a stone.

Then you waded out till the water was at your shoulders and you ducked down under the water to get your hair wet.

You pulled over the floating wood piece and grabbed your soap. You had just gotten your hair all sudsy and washed your face, neck, and upper chest when you heard voices.

“Oh no! You thought. What am I going to do! I can’t let them see me and I can’t hide in this lake forever! Ugh!!! What horrible timing!” You thought to yourself and quickly ducked below the water and rinsed off your face, neck, chest and hair. You pulled the wood piece with your soap over to you, then grabbed it and started to swim away under the water.

You slowly peeked your head above the water just until your eyes cleared the surface. Your eyes got huge when you saw 12 dwarves and a smaller figure come onto the beach and plop down near where your pack was hidden.

You saw one white haired dwarf look out into the lake and then notice your things along the shoreline. “Nonononononono!” You thought as he approached your belongings and squat down. He picked up the leaf with your beads and examined them. You saw his eyes get wide and then he pulled out a small bag, put the beads into the bag and then tucked it into your clothes.

You watched in horror as he picks up your clothes and towel, your two weapons and moves them over to the tree line where you had your clothes drying. He sets them down by the shore and the tree line then goes back to where the others were setting up camp.

A few minutes later you see the white haired dwarf talking to two taller ones and they look out to the lake. You quickly duck down and wait a few moments and swim closer to the wooded shoreline. Pleasantly surprised with the depth of the water so close to the shore.

You peek back up over the waterline and see them staring at where you were a moment ago, then they look over to where your clothes hang drying. They walk over to them and examine the clothes hanging on the bushes.

You hear one of them say that they look like dwarvish travel clothes. Another says, “Aye, and a dwarrowdam’s judging by the size and style.” They look around again trying to find you, but don’t see you.

“Leave these be. Perhaps she is out hunting and will return. When she does, leave her be.” The one with the long, dark hair instructs.

You watch as they rejoin the rest of the group and someone starts stripping and makes a run for the lake. The rest quickly join him and soon they are all in the lake swimming and splashing and having a grand time of getting cleaned up.

You turn away with a blush and slowly swim farther away from the beach and from them.

*********

“Kili, what are you looking at?” Fili asks as he jumps on his brother trying to dunk him below the water. Kili comes up sputtering and looks over by the tree line again trying to spot the movement he had seen a moment ago. Thorin notices his intent gaze and comes over.

“Kili, what has caught your attention?” He asks quietly.

“There’s movement.... over there...” he points, “in the water near the shore by those trees! It’s moving away slowly like it doesn’t want to be seen or caught.”

This piques Thorin’s attention. “Stay here. Be on your guard.” He tells his nephews. He takes a deep breath then ducks under the water and swims for the shoreline by the trees where Kili had spotted the movement. He slowly comes up to the surface and breaches the waterline with his head just enough to see and take some breaths.

He spots movement a little ways away. A dark head of hair slowly moving along the edge of the lake, staying in the shadows.

Thorin takes another deep breath and ducks below the water, he opens his eyes and is surprised he can see quite well in the water. It’s nearly crystal clear. Then he sees a naked dwarrowdam’s body ahead of him and he is mesmerized. Her hair is quite long and floats like seaweed around her naked body. She is treading water and is beautiful. He suddenly feels himself drawn to her and wonders if she is his One.

He quietly swims up behind her and comes up for air just as she turns. She lets out a shriek and tries to swim away, but Thorin’s hand clamps down on her arm before she gets away. She struggles against him and is trying desperately to escape. He speaks quietly to her, trying to calm her down. He realizes the other dwarves are probably watching him now that she shrieked.

“Shhhhh now. I won’t hurt you! Calm down and lets talk.” He says as he holds her by the wrist. He can see the fear in her eyes but can also see fire.

“Let me go! How dare you sneak up on me here... like this! Go away! Leave me alone!” You hiss at him and continue tugging at your arm trying to get it out of his strong gradsp.

“I apologize for startling you. We were not aware someone was already camping here and in the lake until we had already set up camp.” He says to you. “Now if you would PLEASE stop struggling, and talk with me, perhaps we can come to an agreement so you don’t have to spend the night in this cold lake hiding from us...” he says in a smooth, baritone voice that commands attention and respect.

You stop struggling and turn your head to face him. His dark blue eyes open wide when he sees your face. Your heart starts pounding as you look at his handsome face and up into his deep blue, captivating eyes. You quickly crop your gaze and get embarassed that you are naked before such a handsome being.

He chuckles when he sees you blush and drop your head. “Now, will you come back to the shore and join us for supper if I have my men get out, get dressed and we keep our backs to you so you can do the same?” He asks with twinkling eyes and a raised eyebrow. You look up at him not sure he can be trusted. “And how can I know that you or your men will not sneak a peek?” You ask.

He chuckles. “You have my word, my dear, none of us will look at you until you tell us you are dressed.” He promises. “And how can I know that I can trust your word. I don’t even know any of you.” You say as you try to move away again. Thorin tightens his grip on your wrist. “I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror. We travel to reclaim our homeland that was taken by Smaug, the dragon.” He explains as he gently pulls you closer to him.

You immediately stop struggling when you hear him say his name and you look at him in shock. He chuckles at your reaction. “Now, will you do my company and I the honor of joining us for supper and tales of adventure?” He asks again as he pulls you into his arms and kisses the top of your head. “We mean you no harm and no one will hurt you.” He promises.

“Ok.” You say as you begin to shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you are getting cold or if it’s because you are being embraced by a member of the royal family... in a lake...and you both are as naked as the day you were born. You can feel him hard against your belly, his strong arms around you. He has let go of your arm and is holding your trembling body against his solid one. You feel safe for the first time since your parents were killed, but you also feel something else... you can’t put it into words.

He lets you go then quietly says, “ Come.” As he gently takes your hand and pulls you along the shoreline near to where your clothing is. Once the two of you get close to the shore, he stops and says, “Wait here with your back to us. When we are out and clothed, I will have my men put their backs to you and I will stand behind them to make sure none try to sneak a peek. I will tell you when you can come out and get dressed.” He looks down at you and asks, “What is your name, ny dear?”

You look up into his questioning eyes and then quickly look down. “Y/n” you reply. “Y/n, I will leave you now to get my men out of the water so we can all dry off, get dressed and have supper. Promise me you will come join us when you finish dressing.” He asks. You nod. “I promise.” You reply quietly. He kisses the top of your head, enjoying the smell of your hair, then turns you to face the tree line.

You hear him swim away and bark orders for everyone to get out of the water, get dried off and dressed quickly then to stand with their backs facing you.

You hear a few asking questions and hear Thorin saying something, then you hear them all get out of the water quickly and get dressed. After a few minutes you hear Thorin say your name and that it’s safe for you to come out, dry off and get dressed.

You turn your head and look to see all 13 of them with their backs to you and Thorin standing between them and you with his back to you as well.

You quickly pull yourself up out of the water and scramble to your clothes that the white haired dwarf had neatly set by the tree line. You quickly dried off and dressed in the clean clothes. You quickly took down your freshly washed and dried clothes and folded them. Placing them in a neat pile at your feet. You looked at them then said, “Ok. I’m dressed.”

You watch as they turn around and face you. Thorin comes up to you smiling and reaches for your hand. “Come, let me introduce you to my company.” You bend down, place your throwing axe on top of your pile of clothes and you shove your throwing knife into the sheath on your boot. Then you pick up the bag with your hair beads in it and the pile of clothes and you let a Thorin lead you over to his men.

You keep your head down as you follow him. He stops in front of the white haired dwarf and you look up to see him smiling brightly at you. “Y/n, this is my friend and advisor, Balin, son of Fundin. Balin this is Y/n.”

Balin gives you a bow and says, “At your service Miss Y/n.” Thorin then moves to the next dwarf. “Y/n, this is Dwalin, son of Fundin, my captain of the guard and a dear friend. Dwalin is Balin’ brother. Dwalin, this is Y/n.” “At your service, Miss Y/n.” He replies with a small bow, eyeing your throwing axe.

Thorin did this introduction for each dwarf. They all smiled warmly at you and greeted you with friendly smiles.

Once introductions were done, the dwarves began to prepare for supper and rest. You wandered over to the tree line and surprised them all when you removed your cloak from the pack it had hidden and you put it on.

You heard them gasp as it seemed to them you had disappeared into the trees, so well did the cloak camouflage you. You chuckled and picked up your father’s sword, wrapping it’s belt around your hips and then you picked up your harness with your axes and then grabbed your pack.

You felt all their eyes on you as you walked back over to the group and looked around for a place to settle in for the night. You noticed a spot near a fallen log that wasn’t too far from the fire so you plopped you’re things down there. You unrolled you’re bed roll and blanket, then dug around in your pack for your sharpeningstone and oil so you could check your weapons’ blades.

The dwarves watched you as they settled in for the evening and talked quietly. You settled yourself on the log and pulled out your arsenal of throwing knives, daggers, axes and your two battle axes. You sat there checking each one carefully, cleaning off the orc blood from their hilts and sharpening them to a razor sharp edge.

“You have about as many weapons on you as Fili does!” Bofur teases you suddenly. Many of the dwarves laugh and nod. You look across the fire to the dwarf who teased you. He chuckled and smiled. “Do ya know how to use those, lass, or do ya need someone to teach ya?” He teased.

You looked down at the dagger in your hand and looked back at him laughing with Dwalin. “Thwunk”

Bofur looks down on the tree stump he was sitting on. Your dagger a few inches from his crotch.

Dwalin and the other dwarves roar laughing at Bofur’s surprised expression. He pulls the dagger out of the stump and looks at it surprised you threw it and where it landed. “Please tell me you meant to throw it there and not at my chest!” He teases. You give him a devilish smirk. Dwalin roars laughing and pats Bofur on the back.

“Nice.” Bofur rolls his eyes and says. “Did you craft this yourself?” He asks as he examines the dagger. Dwalin stops laughing and looks at you to see your reply. He frowns when all you do is look down into your lap at its twin dagger in your hand. “No.” Is all you say.

Dwalin takes the dagger from Bofur and examines it. “I’ve seen this dagger before! But it’s been such a long time ago I can’t remember where or who had it!” He exclaims. Thorin sits up and looks at him then over to you. “Let me see it.” Thorin demands. Dwalin hands it to him and Thorin looks at it then realizes who it belonged to.

“Where did you get Lord Danvar’s daggers? And is that not the Lord’s sword as well?” He asks pointing to the sword at your hip.”

Everyone went silent and stared at you....

There are more chapters for this story... btw.

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Burned Part 25

Summary: Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there the two step into a dangerous dance together.

Part 25: The happy life of a little family together

Teddy Solomons’ first word, thankfully, was not ‘fuck’. Alfie was certain that if that word had slipped out of the baby’s mouth, he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as his wife ever again. What was more surprising was what he actually did say because Alfie certainly wasn't expecting it.

Alfie was entertaining the baby while Louise peacefully read in the parlor. He held Teddy up on his lap, making faces to make him laugh and shriek with glee. It amazed Alfie how easy it was to make Teddy happy. Sometimes all it took was crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue to make the baby erupt in a fit of giggles.

“Da!” Teddy squealed and reached to tug on Alfie’s beard, one of his favorite past times as of late.

Louise looked over the top of her book. “Did he just say what I think he said?” She perked up in surprise.

“Just gibberish.” Her husband shook his head and wrote it off as nothing. “Babbling on as usual, aye?” He teased and wiggled Teddy’s toes. "Speaking your own little language?"

He giggled and pulled a bit harder on his father's beard. “Dada!” He chirped again.

Louise stood up, setting her book aside, and walked over. “Alfie, he’s saying dada.” She insisted.

Alfie wasn’t sure how old children were when they took certain milestones. Ollie had given him an estimate but all of his kids ranged from early to late bloomers so it was hard to say for sure. Time seemed to pass by so fast as Teddy grew so it seemed far too early for the baby to be saying any intelligent words. “It’s an easy sound for him to make, I’m sure it’s just nonsense.”

“You don’t think he’s smart enough to be speaking yet?” She challenged and put her hands on her hips.

He made a face at her remark. “He’s me son, innit he? That means he’s fucking smart.” He asserted. “Ted, who’s that?” He tested out the theory by pointing at Louise. Teddy giggled and mimicked his father pointing but didn’t say anything.

“Who’s that, love?” Louise pointed back at Alfie.

“Dada!” He responded and beamed as if he knew exactly how substantial his first word was.

She looked smug with herself. “Told you.”

“I stand corrected then.” Alfie chuckled and gently patted Teddy on the back. Pride bloomed in his chest. He was his son's very first word. It made him feel more important than anything else he'd ever done in his life. “Fucking bright as can be, innit he?”

“Hush, you can’t swear around him anymore because he’ll start to pick up on it!” She reminded him. But it was hard to be stern, Louise was also pleased to hear Teddy address Alfie first. She wanted him to know how important he was to the little boy.

“Sorry, love. Right, gotta start biting my tongue.” He couldn’t get the great big smile off his face though and eventually just began to laugh. However, mid-way through, his chest seized and he erupted in a coughing fit.

It was hard to forget about their reality for too long. Although Alfie was in good spirits and was able to stay fairly active, there was always something reminding them of his cancer. The frequent headaches that never seemed to end. The deep ache he felt in his body every morning and every night. He became out of breath often and sometimes became light-headed from how severe his coughing fits were.

Louise picked up Teddy from his lap and sat him down on the rug for a moment. “It’s okay, try to breathe slowly.” She soothed

Alfie’s face turned red and stood up to walk out of the room, staggering a few steps. More often than not, his violent coughing upset Teddy and he couldn’t have that. He wasn't sure what his son would remember of him, but he certainly didn't want his only memories of him to be a coughing bout. Alfie walked into the foyer and put a hand on the stair railing to steady himself. After a painful few moments, he managed to get the coughing under control. He took a few wheezing breaths and looked up.

Louise stood in the doorway with Teddy in her arms. The little boy didn’t seem upset and merely toyed with his mother’s curls. “Okay?” She asked softly.

Alfie nodded and cleared his throat once more. “Sorry, love.”

“Don’t apologize.” She walked over and touched his cheek. “Don’t ever apologize for something beyond your control.” It made her ache knowing there was little to nothing she could do to ease his pain. She felt as if she were failing as a wife.

He smiled weakly and leaned into her touch. “Just wish you didn’t have to see me like that.”

She sat down on the stairs and gestured for him to sit beside her. Setting Teddy on his lap, she gently stroked her husband’s hair back. “Remember when I said I never wanted you to change? I want you just the way you are. This isn’t you but it’s something you’re fighting. You don’t need to try to shield me from the difficult parts. Whatever you’re fighting, I’m right there beside you.”

“Dada.” Teddy cooed and wrapped his little fingers around Alfie’s white shirt.

Alfie kissed the top of his son’s head and then his wife’s cheek. “Can’t imagine going through any of this without you two.” His voice was still ragged from coughing. “You keep me going.”

There was no telling how much time Alfie had left. Doctor Stephens said there was a good chance he’d have a few years but warned him to be wary of his health. But seeing Teddy make such milestones made Alfie happy and just a hint more optimistic than he had been before his birth.

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That night, a warm June evening, Alfie and Louise went for a walk. Teddy was fast asleep upstairs and would most likely be asleep a few hours before he woke up for a nappy change or to nurse.

Alfie was in a good deal of pain and tried to cope by walking through it. Most nights it was hard to just stay lying awake in bed. At least when he was walking outside he could forget about the pain and focus on something else other than the ceiling.

They walked along the grounds together, arm in arm with Alfie holding a lantern to light their usual path past the stables and around the pastures.

“Can’t believe it’s already summer,” Louise commented. The night was alive with all sorts of insects beginning their nightly symphony. A warm breeze kicked up the scent of the roses that were just beginning to bloom. It was heavenly and managed to distract them from everything even just for a little while.

“Can’t believe Teddy’ll be one in the fall.” He agreed. The year had passed by far too quickly in his eyes. It seemed only yesterday he was holding his son for the very first time after he was born.

“We’ll have to throw a party for him. Wouldn’t it be nice to have everyone over here? Some could stay for the weekend, his birthday’s on a Friday.” She smiled.

“That would be lovely, yeah. I mean for fuck’s sake, I didn’t think I’d last this long.” He admitted. “On borrowed time, ain’t I?”

“No,” She shook her head and reached for his hand, threading her fingers with his. “You’re here for a reason. We’re together for a reason and we’ve Teddy for a reason.” She murmured softly and squeezed his hand lightly. “I don’t know what the reason is but I won’t question it. You make me happy and I think that’s reason enough.”

He smiled and lifted her hand up to kiss her knuckles. Frankly, he couldn’t imagine going about his life without meeting Louise. He used to have some semblance of a master plan involving the bakery and his other various business ventures. He’d finally put Darby Sabini out of commission and rule a bigger piece of London. But with plans like that, he was sure he would never truly be satisfied. With Louise and Teddy, he had everything he needed. He didn’t need more from them; all he needed was to see their faces each and every day.

“Do you think I’m right?” Louise asked curiously.

“You’re my wife, you’re always right, love.” He grinned and stopped to kiss her.

“One day you’re going to wake up in Inglewood, next to your wife. Your son or daughter will run into the room to wake you up and beg for you to come and play with them.”

Louise was usually right; Alfie had learned that in both positive and negative ways. Alfie liked when she was right because it gave him a sort of comfort for the future. She reassured him that he would continue living and that he would be there to experience his son growing up. He saw Teddy’s first birthday, then his second, and was gearing up to see his third as well. He was there, kneeling on the ground, arms outstretched as Teddy took his first steps. He heard Teddy call Louise ‘mumma’. Heard him call Cyril, Cee-Cee. Watched him grow taller and start to walk and run without falling over.

Alfie felt so blessed and every morning he was reminded how great it was to wake up and find himself where he was. Louise was asleep beside him, her arm outstretched and hand lingering on his chest.

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That morning, Teddy came toddling into the room, going right for his father’s side of the bed. Alfie was always up before Louise was, mostly because of his previous habits of waking early for work and because of the ache in his body that kept him up. But he was never too tired for Teddy.

“Dada.” The little boy whispered, well aware that his mother was still sleeping.

“There you are, already awake?” Alfie reached over and scooped Teddy up, letting him sit on his chest. “Don’t want to sleep in, aye?”

“No.” He giggled and grabbed at his feet, pressing his heels together and rocking back and forth.

Alfie held him steady. “What’s on the agenda today, then?” He asked softly. “Take a drive somewhere?”

“Ponies!”

“Sh, sh, mumma’s still asleep.” He whispered and motioned for him to be quiet.

Teddy mimicked the finger to his lips and giggled. “Shhhhh…”

Louise turned over and began to stir.

“Uh oh, Ted, we’ve done it now.” Alfie grinned.

“What’ve you done?” She mumbled with her eyes still closed.

“Mummy!” Teddy squealed and wriggled off Alfie to greet her. He burrowed under the quilt and cuddled close to her. “Mumma, ponies.”

Louise yawned and wrapped her arms around her son, pulling him close to her chest like a little teddy bear. “It’s a bit early to see the ponies, love.” She murmured, still half asleep.

“Mumma, sleep,” Teddy whispered and placed a pudgy hand over her eyes.

She laughed softly and took his hand to kiss it. “Just for a little longer. Then we’ll have breakfast before going outside.” She promised.

Alfie leaned on his elbow to watch mother and son cuddle close. Such an undeniable bond that made him relieved. Even after he was gone, they would still have that connection. No matter what happened to him, they would both have each other long after he passed. “C’mere.” He murmured and drew them both close to him, wrapping them up in his arms as a protective cocoon. He could’ve remained in that moment forever and be eternally happy. Hearing both of their soft inhales and exhales, faintly feeling their heartbeats, and enveloped in their warmth. They were just a small speck in the world, a small bit of dust in the grand scheme of things. But at that moment, Alfie felt like he was embracing the entire world, holding it in his arms and keeping it safe. Because they were the only two things that mattered on the planet as far as he was concerned.

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Hi all! Here is the next Installment of the little au pair Harry ditty inspired by @papiermachecat, thanks to @chasm2018 for the brainstorming sessions, @emulateharry for the read through, and @dirtystyles and @bleedinglove4h for being my people!

To Be So Lonely

Home Not Alone

"Shhhhh," Victoria told the door as it clicked behind her; she hoped she suppressed her pointed exhalation enough. These were difficult nights, the ones where she thought she'd make it just in time for the twins bedtime, but missed it by just enough to be a distraction. It had been happening more than she'd liked the last month, being late for the routine.

The routine that Harry created with them. Not her.

Was it normal to be jealous of your nanny? Manny?

That was weird, her face screwed up at that. That word didn't need to be gendered.

"Your face might stick like that." The softly accented voice was her third favorite thing to hear when she came into her apartment. After Mateo and Maribel giggling together, the ding of whatever food Harry had ready for her, and way above her kids calling him 'Awwy'. Partially because it was annoying that they said it wrong. Mostly, because it came not long after mama and was said more often. Not that she was keeping count.

Her eyes had closed while she grimaced over her loud entrance. She blinked open and noticed the slight bags under Harry's eyes. She should send him to bed. Mateo had been on a very early kick, which meant she got to see him first thing, but also, that he was very cranky by 7 pm but had to be kept up for an extra half hour to stay on schedule. That half hour felt really, really long. And she only had to do it last Sunday, when the new pattern emerged. Then the work week had come and Harry had taken over. It was Thursday now. That was lots of tiring nights.

Plus the twins had tarted crawling. They moved faster than a two legged creature on four legs should be able to. They also tended to go in separate directions straight into harm's way. Victoria had decided to call a baby proofer this weekend, though Harry claimed to be certified. He didn't have the time.

Who certified baby proofers?

Her hand mopped the hair that had fallen over her forehead. Her weighted lids seemed heavy to open. She was tired too, her wandering mind proof. Victoria finally convinced her eyes to open, it took all her strength. Speaking of baby proofing, the coffee table had been moved again, so they didn't get stuck under it she'd been informed. Maribel had done it right before afternoon nap not too long ago, and she couldn't push up all the way under the mid century design, it had pushed her to her belly, and Victoria figured she had flashbacks to all the tummy time Harry instituted. The fit had been epic, he'd sent her videos. She wondered if Harry rued his tummy time emphasis in that moment. It was responsible for her early crawlers and their baby frustrations, which Harry bore the brunt of. She should buy him ear plugs.

She should get rid of the coffee table. If they started pulling up on that, and god forbid walking into it, she imagined hospital trips, even if it was pushed against the wall. She had a mental flash of someone losing an eye. Coffee tables were useless anyway. When she had a mug, it was in her hands. She'd never wanted it anyway. Her mom had insisted she had one; Victoria had wanted an ottoman.

"They busy today?" She pushed off the wall and walked to the kitchen. Her plate was in the microwave, since it wasn't next to his on the breakfast bar where it was when she made it home in a timely fashion. He waited if he could help it, so they had an excuse to not eat standing up in the kitchen. It was later than she thought, kids should definitely be sleeping well by now. Then why was he whispering?

He answered her raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," he huffed and sat across from her at the breakfast bar. "Bell was really fussy at morning nap, kinda kept Mateo awake, but then he returned the favor later. He was out by 7, but Maribel was unsettled I'd really just got her down when I heard the door click."

"I'm so tempted to wake them both up at the same time tonight." Victoria cut into the chicken. "You stuffed it? How'd you find the time?"

"I got it premade." She nodded. He continued. "I don't see why you dont. Seems like a solid choice with two babies. To change all the nappies and such at the same time?"

"I guess I can't get my mom's 'no molestate, tienen suenos' out of my head." She looked up and immediately started translating.

"I get the gist," he had a nice laugh. Harry was pleasant all together. "But, due respect," clearly tip-toeing over what he thought were dropped eggs. "your mom never had twins." She laughed and it brought out the dimples. She always had a soft spot for those. They inspired trust in her mind. It had gotten her in trouble with clients, because she'd assumed honesty. She assumed nothing these days, but she had trusted Harry and his dependable face straightaway.

He stretched and his sweatshirt lifted to show one of the tatttoos she'd not discovered he had until he rolled up his sleeves to do dishes one day. One day she'd have energy to ask about them. She'd even missed the hand tattoo at the first meeting. She must have been in dire straits. Right now she was too tired to even think about the leaves?

She could sleep standing up at the moment, entirely too tired. Oh, his eyebrows were a question mark.

"She did not, and I should have ignored her benediction months ago. They wake up much less now, and for shorter periods of time." Her forehead felt tight. She should wash up.

"Do you want a glass of wine?" His question interrupted the mental argument she was having with herself about washing her face and doing skincare before laying down on her bed. She'd recently got a new mattress, and it was, frankly, the best thing in the world. But, she passed out the minute she laid down. She had to go do the motions first. Definitely.

Wait, he'd asked her a question. Wine, at this time of night, by herself?

Her question must have been on her face.

"You just look like court was rough. You've been later the last few weeks. It'll relax your temples, drop your shoulders," her deltoids came down at his mention. "And, it may ease you to sleep?"

"New mattress does the work." Victoria exhaled.

"Yeah, I noticed today." He said nonchalantly.

Her brow knit. "You were in my bed?" He never gave her sketch vibes. Weird, that's why you couldn't trust dimples.

His already big eyes were huge, "yeahs sorry! weird,I know. I was super desperate with Mateo, that tooth is really bugging him. and they were keeping each other up, so I separated them. I had to grab wipes from in there, and it...damn. I really have no good explanation." He shrugged. "It looked really inviting."

She laughed. It did, that was purposeful. So she would stay there when her insomnia kicked in or when the babies woke up. Made it was easy to wait the 10 minutes to see if they settled themselves. Slowly stretching that time out would be easier and easier in the sanctuary she'd made the bed a centerpiece of.

He relaxed, "Whew, thought I may lose my job."

"Unemployment sucks, no worries, you're safe."

"I mean, yeah, but I'd miss the twins, and..." He shook his head. He'd need to find a place and he'd be out a job, those were good reasons, but less sweet and more obvious than Harry tended to be. "Anyway, glass of wine?"

What exactly was he offering? With him in the kitchen, or a sad drink in her bed alone? Victoria wasn't sure which. She thought he may have offered her wine last week too. This case must be killing her if her nanny was worried about her.

Should only be a bit longer. She hoped.

"No, but thanks, really Harry. But I think we may both do better with sleep." She smiled

"Another time then." his voice was thin over the distance. She heard it as she headed to her bedchamber.

She clicked on her monitor, though she'd given Harry the farther room, so she could hear the babies through the wall. It made it easier to tell if they were really awake of just stirring. Harry didn't need the monitor or proximity during the day. She let him sleep at night. He didn't make breast milk, and needed the sleep to chase them all day.

She drifted to sleep with the taste of wine in her mouth and a pleasant new smell in her nostrils

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"Vee!" He tried to keep his voice level, and he'd already resorted to a new level of desperate with the voicemail. Who listened to voicemail these days? No one. Except Vee. "Give me a call soon as you get this!"

Actually, she talked on the phone more than any person he knew. Usually, it was for work, or to her mom. But she seemed to talk to old friends from college and Texas, which she referred to like it was a time in her life instead of a place, on the regular.

Her mom, she talked to her mom several times a day he had noticed, usually in Spanish so rapid fire he couldn't even catch the words he knew. Though he really only knew pidgeon French.

He liked hearing her Spanish better, he thought maybe he should learn it, so he could talk to the twins in it.

Without discussing it, they had split up language duties. Victoria only spoke to them in Spanish, he took English. But he was with them when they were awake more.

He knew she secretly hated that, the only times she'd ever really mentioned it, her long hours away, it had to do with Spanish, and how she wished she had more than nights and weekends to teach them.

She wished she had more than nights and weekends with them. He could tell her career had been her baby before the babies. Now she was stuck in the middle, walking a fine line between her own ambition and her desire.

He should help with the Spanish, may kill some mom guilt. If he learned to help her. Or would it induce more? Women were complicated.

But, mental workout over, she talked on the phone, so he was hoping she'd see he called, which he never did, and know to call back.

He was thinking he needed to take Maribel to the emergency room. She'd been a little warm when she woke up, late, and then she just got hotter.

Then she was puking. Mateo seemed to sense he needed to be an angel that day and did just that. He was spinning away in his play saucer while Harry frantically walked his sister while she cried. She had thrown her water on the floor every time he tried to get her to sip on it, and the look she'd given the popsicle, he was surprised it stayed frozen. Wow! Fireball.

He loved it! Except when he had to parent it. Help parent it.

He wondered if Vee looked like that in court?

The popsicle cooled him down, he wished Maribel would try it.

Should he call again? Just bundle the kids into the car? He had all of the things, the insurance and the affidavit, and car seats put in correctly. Except, he felt like if Vee came home to an empty house she would freak.

"Harry?" She sounded distracted, maybe just that bit worried. That shade of gray her voice got "Everything ok?"

"Um, well, yes and no. Maribel has a temp of 103,—"

"Oh my god! Is she ok?"

"She's weepy and tired and she's thrown up a few times-"

"I'm coming home."

"Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea." He heard 'oh my god' and shuffling paper in her background. "But I think we should meet is at the urgent care on Washington? Her fever isn't responding to meds." He tried to keep the worry out of his voice. He wouldn't be concerned, kids got fevers all the time, but for that. The baby had taken the medicine, begrudgingly, over an hour ago, and she was still getting hotter. But, that was a detail he could share with Vee later, after, when everybody was ok. She'd freak out even more that she was about to. And then be consumed with extra guilt, and he didn't want her to feel like that.

He could hear the ding of an elevator.

"I might lose you, I'll call you back."

"I've got to get out of the house—"

"Oh, ok, just text me if you-"

"I'll call you from the car?"

He liked that she sighed in relief. "Please."

"Of course." He went to hang up, but first said "She's gonna be fine, kids get sick all the time."

"How do you know?" Oh, the lawyer voice, he may have overstepped. "You don't have kids."

"Ouch," slipped out and he heard her suck in a breath. "I don't, but I love yours, and this isn't my first nanny gig." He chose not to remind her that he had more experience with kids, on paper, than she did. She hung up then after a soft "yeah."

He frowned, he hadn't meant to incite the lioness. He worried about it for almost an hour while he tried to keep both kids from touching anything in the emergency room.

Her cheeks were flushed when she rushed in the door that opened like theater curtains. He had only seen that color the first week she had insisted on taking running back up. It was like a month in to him working for her. She walked out the door confidently.

"Take it easy, yeah? Your body's been through something," he had suggested gently.

"Pfft, I ran until they induced me." She may have rolled her eyes.

Then she came in like a hurricane popping back over the ocean to get more moisture to dump over a neighboring city. She drank water like it too.

He did not say 'I told you so', he did not need to.

"If you mention going easy, so help me..." She said between her second and third glasses.

He zipped his lips and picked up Mateo. He must need a diaper change by now. Then he had told the little guy how lovely and silly his mum was.

This was a less amusing flush to her cheeks.

Shit! She might have run here.

"Fucking Uber driver." She cursed and he laughed and jokingly covered Maribel's ears. Well he hovered his hands over her ears, she'd fallen asleep. It wasn't restful, but he was not going to disrupt the dribble she had started leaving on his shoulder. Mateo sat on a blanket at his feet. Harry had bracketed it with his legs to keep him within its lines. Luckily, Teo was very interested in the shape sorter that had delighted countless generations, because that floor was infectious. Harry was doing his best to keep the boy off of it.

"What happened with the driver?" He was still chuckling. Her ire was his favorite. Well, after her delight at the babies.

"I told him how I wanted to go, but he said 'Waze and driving all the time say this way.'" And I said, "Fuck waze, I used to walk this in college and this road backs up horribly in the next twenty minutes."

"Did he listen?" He knew the answer, he just wanted her to tell him.

"No! The Puto!" She sat next to him and tucked Mateo's chin and silhouetted Maribel's curls. She exhaled a little bit then. But fussed a little bit more, now for the sake of story telling rather than real frustrations. "And he messed up my rating!"

"Did you cuss at him a lot?" He already knew that answer too.

"Of course! Because I was right and he needed to say it." He knew he was grinning. The little smile that started backwards, with her eyes before it spread to her mouth, when she caught his amusement told him so.

"De la Rosa?" The triage nurse called. And both of their heads swiveled like a meerkat on the plain.

"But, I suppose it was better to wait in traffic than here. I saved myself some drool and energy, sticking you with the babies." She slapped a smile on her face.

"Wasn't" he caught her eye to say.

"I know." And she picked up Mateo and scooped the four corners of the blanket while blazing the trail to the curtained room they were in until 3am.

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"This is weird, yeah?" He asked.

"Listen Goldilocks, you've already been sleeping in my bed, don't act like you're not excited." She must be punch drunk to be teasing him about their kitchen conversation. 4:00 was an ungodly hour by any rights, especially at a pharmacy where the workers are half asleep. Seeing the wrong side of 5 made you desperate, which explained their current arrangement.

Their bodies had formed brackets around Maribel like she was the primary number in their equation. She was. And Mateo. He'd never have been here but for her needing a bit of help with the twins. Maribel had napped on and off during their time at the emergency room. She'd been sleeping best on his or Vee's chest. He'd had to dislodge her from her mum to place her in her car seat. It did not go over well. Maribel had favored them with her best high notes the whole drive home. So Mateo was awake as well. He was easy enough to get down, they just had to get home.

Their steps were slow. He had Teo and she had Mari, it was easy enough to keep the division. They wordlessly agreed to keep them separate. He followed her down the hallway after carelessly leaving everything but the babies and the medicine in the living room.

"Vee." He whispered and motioned with his head to his awkwardly extended hand. She nodded, took the step closer to retrieve the paper packet before leaving him to it at the nursery door.

Teo was tired and Harry only had to dance him a bit before he lay him down.

Harry pressed his hand to the sweet tummy for just a few minutes for good measure, but he was out like a popped bulb.

Harry could hear the fussing as soon as he left the nursery door frame, the closing a soft snick behind him. Maribel was still awake and so overtired her cry was more a pathetic whimper. Or maybe that was Vee's soothing sounds.

"I remember when I used to stay up for 24 hours on purpose!" She whispered when he came near enough to hear. "Do you ever mourn all of the sleep you gave up before?"

"Think I'm still too close to the staying up on purpose phase."

"Ah, I forget how young you are." She pursed her lips and it threw the lines of her face into stark relief in the morning light sneaking through her blinds.

"Hey, I turn 30 soon."

"Oh yes, so grown up." She smiled sleepily and the expression highlighted the 10 years she had on him.

"Let me take her. You worked all day yesterday." He could feel the bleeding heart in his eyes.

"So did you." She reminded him.

"Yeah, but I just had to make two wonderful babes smile and keep them clean and fed. You fought for someone along with the patriarchy."

"The patriarchy?"

He shrugged and shifted the baby over. She let him. "I just imagine you as the only woman standing in the courtroom."

She blinked. "I'm not always." She started rubbing Maribel's back, and the baby's whimper ceased.

"But often enough," he whispered. They looked at each, their eyes going wide moments later when they realized the baby was sleeping. Vee carefully removed her hand and Mari stirred, mewled.

Harry motioned with his chin and she replaced her hand. They stood breathless, rocking in the same slow rhythm for long moments.

"I think she's really out." Vee said after 15 min. "But I'm afraid for you to lay her down."

"I'll lay down with you guys at first?" He raised his brow.

"Yeah, yeah, ok." He could see her desperation, the call of sleep.

"I'll leave soon as I can. You need sleep."

"So do you." She cocked her head to the side.

He ninjaed his way down to the bed and was thankful he'd gone down to his tee shirt and had worn trousers. He hadn't slept in Jeans since undergrad, he was unwilling to take the habit back up. Maribel moved a bit, but she curled her little body into him and got hold of his earlobe like she did when her sleep was gonna get deep.

"She's got my ear." Harry whispered. They'd found it disrupted her when you dislodged her hold.

Vee tightened her face. "Damn, she's got my pinky." She used to do that to Mateo when they shared a blanket. When he rolled away, she always woke up. It occurred to Harry that Maribel was not a good sleeper, now he was tired enough to be grumpy about it. "I think you're stuck here." Vee opened her big brown eyes and looked up at him from her drowsy lashes.

"Yeah, looks like." He tried to inject some regret in his voice.

And that was how they found themselves forming a cocoon around the sprawled out baby whispering across a shared pillow.

"Can you pull more blanket from the side of the bed? I want to pull it down away from her face, but my shoulders are cold." She sighed with closed lids. "I already feel guilty enough she sleeps on her tummy."

"She started that as soon as she could roll over. And we both got more sleep for it." He adjusted the blanket.

"I know," trickled out slowly. "But it makes me worry."

"I know." He brushed her hair off her face where it had fallen before he could catch himself. Her eyes dragged open. "Vee," he caught her ear lobe between his fingers. "Stop worrying, go to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah, stop worrying, he says." She chuckled and he slid his errant touch away without mention. "But sleep, I can do."

Harry woke up hours later. The sun was using all its cold power to push through the wooden slats. The day would be freezing with that amount of sunshine. That had been a news flash when he'd moved here. Sun like that in the winter equaled brr. But his circadian rhythm insisted he also rise and shine.

He didn't want to wake either female in the bed. Maribel had released his earlobe in her rustling, so he was clear there. But the anchor was stronger in the hand laced with his.

Harry was sad to let it go, but he looked back from the door and congratulated himself on not disturbing them. The warmth of his hand, that was anything but upsetting as he set about checking on Teo and cooking breakfast.

It may be cold outside, but they were snug in here.

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elysianrey · 5 years

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tell me things you’ve never said out loud

[part 3 of it’s a slow cinnamon summer. read part 1. read part 2]

(a/n: okay...here it is. the final installment of this little series. thanks for joining me on this crazy ride these past few days! i’m not sure when i’ll get another chance to write for fun, but hopefully i will be nipped by the plot bunnies again soon. Anne and Gil finally get a resolution to this tension. And Gilbert is shirtless again... Enjoy!! xoxo Content T+)

Almost a week passed before Anne saw him again.

It was not so much by choice, at least not to Anne, but rather they were needed for other responsibilities around their respective households. Matthew had caught a late summer cold, which led to Anne tending to his needs, while Marilla cared for little Delphine at the Blythe-Lacroix farm. When Anne wasn’t checking in on Matthew, she was out in the fields with Jerry and his brothers, who offered their aid upon catching word of Matthew’s sickness. The hard labor of weeding out the bad crops or nasty pests allowed Anne to direct her mind onto something other than the single topic it would revolve back to as she laid in her bed each night. Even the exhaustion from the day’s activities was not enough to weary her brain into a dreamless state of sleep which she desperately craved.

For her dreams were where she slipped back into that sweet moment in the garden, or worse, entered new fantasies so vivid and lifelike, Anne would suddenly awake with a gasp, sweat beading on her forehead and along fair skin. She dared not tell a single soul about any of those dreams.

His lingering presence had intertwined itself so deeply into her being that she knew it was fruitless to try an escape it’s captive grip. Otherwise, she would be denying an integral piece of herself, as terrifying as the thought was to her.

Marilla woke her before dawn on Saturday morning with the news that she would be baking and cooking most of the day for the church picnic tomorrow. She was quite beside herself because with watching over Delphine the whole week, she had completely forgotten the important event.

“No worries, Marilla. I will take care of precious Delly today,” Anne reassured her comfortingly, her heart twinging anxiously at the prospect of the boy she was going to inevitably see. She needed to clear the air between them and make things right.

Marilla let out a grateful sigh, “Oh bless you, Anne. For all that you have done the past days,” she replied, her arms drawing the girl into a hug. “Now off you go to get dressed. Bash mentioned that he and Gilbert were going to be up early to start pruning some of the apple trees in the orchard.”

Anne nodded, a suppressed smile on her lips as she turned on her heel to dress herself, which did not go unnoticed by Marilla.

“Make sure Gilbert does not to overwork himself,” she called from the kitchen below as Anne hurriedly traipsed up the stairs.

“Will do!”

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Anne gave the door of the Blythe-Lacroix home a gentle knock and waited patiently for an answer, rather hoping it would be a sleepy-eyed, dark-haired boy. Instead she was received by a groggy-looking Bash, who held a cup of steaming hot coffee in one hand and a fussy baby in the other.

“Good morning, Anne,” he greeted, motioning for her to enter, and pushing the door shut behind them with his shoulder. “It’s nice of you to come.” His attention turned toward the squirming bundle in the crook of his arm. “Shhhhh--there, there Delly. Papa will be back for you soon. Your auntie Anne is here to spend some time with you now,” he cooed, rocking her softly and taking a sip of his coffee.

The redhead couldn’t contain the fond smile that broke over face at the endearing title Bash had dubbed after the countless days she had spent with them upon Mary’s passing and the consuming grief that latched on to Sebastian’s being. Although he was not quite the person she remembered before his beloved returned to her heavenly home in the sky, he was beginning to finally settle into a different type of normal.

Anne stretched out her arms to take the baby, and Bash handed her off. “It is always a treat to spend time with this princess of yours,” she remarked lovingly, looking at Delphine with a sense of delight.

She followed Bash into the kitchen, holding the infant on her hip, and observing him as he set his cup down carefully. “Blythe is out in the orchard already, crazy fool,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. Anne tried her best to keep her face of coolness upon the comment.

“I’ll tell you Anne, the boy has been working himself to the bone lately. Can’t help but think something’s troubling him, but he dodges giving me a proper answer anytime I ask him about it. You wouldn’t happen to know what’s gotten him quieter than a church mouse, would you?”

A fresh wave of guilt overcame her as she bit down on her lip. “Uhhh...no...no clue,” she stuttered quickly, cursing herself for the unconvincing reply. She turned to begin making a warm bottle for Delphine as she searched for something more believable to add. “Maybe he’s worried about Queen’s?” she offered, picking up a glass bottle with one hand and setting it on the table. “I know I am.” This was true. It was a matter of weeks before Marilla and Matthew would be dropping her off at the school in Charlottetown and the remembrance of this fact made her heart ache in melancholy.

Several beats of silence passed between them before she glanced over at him. “Hmm…’suppose you could have a point,” was all he said, his eyes wearing an expression of curiosity and his tone full of doubt. Anne had a feeling he could see straight through her deceit. “Well I best be going out to the orchard. We’ll be coming in later for some lunch. See you my Delly Welly!”

“Say ‘Bye Papa’,” she replied with a grin, holding up Delphine’s hand in a waving motion. Bash returned the wave with one of his own and then turned around to exit through the back door, Anne’s nerves rattling almost as loudly as the darn thing when he shut it closed.

She sighed a breath of relief, turning back to finish her job with the baby’s bottle. His words had not been of a comfort to her in the slightest. The fault for Gilbert’s reserved behavior was entirely her doing, and to think, it could have been avoided altogether if she was not such a dunce when romantic feelings were involved. For an individual who spent a majority of her lifetime envisioning love and devising hundreds of stories filled with romantic dialogue and gestures, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert’s naivety toward navigating it in real-life was mystifying.

The redhead spent the rest of the morning, reading stories, singing songs, and watching Delphine crawl around the house, constantly having to keep an eye on her since the little girl had a tendency to put everything she found in her mouth. By the time the afternoon rolled around, the baby seemed to have worn herself out, and Anne sighed in contentment when she fell fast asleep in her basket.

Anne leaned her head on the wooden bench next to the baby’s basket and closed her eyes, intending only to keep them shut for a brief moment. Working in the field the day before and waking up early that morning had taken a toll on her. Not to mention the restless fits of sleep she experienced every night since Josie’s party. She would only rest for a few minutes longer…

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When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was Delphine was gone. Anne jolted upright, her eyes scanning the floor around her, assuming she must have crawled right out of her basket. How long had she slept for? Muttering curses at herself under her breath, she pulled herself off the ground, smoothing down her dress as she went, and startled in a surprise at the person who sat before her.

“Gilbert,” Anne breathed in greeting, her heart quickening its pace, then dropping down to her stomach when she fully took in his appearance. His muscular, tanned, and very sweaty, exposed chest was on display for her to gawk at from where she stood. He glanced up from where he was eating, and she averted her gaze down to her hands, which she was wringing together desperately in an attempt to regain her composure.

“Anne,” she heard him say in acknowledgement, the sound of his voice like a cold glass of water on a dry day to her parched ears.

She risked a glance back at him, his eyes still very much glued to her. “Delphine--I was looking for--” Anne started, suddenly recalling the missing infant.

Gilbert cut in before she could finish. “Bash took her out for a walk in the orchard. He told me he thought that you could use the break.”

“Oh well that was kind of him, but hardly necessary,” she stammered, her face surely an unattractive shade of dark red. Gilbert took another bite of his food, leaving her to continue standing awkwardly across from him.

Did he have no sense of decency? Of course it was boiling hot outside, but surely that did not mean he could not put his shirt back on when inside of the house. Especially with her being in the same room as him.

“Anne, you’ve been asleep for at least an hour. Bash and I needed the break. It’s hot enough to cause a heat stroke if you’re out there for too long today,” he informed her indifferently, going back to his food again and finally looking away from her.

The girl chewed restlessly on her lower lip, the words that had been building up since the night of Josie’s party threatening to burst out of her at any second. “Gilbert I wanted---” she tried helplessly, her thought catching in her throat. His dark brown eyes lifted from his plate, a guarded expression to them. She had enough.

“I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to leave you without saying a thing about what happened that night. You have every right to be mad and hurt at me. In fact, I almost wish you would yell at me right now because I truly deserve it. You are a good person who is worthy of someone far more sophisticated and beautiful and coherent than me. I am no more than an intoxicated fool who assumed she had some right to kiss you and touch you,” Anne’s voice trembling with unabashed honesty for once, laying herself bare for him to see. “I miss you. Your companionship and wisdom. Your kindness and patience. For I know I can be as stubborn as a mule and hot-headed with my temper and brash with my words--”

“Anne,” Gilbert broke in before she could finish her lament of her worst features, which slightly annoyed her since she wasn’t done listing all of the reasons why he should be cross with her. He rose from his seat and walked toward her, leaning back against the edge of the table so they were only feet apart. Waiting nervously for him to speak, she chanced a glance down at the freckle on his chest, directly beneath his collarbone.

“I was hurt,” he admitted quietly. “You drive me mad sometimes, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert.” His tone raised slightly and the copper-headed girl braced herself for his assault. This is what she deserved and she would take every insult he threw with acceptance.

“But you Anne--you are the most sophisticated, beautiful, and coherent person that I know.” She could have sworn her heart stopped beating in her chest when she heard him utter those words instead. “You have been all of those things, and so much more, since the first day I met you,” he confessed reverently.

His fingers reached out to rest cautiously on her chin and she lifted her head to look at him once more. This time, daring herself to hope again. She could see the softness returning to his face as she lost herself in the affectionate glow of his eyes. Her flesh erupted in goosebumps as his knuckles trailed up and down her cheek in a gentle rhythm, just like they had after she kissed him.

“I--I think I’m desperately in love with you Gil,” Anne gushed so openly that she almost smacked her hand over her mouth in shock. Perhaps he would run for the hills now after hearing such a bold declaration.

To her dismay, a low chuckle bellowed from Gilbert’s chest, then he was laughing to the point of hysterics, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes and running down his cheeks. Anne didn’t know whether to feel offended or content that this is how he chose to respond to her admission of love. “Are you sure you’re not the one who is drunk this time?” she mirthfully questioned, swatting him lightly on the arm.

He regained his composure, pulling her into a close embrace as he grinned down at her, his cheeks dimpling and eyes crinkling in happiness. “Anne-girl, there has been no one for me, but you. The moment you broke that slate across my head, I was a gone man. Never would I have dreamed that you would ever--”

Anne pressed her lips against his, silencing him, for she had heard everything that she already knew to be true deep down. Kissing him in his kitchen, the sun beating down heavily through the window, his hands steadying her, his heartbeat echoing her own, was everything she had ever wanted. She brought her fingers up into his unruly hair, this time feeling damp from sweat, but she could hardly care. His lips broke from hers and started trailing along her cheek then jaw then neck, leaving a searing mark on each inch of skin as he went.

“Gilbert,” she sighed, her brain a blur of euphoria. She could feel his smile in the crook of her neck as he pressed another kiss to a freckle he was quite intent on appreciating.

“Oi Blythe! Shirley!” The teenagers broke apart so rapidly Gilbert nearly toppled over the table. “What are you thinking, setting an example like this, in front of your poor niece,” Bash exclaimed loudly, bouncing the baby in his arms. “Don’t worry Delly, your papa will protect you from these two heathens,” he teased mercilessly, covering Delphine’s eyes.

Anne and Gilbert both released laughs of pent up awkwardness from the unexpected guest and gave each other timid looks.

“Next time, put a shirt on Blythe,” Bash declared, tossing him the one long forgotten from on the table. Gilbert accepted the item and pulled it over his head as Bash left the room, shaking his own head and smirking to himself.

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Gilbert took the opportunity to walk her back to Green Gables after dinner, her hand fitting securely into the crook of his arm. Her head rested lightly against his shoulder. The pair chatted amiably about the events that had unfolded during the week. She recited a new poem she had learned for Matthew, and Gilbert gave her a sidelong look of wonder like he couldn’t quite believe that she was real.

When they got to the gate in front of Green Gables, Anne was mournful to depart from him, despite knowing that they would be reunited tomorrow at the church picnic.

“So---that tragical romance you mentioned back at Mary and Bash’s wedding...,” Gilbert started unexpectedly, his gaze intent on her from across the fence.

“No longer remains to be seen,” Anne finished, reaching to stroke his cheek comfortingly.

Gilbert let out a sigh of relief and ducked to steal another kiss from her before Marilla called out from the front door. “Anne! Is that you?”

They both laughed quietly at the older woman’s outburst. “I guess that’s my cue,” the girl lamented, taking his hand in hers, not quite accepting the events that conspired today were real.

“Goodnight my Anne-girl.” Gilbert gave her hand a squeeze, and let her go, backing up slowly, his eyes remaining on her as he went. Anne watched him blissfully until she heard Marilla call her name again.

She spun around merrily and skipped to the house, her heart soaring with the knowledge that she was loved very dearly by Gilbert Blythe.

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castlevania-afterdark-imagines · 5 years

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In celebration of 666 followers…

Castlevania Afterdark Presents…

Featuring our 5th most requested character...

The devil forgemaster and animal lover himself...

Interview 1 of 5: Hector

Mod Soviet: Alright, in our number 5 most requested character answers countdown we have Hector! Thank you for taking time out of your busy forging job to be here.

Hector: Of course, I'm glad to be here.

S: Let's be honest here, you're just here for the animals.

H: Well, you might have a point about that.

S: Well consider yourself lucky because the audience went easy on you this round. At least for the choice of animal.

H: I- what?

S: Release the hounds!

A barrage of puppies arrive on the scene, all different breeds. The two most energetic labs arrive at Hector's chair just as he gives a delighted laugh and dropped to the floor to sit with them. Soon he's surrounded by a dozen furry babies, all torn between tugging on his clothes and playing with each other. Hector finds the small Havanese among the mix that is trying not to get trampled and holds her to his chest.

H: This has undoubtedly become the best day of my life! (He's clearly trying to remain calm so as to not upset the puppy cuddling into his neck but the glee in his face is evident).

S: Good! Because that might change after these questions.

H: What?

S: Nothing.

Mod Rose (whispering, from off to the side): Ask him the Dracula ones!

S: Shhhhh! We'll get there!

Hector is trying to referee a beagle and husky nipping match with one hand, pressing his check to the Havanese now biting at his hair.

S: Okay first question, "Would you ever want to be turned into a vampire?"

Hector laughs, setting the puppy into his lap to he can lift the nippy beagle with both hands.

H: I see you're picking the easy questions first.

R: You don't know the half of it!

H: I'd thought about the idea, and Dracula had discussed it with me. In the end I decided against it. Despite my resentment for humans-

Rose and Soviet try to not react but Rose visibly flinches and sniffles.

H: -there are distinct advantages. For one, if I was only able to come out at night I don't think these fellows would appreciate it.

He reaches out to scritch at an exposed lab's belly, giving a grin when it turns to know on his fingers.

H: And I do enjoy being in the sun, though finding time for that lately has been difficult.

S: So in light of a love for sunbathing and puppies being able to frolic on a summer afternoon... that's a no for you?

Hector laughs, ducking as a basset hound tries to leap at his back.

H: Correct, at least those are some of the reasons.

R: Valid, except for the sunbathing part.

S: Agreed. Okay next one, "what will you do when Dracula has finished his war?"

H: I suppose it will really depend on the state of the world afterwards. I've thought about returning to Rhodes, but I like the countryside here. Perhaps I'd stay, find somewhere isolated that I can learn more about the types of wildlife in the North.

S: And add to your little friend collection?

H: I'd hardly call them that. (He's petting the Havanese snoozing in his lap, finding the spot under its chin that makes its paws wiggle in its dreams) But yes, I imagine I would find many companions here.

R: Can I volunte-

S: Next question.

R: You cockblockin-

S: "Are you a virgin?"

R: Oooh.

Hector makes a small grimace before quickly diverting his eyes to the pups.

H: Keeping a lot of reanimated animals is hardly an effective means of attracting a mate. Not to mention I found my distaste for humans very young in life-

S: So yes.

H: Yes, and I'm not bothered by it.

S and R: Valid.

H: Why would anyone want to know that?

S: (Raises an eyebrow) Oh, that's the tamest of the related question line.

H: Oh.

S: But let's begin with one of the more tame asks.

H: How generous...

S: "What would your ideal lover be like?"

Hector goes red at the tops of his ears, quickly becoming fascinated with inspecting the length of the basset puppy's ears.

H: Why would anyone-

S: So they can take notes. (Soviet gestures at Rose who already has a pen and paper prepared.)

Hector grimaces a little before sighing and straightening his posture a bit.

H: Very well. If I had to list qualities they would be...kind, reasonable, and possess a love for animals, of course. (He smiles softly as he gently moves the sleeping pup from his lap so it isn't disturbed by the more rambunctious ones trying to clamber in for their turn.) I'm sorry, I'd never thought to try and come up with anything so specific.

S: That's fine, anything else you'd like to put on your wish list?

Hector laughs, running a hand through his hair.

H: They'd have to be alright with my forging, though it might be nice if they had an area of study they liked as well. Then we'd never get bored of each other, because we would always have something the other doesn't know but could share.

R: (Talking to Soviet) This is a more pure response than I think we're used to dealing with.

S: Correct, but I mean- (She gestures at the man surrounded by puppies all either fighting for his attention or taking a snooze around him.)

R: You're not wrong.

H: If that's enough of an answer...

S: Sure, that's fine. Next one is more exciting anyway.

H: Oh, good.

S: "What if your significant other surprised you by waiting in your room in a lacey little snow white lingerie set?"

Hector breaks into laughter, which spreads to Rose and Soviet.

H: Again, I've never thought to consider something so specific! (He is shaking his head and grinning at the golden retriever that he's pinned in its back with his hand, giving quick little pets to while trying to avoid having his fingers chewed.) 'What if' indeed. Well, I certainly can't say I'd object to it."

R: Oooh?

H: (He gives a shrug) I am only a man, and there are some things about our nature that will never change.

S: And that includes appreciation for snow white lingerie?

Hector huffs a laugh through his nose, turning a little red and directing his eyes down.

H: Something like that.

S: You're more than welcome to clarify.

R: Please do.

H: I will pass, thank you.

R and S: Damn. (This results in another little outbreak of laughter from all three.)

S: Okay then, "Do you have a crush on some in Dracula's court?"

Hector rolls his eyes, again turning his attention to the puppies.

H: No, I don't, white lingerie or no.

Rose purses her lips in a pout, but Soviet grins.

S: More specifically, "do you have a crush on Isaac?" (Rose starts grinning again.)

Hector barks a laugh, spooking one of the pups. He quickly reaches out to scoop it up and set it on his lap.

H: Not at all, no. I respect him, and his work, but I don't fancy him. Admittedly he's made some remarks that I didn't understand, but that's no different than some of the others in the castle. I hardly understand Godbrand either.

Mod Rose and Mod Soviet exchange raised eyebrows, but don't interrupt.

R: Not even a little?

H: I... (Hector seems to turn the idea in his head, tilting his head a bit before shrugging). He is good looking, I suppose. But I prefer to keep things professional between us.

R: Don't sleep with coworkers is a pretty fair bit of advice.

Hector again rolls his eyes but he's chuckling. Now that the initial shock of questions is wearing off he doesn't seem as bothered at least humoring the proposed questions.

S: Uh oh.

H and R: What?

S: "Is it bothering to be the third wheel between Dracula and Isaac?"

R breaks into giggles while Hectors previous humor seems to have dropped back to mild confusion.

H: Third wheel between- no, it isn't bothersome because nothing is happening there. Or if there is I am not part of it.

S: Would you be opposed if there was?

H: I think the leader of the war and his two generals engaging in romantic affairs while waging said war would be a terrible idea.

S: (to Rose) I want to say that's wrong but...

R: Afterwards?

S: Afterwards.

Hector sighs, stretching out on his side to lie among the puppy pile that has turned into a cuddle puddle. He's started rearranging some of them by size so nobody is getting squished.

H: I presume there's more asking this line of questioning. You did say 'Dracula questions' earlier.

S: "Do you call Dracula 'Daddy' in private?"

Hector chokes in a laugh, flopping into his back and putting a hand over his eyes. He's still chortling to himself when he finally uncovers them.

H: No, I don't.

R: A likely story.

H: Believe what you like, but I have more respect for him than I ever did for my father. Calling him that would be an insult.

S: I...I don't think they meant that way but also can't argue with that reasoning.

H: I also don't think his son would appreciate that very much either.

R: Who said he has to know?

H: I still wouldn't risk it.

S: Maybe this would be a better risk instead.

Hector raises an eyebrow, propping back up on his elbow.

S: "I have heard there are orgies in Dracula's court. Is it true?"

Hector shakes his head, having to lean up a little more to avoid a small weiner dog who has woken up and is trying to nip away his ear.

H: I don't know who said that, nor if that is true. I've certainly never been invited.

S: Maybe Cezar chews up the invitations?

H: He's more intelligent than I give him credit for if that's true.

R: You really wouldn't go?

H: Of course not. Even if these orgies were happening I know Godbrand would be responsible for starting it.

Both Mod Rose and Mod Soviet grimace.

H: That is exactly my point.

S: Now that that horrifying image is in my head forever... (Mod Rose gags in the background) This last question is probably the most lewd (Rose stops gagging and looks up), filthy (Rose’s eyes glitter), outright scandalous ask of them all. Are you ready?

H: No.

R: Yes!

Hector lies back down, lifting up the snoozy Havanese and setting it over his eyes.

H: Just say it then.

S: The last ask is... "Can I please marry you and take care of you?? Sorry! I am just so happy you exist! 💜💜💜 have some cookies!”

Hector convulses with laughter, having to scoot the puppy off his face when it startles awake. Rose looks somewhere between delighted and very disappointed.

H: I- ha! You had me prepared for the worst.

S: Well the real bad news is the puppies got into the cookies before this. Thankfully no belly aches, but that’s no dessert for you.

H: That’s fine, this was fun.Though if I’m honest I much prefer that last question to the few previous. Though I admit I’m not used to being taken care of, so that would take some getting used to.

Hector sits back up, holding the Havanese to his chest.

S: Well, thank you very much for coming in.

H: Of course, my pleasure.

R: I’m gonna have to ask you to put the puppies down though.

Hector pauses mid shifting the Havanese to one arm so he can reach for the Weiner dog with the other.

H: What?

R: We need those for the next interview.

H: Ah, I see.

Hector makes no move to put them down.

S: Well...he could take one.

R: Two?

S: Fine, two.

Hector grins, shouldering up the pups into his arms and casting a wistful look at the remaining pack.

H: Well for their sake I hope it’s someone who is good to them and can care for them.

Mod Rose chokes on a laugh while Mod Soviet suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting.

S: Let’s just say they’ll do their best...

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Number Two

Genre: Romance/fluff

Warnings: sorta nsfw, talk about sex

Chapter: 1/?. Chapter 0/prequel to this: https://quaememinisse.tumblr.com/post/189691603846/number-2-prequel …I wrote it after this lol.

Description: Bucky thinks his wife is pregnant and she wants nothing to do with it.

Author’s Note: So, this is an extension of a story I already wrote. I tend to write little one shots about it now and then. And right now, I’m in one of those moods. If you’d like to start from the beginning, you can find the original story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2799851/chapters/6284765

“Can you pull over for a second? I think we just passed that meat shop and I swear I can smell it and I’m going to—” Cherise retches. Bucky’s eyes widen and he glides to the side of the street, putting the car in park. Cherise barely waits until he comes to a complete stop before she rushes out of the passenger’s side door and leans over on the sidewalk.

“Baby?” Bucky calls concernedly from inside their Rav4. He unbuckles his seatbelt hastily and jogs around the vehicle to come to Cherise’s side. He places his flesh hand at the small of her back, using the bionic one to pull her hair back and hold it there.

“Cherry?” he asks. She retches again, but nothing ever comes up.

“Ohhhh,” she groans, clutching her knees for a handful of seconds.

“I didn’t smell anything,” he says, sighing, hoping his wife is alright. And then his heart races.

“Are you pregnant?” he asks, unable to hide the smile in his voice. Cherise answers without hesitation.

“No.”

But how is she to really know? Bucky wonders, cocking a brow. He thought that his pullout game was strong, as they said, but in the past 8 or so years, it had taken Cherise a long time to finally conceive their daughter. So, he knew how difficult it was for her to get pregnant at all. However, it took about 2 years of trying in the first place, and their daughter is five years old now. It wasn’t impossible.

“You sure?” Bucky asks. Cherise turns her head to the side and rolls her eyes at him. This genuinely irritates Bucky, but he laughs, deciding not to make anything out of it.

“I’m o…I’m alright. You didn’t smell that, James?” she asks.

“Nope,” he says.

She stands up, sighs.

“Alright, let’s go. I don’t want to be super late,” she explains. They are on their way to the Avenger’s Facility for a party, in celebration of one of Dr. Cho’s most recent achievements. They had left Christina home with a babysitter, an agent on the new team. It had taken Cherise forever to finally convince Bucky to leave their daughter with a babysitter. He didn’t trust anyone with their child, except for Steve, Sam, a handful of people. But this agent was someone that Cherise had been working in her lab with, occasionally with Dr. Cho, and passed all of Bucky’s tests with flying colors. Cherise was determined to get to this party.

“There’s no rush, babe,” Bucky reassures before closing her car door. Cherise buckles up, gesturing to Bucky to get his ass back in the driver’s seat. He keeps gazing over at Cherise worriedly every five seconds or so. She sighs with irritation.

“I’m fine,” she promises.

“Okay, okay. You don’t gotta give me an attitude. I just care about you, that’s all.”

Cherise checks her makeup in the mirror for a second. And when she groans and rolls the window down, Bucky stops at a red light to stare at her. She doesn’t notice now because her head is out the window.

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” he says gently, knowing this is the last thing that Cherise wants to hear at the moment, “‘Cause you never get sick, babe. We should swing by the pharmacy on our way home.”

“No,” Cherise says emptily. She retches again.

The light turns green and he keeps driving, continuing to gaze at Cherise every couple of seconds. She has her head further out of the window now.

“I think you’re pregnant,” he states.

“Can you stop saying that, James? You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Excuse me?” he asks, cocking a brow. Her attitude is beginning to grate on his nerves.

“Just stop saying that,” Cherise adds, turning to look at him a moment.

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s not like it’s not possible. We have unprotected sex all the time.”

Cherise leans out the window again.

“Hey—be careful over there,” Bucky says loudly, intentionally slowing down a bit but continuing to drive.

“You’re gonna fall out the goddamn window,” he says, yanking her dress at the rear.

“Don’t do that!” Cherise yells, swatting his hand away, “I just ironed this dress and you’re going to ruin it.”

“Cherise, get in the goddamn car,” he says sternly.

“Shut up!”

“What? What did you say to me? I really don’t appreciate your attitude right now. Don’t talk to me like that,” he says. He tugs harder on her dress.

“STOP!”

“Cherise, you’re acting crazy right now,” he says, slowing to a stop at another red light. She sits back down.

“Can you—shhhhh—just be quiet for a little bit? I’m getting a fucking headache.”

Bucky glares at her, losing his patience. She never talks to him quite so rudely. He lightly taps the gas as the light turns green. He shakes his head.

“God…you’re nauseous, your attitude is all over the place…I think you’re pregnant.”

"I'm not pregnant!" She yells, louder than she'd meant to. Bucky sighs with visible frustration, pulling over once more and putting the car in park rather abruptly. Cherise begins to cry. He looks at her with concern. She’s rarely argumentative with him. She’s rarely as moody as she’d been all week, but Bucky distinctly remembers her being like this, and nauseous, too, when they found out she was pregnant with Christina.

"Honey...I know this is hard to hear, but you could be. We haven't entirely been using protection for close to a whole year now, you’re not on the pill—nothing. You know that." Cherise glances at Bucky and sobs. He frowns, apologizing repeatedly, reaching into the dashboard for tissues. Cherise jumps out of the car this time, lands on her knees, and Bucky can tell that she’s throwing up. The wet splatter on the pavement is audible as he steps out of the car and hurries to her side again. He starts to rub her back comfortingly and a second wave of vomit hits.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, pulling a tissue out of the case and waiting for it to end so that Cherise can wipe her mouth.

“I don’t know,” she cries, wiping her mouth profusely. Her lipstick is gone now.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Bucky says gently, pulling her into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” she cries. He knows that she’s apologizing to him for her attitude.

“It’s okay,” he says, picking her up.

“Look, maybe we should just go home since you’re clearly not feeling—”

“No—please,” Cherise begs as soon as he places her back in the car.

“But Cherry—”

“I’m sorry I was mean to you, okay? But I don’t want to think about what you’re saying right now. I just want to go and enjoy myself for a little bit and not think about that.” She sighs, wiping her eyes with another tissue he had offered her. She takes a deep breath.

“I feel a little better now. I promise.”

Bucky sighs.

“I don’t know. You never throw up, Cherry. The only times I’ve ever seen you throw up was when—” he cuts himself off, sighing, glancing up the road where the Avenger’s Facility isn’t far ahead of them now. Cherise takes a deep breath and holds it. When Bucky looks at her again, she has her eyes closed.

“James…please. I just want to go to this party. Then we can go get as many pregnancy tests as you want, okay?”

He shrugs, not liking the idea of watching Cherise hide her discomfort around all of their friends for the evening.

“Okay, doll. We’ll do whatever you want,” he says, kissing her temple. He lingers there, leaning in the door and placing his hand on her knee.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, though. I hope you kno—”

“I know. I’m sorry I was rude,” she says, looking him in the eyes. She kisses his cheek and he grins before buckling her seatbelt and closing her door. He hides his sadness as he walks back around to the driver’s seat, knowing that if she is in fact pregnant, she doesn’t want the baby. Deep down, he understands why she wouldn’t. Her pregnancy with Christina had been hell on earth. And Bucky was there to witness it all for the nine months that it took. She’d basically had hyperemesis gravidarum and had also contracted a pretty bad cold, both of which had her hospitalized a few times.

And he felt badly and helpless for the entire thing, watching her be sick and so uncomfortable until their daughter was finally born. She was as happy as he was when they held Christina in their arms, but Cherise had even mentioned to Bucky that she’d thought of having her tubes tied after she had their daughter. That’s how bad the pregnancy was. She made it clear that she didn’t want to deal with anything like it ever again. It made Bucky sad deep down, because he always thought that they should have two children, so their daughter could have a playmate. And also because he really badly wanted a son. But he always put on a brave face and told Cherise that he would support any decision she decided to make with her reproductive health. He respected that it was her body and ultimately her choice, and he wasn’t going to try and take that freedom away from her.

She never did get her tubes tied, however, deciding, after all the research she did on the procedure, that its potential side effects were much worse than she was willing to take a chance at. She’d tried the pill and only managed to stay on it about one month, as they made her so sick to her stomach that she couldn’t eat or function the way that she wanted to. On top of that, she had a rare respiratory side effect with the hormones which went away the day after she flushed the pills down the toilet. And Bucky knew that Cherise was terrified of IUDs, after having told him some of the horror stories about their insertion or side effects that some of her girlfriends had experienced with it. The only thing she could handle were polyurethane or polyisoprene condoms, because the latex ones burned her internally.

Bucky felt for her. He’d suggested that he would get a vasectomy so she wouldn’t worry about it anymore (even though this was something he didn’t really want to do). But Cherise had refused to let him. She’d said she liked making him cum, especially when she’d finish him off with her hands or in her mouth, and didn’t want that not to be a part of sex anymore. Sometimes Bucky wondered if maybe she really did want another baby, and perhaps she simply wasn’t ready for it to happen for a while longer. So, he kept hopeful that Cherise might change her mind when Christina was maybe 8 or 10 years old. Cherise had a tough time with contraception, so the two of them relied solely on withdrawal. Cherise tracked her cycle and was relatively reluctant to have sex with Bucky when she was supposed to be ovulating, which bothered Bucky deep down because when she was most fertile, she was at her horniest.

Back when they were actually trying to conceive, Bucky had joined Cherise in tracking her periods, and very intently learned about periods and fertility, and he realized that there were phases where she was extremely horny. Those were fun times. So, he didn’t like that she would force herself to forego sex and just masturbate instead. Sex has always been one of their favorite activities as a couple, and she didn’t like doing it during her period very often, which meant that Bucky could hardly touch her for up to three weeks at a time some months.

Despite this, he had discussed it with her when Christina was about a year and a half old that he still wished they could also have a boy. These conversations always led to Cherise reminding him how hard her pregnancy had been and he would just apologize and shut up about it, feeling guilty for asking her to go through it again. He would shut up about it for a while and then bring it up again occasionally, especially after spending time watching Steve’s son when he and Natasha would go out or go away and leave their son in Cherise’s and Bucky’s care. Bucky loved playing baseball with his nephew and doing more male-oriented things, which the kid seemed to enjoy much more than Christina did. It wasn’t that Bucky didn’t and couldn’t bond with his daughter. In fact, he loved her more than anything in the world, right up there with Cherise. He just wanted a son.

These thoughts finally begin to fade a bit as Bucky scans his flesh hand on the digital security pad at the gate, Cherise wrapped in his bionic arm. She keeps sighing, and Bucky knows she had lied to him about feeling better after throwing up and doesn’t want to admit it. He kisses her temple again.

“I love you,” she says appreciatively.

“I love you more,” he says, adjusting his tie.

The gate opens and the two of them walk through. There are moments where Bucky steals glances at Cherise while he’s talking to Sam and Steve. Cherise is across the loud room, talking to Dr. Cho and a few other women, Bucky unable to hear her. But he notices it when Steve cocks his head to the side curiously when he picks up on Bucky staring at his wife worriedly. He knows that when he and Steve are alone, Steve’s going to ask him if everything is alright. He sees Cherise hurry away towards the hall where the restrooms are. He checks his watch when a full ten minutes pass and Cherise doesn’t make a reappearance. He excuses himself from the conversation which Thor has now joined in on under the guise of wanting to get a refill on his drink. He taps Wanda on the shoulder at the bar where she’s just observing the crowd with a drink in her hand. She grins and leans her head towards him to hear him make a request.

“Hey, how are you, Wanda?”

“I’m great! Where’s Cherise?” she asks loudly.

“Well, that’s actually what I was gonna come over here to ask you about, honestly. I saw her go to the bathroom about ten minutes ago and she hasn’t come back. When you get a chance, would you mind just going into the women’s room and checking on her? She’s been sick and threw up before we got here and I just wanna make sure she’s okay. She didn’t want to miss this party,” he explains, “And I don’t want to just walk into the women’s room unannounced. It’s crowded here tonight.”

“Oh no,” Wanda says, placing a hand over her mouth a moment, “Yeah—of course, I’ll go find out right now. Just give me a minute.”

Bucky thanks her. Wanda hops down off of the stool and starts to weave through the crowd. He waves down the bartender and asks for a refill of the wine he was drinking. It’s only two minutes before he catches sight of Wanda walking back towards the bar, laughing with Cherise by her side. He sighs in relief for a moment before waving to the women and making his way back to the guys. At the very least, she’s standing and talking, apparently enjoying herself.

Cherise falls asleep in the car on the way to Walgreens. Bucky parks outside the one not far from their house. It’s only 10PM, but he rationalizes that Cherise drank a little more than she should. She didn’t generally drink, but some types of alcohol made her fall asleep. He unbuckles his seatbelt, gently tucking some hair behind Cherise’s ear before quietly closing and locking the car door. He knew exactly which aisle to go down because some months, when Cherise’s cramps were too bad to leave the comfort of their bad, he would go and buy the organic tampons she would run out of, and he’d seen pregnancy tests in that same aisle before. He grabs three boxes, remarking to himself how stupid expensive they are, but the yellow tag on the shelf tells him they’re on sale and he smiles, grabbing a fourth box.

The cashier, a tiny teenage-looking girl, blushes at him madly, smiling nervously. Bucky grins. She bats her lashes at him flirtatiously.

“H-how is your night going sir?” she asks.

“Well, my wife and I are on our way home from a party, so I would say it’s going pretty well.”

“That’s nice,” she chimes, appearing very interested in his explanation.

The cashier is staring him up and down, obviously smitten. She rings up the boxes in a manner that Bucky thinks is extremely distractedly. He laughs to himself.

“I know, it looks like a lot, but we just want to be sure. Sometimes you get false negatives with these things,” he explains.

“Whoever she is, she’s a lucky woman,” the cashier explains, bagging the boxes, laughing nervously.

“That’s a sweet thing to say,” he says, flashing the cashier a smile and pulling out his Visa and slipping it in the chip reader. The cashier giggles and leans on the counter with her chin in her palm, staring at him until the machine beeps and she presses whatever buttons she’s supposed to press on the computer.

“Your receipt,” she says, handing it to him. Bucky nods.

“Have a great night, doll,” he says, winking. The cashier laughs blowing a large pink bubble with her gum, and gazing after Bucky dreamily. Cherise had woken up by the time Bucky makes his way back to their car. He finds her texting. She smiles at him as he slips into his seat.

“Bucky—how many tests did you buy?!” she asks, opening the bag and then looking at him like he’s crazy.

“Well, they were on sale, honey.”

“You’re crazy,” she laughs.

“Cashier was hitting on me,” he says, staring in the rearview mirror as he backs out of the space. Cherise laughs at this. Shortly after, she rolls the window down and sticks her head out of it again, groaning.

“Yeah, we really need to get you that test, honey.”

To his relief, Cherise doesn’t argue with him. But by the time they get home and relieve the babysitter, Cherise explains that she’s too tired to do the test tonight and would rather do it in the morning. This disappoints Bucky a little bit, but he doesn’t argue, and Cherise goes to shower. He knows that part of her is just afraid that the result is going to be positive and she’s not ready to deal with it. He quietly opens the door to their daughter’s bedroom to stick his head in and admire her for a minute. He sneaks in, unable to stand how beautiful the child is, and kneels at the side of her bed to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he makes his way to the bedroom, Cherise is sleepily putting on her pajamas and climbing into bed.

“I love you, Bucky,” she says, blowing him a kiss. He smiles.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he explains, turning the lamp off and kissing Cherise’s cheek.

“Okay,” she yawns. He hears her groan again as soon as he leaves the room. He walks back down the stairs and opens the bag of pregnancy tests. He opens one and reads all of the instructions three times in a row before realizing that he’s driving himself insane with wonder and should try to get some sleep. He sleeps under seven hours before waking up to the sound of Cherise retching over the waste bin by their bed. She’s on the floor on her knees, whimpering as quietly as she can over it. She hadn’t wanted him to hear this, it seems, but wasn’t feeling well enough to make it to the bathroom and close the door where it was guaranteed that he wouldn’t. He glances at the alarm clock to see that it’s not long before 7AM. Cherise must have woken up this way.

“Baby,” he says, hopping out of bed and rushing over to her. She starts to cry when he kneels there with her, attempting to hold her. She keeps struggling out of his grasp.

“Please, James. N-no contact right now. I—I feel sick. Something is wrong,” she says, what seems more like to herself than to him. He sighs and pushes a hand through his hair.

“I think maybe—maybe I have the flu or…” she starts crying again.

“Babe, let’s take the test now. Please,” Bucky begs, rubbing her back, “Just one.”

She closes her eyes a long moment before nodding her head.

Bucky paces quietly, but anxiously in the hallway. He doesn't want to wake their little girl this early on a Saturday. The sun is just barely up. He pauses at the sound of the toilet flushing, knowing Cherise has peed on the stick already. His heart throbs. He's hoping it will be a positive result, even though he knows that she doesn't want it to be. He sits on the top step. A handful of deep breaths help to calm his nerves. He rubs his flesh hand up and down his prosthetic arm repeatedly, waiting. And in a few minutes, long enough that the result should have appeared by now, Cherise doesn't come out of the bathroom, but Bucky can hear her. She's crying audibly. He jumps up and rushes into the bathroom, finding his wife rocking back and forth on the floor by the tub. She glances up at him and he dives for the digital test on the bathroom floor.

"You're pregnant? ...Cherry, you're pregnant." He grins. He knew he was right! She had been way more moody than she usually is, and when she had blown up at him again last night, he knew something was going on with her. She shakes her head and Bucky's smile fades. He wraps his arms around Cherise, shushing her, growing frustrated when she pushes him away, beginning to cry louder. He hurries to close the door gently before trying to comfort Cherise again. She picks up the pregnancy test box and chucks it angrily at the wall. Bucky's eyes widen and he practically restrains her.

"Hey—stop that. Come on, baby," he says. Eventually she stops trying to struggle out of his grasp.

"Cherry, please...try to relax."

She looks at him sadly.

"You don't want to be pregnant," he states, unable to completely hide his disappointment.

"I'm sorry, James...but I don't want this. I can’t deal with this," she says.

He closes his eyes for a little bit.

“It’s going to be okay, Cherry. We’ll deal with this however you want. You know that I’ll support anything you choose, baby. I just want you to be okay.”

Cherise nods. She squeezes him tightly for a long moment.

Bucky spends the day waiting on Cherise, pausing only to get their daughter up and feed her breakfast, play with her for a bit, before setting her up with one of the myriad of animal kid’s movies that she likes. Cherise had turned on the cooking channel in their room.

“I wanna eat so badly, but I know I’ll probably just throw it up.” She sighs, Bucky urging her to sit up and drink some more of the ginger ale he had poured her.

“...Are you mad at me, Bucky?” she asks, tearing up again.

“No, babe. Not at all.”

“Just tell me the truth, Bucky. I know how badly you want a boy…you can just tell me,” she says. He stares into the distance for a moment.

“Cherry, it’s really not…I know how difficult being pregnant is for you. I’m witnessing it right now. This isn’t about me or what I want. I just need you to be okay.”

Cherise sighs, and Bucky knows that she doesn’t like his answer. He dances around the truth.

“Look, James…I’ll just think about it, okay? But right now I’m just…shocked. I can’t imagine going through nine months of this again, like I did with Stina.”

Bucky turns to face her.

“I just want you happy, Cherry,” he promises. But he’s happy she said she would think about it.

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It Takes a Village, Chapter 9/12

Some things haven't changed, and one of those things is Yandere's propensity for nightmares. Luckily, his dad is there to comfort him.

In other words, Dr. Dad to the rescue ;w;

Tags: @tired-eldritchhorror @peribloke (ask to be tagged!)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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Enjoy!

Late one night, Dr. Iplier is awoken by crying.

He groans as he forces his tired body into a sitting position in bed. He turns on his bedside lamp and rubs his eyes as the crying continues, coming from Yandere’s crib.

“I hear you, sweetheart,” Dr. Iplier says through a yawn, “Give me one moment.”

He gets out of bed and pads over to Yandere’s crib, looking inside to see the baby red-faced, tears running down his cheeks as he sobs harshly. He reaches out for Dr. Iplier, begging to be held. Dr. Iplier’s heart twists a little.

“Easy, sweet pea, I’m here,” Dr. Iplier murmurs as he lifts Yandere out of the crib and hugs him to his chest. Yandere grabs onto the strap of his tank top and bawls into his shoulder as Dr. Iplier strokes his hair and gently sways in place.

It’s far from rare for babies to wake up during the night like this. Dr. Iplier knows that, and this isn’t the first time he’s been woken up by Yandere’s cries. Normally a few minutes of soothing are all he needs to go back to sleep…that is, that was all he needed until after the kidnapping incident. Babies rarely have nightmares, Dr. Iplier knows; night terrors are much more common, and although they’re frightening for parents, the baby always wakes up fine, with no memory of what made them thrash and cry in their sleep during the night. But it’s too much of a coincidence that Yandere began to wake up crying nearly every night since the kidnapping for it not to be caused by nightmares. He’s not a normal human baby, after all, so anything is possible. In the week since the incident, Yandere has awoken in tears five different nights, and is harder and harder to soothe each time. During the day, he seems fine and happy, but it all seems to come back at night. Dr. Iplier has a multitude of remedies he could offer if Yandere were his normal age, but none of those would work on a baby. All he can do is comfort, but he feels like his comfort is getting less and less effective with each passing night. It breaks his heart so see his boy so upset and to know there’s very little he can do.

“Shhh, honeybee, shhhhh,” he whispers, kissing the top of Yandere’s head, “It’s okay, you’re safe, Dada’s here…”

Yandere’s crying barely lessens, and his sobs stutter as he starts to get the hiccups. It only serves to make him more miserable, and his howling somehow gets louder. At this rate he’ll wake the whole building, but Dr. Iplier just wants him to stop feeling so upset.

“Oh, little lamb, I know,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss Yandere’s tear-stained cheek, “I know you’re upset. You had a bad dream about those terrible people who took you, didn’t you? Hey, hey, shh,” he says gently, soothing Yandere after a particularly harsh wail, “You don’t have to be scared, you’re safe at home, and those bad people are gone. I’m right here, I’ll keep you safe.”

Even as he says that, Dr. Iplier wonders if it’s any comfort. Those men were able to swoop in and kidnap Yandere with little effort. Dr. Iplier had spent the hour after the incident cursing at himself for not being more aware of his surroundings, for not fighting harder when they’d first grabbed him, for not being able to stop them from hurting Yandere (he’s heard and seen that slap in his own dreams more than once) and taking him away. He’d replayed the whole thing in his mind a hundred times, even after his despair gave way to restless anticipation. He'd paced the clinic floor as Plus tried to urge him back to bed, mind mulling over all the things he could’ve done differently. He’d hoped that it was over when Silver brought Yandere back happy and well, but though children are resilient, babies are more aware than many think.

Some minutes of whispered words, soft swaying, and even a little bouncing have almost no effect on Yandere’s distress. His hiccups go away at some point but his sobs persist, and Dr. Iplier starts to wonder if there’s anything else he can do. There has to be something, anything that’s better than trying to comfort Yandere until he cries himself to sleep. He tries to give Yandere a pacifier, but he won’t take it, letting it fall out of his mouth the first time and pushing it away when Dr. Iplier tries again. It’s too late at night to give him a food treat to distract him, and he’s no doubt too tired to play. Dr. Iplier knows from experience that aggressive positivity, big smiles and playfulness and quickly spoken reassurances, only work on Yandere if he’s on the cusp of tears, not already crying. He doesn’t want to spend all night soothing Yandere, but more importantly, he doesn’t want Yandere to spend all night in tears.

Yandere suddenly breathes in wrong and starts to cough, and Dr. Iplier moves his hand from his hair to his back, rubbing in circles.

“Easy, lovebug, you’re okay,” Dr. Iplier tells him, “Did some spit go down the wrong pipe?”

Yandere catches his breath, and Dr. Iplier wonders if the pause might make him realize he’s too tired to cry anymore. But the moment passes, and Yandere whimpers before he starts to cry again.

“Oh, Yan,” Dr. Iplier sighs, sad for his baby all over again, “Shhhh, shh-shh-shh…”

He starts to hum as he resumes swaying, not any song in particular, just a soft slow tune he makes up as he goes along.

Suddenly a thought occurs to him: What if he sang to comfort Yandere? It’s something that babies tend to like, and Dr. Iplier hasn’t tried it before. At the very least, maybe it’ll lessen his tears. What to sing, though? Dr. Iplier has some bands he likes, but most of their work isn’t suited for lullabies, and he doesn’t know all the words to every song. He tries to think about songs he does know, songs that are sweet and slow and pleasant, something that can serve as a lullaby even if it wasn’t meant to be one.

He gets an idea, and smiles softly as he looks down at Yandere, laying a hand on his cheek and wiping tears. Yandere looks up at him with round, wet eyes.

“I see fields of green,” Dr. Iplier sings, “Red roses, too…” Yandere tilts his head. “I see them bloom, for me and you…” Dr. Iplier sways to the tune as he continues, gently moving back and forth. “And I think to myself…what a wonderful world…”

None of the egos can sing like MarkBop can, but all of them can at least carry a tune thanks to Mark’s efforts to learn how to sing. Dr. Iplier wouldn’t describe his singing as anything special, but he's able to keep his voice low and smooth. Although Yandere continues to cry, he seems highly focused on Dr. Iplier’s voice.

“I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,” Dr. Iplier continues, “The bright, blessed days, the dark, sacred nights…” Yandere sniffles, and Dr. Iplier gently pokes his nose, smiling as he scrunches up his face. “And I think to myself…what a wonderful world…”

Yandere, though still very much crying, isn’t bawling like he was before. His sobs are more sniffly and quiet, like he wants to feel better but doesn’t quite yet. Dr. Iplier keeps rocking him and wiping his tears as he sings.

“The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,” he continues, pressing a quick kiss to Yandere’s forehead between lines, “Are also on the faces, of people going by…I see friends shaking hands,” he gently takes one of Yandere’s tiny hands in his, “Saying how do you do…” He presses a kiss to Yandere’s fingers, and the baby looks up at him with only slightly teary eyes. “They’re really saying, I love you…”

Yandere yawns, squeezing what seem to be the last few tears out of his eyes and down his cheeks. His face is still a bit red from all his exertion, but he’s much calmer than he was before Dr. Iplier started singing. Dr. Iplier releases his hand, and Yandere rubs his eyes.

“I hear babies cry,” Dr. Iplier goes on, laughing a little as he nuzzles Yandere’s hair, “I watch them grow…” He presses his forehead to Yandere’s. “They’ll learn so much more, than I’ll ever know…” Yandere finally smiles, a tiny, tired grin. “And I think to myself…what a wonderful world…” Dr. Iplier slowly stops swaying, letting the rhythm reach its end. “Yes, I think to myself…” One more kiss, this time to Yandere’s sticky cheek. “What a wonderful world.”

Yandere lets out a tired giggle before snuggling into Dr. Iplier’s shoulder. Dr. Iplier gently puts Yandere’s pacifier in his mouth again, and this time he accepts it without protest, slowly sucking as he leans against the doctor’s shoulder. Dr. Iplier carries him back to his crib, kissing the top of his head before laying him down.

“I love you, Yan,” he murmurs, adoringly stroking Yandere’s cheek. “I love you so, so much.” Yandere, already almost asleep, doesn’t respond, but Dr. Iplier beams down at him regardless. He yawns, taking his hand away from Yandere’s cheek to cover his mouth. “Time for Dad to go to sleep, too,” he muses, half to himself.

He goes back to bed and turns off his bedside lamp, falling asleep nearly as fast as Yandere did. The rest of the night passes peacefully.

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All Aboard - A Holiday Epilogue

Merry (Way Late) Christmas @xhookswenchx ! Please accept this humble offering from me, Mrs. Secret Santa, although not so secret now. I hope you enjoy this fluffy and smutty follow up to All Aboard.

For those of you who don’t know, the original story was based on this post by @xhookswenchx and therefore, the story was only possible because of her. What better way to help me continue to say thanks for the inspiration than to dedicate this holiday epilogue to her.

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I love writing this version of Emma and Killian simply because they are gone for each other and need each other like all the time. They started off hot and heavy, and even though they aren’t on a train this time, they are still at it. Thank you again to @hookedonapirate for beta reading and feedback!

Epilogue

Several Years Later…

Emma wanted nothing more than to take a nap, but she needed to be ready to volunteer in thirty minutes. This year they were going to the local orphanage to help serve a family style dinner, give out presents, and spend time with the children. Maybe she’d have time to nap afterward.

It had been a busy day already, what with waking up early (on a day off from patrolling Storybrooke as David’s second in command) to brave the throngs of last minute holiday shoppers for the gifts she and Killian had waited until the last minute to procure for tonight’s Dirty Santa gift exchange.

They were attending a holiday party thrown by Mary Margaret’s and Elsa’s co-worker Ruby Hunter and her husband Graham, who was also one of David’s deputies. Killian and Emma were going to pass on the party, but when they found out the Nolans, the other Jones family, as well as new friends from the shipping business, Will and Belle Scarlet, and David’s other deputy, Robin Locksley and his wife, Regina were all attending, they didn’t want to be the only Christmas Scrooges, so they’d decided to go.

Looking into the vanity mirror, Emma finished her makeup with a layer of color to her lips. Rubbing them together and popping them open, she smiled at the decadent holiday color Killian had picked out while they’d been out shopping earlier.

“Ah!” Emma yelled when Killian snuck up behind her and tickled her waist before wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Killian nuzzled his nose between her hair and her neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell divine,” he told her, then proceeded to plant a line of kisses along her neck and down her shoulder.

“Stop it, we’re going to be late.” She shivered just a bit when she felt his cock pressing into her backside. She really could go for a good fuck right now.

“I don’t care if we’re bloody late, I want my wife,” Killian growled into her ear. “I couldn’t have you this morning because we had to wake up and shop, now we have to volunteer, then we have a party. What if you’re too drunk after?” He smirked at her as he cocked an eyebrow, knowing she would remember the incident he was referencing.

“I promise there’ll be no tears shed over not getting to suck your cock, because I don’t plan on being drunk.”

“What if I’m too drunk?” He kissed up her neck and attempted to reach her mouth.

“Killian, I just put on my lipstick,” she half whined and half sighed. She really did want him; maybe they had a little time?

“Aye, Candy Cane Red, I love that shade on you, darling, but I think it’d look even more magnificent on my cock. Don’t you?”

Emma’s eyes focused on her husband of four years and four days - they’d gotten engaged over their first summer together and married on December 20th, the one year anniversary of meeting at the King Street Train Station in Seattle, Washington - he’d been absolutely insatiable this holiday season. A vice-like yearning came over her as she turned in his arms. “I don’t know, perhaps we should find out?” she suggested, brushing the hair from his forehead.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!” a loud voice boomed from the front of their home. Emma and Killian had stayed in the little seaside cottage Liam had set up for his brother’s arrival five years ago. It was perfect for the two of them.

“Shhhhh, maybe they’ll go away if we’re very quiet,” Killian whispered. He smiled as Emma rolled her eyes at him.

“We’re not going away, you two!” Liam shouted. “Stop making out, it’s time to go you concupiscent adolescents.”

Emma’s eyes went wide and she burst into giggles. “I never thought I’d hear the word concupiscent from another living soul.”

“It’s the highbred vernacular ingrained in us dashing Brits, darling.”

“Oh, shut up,” Emma snorted. “Highbred my ass, two seconds ago you wanted to know what Candy Cane Red lipstick would look like on your cock.”

“Gentleman on the streets, rapscallion in the sheets?”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with love for her ridiculous husband. She pecked his lips through her smile. “Whatever you say.” She patted his chest placatingly before walking out to greet Liam and Elsa.

Walking to the front of the house Emma greeted her sister-in-law and brother-in-law with a hug. “He’s not very happy with you,” she told Liam.

“He never is.”

“Good afternoon, sister,” Killian said pulling Elsa into a hug. He narrowed his eyes as he acknowledged his brother, “Liam, you cockblocking sod, haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“Aye, but we’re family, there’s no need to knock among family.”

“That’s it, Swan, we’re changing the locks. Whose idea was it for him to have a key, anyhow?”

“Yours,” they all answered in unison. “So we can feed Nemo when you two travel,” Liam added.

Killian and Emma loved to drive along the coast finding secluded destinations to escape to, and just have each other. They were also the proud owners of a formerly stray black kitten, who needed to be cared for when they were gone. Killian had decided to call him Nemo after the Latin term meaning nobody. He’s nobody, from nowhere, Killian had told her when she’d gotten home from work one day, and he and the kitten were curled up on the couch.

Killian muttered under his breath about pisspoor timing as he and Emma bundled up in their winter gear. This winter was proving to be one of the bitterest on record, with temperature breaking lows and high winds to boot. Walking out the door and loading into Liam’s car, the four headed to meet David and Mary Margaret for their Christmas Eve tradition of volunteering.

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The afternoon had been amazing, getting to help out on such a special day. The group had stayed later than they’d realized, talking with the children and playing games. Emma’s heart felt full as she remembered how wonderful Killian had been with the little ones, making them laugh hysterically at his antics.

“We will see you at nine, you better not bail!” Elsa said when they pulled into the driveway to drop off Killian and Emma back at home.

“We might,” Killian threatened.

“We won’t,” Emma corrected, running her hand up and down his arm.

The door hadn’t even shut when Killian was pulling Emma into his embrace. He kissed her hugnrily. “I have waited so patiently…”

“Oh, yes, just like a good boy. You must be on the nice list?” Emma rubbed her hands up and down his chest, kneading it ardently.

“Aye.”

“And what is it you want this year?”

“All I want is my wife,” he purred while kneading and squeezing her ass much like she was his chest.

“I think that can be arranged.” Emma dove back in to continue their kiss when an irritating siren-like sound began blaring from Killian’s cell phone.

“Shit,” Killian cursed, separating from Emma and scrubbing a hand down his face.

“What is it?”

“The alarm was tripped down at the warehouse.”

“Do you have to go?”

“Aye, love. Leroy and Anton have the next two days off for the holiday. I took today to cover if anything happened, and Liam has tomorrow.”

“I could go with you?”

“No need, I’ll be twenty minutes tops, it’s probably just a bird or small animal of some type that tripped the system.” Killian leaned in to peck her lips and bit down on her lower one, “I will see you shortly.”

“Hurry back,” she said breathily, wholly affected by the promise of sin in his words.

Sixteen minutes later…

“Did you get started without me?” Killian asked as he walked down the hall to their room. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight that greeted him. There was his lovely wife, snuggled into the blankets of their bed, and the low vibrating he’d mistaken for one of their toys was actually her snoring as she slept soundly. He decided to let her get the rest she’d been craving.

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“Come on love, time to rise and shine.”

Emma whined as her husband shook her shoulder. She was so comfy, and just five more minutes, that’s all she wanted.

“We’ll be late for the party if you don’t get up soon.”

Bolting upright and gave her husband a pout. “How long have I been asleep?”

“A couple hours.” He rubbed his arm up and down her shoulder and leaned in to peck her lips.

“I’m so sorry, babe!”

He smiled at her sincerity. “No need to apologize, Swan. I can wait.”

Emma threw the blankets back to reveal her naked form. “I really was intending to, I just decided to lay down to wait for you… and I guess I knocked out before you got back.”

Killian let out a frustrated moan, “Darling, you are killing me.” He stroked his hand over the contour of her bare hip.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

“You’ve been exhausted all day and it wouldn’t have been very gentlemanly of me to selfishly wake you, just for a roll in the sheets.”

“It’s not selfish if we both get something,” she purred.

Killian smacked her ass lightly. “Mmm, indeed, I guess I didn’t look at it that way. Too late now, we’ll be even more late if we don’t get ready. As it is, Dave is already texting me to find out what time we will be there.”

Emma rolled her eyes at her brother and Mary Margaret, and their penchants for punctuality. “Fine.”

They were ready in record time. Emma wore a strapless, red dress with black jewelry and accessories, including a shawl and stiletto heels, while Killian wore a black button up shirt and black slacks, and a red vest to match Emma’s dress.

After touching up her makeup and curling her hair quickly, they grabbed their Dirty Santa gifts and headed out the door.

The party was actually a huge undertaking. At least half of Storybrooke inhabited the beautifully decorated home, every surface was covered with food, gifts, or alcohol. After eating and mingling Ruby announced that it was time for the Dirty Santa game. There were gifts that ranged from classic, to practical, to sexual, to humorous, to downright weird, and the group shared many laughs as presents were picked and stolen, and guests cheered or pouted.

Once the massive gift exchange was over, an area of the great room emerged as a dance floor, and the kitchen became the place for beer pong and shots. Emma was feeling a little suffocated as she sat in a corner conversing with her closest girlfriends. The music was blaring, she’d eaten just a little too much, and the house had become overly warm as people danced and partied. The windows were now open, and hopefully the chilled winter air would permeate the room soon. She excused herself to the restroom to take a breather. Grabbing a bottle of cold water she headed upstairs to Ruby’s private bathroom so she could rest and clear her head.

She sat on the extravagant gold chaise lounge that adorned the far wall of Ruby’s mansion sized restroom. She wondered if she’d be able to get away with a bath, then chuckled at herself. She was 33 years old, it wasn’t even midnight and she was ready to be at home. Home in bed with a certain rapscallion, she thought, and suddenly her stomach was churning with a different sensation. A raw need for her husband.

E: Meet me upstairs. Last room on the left. Now.

K: You want my candy cane?

E: my 👄 on your candy cane

K: 💨

Emma laughed at her phone as she pictured Killian sprinting toward the stairs knocking over anything and anyone in his way. She’d just finished applying a fresh layer of lipstick when the door burst open behind her. “Lock the door,” she commanded in a low voice as she stalked toward him.

Killian complied then turned around and roughly pulled her against his body. “My cock might actually break, it’s so fucking hard.”

His words were a dirty caress and she bit down on her lip to keep from moaning. “I can feel that, babe,” she whispered as she rubbed against him. Emma dropped down to her knees, intent on showing Killian exactly what his cock would look like with Candy Cane Red lipstick painting it. She masterfully unfastened his pants, pulled down his fly and freed him. “I told you I wouldn’t be too drunk,” she smirked before clutching his ass in her hands and sucking his length into her hot mouth.

Normally he’d insist on lady’s first, but Killian was so ready he couldn’t bring himself to halt her ministrations. He grabbed a fist full of her hair on each side of her head and grasped tightly. “Yes, Swan, suck my cock. I’ve been half hard all evening just thinking about your delectable mouth.” He marveled at the way he slid in and out of her pretty lips, and she had indeed painted his cock that delicious shade of Candy Cane Red.

Emma moaned along his shaft as she looked up at him to appreciate his beauty. He was an absolute wreck, hair falling just above his hooded eyes from the way she was working him, cheeks flushed a deep red, the line of his jaw flexing as he gritted and clenched his teeth. He whimpered as his peak crept up on him faster than he wanted, and Emma’s clit sparked with want. “I need you, Killian.”

“Fuck,” he panted as she withdrew her mouth. Dragging her up from her knees, he stole her breath with a desperate kiss. He tore the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts, and hiked the tight skirt up over her ass, all while ravaging her mouth. Killian slapped his palm against her ass cheek and squeezed it with one hand while weaving the fingers of his other hand tightly into the hair at the base of her skull.

Emma moaned when he bit down on her lip. Maybe she should keep him waiting more often; she liked the desperate need in his touch tonight. She slipped her own hands into his pants which loosely hung unfastened on his hips and kneaded his ass. “Someone’s feeling a little vigorous tonight,” she said breathily as she broke the kiss for much needed air.

“Did I hurt you love?” He released the firm hold he’d had on her hair and guided her to sit on the chaise. His ardor immediately cooled, and his concern genuine, he knelt in front of her and smoothed his hands up and down her thighs lovingly.

Emma just laughed. “No Killian, you didn’t hurt me. In fact,” she leaned in, and placed her mouth at his ear, “I like it.” Emma leaned back and bit her lip, waiting on his reaction; even after all this time she could still feel a little bashful with him.

Killian’s cock jumped as her warm breath caressed his ear. He waggled his eyebrows at her and smoothed his tongue along his bottom lip. “I do love when you tell me secrets, darling.”

Emma giggled at the way his eyebrows danced as he lewdly licked his lips. Biting her nail she asked quietly, “Want to hear another secret?”

Her bit of shyness and the pink on her cheeks was quite arousing for Killian. Pinpricks of sensation broke out across his skin as he watched her bite on her nail and try to act innocent. “Aye,” he replied with a lust fueled timbre.

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him senseless before trailing her mouth along his jaw and back up to his very sensitive ear, so she could whisper to him. “My panties are all wet.”

“Fucking Hell,” Killian gasped. He could have guessed at that, but hearing her say those words had his cock aching to be buried.

Emma spread her legs wide, grasped one of his hands and pressed it against the thin material of her panties. “See, you make me so wet, Killian” she purred.

He growled at how she uttered his name, and how easily his fingers slid over the soaked silk as he rubbed her clit through the material. “Goddamn love, how long have you been like this?”

She shrugged her shoulders as a small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

“Tell me,” he coaxed as he continued to circle her sensitive flesh.

“Just since you came up here.”

“All this,” he emphasized by cupping her sex, “just since I got up here.”

“What can I say? I enjoy blowing you.”

“That arouses you?”

“Does it not arouse you to… go down on me?” Emma asked, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

“Gods above, I love pleasuring you with my mouth, Swan.”

“Then why would you think it was different for me? Have I ever done anything to make you think I don’t enjoy it?”

“I suppose not. I guess most women just make it sound as though it’s a chore.” Bending down he latched onto a breast - one of Emma’s favorite erogenous zones. Over the years he’d committed to memory the erotic noises she made when he teased and laved her nipples.

Emma laced her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast, loving the way he feasted on her pebbled flesh. “Well, I guess I’m not most women, because I love sucking your cock. Making you come down my throat as you call out my name and your cock spasms against my lips, fuck,” she panted as she ground her core against where his hand still rubbed her.

Killian swallowed hard as she waxed poetic on giving him head. Grasping his straining cock and stroking languidly for just a second of relief, he beseeched his wife, “Emma, I need you, love.”

Scooting up the long chair, Emma removed her panties before laying back and letting her legs dangle over each side of the chair so she was spread wide for Killian. “Then have me.”

He sprung to action, stripping off his clothes and then engulfing her body with his. Laying claim to her mouth, he nestled his cock between her folds and glided back and forth. The warmth that coated him as he teased her clit with the head of his cock was almost enough to have him coming, but he found some semblance of control as he worked her closer to the edge.

Placing a hand on Killian’s chest, Emma pushed him back a little, she situated her legs against his shoulders, then reached down between their bodies and lined him up.

The heat of her core beckoned him the instant his tip nudged her entrance. Wrapping a hand around each of her ankles he sunk into her depths, moaning at the sensation of finally being enveloped. He had to fight to keep upright, the feeling so overwhelming he wanted to slouch against her and just rut to a quick completion. Breathing in deeply, he focused on only Emma and bringing her pleasure.

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed when he finally slid into her and began thrusting in and out. The sound of skin meeting skin as he plunged into her wetness echoed through the powder room. Emma’s legs were being stretched, burning deliciously as they rested on his shoulders and he leaned into her seeking the deepest of thrusts.

Killian looked into her eyes, deep green and blown wide, willing her to fall apart so he could let go. Her mouth hung open and small puffs of air escaped in time with his movements. Her cheeks were bright pink with the exertion and her hands played with her breasts, she was gorgeous all the time, but he loved watching her draw to the edge as they connected on this level. When he felt like he actually might explode, finally he heard his his angel’s voice, breathy with gratification.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed out on a long moan. “So good, Killian, so good.”

Her fresh wave of arousal rushed over him warmly and her walls pulsed around his cock, evoking his climax. His stomach tightened and every muscle in his body went rigid as he spilled his release deep into her.

Body weak with pleasure, Emma threw her forearm over her face as she smiled into her arm, euphoria stealing over her. “God, I’ve needed this all day, so fucking good babe.” She let her legs slide from Killian’s shoulders so she was laying spread wide.

“Allow me to clean you darling?” He cocked that hyper eyebrow of his and delved between her thighs.

Emma tightened her arm over her face, particularly her mouth as she whimpered when his warm hot tongue met her sensitive flesh.

“Knock, knock,” came a loud voice, followed by a few raps of knuckles against the door.

Emma and Killian both jumped a mile high, apparently forgetting they weren’t in the privacy of their own home. “Shit!” Emma cursed.

“Eh, just a minute, Ruby. I’ll be finished shortly,” Killian called. “To be continued,” he whispered to his wife, giving one final swipe of his tongue through her folds.

“No rush, no rush. As long as she’s finished, Jones, it’s not proper to leave a lady wanting. Emma, if he leaves you high and dry, you let me know.”

“How about I let Graham know?” Killian shot back, wondering what the deputy would think about his wife propositioning Emma.

Emma smacked his chest as they righted themselves on the chaise. “You know she loves fucking with you more when you give her the reaction she wants.”

“Oh, he’ll be so happy you asked, Killian!” Ruby laughed through the door.

Before he could clarify what he meant, Emma leaned forward and kissed him. “Let her have her fun,” she told Killian so only he could hear. “Don’t worry Rubes, Killian knows how to give it to me just how I like it.”

“Ooooh, hot damn!” Ruby laughed. “You two just make sure to clean up any mess, then get your asses downstairs. David is wondering where his sister is, and Liam is trying to bet him that you’re up here doing exactly what you’re doing.”

Killian rolled his eyes. He and Liam didn’t have a sister, so it was impossible for Liam to know what kind of hornet’s nest he was stirring. They got ready in short order and headed down the stairs hand in hand, if they thought they didn’t look thoroughly fucked, they were mistaken.

Most everyone was still carrying on and partying. David however was glaring daggers between Liam and Killian.

“Bloody hell.”

“Come on, David will get over it.” Emma pulled Killian forward with a serene grin on her face.

Mary Margaret was attempting to reason with her husband as they greeted the group at the bottom of the stairs. “She’s an adult, David.”

David’s expression lightened infinitesimally. “They could’ve waited till they got home.”

“We are right here,” Emma cut in, feeling a bit feisty.

“You could have waited till you got home,” David directed at her.

“I didn’t want to,” Emma sassed. “Sometimes needs must be met,” David’s face contorted into that of a man hearing too much information, “and we were already interrupted by one brother this morning, and a fucking alarm system this afternoon. So forgive me if I needed a little instant gratification.”

“Little?” Killian questioned. David definitely shot him the evil eye.

“A lot,” Emma smirked, leaning in to kiss him. “Huge gratification,” she added, playing it up for her brother’s reaction.

Elsa, Liam, Graham, and Ruby burst into laughter at the look on David’s face, while David himself shuddered and looked to his wife for support.

“Hey, you asked for it the moment you tried to lecture a married adult about sex,” Mary Margaret chuckled.

“Someone get me a shot!” David called out as he walked away from the bunch. They continued cracking up even after he’d gone in search of alcohol.

“You are going to be in trouble tonight,” Emma told Mary Margaret.

“Nothing a little physical activity won’t alleviate,” her sister-in-law replied, waggling her eyebrows.

The party got smaller and smaller until it was just the close knit group of them visiting. Emma tried, but failed to stifle a yawn as everyone chit chatted.

“Tired again, sleepyhead?” Killian whispered.

“I guess you wore me out,” she giggled quietly. “Take me home?”

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Emma tickled Killian’s belly, his most ticklish spot, as he slept, eliciting a grunt of dissatisfaction from him, and then quickly turned over and pretended to sleep.

Last night had been a blast. After saying Merry Christmas and good night to everyone the evening before, they’d driven home, showered - where they got down and dirty one more time before getting clean - and then hit the sack. Emma was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She felt as though she must have caught up on sleep as she was wide awake this morning. That and she was crazy excited to give Killian his Christmas present. She huffed out a sigh as she heard her husband’s breathing even out again. Rolling over, she gently tickled him again, but this time he captured her wrist before she could pretend to sleep again.

“Is someone excited for Christmas morning?” he asked in his gravelly morning voice. Her joyous laughter was answer enough. “One day our children will be tickling us awake bright and early Christmas morning and I don’t want to hear any complaining from you, love.”

Emma’s smile was brilliant and her eyes a little glassy as she pictured it. “Come on!” She pulled Killian by the hand, almost dragging him out of their bed. She threw on her big fluffy robe and practically skipped to the basin to brush her teeth.

“How much coffee have you had?” He rose from bed and stretched before throwing on his flannel pajamas - she had the temperature set to arctic chill again. Joining her to brush his teeth, he watched as his wife exuberantly went through her morning routine. “Let’s remedy that, I’ll start the coffee, you turn up the furnace.”

No sooner had Killian filled the coffee pot than Emma was at his back, arms wrapped around his midsection. “Heater is on. Presents!”

“Don’t you want coffee?”

“Later,” she whined pulling on him.

Killian turned in her arms and was smitten by the joy on her face and the excitement dancing in her eyes. He wasn’t sure what she had in store for him, but his curiosity was now officially piqued. He kissed her gently. “All right, coffee later. Presents now.”

“You first!” Emma demanded. Pushing him onto the sofa, she handed him an envelope and practically bounced on her toes as she waited for him to open it. Her hands were clasped together and she was biting her lip in anticipation.

He considered drawing it out to get a rise out of his wife, but her excitement must’ve been contagious because he decided to skip teasing her in favor of finding out what was in the envelope. He opened the flap, careful not to rip any of the contents, and pulled out the card. Killian read the front cover aloud:

“The best gifts don’t come under a tree…” He opened the card and finished reading, “You, me, and Baby Jones will make three,” before he even noticed the grainy black and white image framed on the other side.

Emma watched as her husband studied the ultrasound photo and different emotions crossed his beautiful face. His eyes had gone from normal, to bugged out - is it happening too fast for him? she worried - to glassy - are those happy tears or sad tears? she panicked - to crinkled at the corners as a brilliant smile took over his face.

A sigh of relief flew from her mouth as she witnessed her husband having the same reaction she had when she’d taken her first pregnancy test two weeks ago. They hadn’t necessarily been trying, but they’d decided to forego preventative measures a couple months ago.

“We’re going to be parents,” he murmured. His fingers traced over the image of their baby as realizations dawned on him. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a cup of coffee, between that and the baby, no wonder she’d been so tired lately. And this was why she knew she wouldn’t be drunk last night, and why she’d egged her brother on feistily. He stood up and pulled her tightly to his chest, hugging her as if she might disappear. “Emma,” he whispered as he became utterly overwhelmed with emotion.

And then Emma was crying as her husband was brought to tears by the announcement of their baby. Grabbing one of his hands, Emma placed it over her belly, and covered it with hers. “We love you, Killian.”

He kissed his wife soundly. “And I love you.” Kneeling down, Killian whispered, “And you as well, little love,” before placing a kiss to her belly.

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