#and doors .. and stairs... you have to remember the size of the room for law and how wide and steep stairs has to be | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

grimreaperschild · 10 months

Text

bones 2

summary: the group starts to adjust to life, you run into a familiar face on a supply run.

warnings: violence, gore, language if i’ve missed anything lmk

a/n: pls im kinda falling in love w this series 😭 but im exited for what’s to come, hope you guys like the new addition to the group ;) happy reading-🦷

———————————————————————

the first few seconds of waking up are always so blissful, your head tucked into the crook of tara’s neck nuzzling yourself impossibly closer as she raked her hands up your back lovingly, but as soon as you blink the sleep out of your eyes the weight of the say settles itself on your shoulders, digging it’s claws in like some oversized evil bird “good morning sleepyhead” tara’s lips press to the shell of your ear and you snuggle closer, she giggles “you slept in a little today baby everyone’s already awake” you stretch “well everyone’s gonna have to wait for me to brush my teeth” you shuffle around and throw some marvel pj pants on to match your spider-man t when you open the door to your and tara’s room your met with ethan fist raised, he jumped back at the sight of you and opened his mouth to talk you hold your finger up “im brushing my teeth first” he follows you like a lost puppy to the bathroom tara appearing beside you shoving a toothbrush in her mouth and promptly disappearing again.

as soon as your spit hits the basin ethan voice reaches your ears “so i was thinking and there has to be others hauled up in houses i mean if we survived so should other people” you turned the tap, no water great. things are going just great. you push past ethan and into the kitchen in search of your girlfriend she’s stood with sam and mindy, you pick up a pan and spoon and knock them together a couple times “family meeting everyone to there seats” you call thorough the house chuckling as you watch everyone scurry to the living room, it’s been a couple days since the outbreak, a couple days since quin. yesterday you and sam had taken the boards down from her room and thrown her body out the window and you’d all spent the rest of the day cleaning the carpet and making her room as nice as possible, you’d closed the door and boarded it up again out of respect.

you stand in the middle of the room, the coffee table having long been pushed out of the way the only person your missing was anika and you eye the stairs through the door you mentally count to 5 smiling as she rushes down the stairs right on cue “sorry im late sorry guys im here, here” she holds her hands up stepping between people to claim her spot bedside mindy “the waters out sooner than we thought” a collective groan could be heard from the group and you held a hand up to silence them “yes i know, not ideal but we planned for this remember? me chad and sam go scout outside see what it’s like” “im still mad i pulled the short straw if we were measuring dick sizes i wouldn’t have to go out there” “that’s only because me and y/n don’t have dicks, bird brain” you snort and cover your mouth pretending to cough when chad shoots daggers your way “i guess i can’t put this off any longer anyone have any weapon ideas? i atleast wanna be iconic” tara gives you an unimpressed look but you continue on anyway “i was thinking we could hit up the wilderness shop down the way they have guns and stuff good place to loot” sam nods her head “yeah and for the way there i’ve got some climbing gear like picks and stuff” you cock your head to the side “how do i literally live with you and not know we both climb?” her head shoots up “your my sister in law and i don’t know you climb?” excitement lacing her tone “whoa hold your horses im not your sister in law yet” tara gives you another unamused look as sam goes to grab her gear “what do you wanna get married” anika pipes up “i can officiate, chad can be the flower girl” mindy laughs at the statement elbowing her brother in the side “why cant i be a flower girl” liv frowns “because your gonna be the ring bearer” “ethan’s definitely gonna be my best man” ethan’s head shoots up at your words a grin on his face “minds your my maid of honour and sam you can walk me down the isle” “deal” sam agrees having only heard the last end of the conversation.

you grab 2 picks from sam and throw one to chad “let me get out of my pjs and we can go” the light atmosphere turns thick the weight of what’s about to happen, you lean against the door and rest your hands on your knees in out, in, out everything’s ok it’s all gonna be ok you take a shaky breath standing tall, your ashamed to say you jump when you hear 3 soft knocks on the door tara’s head peers in “baby” she breathes and it’s unnaturally soft, it makes you crumble tears cascade down your cheeks “oh, baby” she takes you in her arms “i’ll be waiting for you right here when you get back” she rubs your back softly “when did i become leader” you choke out voice muffled by her neck “i cant do it, why do they all look to me, im not enough” you let yourself cry on her shoulder till there’s nothing left to cry tara whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you pull yourself away turning to get dressed.

when you walk back into the living room dressed in black cargos white t and a light brown knitted jumper tying your hair up in a ponytail chad and sam are waiting shoes already on, you flop onto the sofa as tara brings you your combat boots you tug them off tying the laces tight. “you guys ready?” you look at the faces of the people around you “as i’ll ever be” chad mutters sam nods solemnly in acknowledgement, you stand and make your way to the front door slowly “ethan, liv i want you on door duty, tara mindy i want you on watch” you strain as you move the dresser from the front door you step back and grab your pick as sam unbolts and swings the door open slowly surveying our surroundings “y/n” you turn at the sound of her voice and she presses a soft kiss to your lips your heart flutters at the action “come home, be safe” you allow chad and liv to have there moment before slinging your bag over your shoulders and taking the first steps out the door.

your hands are griping the pick so tight your knuckles are white as the 3 of you make your way down the street towards the hunting store, you’d never seen woodsbrough so deserted some bodys were laying on corners or in the street but you tried not to focus on them as you push on forward, you stifle a laugh as chad bumps into a lamppost while trying to look behind him “good job superman” he rubs his head and shoots you a glare “i don’t see you trying to watch our 6” sam bumps his shoulder “what is this? cod zombies? roger roger” you snort “that’s actually from starwars cod zombies kinda just screech like metal heads” you shudder at the thought “bookie” before anyone can call you a nerd for your starwars comment someone barrels into you knocking you to the floor, you let out a grunt as the person lands an elbow into your stomach effectively winding you “SHIT y/n, fuck i didn’t know it was you im so sorry” the girl stands quickly pulling you to your feet with her.

you stumble into the wall hands falling to your knees pick long forgotten as you suck air in threw your teeth winded for the second time this week it feels like there’s a running theme here. then you look up at your assailant and any air you’d managed to scrape into your lungs was knocked out of you again, amber. my amber, our amber. you blink up at her eyes wild, she was your and tara’s ex of a few months her parents had forced her hand as it “wasn’t normal” or whatever, your thoughts are interrupted as she throws herself into you “tara?” it’s a question you wrap your arms around her “safe, you hurt” you pull away quickly inspecting her “n-“ she’s cut off by chad letting out a yell, you see the brute before she does and you shove her aside diving for your pick in the road, he’s big. easily 6’4 and built he used to be in the biker gang but his leather jacket hangs off him in tatters sam swings her arm back and gets him right in the chest definitely breaking a few ribs by the sound of it she tries to pull her weapon out but it’s stuck he lets out a groan and swings her to the side following quickly as she tumbles to the floor, you make your move while he’s distracted hitting him in the back of the skull, he goes down but you don’t stop 1, 2, 3 hit after hit to his head, brains are smushed onto the pavement and your sprayed with blood as you feel hands on your waist pulling you back “he’s done he’s gone it’s ok” you breath again looking for sam thankfully she’s ok.

the 4 of you make it to the hunters shop with no further incidents sam opens the door for you nodding as you pass by her ok definitely not shaking the title of leader anytime soon better embrace it your eyes land on a hunting knife 7 inches long, Damascus steel with a leather bound hilt you pick it up and it fits your hand like it’s made for you, you smile as you clip it to your belt turning to the pistol rack to choose your gun, gotta pick something iconic you see a revolver not too dissimilar to the one rick in the walking dead has bingo. you silently thank your dad for the shooting lessons he gave you as a young teen clipping the holster to your belt you chuck all the guns and amo in your bag as you can then the gleam of metal catches your eye.

oh, now that, that is iconic overkill? sure but who’s gonna miss out on the chance to carry round a fucking sword you grin as you pick up the roman style sword “really?” you look up to see amber stood with a familiar glint of adoration in her eyes “you telling me i don’t look badass right now freeman?” you smirk as you situate the sword on your hip “im from the fucking roman times, unkillable if you will” she chuckles to herself “you dork” “yeah yeah whatever” she’s armed with a baseball bat and a shotgun good decision. you take a look at everyone, chad is playing with nunchucks and sam is stuffing knifes into her bag “it’s getting dark out, we need to head back ambs you coming with” you wince at the hopefulness in your voice “tar won’t want you out here alone” sam shoots you a knowing look and your eyes fall to the floor “yes. i’ve been in my house alone i was terrified” a pang of sympathy shoots threw you “your safe now, i promise” she holds out her pinky and you interlock it with yours “always?” “always”

oh fuck me. this is going to be the death of me.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x yn #tara x reader x amber #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #scream #zombie #zombie apocolypse au #amber x tara

146 notes · View notes

bratshaws · 9 months

Text

through the hourglass 201. brb x oc

a/n: we should all have friends like the Daggers tbh(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: n o n e

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

chapter

/132/133/134/135/136/137/138/139/140/141/142/143/144/145/146/147

/164/165/166/167/168/169/170/171/172/173/174/175/176/177/178/179/180/181/182/183/184/185/186/187/188/189/190/191/192/193/194/195/196/197/198/199/200

(pls let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! )

taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @novastories @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix @lizzie-rdj @fanboyluvr @atarmychick007 @comebacktoearthpls

@peachiicherries @mak-32 @lizziespidiepridie @roosterswifey @ollyoxenfrees @piceous21 @sqrlgrl22 @hofficoffi @lexhalstead3 @lorilane33 @legendarydreamersharkparty @luckyladycreator2

@emilybradshaw @j-6o @louisahale @leobabbyyy @booklover2sblog @winter-run @ktjmac @graciereads @bigpoppajes @taytaylala12

@caitsymichelle13 @becks-things @caatheeriinee07 @fanboyswhore9 @jesfreedark @katiemcrae @lilmonstrjedi @hobiismyhopeu @teacupsandtopgun @insominac23 @gh0stsgoodgirl @mygyn @chavivaelisheva @kmc1989

He sighs loudly as soon as he steps in the house, his back was killing him and his arms felt like rocks. He groans, pressing his palms on his lower back hard enough to hear it crack, easing out a relieved sigh once it happens. Nicole looks over his shoulder, right where his hand was then back at him, “Ouchie!”

“Yeah,you can say that again,Nikki,” he laughs, tossing the keys to the side once he kicks the door closed. He stands there, holding Nicole as the dogs slowly make their way over. Eleanor huffs quietly around him, sniffing his shoes, while Jack decides it’d be a great time to lie in front of his feet and Jolene is sitting, patiently, in front of him as if questioning where Beatrice was.

“Bea needs to stay at the hospital for a little bit.” he tells the dogs, stepping over Jack and placing his sunglasses aside, “And she’s currently with her parents, and I’m here to-” a yawn distorts his voice and he rubs his eyes with his fingertips, “Take a nap.”

He is tired, but he had to take care of Nikki first,not that Rafael and Claudia didn’t take care of their granddaughter, because they did. Every time Nicole was with his in-laws she just had the best time and now that Rafael has recovered from his heart issues, nothing was stopping him from being as playful as before.

Nicole bounces a bit on his arm, then tries to climb his shoulder to look at the door, ‘Nikki,” he tries, holding her still on him as he climbs up the stairs, “Nikki,Nicole Robin- noo.” he holds her more firmly when she tries to drag herself down using his shirt as her own personal sliding tool but Rooster prevented her from doing so.

Obviously.

“Aaa! Mama?”

“Mama is at the hospital.”

“Pital?” she repeats, then taps her little arm, “Ouchie?”

Jesus Christ,she is so smart. Was he smart like she was? He pauses, trying to remember if his mother ever mentioned him being like that…well,she did say once that he was already good with sports when he was one year old so…that was good,right? He was still trying to grasp that his daughter was probably a prodigy with how things are, “Mama had your siblings.” he smiles, kissing her forehead, “She’s a bit ouchie but she’ll be fine.”

Nicole blinked up at him, furrowing her little brows before looking back to the door - her pigtails moving when she did that and it was adorable - and then towards him, “No mama?”

“No mama for a little bit, she’ll be okay,baby girl.” he coos, kissing her forehead and then sighing, “Now…dada needs to sleep and so do you, so I’ll keep you in your crib,” he explains as he enters her room, pushing the door open with his elbow, “And I’ll keep an eye on you, once we are both well rested we’ll go see mama again,does that sound good?”

“Buh,” she says to him as he slowly sets her down, her little legs wriggling until she touches the mattress and Rooster kisses her forehead, “Dada.”

“I’ll be over there,” he points to the master bedroom’s direction, “Don’t worry.” God he needed to sleep, he was seeing two Nicoles. He clears his throat, kissing her again, “Love you,birdie, see you soon.” and he turns around to leave.

Nicole stares at him, little brows scrunching as she stands to her feet on the crib and follows her father with her eyes, “Dada,” she calls again, making Rooster stop and stare back at her. She whines quietly, making grabby hands at him with her lower lip jutted out, ‘Dada!”

“...Nikki.”

More grabby hands, ‘Dada!” and a longer whine.

His heart hurt from hearing her, “Nikki, dada is going to nap-” another whine, “...and you want to stay with me.”

Rooster's heart melts at his daughter's plea, and he can't resist her adorable little whines and grabby hands. He sighs softly, shaking his head, "Okay, okay," he says, giving in to her. "Dada will take you with him for a little while, but then you have to promise to nap too, alright?"

Nicole's face lights up with a smile, and she claps her hands in excitement. "Dada!" she exclaims happily, reaching out for him.

He picks her up with a grin, cradling her in his arms as he walks back to the master bedroom. "You're getting so good at persuading me, birdie," he says, kissing the top of her head. “You are getting your mama’s charms.”

Once in the bedroom, he gently sets her down on the bed, where she sits and looks up at him with a smile. He is so tired he just kicks off his shoes and lies on the bed with one arm wrapping around Nicole, like a gate. “Sleep well,Nikki.” he murmurs, thinking she’d fall asleep any second now.

A foolish mistake.

Because Nicole crawled up to him, pressing her tiny hands on his bicep to support herself…and stayed there. Rooster’s brows furl when he feels soft breathing on top of his eyes, peeking one eye open to see a pair of light green irises staring down at him. While it was adorable, he just looked back at her, letting out a tired laugh, ‘Nikki…come on.” he says, and his daughter taps his face with her small hand, “Okay-ow.” that earns a giggle from her, ‘Okay,Nikki,baby girl,birdie, sweet girl of mine, no.” he holds her hand, kissing the palm, ‘Remember what daddy asked?”

“Woops.”

“Yeah,whoops,I know, remember we are both going to go night night?” his eyes hurt from keeping the eyelids open but Nicole is just grinning at him.

Rooster smiles despite his exhaustion, he rubs his eyes with his fingers again, then sighs through his nose."I promise, Nikki, we can play later," he says, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But right now, it's time for both of us to rest." he blinks at her when she suddenly crawls under the covers, giggling as she becomes a lump under the light colored blankets.

Damn it was cute.

But he had a long night. He chuckles tiredly, adjusting himself on the bed so he could slide his hands under the blankets and tap around until he found her…not that it was hard since he could see Nicole. She squeals, her little legs kicking as she tries to escape,but it’s obvious she can’t.

He brings her out of the covers, holding her in front of his eyes and smiling when she giggles at him, ‘Listen, here, miss menace.” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably due to the sheer cuteness of his daughter, "It's time for both of us to rest. No more playing, okay? We need to close our eyes and go to sleep. Can you do that for dada?"

Nicole grins at him, her little fingers reaching up to touch his face. "Dada," she repeats, her voice soft and sweet.

"That's right, dada," he says, brushing a kiss against her hand. "Now, close your eyes and let's take a little nap together. It'll be fun, I promise."

She seems to consider his words for a moment, still kicking her tiny legs and giggling at him, before tapping his nose with her finger, “Night night.”

“Hmhm,yep…please Nikki,” he begs quietly, “Dada is tired. I just need a few minutes, we can do that,right?’ his daughter blinked at him, before looking over her shoulder towards the room only to return to his face. She reaches for his neck and he brings her closer, letting out a relieved sigh when she hugs him,tucking her head under his chin and clenching his shirt.

He slowly lies back down, making sure both of his arms are wrapped around Nicole so she doesn’t roll away from him in her sleep and kisses the top of her head. “Now we sleep,okay?”

“Mkay.”

“Good.”

And amazingly, Nicole did fall asleep on his chest after that. He doesn’t remember much after it since he blacked out completely. One hand was Nicole and the other was his phone,right by the pillow - if someone called he was ready to take the call and go to Beatrice without worries.

But honestly, he was glad he was able to sleep a bit because he needed it. He had no dreams he could remember once he woke up which he was at peace with honestly.

However, his eyebrows furrowed when he heard his phone buzzing next to him. He immediately tapped his pillow until he found it, bringing it to his ear, ‘Hello?”

“Heeey,Rooster. Are you home?”

“....Javy? What are you-” he blinked his eyes open finally, seeing that Nicole was still peacefully asleep on his chest and he lowered his voice, “Yeah,I’m home…why?”

“Oh well…can you open the door?”

“...what?”

“Open the door man! We’re all out here!”

He blinks, then brings the phone screen to his eyes as if to check if he was having some sort of weird sleep deprived hallucination. He shakes his head, then looks at the screen again, “...what?”

“The door man! We’re here!’ followed by loud cheering coming from outside. Nicole’s head lifts from his chest when she hears it and he almost feels bad seeing how confused she was about the noise…maybe more than him.

Rooster's mind is still foggy from waking up, but he quickly realizes that he's not imagining things. His friends are actually outside, and they seem to be making quite a commotion. He glances at Nicole, gently patting her back to soothe her as he continues to talk on the phone.

"Coyote, why are you all outside my house?" Rooster asks, trying to keep his voice low to avoid waking up Nicole completely.

"We got a surprise for you,man!" Javy exclaims. "Because we are great friends!"

“Uh-huh…what surprise is that?”

“One that gets you out of the house.”

Rooster's brows furrow at that sentence and he’s slowly making his way downstairs. He can finally hear Eleanor’s deep barking from the door and Nicole nuzzles his neck hoping to get more sleep, “I can’t really leave the house with Bea in the hospital.” why was he still talking on the phone when he could see everyone’s frame standing outside, it felt stupid and yet he continued.

“Then let us be your errand boys! Come on man!”

Finally he sets the phone aside, rubs his face to yank some of the sleep that still clung to it and gently moves Eleanor out of the way with his leg, ‘Ellie, back,” the white pup backs away from the door but sits not too far from him. He opens the door a little bit and he blinks confusedly once he sees that, “You are all here.”

Indeed, the whole Dagger Squad, with the exception of Jake, was there.

“Hell yeah Man!” Coyote smiles, then gasps when he sees Nikki, “Nikki!! Hi there princess!” she looks tired and buries her face into Rooster’s neck, “Aw, did we wake you up?”

“Yes.” comes Rooster’s deadpan response, “You did. We were resting a bit but…uh,what do you want to do?’

It was Payback who continued, placing his sunglasses over his forehead, “Well, we heard how you and Bea didn’t finish the twins’ nursery soooo…” he smiles, “We decided we could help you guys.”

“...I’m sorry?”

Phoenix steps closer, touching his shoulder, “Rooster, we are offering to help you build their nursery…we are all on leave and to be honest with you,” she cups the side of her face, giving him a look, “We are all eager to do something.”

Rooster blinks in surprise, his mind still trying to catch up with the fact that his friends are standing outside his house, offering to help build the twins' nursery. He looks back at Nicole, who seems to be half-awake and a little bewildered by the sudden influx of people and noise.

"You guys want to help us complete the nursery?" Rooster asks, still trying to process the situation.

"Yeah, man!" Coyote exclaims, grinning. "We know how important it is for you and Bea, and we want to make sure the twins have a perfect space to come home to."

Rooster is…shocked. He knows that building the nursery would be a significant task, and having their help would make a world of difference. He was planning on doing something while he’s at home, but being alone…wouldn’t make it go faster.

"Are you guys…serious?"

Fanboy laughs, nodding to his pickup truck that was parked right behind everyone else’s cars, “Yeah man,even brought my truck to help you when we go to the store and such. I don’t know why you are so surprised.”

“Well…it’s a bit…unexpected.” he huffs a laugh, “But not unwelcome…I’d…really like the help, honestly.”

The members of the Dagger Squad all exchange knowing glances, and Payback smirks. "We knew you'd be surprised," he says. "That's why it's the perfect plan."

Rooster shakes his head, chuckling at their antics. "You guys are something else, you know that?"

"We just want to be here for you, man," Coyote says, putting an arm around Rooster's shoulders. "You and Bea have always been there for us, and now it's our turn to return the favor."

Phoenix nods in agreement. "Exactly. Plus, it's a great opportunity for us to spend time together before we all go back to work."

Rooster smiles gratefully at his friends. "Thank you," he says sincerely. "I don't know how to express how much this means to me and Bea."

"You don't have to," Payback says, clapping him on the back. "We're family, and family takes care of each other."

He smiles more, stepping aside to let them in. They ask what they got and Rooster says…nothing, besides the walls Beatrice painted on. His friends, amazingly, don’t seem fazed by it…in fact they appear almost excited. He widens his eyes when Bob pulls out a notebook from his pocket and starts asking him what is missing from the nursery.

“Uhhh…” Rooster wracks his brain trying to remember, “Let’s see…We have the cribs, but they need to be built and we need mattresses and bedding," Rooster begins, ticking off the items on his fingers. "We also need a dresser for their clothes, and some storage for diapers, wipes, and other baby essentials. Oh, and we'll need a glider or a rocking chair for those late-night feedings."

Bob jots down the list in his notebook, nodding along. "Got it," he says. “Anything else?”

Rooster shrugs, moving Nicole to his other arm, “Nothing that comes to mind,no…I could check some of Bea’s lists but I think it’s uh, well hidden somewhere in her little studio room and I don’t think I’d be able to find it.”

Payback grins. "Ah,it’s fine man..but hey, you joining us,right?”

He wants to because those are his children. “...yes…but I need to let Bea and her parents know,first.” he holds out his phone, ‘Give me a second.” and he walks to the kitchen, he could still hear them talking from the living room as he walks away, bringing the phone to his ear.

Bradley taps his foot on the floor while Nicole finally wakes up,blinking around blearily while rubbing her eyes. He kisses her forehead and then immediately lifts his head once the call is answered, “Gorgeous?”

“While I love that nickname, it feels weird ‘cause you call my sister that.”

“Oh,hi Michael. Is she asleep?”

“Like a rock,man. She’s fine by the way, just had some lunch and is taking her rest. What do you need?”

“I just want to let you know I’ll be out with the guys for a bit,we are uh…going to get some things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,I just wanted to let you know in case she woke up,I’ll have my phone but–”

“Relax,man…go out a bit. Do…whatever it is you are planning, she’ll be okay.”

Rooster sighs in relief, thanking Michael before ending the call. He looks down at Nicole who was now fully awake and was smiling up at him. “...well,Nikki, time to buy your siblings’ things,yeah?”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

50 notes · View notes

nekomacheercaptain · 2 years

Text

Day 12: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante x fem! reader

I need him to be my husband. Like, right now. I would do ANYTHING for this clumsy, lanky, sexy hunk of a man. I'll give him all the babies he wants

Word count: 2K

Content: female reader, period sex, established relationship, marriage, breeding kink, creampie, size difference

Coming home with no greeting from you, grocery bags in hand full of chocolate, candy, ice cream, and other sweets he knew you loved, he knew your cramps were bad. While taking off his dirty shoes, he fell over, dropping all the groceries before cursing at himself, but happy everything was intact due to their packaging.

He suspected you were in bed, a hot water bottle against your belly in hope of relieving some of the pain, as you usually did during your time of the month. And he was reluctantly happy that Sengoku wanted to have Law that evening, so that he could give you all his undivided attention, being at your disposal for whatever you needed. (Could you have asked for a better husband? No)

Placing whatever needed to be in the fridge, he grabbed all the sweets and ventured up the stairs to your shared bedroom with a smile, excited to finally be able to see your face after a tiresome day at work. However, upon hearing sounds through the door, he almost dropped everything in his hands. His knees buckled under the sounds meeting his ears, suddenly feeling himself straining against his pants. He remembered reading in a magazine somewhere about women’s period cramps that orgasms could help relieve them to some extent, but you had never told him about it or brought up that information to him. Would he be ruining something for you by walking in? Would you throw him out of the room? Would you-

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan and curse of frustration, your labored breathing audible through the door. And he decided he needed to check on you, trying not to startle you as he opened the door.

“Rosi? I-I didn’t think you’d be home yet!” you crossed your legs and covered your breasts as he walked inside, seeing how you had dimmed the lights to create somewhat of a sexy atmosphere for yourself. And his cheeks were burning as he saw your disheveled form; hair lewdly stranded to your sticky forehead, your chest heaving, and how all your clothes were cast to the bed and floor. No matter how many times you were naked around him, it always caused him to be at a loss for words. He gulped before answering you, his blush spreading down his neck.

“I was allowed to leave earlier today,” his eyes darted over your body, and he didn’t miss the red hue on your fingers that were trying to hide your chest, “do you want me to help you?”.

His voice deepened as he asked his question, putting all of the sweets on the nightstand beside you before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“I know we haven’t really done anything while you’re on your period before,” he started, his eyes finding yours, his hand cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, “but if it’s because of the blood, just know that I don’t care,” he smiled down at you, seeing your eyes widen slightly.

“But-but it’s so messy, and it smells-” and he couldn’t help but think how silly those excuses were. Like that could ever stop him from worshipping you?

“And I don’t care,” he chuckled, his eyes softening, “I read that women feel better after orgasms on their periods, is that what you usually do while I’m at work?”.

You nodded at him, and he saw that you were still unsure, “It-it hasn’t really worked for me, though, I just can’t, uhm, seem to do it properly without you…” and his heart almost beat out of his chest at your confession.

“You mean you need me to give you-”

“Yes, fuck, Rosi, it never feels good without you,” and he hadn’t noticed how you had been holding your need for release back during the conversation, but your pent-up desperation was starting to break through, “please fuck me”.

Those words. Those words were reserved for when you needed him in your most primal times, but he always noticed that slight drop in your energy when he put on a condom. He felt your small hands guide his big one to cup your pussy, feeling how wet you were, and his cock twitched at the deep sigh you exhaled, “We haven’t done anything while I’m like this because we’ve always been careful,” and he knew what you were talking about. The topic that had been recently danced around in your marriage.

“The days before are always the worst, I’m glad you work so much, or else I’d have you fuck me all day, sure to have you fill my womb,” and he gasped at your words, never having heard such a fantasy roll off your tongue before. Seeing his jaw drop as well as observing his bulge from where you were sitting, you got your proof he shared your wish, “You want that, don’t you? Want to fill me with your cum?”.

His mouth went dry from how long his jaw had been dropped, and he couldn’t help but whimper out a small ‘yes’ that had your heart pump wildly with excitement.

“Then fuck me, Rosi,” and his lips were on yours in seconds, a rough, desperate and absolutely filthy makeout session ensued, none of you had ever experienced such hunger for each other before. With primal needs suffocating both of your brains, you managed to explain to him you were ready for his cock.

“Don’t wanna - ngh - hurt you,” he breathed against your lips, with a hint of concern laced in his tone.

“I’ve been fucking myself with my fingers for hours, baby, I’m ready,” and he whimpered against your lips just thinking of your fingers pumping yourself as you moaned with him on your mind.

“Fuck,” he moaned while his hands clumsily unbuckled his belt, and shook off his pants before throwing off his shirt, leaving you your favorite view and he blushed at the way you bit your lip. His large chiseled muscles always reminded you how strong he was, despite his kind face, a complete contrast to the rest of him that was covered in scars from his past without you; something you knew next to nothing about.

Your eyes wandered to his boxers, seeing how tight they were against his cock that was begging for some mercy, wanting to be released; even a small, wet stain painted the boxers in anticipation. Your hungry eyes told him what you needed him to do, and your sigh was accompanied by a small moan as his cock was freed. His size always left you mesmerized and your mouth watering. His veins decorated his girthy length, making his cock oh so pretty to look at; and felt so much better inside of you. The first time you saw him you never thought the cock your hands were not able to wrap around would someday mould your pussy to his size. Well, at least to the extent he could penetrate his cock, but god did it feel heavenly with him inside of you, stretching your walls to their limit.

Corazon placed you comfortably against the pillows, elevating your hips with one as usual, and he hovered above you, his arms on each side of your head. His eyes were clouded with lust and you saw he wasn’t able to contain his desire for you much longer.

“You sure you’re ready for this? You want this?” his question had you smiling up at him, one of your hands lining his cock with your slick entrance, while the other caressed his scarred bicep.

“Yes, baby, I’m sure,” and your smile turned into a grimace of pleasure as he pushed himself into you, your hand raking down his muscled arm, a shameless cry of his name leaving your lips. And his guttural groan as he felt your raw walls for the first time, feeling all of you, had to be the sexiest sound you had ever heard. The passion suddenly set ablaze within the two of you came to display by the way his hips snapped against you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls, both of you getting drunk off of what the other had to give.

“God, fuck, Rosi!” your cries encouraged him to go harder, the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass suddenly louder because of your slick escaping your pussy. And the squelching had you feeling absolutely filthy, thanking the gods Sengoku had asked to spend some time with Law.

Corazon couldn’t muster any words because of his pleasure-clouded brain, but his groans, moans, and vigorous thrusts let you know he was enjoying himself. But he had to reach further into you, he needed to feel more of your heat engulfing him. And by making that a reality, he pulled back a bit in order to place your legs over his shoulders, your knees against your chest, and you gasped at the position.

And pleased at hearing your surprised noise, his hips snapped forwards and his cock penetrated you even deeper than before and he had never heard a more beautiful, guttural moan leave your throat; if it wasn’t for his drive to bring you to orgasm before himself, he would have filled your womb right then and there. Your moans sounded divine when they came from somewhere so deep inside of you, and he made sure to fuck you the same way that had you moaning so desperately for him, feeling your walls clamp around him at the deeper angle. Oh your sweet spots. He had found an easier way to reach them; now abusing that fact by fucking hard and rough thrusts of his cock into you, sure to have you spasming around him as your brain turned into mush, your vision turning white. He had your orgasm wrapped around his finger, tugging at just the right strings for your core to be on the verge of bursting.

“Fuck, I can feel you tightening around me, baby,” Corazon groaned between his teeth, your walls clamping uncontrollably around his cock, and you could only beg for his cum in response, it being the only thing on your mind.

“Rosi - Aah! - fill me, please, fuck me pregnant - ngh!” your voice was needy and whiney, and Corazon felt himself shiver at your begging, close to his release. Your face didn’t help either with it being contorted in pleasure; your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth hanging open due to your shameless moaning, and your eyebrows furrowing together in pure bliss. It was truly a sight to behold, and it had him trembling.

“Yeah? Want me to fill your womb, baby?” his voice was shaky and needy, but fuck he sounded so hot and desperate, and you answered him with a tirade of whimpers muttering out the only word left in your sexed-out brain: yes. Your hands found their way to his back, clawing down his muscles. And with only a few more rough thrusts from your husband, your orgasm had you spiraling, your body arching off the bed as his cock kept fucking into your pussy while pornographic moans and cries escaped you through your high.

Feeling your walls flutter and tighten around his cock, sucking him in further, and drinking in your moans, Corazon didn’t last much longer, his hot seed filling your womb with multiple spurts of his sticky cum now painting your walls. Lazy thrusts continued to fuck into you, trying to force as much of his cum deep into your womb, creating a creamy ring on the base of his cock, a mix of your slick, blood, and his cum. He cradled your head in his hands before he fell on top of you, sure to leave you room to breathe, planting his face in your neck, your legs now around his waist.

With the two of you catching your breaths, your hands found his hair to play with it, and he hummed, “Did it make it feel any better, baby?”.

You let out a breathy laugh, “I think so, but I think we’d better try again, you know, to make sure,” and the two of you laughed before cuddling, recharging your batteries for round number two.

Can we please pretend Corazon and Law survived together, went into a witness protection program, and are living their best domestic life with you and grandpa Sengoku? :,) And ues I did write this when Inwas on my period, how did you know??? Anyways thank you for reading, and hope you enjoyed it!

#donquixote rosinante #corazon #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #sinful #kinktober 2022 #my work #x reader

137 notes · View notes

fan-burns · 5 months

Text

Robots 2

Chapter 8: Rodney’s POV (1 month later)

My name is Rodney Copperplate. I’m the owner of a small repair shop a short walk away from an upgrade store known as Jackhammer’s. I mostly do car and upgrade repairs, but I also have a few upgrades that I sell on the side.

As per city law that was established a month ago, I had to get myself into uniform. A lot of us were left Outmoded during Bigweld’s reign, so Ratchet and his associates handed out some fresh upgrades on the house during a parade as part of his “Welcome Home” celebration. It’s nothing too fancy, but to me, it was priceless. It was a black vest chest piece with sleeves for my upper arms. I also had to get repainted red and black to match with the city’s colors, but it was worth it. The second I put it on, I was officially a High Ender! Finally, no more self loathing and ugly flaws! I’m up to date and I’m finally flawless!

I got up from my bed, took a few stretches, and headed downstairs. You see, my house is also my shop. It’s not the most luxurious place, but it’s all I need to make a living. My purpose is more important than my lifestyle anyways. The less time I waste driving to work, the more time I have working! At the bottom of the stairs was a stanchion rope that I bought to keep robots out of my room. Uncoupling and recoupling it, I made my way to the front door.

The shop was a decent size for what it was, and it had all I could want, too. Right next to the stairs was a nice L counter where the register and my TV were seated at. Behind the counter was the crown jewel of this place, my upgrade display case. I was lucky to get some Next-Gen Models from Ratchet Industries, as they were flying off of the shelves faster than the speed of light! I can’t wait to sell them off! I’ll make a fortune for sure!

Standing by the door, I flipped the “Closed” sign to “Open”, and made my way to the desk chair behind the counter. As I got seated, I looked at the rest of my shop and what it had to offer. Beside the stairs was the door to the washroom, which I’m tempted to either lock it up or to rope off after the oil spills. I still want to strangle those workbots…the floor is still stained with oil! They didn’t even bother to clean it up!

The shop floor was pretty empty, but there were two seats next to the front window. The floor itself was a gray and black diamond tile, but I don’t remember hiring someone to install it. It must’ve slipped my mind. Inside the garage was a small, slightly raised platform that’s used for vehicle and Transport Pod repairs. There wasn’t much in there, just some shelves and a table. I did, however, put up one of those Ratchet posters that I got from his party. I had to flex somehow!

Like I said, it’s not much, but it’s all I need to fulfill my purpose.

I reached for the remote and turned the TV on. Storms had been hammering down over at Diamond Drill, the place responsible for transporting fuels to different cities and countries. Ratchet City being one of those cities. I crossed my fingers, praying that there was some good news. The TV flickered to life, and I was greeted to the face of a press bot standing behind a counter in a News studio.

“Good morning, Ratchet City!” She spoke. “We’re opening up with Breaking news as The Diamond Drill Fuel transports have announced that they’re continuing their operations to Ratchet City despite the presence of the Security walls. The storms have finally died down and operations can resume.”

Oh thank Cog, I was starting to wonder if I had to start scavenging oil from cars like an Outmode. That was awfully lucky…one moment I’m hoping for it, and then it happens! Must’ve been that classic Ratchet magic!

The screen then cut to a smaller robot standing in front of the many abandoned Train Stations that were closed due to the walls being up. He straightened his tie and faced the camera. “Thank you, Diana. Yes you heard that right, Fuel is back on the menu, but at what cost? We’ve received word that Lord Ratchet has declared that a new monthly Citizenship Test is to be introduced this afternoon. The test is designed to reward discounted fuel to citizens who take and pass the test in order to ensure that Bigweld’s influence is fully eradicated from the city. The test is required for all citizens, and failure to complete it can result in jail time and a downgrade to Outmode status.”

Downgrades. The one fate worse than death. Being stripped of your purpose and upgrades? Thanks but no thanks. I’m taking that test as soon as it’s available.

“The test is scheduled to be released on Ratchet City’s official website at five o’clock,” he went on, “so be sure to write a reminder and to take it as soon as you can.”

No need to tell me twice. I was about to grab something to write it down when the door opened and the bell sounded.

A small round bot walked in, with a hammer and wrench attached to his head. He was painted a light silver, a result from a recent repaint. “Hey kid! How goes it?”

“Jack! I didn’t think you were coming over!”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I’d figure you’d want some company. My shop’s still closed because they’re doing some new electrical work in it, and I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

Jackhammer’s place had been ransacked by Outmodes last week. They took everything, even the kitchen sink! He has the money to restock almost everything, but it’s still a massive loss in profit. While the shop is getting fixed and updated, he tends to waddle over here to either waste time by chit chatting or actually helping me out. He’s a good guy, but we can get into some pretty heated politics.

I gestured to the TV as he walked in. “You hear the news? Oils back but they’re putting out a test for everyone to take in order to get it.”

He stared at me like I just gained a third arm before he came to his senses. “What!? That’s nuts! We should be able to just buy fuel when we want to!”

It was my turn to shrug, “It’s just for security. Besides, it’s a free discount on expensive fuel, how can you complain about that?”

He gave me a glare, then he looked around as if he was looking for someone. He then turned back to me. “Rodney, don’t you think this whole “Hail Ratchet” thing is a bit…much?”

I blinked for a moment, processing what he said. I never really thought of it, but only because it was nonsense. “Of course not! It’s for the greater good! Ratchet is the one in charge for a reason, so we just gotta listen to him.”

He shook his head in disappointment. “Kid, look at yourself. You just blindly follow him without question! Can’t you think for yourself?!”

“I-I can! I’m just…really grateful for what he’s done is all! I have zero complaints about any of this!”

I didn’t want to agree with him, but he had a point. Even after Ratchet fixed everything, I feel like I’m missing something in my life. I hate my job, I'm constantly at Doctor V’s place despite the fact that I hate it there, and I’m constantly low on fuel. Am I doing something wrong? That has to be the problem…there’s no way Ratchet of all bots can do anything wrong! It’s all my fault! Besides I can’t just…go against Ratchet! Ratchet is everything! I refuse to think negatively about him any longer! It’s not good for my health, and it’s not good for his health either!

Frustrated with trying to understand him, I put my foot down. “Look Jack, Ratchet is the boss. He’s the mayor, the king, whatever. We owe everything to him, so if you have a better idea of how to live, talk to him, not me.”

He looked at me indignantly. “But I do need to talk to you. You’re the one who needs to understand what’s happening!”

But before he could go on, the door opened again. This time it was a strange bot wearing nothing but pink. She had a ponytail that was hot pink, her suit was pale pink, her heels were the same hot pink as her hair, purse was pink. Everything. The only piece of her that wasn’t pink was a bronze leg brace on her left leg. The leg itself wasn’t too bad, but it definitely needed attention or she could risk more damage.

She turned to the counter and seemed really excited to see me, like we’ve met before. “Rod-er I mean…I mean, Hello there sirs! I’m in need of a little….freshening up. Can you help a damsel out?”

She looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why. I had questions, but I’ll have to set those aside. I have a business to run. I approached her and gave her the rundown. “Sure thing. I’m Rodney, I own the place. The little guy back there is Jackhammer.”

“Oh, very funny kid!” Jack snapped back.

Her laugh was like a set of windchimes, soft but sweet. She gathered herself quickly and turned back to me. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Loretta. Loretta Geargrinder.”

Geargrinder?

“Name sounds familiar, can I get a hint?”

She gave me a nervous glance. “Oh uh…My family used to own an accessory shop here. G-Geargrinder Glass. You’ve heard of it?”

Oh, that’s why it sounds familiar! GG was one of the shops that Ratchet shut down due to it being associated with…Bigweld. Oh dear.

“Um…yeah I’ve heard of it. Why don’t you take a seat while I get my tools?”

As she walked to the seats by the window, I went into the garage portion of the shop to get my tools for her leg. She may or may not have ties with Bigweld, but I can’t just turn a customer down based on speculations, that’s just bad business. I had to gather myself and help her out.

Let’s see. She needs her leg repaired first. After that she needs to be repainted into the city’s colors. The tan and pink need to go. Ratchet wanted to unite everyone after Bigweld’s attack, so he decided to make a uniform policy. The city’s colors were shades of grays, reds, silvers, and black. If you wanted black in your paint job, it had to be an accent color or the color for an accessory piece. A full black paint job is reserved for the elite that had the privilege of working with Ratchet himself.

While pink is tenticaly a shade of red, it’s not mentioned specifically in the pamphlet, so I’m afraid it has to go. I’ll replace the tan with a light gray, with a red suit and black accents. That’ll fix the obvious, but I’ll have to see if there’s anything else that needs to be fixed, if so I'll have to add that to the list.

With my tools now sorted out, I headed back to where Loretta was. She was chatting with Jackhammer over by the window. I didn’t catch what they were talking about, but when she turned to me she seemed more…flirtatious than before. Jackhammer had a smirk on his face, as if he knew something that I didn’t. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I did know what I was going to do.

“I take that’s all we’ll need, sir?” She inquired.

“Well, that depends…Is there anything else that needs looked at?”

She pondered for a moment, and replied. “I’ve been meaning to be repainted, is that something you can do here?”

“Certainly! It’ll be an extra fifteen dollars per ounce of paint used, but you can pay with cash, card, or check! If you have any other methods of payment, please let me know in the paperwork that’s on the counter! You’ll just have to sign an agreement before we can start.”

A smirk grew on her face. “Funny you mention that, I already filled that out.”

“Already? That was fast.”

She gave me a wink as she handed me the sheet. Again, wasn’t sure what she was going for, but regardless, she was paying me. Can’t really complain when there’s money involved. Besides, it was kind of nice to know someone else knows I look good. Not that there was any doubt of course.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

…

Four hours. It took me four damned hours, but I finished the job! Her leg was the easy part, that took about twenty minutes. It was a small break, so it didn’t hinder me too much. The hard part was getting the paint ready and actually painting her. I’m surprised Jack stayed to help me out, usually he just leaves me on my own. I feel like he’s up to something.

I sat behind the counter, waiting for Loretta to come out of the washroom. She wanted to look at the paint job before she paid. It was a pretty good job on my end, and it was probably my finest work yet. All I really did was repainted her suit red, and made her hair a darker shade of said red. Her tan was replaced with a delicate silver finish, which I couldn’t help but decorate with some blush and lipstick. I repainted the eyeshadows too, and put a bigger emphasis on her eyeliner. Now she actually looked like she belonged here and not with those Outmoded freaks.

She left the washroom and turned to me. As per usual, I wanted her feedback, “So, what do you think?”

She was practically ecstatic when I asked. “It’s perfect! Why don’t you have a paint salon?! You’d be rich in a week!”

Naturally I was flattered but not surprised. Not only am I perfect, but so is my work. If it’s not perfect, then I didn’t do it.

I couldn’t hold my chuckle back, she was pretty cute, I’ll give her that, but I wasn’t interested. “Why thank you! I’d like to expand my shop and get a better business, but money’s pretty tight. What, with that fuel tax and those filthy Outmodes everywhere. Oh, I almost forgot, here’s the bill.”

I didn’t tell her this, but I threw in a small discount. Bad business, I know, but she was cute. And she was a first time customer, so by law I had to give her a discount regardless if I wanted to or not. Ratchet was pretty strict with that one.

After she scanned over it, she took a checkbook from her purse. After she was done writing, she handed it to me. “Pleasure doing business, sir.”

“Please, you can call me Rodney. Only investors call me sir.”

She turned her back to me with a smirk, “Well then it’s been a pleasure, Rodney.”

And with a wink, she left the shop. I looked at the check that she gave me. She left the five hundred she owed, but she threw in a fifteen dollar tip. Sweet. That wasn’t the only thing, though.

A second blank check fell out of my hands. I was about to chase after her to give it back, when I noticed that there was something on it. As I looked at it, I couldn’t believe what I saw…She left me her number.

Why the hell did she leave her number on a check?! Why give it to me of all bots?! I’m only devoted to one bot, and his name is Ratchet!

“Looks like she likes you, kid! Congrats!”

I had to force my head up to look at him. Was this what he was planning?!

“D-Did you know she-”

“No, goodness no! She was interested, so I may or may not have helped her out a bit.”

“…So you did plan this?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“JACK!”

I bolted up out of my seat. I'm flattered that she likes me, but I don’t like her back. I have a business, and business always comes first in this city. Business is life, and life is business. That’s my purpose, working and spending money. I hate the idea of being distracted from my work because of some stupid friendship or romance…such a waste of time.

“Relax kid, we're good friends. If it doesn’t work out it isn’t the end of the world. Just…give her a shoot! Y’know she’s a keeper.”

I let a sigh escape my mouth, “You know what, fine. I’ll call her after I take that test.”

…The test.

“OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THE TEST!!!”

I was about to sprint upstairs when Jack stopped me. “Woah kid, easy! It’s only three o’clock! You’ve got plenty of time!”

As soon as those words registered I fell to the floor, not in pain but relief, my eyes closing as I landed. “Oh thank Cog, I thought I was screwed.”

I heard Jack laughing his aft off. Probably from the fact I had the gull to swear in front of an old bot who’s probably heard worse. I really should get that test done as soon as I can, but right now I just wanted to stay here on the floor for a bit.

It’s going to be a long day.

#robots 2005 #robots 2

0 notes

andrewkhurst · 1 year

Text

IS BROMAR MADE OF BOYFRIEND MATERIAL?

Martha was sat on the toilet having a wee. Okay, nothing strange there, I hear you say. Well, I don’t hear you, but I would if I was there and you were saying it. Our daughter running up the stairs to use the actual bathroom was a recent development. The potty used to live downstairs, for emergency wees when her legs weren’t long enough and her bladder wasn’t strong enough to make it up the suitable for Sherpa super steep stairs of our Victorian terrace. In order to make potty training fun, we were gifted a potty that actually looked like a toilet, replete with toilet seat, lid, cistern with push button and flushing sound effects and all. It did the job in helping Martha do HER jobs, until one day she told me that she was too grown up for the flushing toilet. YESSSSSSS. Finally, the toilet that meant our toddler both sat and shat directly in front of the TV was going to be gifted to the non-specific ‘little tiny baby’ who had a desperate need for all of Martha’s cast offs.

Martha marched purposefully up to the tiny toilet and removed the plastic cistern lid and its hilariously noisy flush, called her imaginary Sherpa friend, and climbed up past the first floor base camp to the unofficial town dump that was our attic to leave the cistern lid and offending sound effects ‘for the little tiny baby’. The shitter sans sounds remained for a couple of months, swapping out for a regular sized potty, which did not do a great job of preventing the foul stench of the increasingly gigantic number twos of an increasingly gigantic child of four from stinking the bejeesus out of the entire ground floor until three seconds before the next poop was due to plop into the pink plastic potty. One day, mum removed her gas mask and just put the potty in Martha’s room. She never questioned its relocation, and started clambering up to the toilet immediately thereafter.

I got the shout of “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD” from the bathroom, and went upstairs, ready to fulfill my duties as official arse wiper (a job that I cannot remember having applied for, but somehow seemed to have been employed to do), but Martha instead said “Dad, guess what?” With no realistic chance of guessing in the context of my daughter sitting on a toilet thinking about things, the best I could come up with was a tenuous link to the dinosaur that she had stopped colouring in to come upstairs in the first place. “ermmm...you did a poo shaped like an Anklyosaurus?” Well remembered, dad. 10 Dad Points in the bag.

“No, silly dad. Omar is my boyfriend.”

“Okay love, that’s great.” Wait. WHAT? Omar? The only dealings that I have had with Omar is when he had flown past me and down an alleyway near school the previous week chasing another kid, shouting the not very 4-year-old phrase “FUCKS SAKE BRO”. Fucks sake indeed.

“Omar? I thought that you loved First Crush?” (Strangely enough, ‘First Crush’ is not his actual name). She did. She adored First Crush in the hiding behind dad whenever she saw him kind of way that a 4 year-old does. She talked about him ALL THE TIME. Indeed, I had managed to wangle a brief 20-minute play date in our back garden with First Crush and his mum only the previous week, which Martha was over the moon about.

The highlight of the back garden play date was seeing my daughter and her future husband squished together sardine style in our giant rattan swinging egg chair, rocking back and forth to the sound of “We Don’t Talk About Bruno no no no” from the Encanto soundtrack. It was cuter than a room filled with pugs. The perfect photograph to be blown up and put behind the top table at their 2038 wedding reception. I didn’t dare take the photo of someone else’s child, even if he was my future son in law, so I filed it away in my tired old dad brain for my Father of the Bride speech. For a brief moment, it looked like First Crush and his mum were going to be renting a house three doors down from ours, which sent Martha off the chart excitement wise. When that didn’t happen because the landlord wouldn’t stump up to remove some dog piss encrusted carpets and replace them with some that weren’t permeated with pooch pee, Martha was devastated. So, as you may well imagine, Omar being my future son-in-law came as a little bit of a surprise.

“I like Omar. I asked him to be my boyfriend, and he said yes. So he’s my boyfriend.”

“FUCKS SAKE BRO!”

“Daaaaaaaad, I’m NOT a bro. A girl isn’t a bro.”

My knee-jerk response and Martha’s subsequent lesson on the first rule of Bro Club only took place in my head. Instead, I responded with a far more reasoned “Omar eh? That’s nice love. That’s nice. I’m going to have to introduce myself to Omar...”. I quickly Google searched for those wires that TV producers used to stick on the gums and lips of Dobermans to make them look all snarly and bitey, and found that they didn’t do them in Patterdale Terrier size. How very disappointing. I then went onto Amazon Prime and searched for ‘Arnold Schwarzenegger T-800 Terminator Halloween outfit’, thinking that I could roll up from school to a soundtrack of ‘You Could Be Mine’ by Guns and Roses, with my clothes, my boots and my modorrrcycle, and a pump action shotgun across my lap. Just as I was about to swipe my phone to ‘buy now’ I remembered about Martha’s army surplus tank top and combat boot wearing school chum, Sarah Connor, and removed the Arnold Schwarzenegger T-800 Terminator Halloween outfit from my virtual basket. I’ll be back Bromar, I’ll be back...

0 notes

dem-obscure-imagines · 3 years

Text

Stealin’ Hearts

George “Digger” Harkness x Reader

Fandom: DC Extended Universe

Summary: You’re a superhero and you just found out your soulmate is the notorious diamond thief, Captain Boomerang. You want to trust him, but you’re not sure you can just yet, so…now what?

Note: This is the sequel to He’s a Challenge. I really wanted to write a second part lol so here you go!

Warnings: Alcohol mention.

Word Count: 1.5k

Reader is: Female (but I would be willing to rewrite another version for a male or gender neutral reader.)

When the jet landed, you let go of Boomer’s hand and led him out onto the roof of your family’s secluded forest mansion. He looked down at the sheer size of it, his eyes wide.

“What?”

“Nothing, just…It’s not what I expected.” He admitted, hauling his duffle bag full of his few belongings over his shoulder. You led him in through the door and down the stairs to the balcony that overlooked the lower level of the house. You saw your siblings were congregated there, River looking particularly anxious, his arms across his chest. Rose and Ryan were sitting on the couch, talking, but their discussion stopped when they noticed you and Digger standing there, looking down at them.

“We’re here.” You called awkwardly.

“I see that.” River said, his eyes guarded as he looked the notorious Captain Boomerang up and down.

You led him down the stairs to where the others were and he hesitated, but followed after you anyway, a sheepish look on his face.

“So, Mr. Harkness, I’m not sure if (Y/N) told you why you’re here.”

“Well, I know we’re soulmates, so…” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, obviously anxious about the whole situation. “I kind of figured that was why.”

“Well, yeah, but also no.” Rose laughed, motioning for everyone to sit down, so you . “(Y/N), why don’t you explain?”

You exhaled a long breath, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I can.” You looked up at Digger and he smirked. “Yeah, so, uh, our mom is the queen of an alien planet. So like…we’re royalty. And because of that, through our laws, you get diplomatic immunity because you’re my soulmate. I mean…unless you do something super fucked up and then I can’t help you.”

He was quiet for a long moment, his expression confused, but also evaluating what you had just said. “You mean to tell me my soulmate is a princess.”

“Yeah.” You shrugged.

He grinned. “Wicked.”

***

With every room of the mansion you showed Digger, the more and more impressed he became, taking everything in. He was still expecting you to take it all back at some point, tell him it was all a big joke and he wouldn’t be living in your giant mansion for the rest of his days.

That was strange to him, too. This weird sense of security. He’d had a rough upbringing, that much was for sure. He wasn’t used to stability, even in his adult life. He’d been constantly on the run, in and out of prison, doing whatever he could to make ends meet and try to establish something for himself, and…here it was. It had fallen right into his lap.

You pulled open a door and led him into another bedroom. There were a few generic pieces of art on the wall. The comforter was charcoal gray and there were a few navy throw pillows on top.

“I’m sorry it’s so empty in here.”

“Why are you…?” He paused for a second, looking around the spacious bedroom. It was nice, clean…way better than the tiny, dingy jail cell he’d been in for the past few years. “Is this my room?”

“Yeah, is that alright? It’s next door to mine, so I figured…”

“It’s perfect, princess.” He smiled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“Well, believe it.” You chuckled, stepping further into the room and opening the drawers on the dresser. “We didn’t know what size you were, so we guessed, but we picked you up some basics. I didn’t know what all you had…”

Digger was silent, watching you with careful eyes. You barely knew him and yet you’d done all of this for him, going out of your way to get him clothes and bedding.

“And this is your bathroom.” You opened the door to what he had assumed was a closet or something, but no, he now had an entire bathroom to himself as well. “I know the shower can be a little confusing, so let me know if you need any help with anything.”

You blinked up at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. “You good?”

“Y-yeah, I just…” He chuckled and shook his head. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“What, did you think we’d throw my soulmate in the dungeon?” You smirked, watching the way he couldn’t help but crack a smile at that.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you for it.”

You were both quiet for a moment before he asked, “Do you mind if I take a shower real quick? I haven’t had a warm shower in…” He didn’t finish the thought. You both knew it had been a while since he’d had a bathroom to himself, let alone water that wasn’t already cold by the time he got to it.

“Go for it. I’ll be down in the living room when you get out.”

***

When Digger came back downstairs, you were almost shocked, looking at him. He’d trimmed his beard, combed his hair, and he was wearing one of the cozy gray hoodies you’d picked out for him. He looked nice. You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks when you took him in.

“What, princess?” He raised an eyebrow, walking over to sit down next to you.

You set the book in your hands down on the coffee table. “Hmm?”

“What’s that look for?”

“You look nice, is all.” You shrugged.

He grinned. “You think so?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded. Once he was closer, you could smell the eucalyptus shampoo in his slightly damp hair. You leaned in the tiniest bit, terrified of moving too fast, but he leaned in a bit too, only to be interrupted by—

“GIRLS’ NIGHT!”

You looked up at the sound of the voice with wide eyes, chuckling when you saw none other than Harley Quinn standing there with a bottle of wine.

“Boomer? What are you doin’ here?” She asked, looking at him.

“I found my soulmate, Harls.” Digger said, smiling as he did.

She looked between the two of you, her eyes widening in realization. “Wait, are you two…?”

“Yeah, we are.” You confirmed, slipping your hand into Digger’s. He embraced it quickly, giving it a proud squeeze.

“But I thought your soulmate was some dude named George…?”

“Digger is just a nickname, mate.” He chuckled. “My real name is George.”

“Ohhhhhh.” Harley nodded. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

“You know it’s Wednesday, right?” You said, glancing down at your phone to double-check.

“Oh, is it? I thought it was Thursday.” Harley laughed. “My bad.”

“You can hang out if you want to, though.” You offered, motioning to the couch.

“Don’t mind if I do.” She ran over and hopped onto the open end of the couch next to you, setting the wine bottle on the coffee table before crawling over to whisper in your ear, “He’s a keeper, (Y/N). You’re in good hands.”

“Oh believe me,” you smirked, “I know.”

***

It was a few months later. Much to your surprise, Digger stuck around. Part of you had expected him to leave that first night with all of your family valuables in his duffle bag, but he…hadn’t. Instead, he’d been coexisting peacefully with your siblings, spending significant amounts of time trying to get to know you better, reading, cooking on occasion, and helping with chores around the house.

He remembered in vivid detail the first time you’d trusted him enough to fall asleep with him. It had been innocent enough, one of your first times cuddling together. Your other siblings were all out of the house, so you and Digger had the house to yourselves. Naturally, you had popped in a movie. One thing had led to another and you’d ended up fast asleep on his chest.

He took a long moment to look at you, something he had never felt before welling up inside of him as slow breaths worked into and out of you.

Something changed then, and since that moment, he had been pretty attached to you. Not that you minded. It felt natural. He was your soulmate, after all.

“Princess, have you seen my—” Digger popped his head into your bedroom, frozen in his tracks when he saw you there, laying on your bed, reading a book.

“What?” You asked coyly.

“Nothing, I just…” He smirked and stepped into the room. “Would you like some company?”

“Weren’t you looking for something?”

“Yeah, my heart, and it seems you’ve been hiding it in here with you.” He replied, walking over to your bed and climbing on next to you. He gently guided your book away from you and took its place on your chest instead, looking at you with his sparkling eyes, his weight comforting on top of you.

“And here I thought you were the thief.”

“Reformed, darlin’.” He said, unable to keep the smile off of his face. For one of the only times in his life, not only did Digger feel safe, but he finally felt happy, and he knew as long as he was by your side, that feeling would never fade.

#captain boomerang #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang imagine #digger harkness #digger harkness x reader #digger harkness imagine #george harkness #dc #dc imagine #dc comics #tss #tss imagine

247 notes · View notes

tom-holland-parker · 3 years

Text

Secrets

Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you

Pairing: Mob!tom x reader

Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad

Word count: 2374

Masterlist

"This is your house" you said in shock as Tom helped you out of the car. It was the largest house you'd ever seen and it was crazy to think that it belonged to the man you're dating. He chuckled grabbing your hand as he guided you through the front door, "it one of my houses"

You rolled your eyes looking around the fancy living room. You kept your hands to yourself, afraid that you would break something that cost more than you could imagine. "You're telling me that we've been spending weekends in my tiny studio apartment when you have a living room that size of my building"

Tom smiled watching you explore every part of the large room. "I like your small apartment. It's very cute" You stared at him with suspicious eyes, "what exactly did you say you do for a living?"

He took a deep breath trying to remain calm as he remembered the lie he told you, "I'm CEO of a waste management company". It wasn't a complete lie, if you changed waste to people and management to murder. The truth is that Tom was too afraid to tell you that he ran one of the largest mobs in London. He was afraid you'd react badly and never want to see him again. Even though he’d only been dating you for 7 months he was completely whipped and would do anything for you. Lying was his way of protecting you and buying time so he could find the right way to tell you what he does for a living.

You tilted your head in confusion but didn't push for detail. Instead you nodded and grabbed his hand, "so am I going to get the grand tour or are we spending the whole day in your living room". He smiled, guiding you into the other rooms.

///

“And this is the library” Tom said as he opened the door to the large room covered floor to ceiling in bookshelves. You looked around, fascinated by all the books in the room. “Don’t get too excited, they're all history and law books” Tom said, chuckling as you sighed in disappointment.

“You have a library in your house and you decide to fill it with boring books” You crossed your arms, “I’m convinced you’re a psychopath”. He chuckled as he stood in front of you, grabbing your chin to gently push your head up. He placed a kiss on your forehead before sighing, “I’ll clear off an entire bookshelf so you can put whatever books you want”

“Well there's the classics, ” You began to list off all the books you could think of, “oh and there obviously-”

“Boss we got a problem” You were interrupted by a tall muscular man. Tom’s lips went thin and his jaw tightened, it didn’t take a genius to show he was annoyed. You stared in confusion but remained quiet. “Deal with it” Tom said, you flinched at the violence in his voice, “I don’t want to be bothered unless it’s an emergency”

The man nodded his head leaving the room silently. “Your workers just hang around your house?” You questioned as Tom’s face softened again. He chuckled nervously, “I prefer to have them close to me in case anything goes wrong”

“Interesting tactic” You joked, “It must be fun to be your employee”. He shrugged, “They still find ways to annoy me”

“But it’s waste management, how hard is it to keep track of garbage?” You asked. He laughed in amusement, as if you were telling a joke, “You’d be surprised”

“Seriously though all you have to do is pick up that trash and-” Tom interrupted holding his finger to your lips. “Enough about my job, it’s for me to worry about” He bopped your nose gently before smiling, “How’d you like to see the green house?”

You gasped, “Why wasn’t that the first thing you showed me? Let’s go”. Tom sighed in relief, happy that you stopped asking questions, “This way Love”

He grabbed your hand guiding you out the library to the stairs, “No one ever really uses it because no one here gardens” He explained as you got closer to the backyard, “But I saw all those plants in your apartment and figured you could find some use for it”

It was a complete lie actually. Tom had seen the way you covered your apartment with various plants, he loved the way you took care of them as if they were real children. When he returned home that night he bought a greenhouse for his backyard, knowing that it would be a place that can make you happy whenever you came to his house.

“This is so cool” Your eyes lit up as you walked in, hands grazing along the tables and large piles of dirt bags. You were mentally mapping out where you were going to put different plants when you heard a knock on the glass door. Another man, still tall but this time less muscular, entered whispering to Tom. You watched as Tom's eyes filled with a mixture of anger and annoyance. The man quickly left as Tom turned to you, "Darling I'm sorry I have business to handle real quick, how about you go to the living room and pick a movie for us to watch and I'll get to you as soon as possible"

Your eyes widened nervously, "you're leaving me in the house alone?"

He chuckled grabbing your hands to lead you out the greenhouse. "No I'll be in my office in the west wing" he pointed towards the tall man from before who stood waiting outside the door, "if you need me for any reason just tell Charlie and he'll get me right away"

You nodded your head as Tom let go of your hand, "Charlie will take you back to the living room, I'll be done as soon as possible". Tom quickly kissed your forehead before walking back into the house. You turned to Charlie, giving him an awkward smile as he began walking you to the living room.

After an hour of sitting on the couch and staring at the television you started to get bored. You couldn't stop the little voice inside your head telling you to start exploring the house. You sighed, turning off the TV. Charlie, who had remained silent the entire time, stared at you in confusion trying to figure out exactly what you were going to do. "Where's Tom's office?" You asked, standing up from the couch. Charlie stood silent for a moment before taking a deep breath, "do you need him?"

You shook your head, "No but I'm bored and since you're not going to talk to me I might as well find something to do?"

"As much as I'd love to help you" he said sarcastically, "Tom gave me specific instructions to make sure you don't wander off"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, throwing yourself back on the couch as you tried to think of a way past him. You knew trying to physically overpower him wouldn't work. Trying to seduce him was useless because you sucked at flirting, something Tom loved about you. You smiled, decided to do the only thing you knew best, catch them off guard.

"Can we at least play a game or something. I'm sure there's playing cards around here somewhere" you said looking around the room for the deck of cards. You remembered Tom telling you how he hosted poker night every Friday with his brothers. Charlie sighed grabbing the pack from the poker set on top of the large mantle.

You took them from his hand motioning for him to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table as you shuffled and divided the cards. "Have you ever played spit?" You asked setting the game up

He shrugged, "I've played a game or two"

"Great get ready to lose" you joked as you grabbed your cards and started the game. It only took 4 rounds for Charlie to start getting comfortable and if you weren't set on finding Tom you would've played this game with him all day. "Where's the bathroom?" You asked as he shuffled the cards for another around. He pointed towards the hallway not giving much thought about it, "its down the hall to your left. Gold doorknob"

You nodded getting up from the table and walking out the room. As quietly as you could you walked up the stairs. You didn't know exactly where Tom's office was located but you knew that the Library was in the West wing so it had to be close by.

You slowed your pace once you reached the library doors, listening for any sort of noise that would point out the office. It didn't take long for you to hear a muffled voice shouting. You took a deep breath following the voice to the door at the end of the hall. The shouts were louder but you could tell it wasn't Tom's voice.

You hesitantly placed your ear on the door listening for some sort of context. "This is the second time him and his gang have done this. I want him dead" the voice shouted. You imagine it belonged to a stressed middle aged man and laughed at the idea of the man's face turning red with anger.

"You can't just kill him. You still have deals with him that need to end first" You heard Tom's surprisingly calm voice. It shocked you how nonchalant he was about the topic of murder. The man began to shout again but you were distracted by the large hand that grasped your shoulder. You turned slowly not surprised to see Charlie standing in front of you, his face disappointed. "You must want me to get fired" he whispered

You smiled at him as your hand grabbed the doorknob. He moved to grasp your wrist but wasn't quick enough. The door was open and you both were stumbling in the large room. You watched as all eyes turned to you and Charlie, everyone clearly confused by your entrance. Well everyone but Tom, who had a mixture of worry and anger on his face.

It was that very moment that Tom knew he wouldn't be able to hide this from you. He watched as you looked around the room, embarrassment taking over your body, obviously unaware of what was being discussed.

"I'm sorry" you said, your voice was small and you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. Tom sighed, looking like he was having a small moral debate with himself. He lifted his hand motioning for you to come over. You slowly walked past the others in the room who were still staring at you in confusion.

Tom pat his lap, signaling for you to sit. You did as you were told feeling more confident now that his arm was wrapped around your waist. "Listen Jimmy, it's not going to happen until you close all business ends with him. End of story now get out" Tom demanded.

The man, who was actually younger than you'd imagined, sighed in acceptance and he nodded his head and quickly left with two men trailing behind him. "I'll deal with you later Charlie get out" Tom said with a tired voice as he rubbed his eyes.

You stared at him awkwardly not sure if you wanted to bring up the conversation you overheard. "Wandering around a large house like this can be dangerous" Tom said as he stared at you.

You bit your lip nervously not sure how to respond, "I'm sorry" you whispered staring tm down at the chain around him neck, "don't be mad at Charlie its not his fault"

"I'm not mad" Tom's fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress, "just happy you're safe". You chuckled, "you say that like there was some sort of danger in the house"

His lips went thin as he let out a deep breath. He looked at you, one hand rubbing you back the other gripping your chin, pulling you closer to him as he gave you a kiss. "I have to tell you something"

"What's wrong?" He bit his lip nervously, "I've been lying about my job. I'm the leader of the biggest mafia in London"

Your body froze with shock, not sure how to respond to that. "Um" you hesitated, "like Scarface?" He couldn't hide the smile forming on his face, he found your obliviousness adorable, "yes just like Scarface"

You knew that the reasonable response would've been to run away and never speak to Tom again, but some part of you knew that Tom was still the man you loved no matter what he did. You just had to accept that you loved a dangerous and powerful man. You sighed, "well if we're telling secrets I'm a hard core criminal"

Tom stared at you in confusion, "what?" You chuckled, "yeah in high school I went through a hardcore shoplifting stage I can pretty much steal anything” You smiled as Tom’s laughter filled the room. “But seriously I don’t get why you lied, Mafia boss sounds kinda hot”

“Sounds hot until you're dead because someone doesn’t like you” He said as he absentmindedly drew traced shapes on your thigh with his fingers. You rolled your eyes, “Don’t try and scare me away because it’s not gonna work”

“I’m just saying I don’t want you to get into something you regret” He whispered. You sighed, “Tom will it calm you down if I told you I love you and I’m not going anywhere?” His eyes shot towards you, shock filling them.

“Are you serious?” He asked. You chuckled, “yes now say it back before I start overthinking”. He let out a deep breath, moving you so you straddle his legs, “I love you” he whispered as he kissed your neck, “I love you so much”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You joked as your hips grinded against his. He paused reaching down to pull out the handgun from his waist, you laughed as he placed it on the table, “oh a gun”

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #Mob!Tom #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x reader angst #tom holland x reader fluff #tom holland fluff #mob!tom x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you

740 notes · View notes

oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

Text

Tik Tok Leggings

Masterlist

Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

Taglist: will be in comment/reblogs

You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x plus size reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you

1K notes · View notes

ncssian · 3 years

Text

A Favor: Part Twenty-Eight

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: the beginning of the end :,) if u made it this far i think ur cool

***

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” Lana asks.

Nesta closes her eyes, letting the picture swirl and take shape in her mind.

This time last year, she would have imagined nothing. Nothing but a desk in a busy law office, and maybe a nice apartment if she was lucky. That would be it. But now she sees…

“Somewhere with good food and good music,” she muses. “Maybe a sea breeze.” The sun-faded buildings of Portofino fade into the foreground of her imagination. “There are lots of people with me,” she hears the sound of children shrieking and Cassian’s rumbling laughter, “but it’s okay, because I love every one of them.” Her eyes open. “Is that a good answer?”

A near invisible smile tugs at the corners of Lana’s lips. “You tell me, Nesta. Do you like what you see?”

“It’s a little too cinematic if you ask me,” Nesta says nonchalantly, picking up her bag from the ground, “but I suppose all dreams are that way.”

“It’s a good dream,” Lana says. “A worthy dream, and one you deserve to chase.”

Nesta shrugs lightly, not too worried about the burden of the future for once. “Maybe I will.”

“In that case, congratulations on completing your final therapy session,” Lana says, setting her notebook aside. “You’ve made some amazing progress this year.”

Nesta gives her therapist her signature what’s-wrong-with-you look. “I’m going on vacation, not firing you for good. I’ll see you again in two months.”

“Two months can be enough to lose all your progress, if you forget everything you went through to get here.”

Nesta isn’t stupid. She knows that she isn’t suddenly desperate to make babies or be maid of honor at her sisters’ weddings or some bullshit. She knows that the image she just dreamed up, with Cassian and kids and her unburdened heart, is likely more than five years away. If it happens at all, it could be ten, even twenty years of hard work away.

She’s not nearly finished growing yet. “I’ll see you in two months, Lana,” she repeats.

Lana smiles at her fully this time. “Enjoy your summer, Nesta.”

***

The air is different in the Smokies.

Nesta rolls the truck windows down so she can inhale it, relish it. Wind whips her hair every which way as they drive down the winding freeway cutting through the lush mountains, and something about the look on her face makes Cassian chuckle and press down on the accelerator.

Nesta watches the red needle on the speedometer cross ninety, then one hundred. She can barely feel the June heat with how fast they’re going.

In the end, it was Feyre and Elain that reached out and invited her to the Tennessee summer home. Cassian had made it obvious that he wouldn’t push her to go if she didn’t want to, and at first she really didn’t want to. But Feyre had looked so hopeful when she asked Nesta to come with them, and even Elain had revealed a glimmer of eagerness that Nesta would say yes.

So against all odds, she agreed to go.

Exchanging one mountain home for another isn’t much of a getaway, but Nesta can’t help but be excited. Even with the unhappy memories of her childhood, she loves these hills more than any other.

The pure exhilaration of being back in Tennessee overcomes her at some point during the drive, knocking her out in the passenger seat where she sits. In her drowsy state, she distantly hears the windows being rolled up, before feeling Cassian’s hand guide her head to rest against the glass. The rest of the drive is warm and sunny, enough to lull her into a deep sleep.

The next thing Nesta’s aware of is the crunch of gravel and the feeling of the truck tires slowing to a stop. Fingers brush against her heated cheek, and then Cassian is murmuring at her to wake up.

Blinking her eyes open, Nesta twists around to see their destination.

For a moment, she thinks she’s still dreaming.

“Welcome to Holly House,” Cassian says with a grin. The house in question is quaint and sprawling at the same time, the way most upper class Southerners like their houses. The whole thing gleams with a fresh coat of white paint under the afternoon sun, complemented by a sky blue wraparound porch. Colonial style windows and proud columns decorating the facade of the building makes it look like the setting of a fairy tale.

Beyond it, Nesta can see cherry blossoms. Pink, fluttering cherry blossoms that fly off their branches and swirl through the air, some of them disappearing into the thick woods behind the house. Woods that Nesta has walked countless times before.

“The rest of the guys won’t get here until tomorrow afternoon,” Cassian is saying to her, “so we have the whole place to our—”

Nesta isn’t listening anymore. She unbuckles her seatbelt and shoves open the truck door, hobbling outside on unsteady feet to make sure she isn’t hallucinating things. But no, this is…

“Cherrywood,” she breathes, eyes wide in disbelief.

Cassian gets out of the truck, coming up beside Nesta to slip his hand into her shorts pocket. “What’s wrong? You okay?”

“This is Rhysand’s summer home?” Nesta points at the house. “This place?”

Cassian looks around at the building grounds in confusion. “Has been for the last two decades, yeah.”

It’s been eleven years since she last stepped foot on these grounds.

With wonderment in her voice, she utters to Cassian, “I’ve been here before.”

At his puzzled look, she explains, “I lived just on the other side of those woods.” She points to the trees. “There’s an old cracked road that hasn’t been maintained since it was first paved, and you can follow it straight to the poor side of town. Whenever I wanted to get away, I would come down that road and trek through the woods, and I’d end up here. I stopped coming because…” she trails off.

Because she got caught that one time.

Cassian seems to realize it at the same moment as her. His hand slips out of her pocket. “You…”

Nesta remembers a tall boy with shocked eyes and shaggy hair, and she shakes her head slowly in forceful denial. It can’t be true. It’s too much of a coincidence.

But he points at her, then her feet. “You—with the size six Converse,” he sputters. “It was you.”

Before Nesta can confirm or deny it, he grabs her by the wrist and starts tugging her along, up the porch stairs and inside the house.

Even with Rhysand and Feyre’s renovations, it looks undeniably the same as all those years ago. The living room is to her right and the farmhouse style kitchen and dining area is to the left, though she speeds by it all as Cassian pulls her farther inside the house, to the closet beneath the curving stairs.

He lets go of her hand to search the small closet, muttering, “I know they were here somewhere.” But the closet looks like it was stripped empty for renovations, with only bolts in the walls indicating that shoe racks used to hang there.

Cassian turns and heads for the stairs, and Nesta blindly follows him. She also wants to go upstairs, wants to see if the bay window looking out onto the garden has stayed the same.

Like he read her mind, he leads her straight to the room she used to spend hours reading in. It’s smaller than all the other bedrooms in the house, but it’s always been her favorite because of the view.

As Cassian keeps looking for whatever it is he’s looking for, upturning boxes and checking beneath furniture, Nesta drifts toward the bay window. She looks from the cherry blossom trees outside, to the full-sized bed, to Cassian, and a weight drops even heavier in her gut. She has to reach out and grip the edge of the dresser for support.

Finally, Cassian pops out of the closet victorious. In his hand are a pair of ragged shoes that Nesta hasn’t worn in a long, long time.

He comes over and drops them with a thud at her feet.

“Whose room is this?” she asks with a rough voice, still staring down at the shoes.

“Mine,” he answers simply.

“Oh.” She met him before. She met him before.

When Nesta dares to look up and meet Cassian’s eyes, what she finds there nearly robs her of breath: wonder, astonishment, and unwavering fealty. He breaks into sudden wholehearted laughter, which dazes her even more.

“What’s so funny?” she demands.

Cassian gets out between laughs, “What was it Rhysand said about Feyre? When they found out they were close to crossing paths when they were younger?”

Nesta’s earth-tilting shock slowly slips away, replaced by a stern look. “Don’t say it.”

He pretends to remember. “I think it was fate.” A wicked smirk pulls at his lips at Nesta’s resigned sigh. “But I have another word for it, too.”

“Don’t say that, either.” She pleadingly holds up her hands, only for Cassian to snatch one out of the air and intertwine his fingers with hers.

“Soulmate,” he says quietly, now less amused.

Nesta swallows thickly, not having any words for him. All she knows is that he is never going to let her live this down.

“Imagine if we’d gone to the same high school,” Cassian says to her later that afternoon as they lounge in his old room. “Fuck, I could’ve saved myself so much time with all those random girls.” They’ve been swapping childhood stories for the past hour, as if they might find more instances in their history of a red string tying them together.

Nesta doesn’t need coincidences or fateful run-ins to know that a string has always been wrapped around her ring finger, pulling her to Colorado and to that cabin. But for Cassian’s sake, she’ll gladly amuse him. “I would have been a freshman while you were a senior,” she says matter-of-factly. “It never could have happened.”

He hums in thought, head propped up in his hand, elbow propped up against the bay window seat. “Maybe if you were older. You would have been the smart, quiet girl, and I’d have been the player jock, and as soon as we locked eyes in math class, I’d be head over heels in love with you.”

Nesta cackles from where she sits in the window seat above him. “Now you’re just writing fanfiction.”

Cassian grins up at her but doesn’t send a rebuttal her way. The conversation falls into a lull, until Nesta has to reach out and ask, “What are you thinking?”

His smile turns a little sad. “That I wish we weren’t doing this right before I leave for another country.”

Right. That’s what’s been hanging over them the entire trip to Tennessee: that as soon as they get back to Colorado, Cassian is going to be on a plane to Milan.

Getting Keith O’Connell to quit—how exactly Cassian went about accomplishing it, he still won’t tell Nesta—left Rhysand at square one with his search for a team leader for his overseas venture.

When Cassian brought up the idea of taking the job to Nesta, he sounded like he hoped she would shoot him down, talk him out of it. He both wanted to go and was reluctant to leave, like his very soul was glued to his home and he didn’t want to unstick himself.

So Nesta, being his home, had to do the unsticking for him. She nearly accepted the year-long Milan position herself for Cassian’s sake, and it took weeks of coaxing and convincing to put him at ease about the whole thing.

“But we promised to go together for the first time,” he kept saying.

“We’ll still go together one day, and it’ll still be our first time there with each other,” she reassured him.

Eventually, he relented to her and Rhysand’s pressures with a single condition. “I’ll do six months. Not a year.”

Only Nesta knows deep down how much Cassian needs this opportunity. Though Cassian must know it a little bit too, because he wouldn’t have taken the job if he didn’t.

Nesta might have needed him in order to come out of her shell, but now he needs to get away from her in order to find his own shell. Something he can call his own, unburdened by his loyalties to the people he loves. So he can find who he wants to be for himself, without always being attached to her hip.

Rising to her feet, Nesta raises her arms in the air in a full body stretch. Her back and legs ache with being curled up in that window seat for so long without movement.

Dropping her arms, she holds out a hand to Cassian still sitting on the floor. “Come on,” she urges him. “Let’s go outside. I haven’t seen a Smoky sunset in years.”

“But it’s not evening yet,” he argues while taking her hand.

Outside, they explore the garden that leads into the woods while waiting for the sun to slink down the sky. Cherry blossoms ride the summer breeze wherever it takes them, resulting in Cassian sniffling and scratching at his neck as they walk hand in hand.

“Rhysand wanted to take these trees down and replace them with a flower garden for Elain,” he tells Nesta as they walk. His sinuses sound clogged, but he’s refused to go back inside until he’s explained every inch of the land to Nesta. “I convinced him not to because it would ruin the view from my bedroom window. Didn’t I make the right choice?” He throws a grin in her direction.

Nesta’s swallow is tight at that grin. “The view from your room was always my favorite part about the entire place. So yes, you did good.”

His eyes widen at that tidbit of information, and she can almost see him tucking it away as more Soulmate Evidence.

They stroll through the woods for a while, and Nesta points out the path she would take to get to Cherrywood—she still insists on calling it Cherrywood, even when Cassian argues that the house’s original name has been around since the sixties.

“Show me the rest of the way?” Cassian asks her, face lit up in boyish hope. “Show me where you ran away to that day I found you.”

Nesta almost expects the memory of the rundown apartment complex she grew up in to feel like being shoved into sludge: dirty, cold, and slimy. Instead, she finds she has no problem with looking back at her old home, no matter how many ugly memories she holds from there.

However, the dappled sunlight streaming in through the trees overhead has turned from yellow to dark gold, and she shakes her head in apology to Cassian. “Another day,” she promises him. “It’s almost sunset.”

They walk back to the house, rounding it until they reach the front. At the bottom of the hill that the house is perched on stands a pier that leads all the way out to the lake. Green mountains frame the lake from both sides, creating the perfect cradle for the sun to sink into.

They go all the way out to the edge of the pier, as if they’re trying to get as close to the sunset as physically possible. Dragonflies lazily swoop by as the lake is gradually painted in a hundred different colors.

Once there’s more darkness than light in the sky, Cassian nudges Nesta with one of the arms he has around her. “Look.” He points.

Along the shoreline of the lake, little dots of light have lit up to welcome the evening, their blinking glow so small that Nesta almost doesn’t catch it. Fireflies.

Nesta watches the insects flit in and out of the long grasses of the lake shore, getting tangled in the weeds and wildflowers. In that moment, she remembers something Cassian once confessed to her not long after his birthday.

I want to see more beautiful places with you.

Nesta ticks this beautiful place off the long list in her head—the first place out of many that she plans to see with Cassian.

More beautiful than the scene before her is the man in her arms. The man who was kind enough to understand a woman who barely understood herself, and to be her friend when she had none. The man who is extending his kindness right now by not having made any breaking-and-entering jokes about Nesta so far, though she’s sure he’ll pull them out eventually.

Discovering that she once found Cassian, just to let him slip by running away from him, only to find him again over a decade later—it comforts the tiny part of her that’s loath to say goodbye to him in two weeks.

Like Cassian is thinking the same thing, he murmurs into the dark, “I can’t wait to come back to you.”

Nesta huffs in amusement. “You haven’t even left yet.”

“I know.” After a moment, he adds in a low voice that not even the fireflies can hear, “Thank you for convincing me to go.”

She reaches up to squeeze his bicep. “Always.” And then she adds what she really wants him to hear: “Don’t come back until you find what you’re looking for.”

“I better find it quick then,” he jokes. Still, he nods in promise against the side of her head.

The only sound after that is the chirp of cicadas and the occasional lap of water meeting the pier beams. Nesta and Cassian stay outside in the June heat long after the sky turns ink blue.

***

a/n: next chapter is just some ic bullshit so take all ur bittersweet sentimentality here and go

tagging: @sjm-things @thewayshedreamed @drielecarla @valkyriewarriors @superspiritfestival @aliveahaahahafuck @cupcakey00 @sayosdreams @rainbowcheetah512 @claralady @thebluemartini @nessiantho @missing-merlin @duskandstarlight @lucy617 @sleeping-and-books @everything-that-i-love @cassianscool @swankii-art-teacher @wannawriteyouabook @arinbelle @awesomelena555 @julemmaes @wickedqueenoffantasy @poisonous-bloom @observationanxioustheorist @gisellefigue08 @courtofjurdan @theoverlyenthusiasticwriter @wolfiixxx @cass-nes @seashade @royaltykxx @illyrianundercover @monstrousloves-explodinggalaxies @humanexile @that-golden-lyre @agentsofsheilds @mercy-is-alive @cassiansbigwingspan @laylaameer01 @verypaleninja @maastrash @bow-dawn @perseusannabeth @dead-on-the-inside666 @jlinez @hungryreadingaddict @anidealiveson @planet-faerie @shallowhighwaters @ghostlyrose2 @chosenfamily-valkyriequeens @rarephloxes @readiajin @nessiantrashh @live-the-fangirl-life @ifinallygavein @xoblivisci @sjmships @jungtaekwoonie-is-life @lysandra-tiara @lanyjoy-13 @post-it-notes33 @loosingdreams @fromthelibraryofemilyj @18moneytoad @dontgetsalmonella @champanheandluxxury @togreblog @ladygabrielli1997 @meridainthedisneyland @moodymelanist @pixieelea @teagoddess99 @mystic-bibliophile

#nesta archeron #nessian #cassian #ncssianwrites #a favor #nessian au #nessian fic

187 notes · View notes

jerisch · 3 years

Text

The wrong catch

Another fantastic story by @writer-ofstuff, featuring Derek from Teen Wolf.

——————————————————————————————————

Derek groaned as he came to. Rubbing his head as it ached. He remembers getting out of his car and then blacking out. He goes on the alert a few seconds later when he realizes that someone has taken him. Derek can see it in some sort of basement given the layout of the room and that makes him assume it must be the Argents. Given how they've been trying to hunt him down for weeks now. The man who steps out from the shadows however Derek doesn't recognize as one of the Argents. Unless this bastard is a hired lackey they paid to capture Derek.

"Good, you're awake." The man says. He is dressed in a simple t-shirt with a jacket and jeans. He looks like he is around his mid thirties, his brown hair was trimmed short in a typical military fashion. Derek didn't say a word, realizing he's been handcuffed which he could easily break free of. He needs to wait though to see just who this guy is and why he has taken Derek.

"I'm surprised it was easy to capture such a dangerous criminal such as yourself. You've evaded the police fkr a good while only to just show yourself out in public like you did."

"I wish I was on duty when I spotted you, that being the reason why I had to take you like I did." The guy says.

"So, you're a cop then?" Derek asks. 'Good, he isn't a hunter then.' Derek thought. It also explains the man's clean cut boring look that most law enforcement seem to wear.

"Officer Daniels. The man who brought in the top suspect of a mass murder spree Derek Hale." Daniels sounds smug as he speaks.

Derek can't help but let out a small laugh as he looks at Daniels with a smirk.

"It seems you're out of the loop officers. I was cleared of those charges when they found the real murder." Derek says and enjoys the look on Daniels face when he tells him.

"You're lying." Daniels says. He turns his back to Derek and sees him on his phone. No doubt checking to make sure Derek was telling the truth.

"Fuck!" He hears the older man say, and Derek laughs.

"Seems you put yourself in an interesting position, officer. You thought you captured a criminal when you just kidnapped an innocent man. I'm guessing you wanted credit for bringing a dangerous criminal in for what, brownie points for a promotion? Surely when I get out of here and report you for what you did you'll be lucky to keep your job." Derek says. Taking pride in how the older man glares angrily at him.

For a few moments Daniels just stands there visibly seething in anger. Nomdoubt he is thinking how he didn't boost his career but ruined it for what he did in taking Derek.

"You may be innocent, but I can still use you to get ahead in my career. I just need to make you into a criminal is all." Daniels says with a sinister grin.

"How so?" Derek asked. Baffled by what Daniels said.

"I told myself I would never use my family's gift. I wanted to separate myself from that world," he says with disdain. "But with desperate measures like this I can make an exception." Daniels says.

Derek is confused by what the older man means. That is till he can sense the strong feeling of magic fill the room. Daniels eyes glow an inhuman orange and a bright aura emits from his hands.

"Your." Derek doesn't get to finish what he is saying before Daniels' magic envelops around him. Derek breaks the handcuffs and tries to make a run for it, but the magic is already flowing through him and makes him stagger on his feet.

"What are you?" Derek growls, his eyes flicker from his normal hazel eye color to beta blue before his glowing blue eyes disappear as his werewolf side hismstripped away from him. Derek fills hollow from losing such an important part of himself, all because of this pathetic officer trying to use Derek to get ahead in his career.

Rage bubbles within Derek and he turns to face the man who took a large part of who Derek was from him.

"You bastard, you fucking worthless pig!" Derek snarls. He clenches his head as it throbs and pounds sending small tremors of pain through him.

Moments tick by and Derek's body burns from his muscles expanding in size. Hard earned muscles bulging in a matter of moments. It being as if Derek spends so much time hitting the gym to work and maintain such an impressive physique.

"You think your tough shift huh? Cause you blindsided me the way you did and brought me here?" Derek goes on to say. His legs ached with newly formed muscle filling his legs out on top of his legs getting longer to make the former werewolf a few inches taller.

Derek's mind was in a haze from a mix of different thoughts and emotions filling his head that he didn't know what to do in the moment but kept talking as if he did.

"You're just a pathetic pig, a dull lackey and nothing more. You can't bring me down, many have tried and every one of them failed." Derek's voice grew raspy and deeper in tone. His voice was foreign to his own ears but he didn't show any sort of reaction to it.

Derek's hair trimmed shorter, becoming a simple buzzed over style while his stubble shaved away to leave just a dusting shadow of facial hair along his altering jawline. His jaw which took a more defined and chiseled look. His cheeks filled out, hismnose growing a little wider, his eyebrows trim down to not be as thick as they once were.

Standing there now no one would ever have thought this scowling man was once Derek Hale. The man the former werewolf had became sneers at Daniels with a menacing look as handcuffs reappear around his wrists while his mind is flooded with a new persona.

His clothes rapidly changed on his new body. The old tattered rags that ripped and tore at the seams during his growth became something new to fit his new self.

Damon Harris stared at the officer with a cold calculated gaze. How foolish, he thought. It was humorous that that pathetic excuse for a man thought he could bring in a criminal mastermind like Damon in. Damon was not only good looking with an impressive body, but he was also a genius with a seductive charm which he shamelessly used to get out of being arrested.

By sleeping with the officers who tried to arrest him Damon often used it as blackmail to get the men to drop the charges and thus making him walk out a free man each time.

This buffoon would be no different, just another bitch for Damon to seduce and fuck till the weak man's dick his dry of any cum. Damon puts on his signature charming look. Before he could even utter a single word to the officer however Damon feels suddenly drowsy. He stumbles on his feet, sputtering over his words before he falls to his knees and then falls to the ground fast asleep thanks to the sleep spell Daniels just casted on him.

"I no doubt made you into a more dangerous criminal than what you were excused for, so best to not take any chances with you till I get you to the station." Daniels says to Damon's sleeping form.

It was a paint in the ass to get the hulking man into his car, but he thinks how this, everything he did tonight will make it all worth it when he gets the promotion for bringing in one of their most sought after and elusive criminals.

"I'd say sorry for doing this, but that would be a lie." Daniels says smugly while he lifts Damon's sleeping body up and struggles to carry him up the stairs and out to his car. Once he has Damon in the back seat of his cruiser, Daniels takes a moment to collect himself. He is due to start his shift soon, he still needs to get dressed in his uniform so he quickly heads inside to do that.

He isn't aware of his magic being absorbed by Damon. The void that was left from when Damon was Derek and a werewolf takes in the lingering magic from Daniels' spells clung to the criminal. Giving him his own type of hidden power that would grow within him.

Damon wakes up when Daniels returns. The criminal thrashes in his handcuffs and demands to be set free, but Daniels ignores him and drives them to the station. He is already picturing the praise he will receive when he walks in with a handcuffed Damon.

———————————————————————————————————

"You may bring me in but I won't get charged. You can believe I will track you down once I'm out and make you sorry you every crossed paths with me." Damon tells Daniels in a low threatening voice as he gets escorted into the police station.

"With what we have you charged with I doubt you get out from behind bars anytime soon." Daniels laughed.

Damon clenches his jaw and sneers at the whispering officers who look at him. He won't stand for this. He refuses to be taken down so easily by a chump you used cheap tricks to capture him. Damon was a criminal mastermind, a genius Adonis. He refuses to be carted off like some common criminal like this.

"Now sit here while I get started on your processing paperwork." Daniels says smugly after he secures Damon in a holding cell.

"This isn't over! You haven't seen the last of me!" Damon calls out to Daniels retreating back. He curses and paces in his cell, thinking of how he can get out of this one. His interrupted by the door opening, he turns around and sees Sheriff Stilinski walk in. Damon rolls his eyes, the older man has been a thorn in his side for a while now and Damon is sure the Sheriff has come here to gloat about him finally being caught.

He notices how tired the older man looks, a mischievous idea forms in Damon's head while he watches Stilinski approach his cell.

"I'd like to see how you weasel your way out of this one Damon." Stilinski says.

"I'm sure you would, old man." Damon says. Loving the way Stilinski bristles at that.

"You look tired Sheriff, working long shifts again? Surely the pristine Sheriff of our beloved town knows when not to push himself too much in his work. After all, you're older now so you should be taking it easy." Damon chuckles.

"Watch Damon, I'm not that old." Stilinski says.

"Oh of course Sir." Damon says in a low raspy voice. He starts working his charm on the older man, flashing him a smile and leans close to the bars as he speaks to Stilinski.

"You do so much work for this town and do you get any recognition, any reward?" He asked.

"It's my job, I don't need a reward for doing what is right." Stilinski says.

"Yes, but surely with all you do you should get a reward." Damon says. "If a small one." He winks.

"Are you flirting with me?" Stilinski asked, taken aback.

"Depends Sheriff." Damon purrs. "If you can handle a young stud like me." He goes on to say and then rubs his impressive sized bulge. Stilinski's eyes follow Damon's movements and the criminal knows he has the Sheriff eating out of the palm of his hands now.

Men like Sheriff Stilinski who are overworked and tired are so much easier to seduce Damon's learned.

"I don't know what you're trying to accomplish here Damon but I won't be like those other officers you seduced and made lose their jobs." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"This is different this time Sheriff. No one is around to see us. With you being in charge you can easily erase the security footage that shows us having a little fun." Damon persuades.

"If it makes you feel better you won't even have to let me out of the cell." Damon added. The criminal then frees his fat cock from his pants. Gripping his palm around the base of his shaft. Damon's eyes lock onto the older officer's and he can see the turmoil Sheriff Stilinski is in from the look on his face as he mulls over what to do.

"Don't keep me waiting Noah. Who knows if you'll ever get another chance to have a taste of this." Damon teases. He grins widely when Sheriff Stilinski hesitates and then gets on his knees. Damon gets closer to the bars and sticks his cock through the opening towards the Sheriff.

"Go on Noah, don't keep me waiting." Damon insists. With another moment of hesitation Noah leans forward and tentatively takes Damon's cock into his mouth.

"See? Not so hard was it?" Damon asked. He gently thrusts his hips forward into Noah's mouth, pushing his dick further into the older man's mouth. His hands stick out through the bars and cradles Noah's head in his hands. Rubbing the older man's head soothingly while Noah continues to suck him off.

Damon would tease the older officer for being such a good cock slut, only he feels a strange sensation coming over him. He remains silent, a frown on his face while his body starts to get itchy. Damon doesn't know the residual magic from Daniels' spells is flowing through him and into Noah now. The magic making the two men become intertwined with each other filling their heads with a false reality of the two of them together.

Fueling Noah's loneliness while also granting Damon's desire to be free from his incoming imprisonment. Thus triggering Damon to undergo a second transformation. This one happens more rapidly than the first, making Damon fall into a dazed trance state so he doesn't even get to react to his metamorphosis into a new man.

Damon's hair starts to cascade down from his head as the Criminal begins to lose his hair. His hairline thinning out while more of his dark colored hair recedes into his scalp till he is left bald.

Damon's hard earned physique loses some definition and tone so he isn't as muscular anymore but still remains in good shape. Dark bristles of body hair sprout and grow along his torso, stopping just along his abdomen. Damon groans, his eyes glazed over, he thrusts his hips forward. His body moving on it sown to fuck Noah's mouth to plunge his cock deeper into the Sheriff's mouth. Damon can feel how full his balls are, desperate to release his thick load.

Damon's handsome face matures while it shifts into the face of an older man with rugged looks. Damon's dusting of stubble thickening into a fuller beard. His clothing rapidly alters on him to match the similar beige uniform as Noah Stilinski wears.

Damon no longer recalls his life as a criminal mastermind. Instead his head is full of new memories of being an upstanding officer of the law. Damon's own name is fleeting from his mind. His new persona taking root to complete his transformation.

Officer Darren Stilinski's eyes refocused as he awakened. An orange hue flashes over his eyes before that fades to his normal green color. Darren rubs his hand through his husband's hair as the room shifts around them. Placing them in Noah's office rather than the holding cell.

"After all these years together and you're still the needy cockslut you were when we met at the academy." Darren chuckles.

Noah looks up and is startled for a brief moment when he sees the new man, but his mind quickly catches up and he relaxes. Now he recalls this man as his partner, on the force and at home. Two wedding bands materialize on the two men's fingers while Darren fucks Noah's mouth with a few more thrusts before finally unloading his thick load of come into his lover's mouth. He pulls out a little bit after that, letting Noah lick any left over come from his thick dick head before Darren fixes his pants.

"That was fun." Noah says as he gets to his feet.

"Is it a surprise when you have such a stud for a husband?" Darren teases.

"You're so full of yourself." Noah chuckles.

"I know, it's why you love me so much." Darren grins and kisses Noah. His hands coming around to knead Noah's ass. The two officers stand there in Noah's office kissing when the door opens and Daniels walks in looking frazzled.

"Sir we have an issue. I brought in a dangerous criminal and now he." Daniels trails off when he notices the other officer with the Sheriff. He freezes for a moment as realization hits him and he sputters over his words.

"Yes?" Noah asked.

"You were saying something son?" Darren adds.

"N-nothing, sorry to trouble you both." Daniels settles on saying before he quickly leaves.

"That was odd." Noah says and turns to Darren.

"We can worry about him later. Right now I believe we are still on break so why don't we use it to have a little more fun." Darren suggests, pulling Noah closer to him for another kiss. Before they can continue Noah's phone buzzes, and with a heavy sigh the Sheriff answers it.

"Stiles is here to see you. Do I let him back?" The receptionist says.

"Yeah, send him back." Noah answers and hangs up.

"Our son is here." Noah says.

"Of course he is. I love him, but he has the worst timing." Darren chuckles.

"Yeah, but at least we can continue this when we get home." Noah says.

"Oh I intend to, and do a lot more to you." Darren promises. He has a flash of forigen thoughts in his head for a brief moment. He recalls what feels like two separate sets of memories in his head, but before he could focus on what they mean he quickly forgets them. He then just feels affection for his husband and their son just as Stiles opens the door.

Stiles pauses when he sees his dad and another officer around his dad's age holding hands and looking like they're close to kissing. The scene throws Stiles off and the young man is baffled over what the hell he just walked in on before reality catches up to him.

He recalls the new officer as his dad. Remembering growing up with two fathers and how much he loves his dads.

"Jeez, can't you two wait to get home to do this?" Stiles teases.

"So you can interrupt us there too?" Darren jokes, walking up and pulling his son in for a hug. Neither of them recalling who Darren was once before his transformations.

#Transformation #mental change #personality change #officer #cop #age progression #daddy

229 notes · View notes

sslytheringhufflepufff · 4 years

Text

The Burrow (Fred Weasley x Plus Size reader )

Okay so this one has to be one of my Favorite story that I have written, might do a smutty part two if you guys want. Warning: Self deprecation, shaming, Fluff

And remember Boys,Girls and Non-Bionary, a person does not Define your worth, you do, you are worth it. 2.1k words

You walked down the halls, tears streaming down your face, you just left class with professor Lupin, you practiced Boggart, a spell used to see your worst fear, yours being Fred Weasley, someone who you’ve had a crush since the second year, rejecting you because of your body appearance. You’ve always suffered being accepted, your family didn’t love you because you didn’t fit in on their standard “Tall, Pretty, Skinny and Slytherin” you said in a whisper as you saw your sister pass you by not giving you a look, you weren't anything like them you were short, chubby and a Hufflepuff. You walked wiping your tears away bumping into someone “Oi watch whe- y/n? Are you okay?” you looked up and saw George, you weren't close with the twins but they knew you because you were close friends with Ron and Ginny “Hey love, are you okay?” said Fred coming from behind of George “Ye-yeah I just got out of Lupins class and we were trying Boggart and well yeah you know.” you laughed lightly and the boys came around you “C’mere” said Fred as they both hugged you “It's going to be okay, whatever happened in there is not going to happen outside, don’t worry” “The good old twin sandwich” you said as you giggled “The best for the best” Fred said smiling at you making you blush “Thanks guys” you said as they let go “I'll see you guys around” waving at them goodbye as you walked back to your common room.

A couple of days has passed since Lupin’s lesson and you were walking to the courtyard with your friends when your sister and her friends interrupted the walk “Hey y/n, I just wanted to tell you that Mom and Dad don’t want you to come home, they said that you'll ruin the family pictures with your ugly and fat face” she said laughing then walking away. You felt tears well up but felt someone grab your hand “You can come stay with us, you're beautiful and I know mom would love to have you at home and in this year's family picture” Ginny said smiling “I don’t want to ruin things Gin, I'll just stay here” you told her “Y/n, you're my best friend, you won't ruin anything, besides Ron is taking Harry and Hermione, I doubt mom would mind if I take you” “She's right” said Ron smiling at you too, you smiled and nodded taking their hands and walking to the library.

The day to leave to the Burrow arrived and you were nervous, not only you were going there for the first time and spend your entire winter break there, you were going to be in the same house with Fred Weasley, and you were a nervous wreck “Y/n” ginny said shaking you bringing you back to reality “What's wrong?” she said studying your face “I'm just nervous” “Why, because you have a crush on one of my brothers?” she said you just looked at her with wide eyes “I'm just joking, y/n, unless you do?” you just laughed and looked away blushing “Oh my Merlin, you do!” she squealed “Tell me, who is it” she said grabbing your hand “Who's what?” someone said you shot a look up the twins standing in front of you both “Nothing” you said quickly while standing up, ginny just smiled wider “I'm going to wait for you guys outside” you said basically running outside letting out a breath “It's one of the twins huh” Ginny said making her way to you “Merlin, you scared me” “Which one is it?” she said smiling at you “Ginny, stop please, it doesn’t matter which one it is, he’ll never like me back” you said looking down, Ginny was about to say something when suddenly all the Weasleys appeared “Ready to go?” you heard the twins say and you shot them a smile nodding grabbing Ginny's hand in one and Freds in the other one as you felt a slight blush creep as you looked at the hands his was larger than yours but yours fit perfectly with his, a small smile made its way across you face, the Ginny squeezed your hands causing you to look at her and a smirk played on her face “Now I know” she said as you all disappeared from where you were and got to the Burrow. Ginny let go of you but you still felt Fred holding your hand “Fred, you can let go” you said looking at him “S-sorry” he said blushing lightly “It's okay” you said walking towards your friends smiling as Ginny looked at you smirking raising an eyebrow “Stop Ginny, he was just embarrassed because he was holding my hand, nothing more” you said standing in between her and Ron “My Children” Molly said walking towards you guys and started hugging her boys heading down to hug Harry, Hermione and Ron then getting to Ginny “My perfect Girl” she said hugging her “and who might you be” she said getting to you smiling, she had a warm motherly feel to her and you loved her already “Hi” you said taking out your hand “Darling, we hug here so get used to it” she said taking you in to a hug “Mom, this is Y/n!” Ginny said “Oh y/n, I've heard much about you! I'm so glad you made it, Love” you smiled at her and started walking beside Ginny “Your mom is a sweetie” you said “She's the best” she said looking at her mom.

Walking into the Burrow you looked around “Woah, this is amazing” “This is Home” Ron said smiling “I love it” you said walking around then stopping at the Family photos looking at them, last year's photo had Hermione and Harry “This year's going to have you in it” you heard Fred say behind you causing you to jump “Ye-yeah” you said looking at the ground “I'm going to head upstairs to unpack “ you said smiling at him and walking away “You know she likes you” George said to Fred “Na I doubt it Georgie” causing George to scoff “Oi you're oblivious” he said walking away leaving Fred thinking. Fred made his way upstairs passing by your room and overheard you talking to Ginny “Ginny, I should leave” “Why?” “I feel I shouldn't be here” “Did one of my brothers do something?” “No, your brothers are lovely” “Specially Fred, huh” “Shut up, someone might hear you” you said causing Fred to let out a chuckle “Come on y/n, I know you like him” “Okay maybe I do, but Ginny it doesn’t matter, I'm not pretty and I'm fat, I mean why would he even like me, I know I'm not even his type, he must like someone tall and skinny like my sister, not me” you said choking a little causing Freds heart to break a little bit “Honey, you don’t know what Fred’s type is, heck I don’t know either, Freds never brought a girl home so you don’t know if you’re his type, besides you're beautiful and he would be an Idiot to not notice it” Fred nodded at her words even though no one could see him “Come on lets go downstairs with the others and drink some hot chocolate” Fred panicked and ran into Ron’s room which was in front of Ginny's room “Bloody Hell” he said closing the door “Fred, are you okay?” Ron asked him “Uh yeah I just uh” “You were eavesdropping, weren't you?” Ron said looking at him “Shut up” Fred shushed him “Maybe I was” “On who” “Y/n and Ginny, they were talking about me” “Oh yeah y/n, likes you” “Wait am I the only one who didn’t know” “I have no idea but it's really obvious, she's always acting shy around you and at first I thought it was because she didn’t know you well but she's been my best friend since first year so I just figured it was because she likes you, besides she only acts that way with you, with George she's normal” Ron said looking at Fred while he stared at him in disbelief “Ron’s right” Harry said “I heard her talking with Ginny before we left” “What do I do?” Fred asked the boys “Well do you like her back” “I mean yeah, why wouldn’t I? She's incredibly nice and Pretty, she's funny, and damn she has big thighs that I could just ea-” “Okay stop please” Ron said looking at Fred “Tell her mate” “I will, but when we’re alone” “We can make that happen” Harry said smiling at Fred “Great, ill head out downstairs” he said heading out the door and going down the stairs.

You and Ginny sat on the couch drinking the Hot chocolate that Molly made you “This tastes great Molly, thank you” you said giving her a smile “OfCourse sweetie, if you want anything else let me know” she said giving you a smile and going into the kitchen “So when are you telling Fred?” Ginny said turning towards you “Never?” you said looking at her “What no, you have to tell him, who knows maybe you’ll end up becoming my sister-in-law" Ginny said excited “Ginny, please” you said giggling standing up “I already told you, he won't like me back” “Who won't” you jumped as George made his way into the room “Bloody hell you scared me” you said placing your hand on your chest “Fred” Ginny said smirking at you “Ginny!” you screamed at her as your face turned red “Oi calm down y/n, I won't say anything besides I already knew” he said sitting down “What” you grew nervous “Yeah it's obvious” you felt yourself start shaking “I have to get out of here” you said turning you heels and heading out the door “Wait, Y/n” suddenly you bumped into Fred “Oi calm down where are you going?” he said with a concern look on your face, you didn’t say anything and pushed him away opening the door and running out. “what happened” Fred asked looking at his sister “I have no idea; we were just talking and she ran out” “What were you talking about?” Ginny looked over at George “What?” Fred asked again “Mate, we were talking about you” George said “Me?” “Yes you, she has a huge crush on you and thinks that you won't like her back” Ginny said “Who told her I wouldn’t?” Fred said and Ginny smiled “Thats what I said but she didn’t believe me, she told me that the Boggart she saw was you basically rejecting her” “I would never do that” Fred scoffed “Well, she's had a bad life full of rejection from people she loves, maybe she felt that it would be the same with you” Ginny said looking at him “I'm going to see where she went” with that Fred turned around and headed out the door.

You sat down trying to catch your breath “Breath y/n breath” you said to yourself looking up at the sky “Bloody Hell” you ran your hands through your hair “Hey, are you okay?” you heard someone say getting closer to you causing you to freeze up “Yes” you said in nervous tone “You don’t seem alright” said Fred as he stood in front of you looking at you “I-I'm okay” you said standing up “Are you sure?” he said placing a hand on your cheek “Fred” “What's wrong?” he said watching the change on your face and suddenly you broke down crying “D-do you remember the day I ran into you guys after I got out of the Boggart lesson” “Yes” he said “W- well, the thing I saw in the Boggart was you Fred” you said breaking down a sob as Freds face changed “Hey it's okay” he said shushing you “I saw you Fred, and I understand if you feel that way, but it was you, telling me I'm not worthy of love and telling me that because of my appearance no one will love me” you sobbed harder “Hey, hey that’s not going to happen” “Fred, I Like you, a lot” you said looking at him “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way I mean, I'm not pretty or ski-” “Hey look at me” he said placing his hands on your cheeks wiping your tears away “ I Like you too, I like how sweet you are, I like how you want to help everyone, you’re amazing and beautiful” “But I'm not thin” “Well Y/n, I don’t care, because I like you for you, and besides I have a thing for chubby girls” “Fred” “Can I kiss you?” you nodded slowly as he got closer placing a soft kiss on your lips, you kissed him back, separating from the kiss Fred placed his forehead on yours “I'm glad you came” “Me too” you said hugging him tight, he gave you a kiss on the top of your head and grabbed your hand walking back to the Burrow.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x plus size #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley smut #plus size #harry potter #harry x reader #harry potter smut #ginny weasley #ron weasley #draco malfoy #George weasly #fred and goerge weasley #hermione

978 notes · View notes

yohangaontdj · 2 years

Text

Fictober 2021 (Gahan) - Day 31

Prompt No Day 31 - "Take me with you."

Fanfiction Fandom: The Devil Judge (TVN), Gahan, Lawful Husbands, Kang Yohan x Kim Gaon

Ratings: General Audience

Warnings: A re-write of the ending of the drama. Mild angst with a happy ending.

(This takes place after the bombing in the final episode and when Gaon returned to the Kang mansion.)

(This is the last of the Fictober challenge. And thank you to all of you who have been reading and re-blogging the fics.)

Gaon dashed up the stairs, taking two at a time, his thoughts going mad with worry and fear. It was all over the news by now and she would have seen. And the thought of her dealing with it all alone, Gaon hastened his steps.

"Elijah!”

He burst into her room and his steps faltered when she wasn’t there. Panic set in and Gaon forced himself to calm down. Maybe she was in the kitchen or in Yohan’s study and Gaon turned to seek her out when it finally hit him.

Elijah’s room didn’t feel right.

Looking carefully, he noticed that her computers were gone and so were the few books that she kept in her room. And walking to her bedside table, he opened a drawer and found her knick-knacks had disappeared.

Hope flickered to life, miniscule and easily snuffed out, and Gaon turned to her closet. Pulling the doors open, he found it just as empty – Elijah’s belongings were gone, no longer there.

It couldn’t be, could it?

Running to the walkway overlooking Yohan’s study, Gaon searched for more clues. There they were – Yohan’s stacks of books were gone from the ledge behind his table. The books on his shelves too and so had the AI butler.

Hope burst into a fierce flame of optimism and Gaon ran down the stairs, heart beating wildly at the thought that Yohan might still be alive.

Catching sight of the open doorway leading to Yohan’s bedroom, Gaon stopped – a sudden thought had him frozen to the spot.

What if he was wrong? What if it was just his wishful thinking?

And the pain that tore through his heart had Gaon dropping to his knees, crying out in desolation and despair. If only he hadn’t hoped than he wouldn’t have to mourn for Yohan once again.

Stumbling into the bedroom, arms wrapped tight around himself, Gaon took note of the emptiness with a numb disinterest. Yohan wasn’t there. Of course, he wouldn’t. He was already dead, beyond his reach and out of his life.

He should leave. But he didn’t. Cause there was one more room he had yet to step into.

Yohan’s walk-in wardrobe was just as devoid of his belongings as Elijah’s, except for two envelopes lying on the island which took up the middle of the room. One was slightly bigger than an A3 size and the other was a typical commercial envelope used for sending bills and letters.

Picking up the bigger one, Gaon turned it over and opened the flap. He pulled out a sheaf of thick papers and his eyes widened at its contents.

They were blueprints of the live trial show’s courtroom and notes had been scribbled in its margin. Recognising Yohan’s handwriting. Gaon quickly spread them out on the island.

Yohan had been meticulous. Every section of the courtroom and how it had been constructed were clearly explained in his notes. The location of each bomb had been marked too, a little X for each bomb embedded in the courtroom. When Gaon came to the paper detailing Yohan’s escape route, hope came roaring back in a sudden rush and Gaon gasped at the intensity of the feeling.

He wasn’t wrong and the reason why the mansion was so empty was because Yohan was still alive.

The tears that came this time was one of overwhelming joy and immense relief.

When he had finally calmed down enough, Gaon remembered the other envelope. Picking it up, he frowned at the feel of a small object. And opening the envelope, he poured the contents onto his palm.

It was a car key and a familiar one too. And then Gaon was dashing out of the room, hope sending his heart soaring and speeding his steps.

Maybe, just maybe...

And Gaon clutched the car key tight, clinging to the promise that the small device held.

There it was, sitting silent and stately, the car that Yohan had asked him to drive when they attended the SRF function together. A familiar figure could be seen sitting at the driver’s side, and Gaon was afraid to blink lest he might vanish from his sight.

Approaching cautiously, eyes never leaving the person, Gaon pressed a button on the key and there was a flash of headlights followed by a sharp beep. The person in the car leaned over and opened the door on the passenger side. Then he was back in his seat again, continuing to gaze at him.

Slipping into the car, Gaon looked at Yohan. He looked as if he was trying to memorise him. He looked as if he was afraid it might be the last that he would see of him.

And Yohan let him, his eyes apologetic and uncertain, and filled with a desire that brought a tiny smile to Gaon’s lips.

“Need a lift?” Yohan finally asked and Gaon wrapped his arms round him, holding him tight.

“Take me with you. Anywhere, I don’t care. So long as it is with you.”

(For more Fictober 2021 (Gahan) - Read here.)

#fictober21 #the devil judge #kang yohan x kim gaon #gahan #lawful husbands #yohan x gaon #just my silly brain thinking silly things

25 notes · View notes

alecmagnuslwb · 3 years

Text

Giving Home a Heartbeat - @doubleredweek Day 7

Read on AO3

Jason’s pretty sure that somewhere underneath all these boxes is the house they bought, he’s just not quite sure where.

“Jay Jay, Daddy stopped picking up boxes and sat down, so I’m picking up the slack!” Lian shouts over the distinct scraping sound of cardboard. Jason turns and there she is walking backwards her tiny hands pulling a box along that’s practically the same size as her not even breaking a sweat. Sometimes Jason thinks they really need to ask Jade about any superhuman abilities she might be hiding that could have been passed down.

Jason shakes his head and walks over to her lifting the box and sitting it over with the rest of the living room Jenga stack of cardboard boxes that is their life.

“Good work princess,” Jason says ruffling her hair as she sidles up next to him looking at all the boxes with a much more gleeful look on her face than the one he’s sporting.

“I am not slacking,” Roy shouts with a struggling groan. Jason turns back to the door watching as Roy takes a step through with three heavy boxes precariously stacked on top of one another in his arms blockading Roy’s body almost entirely from view. Jason rushes over to his side taking the highest one revealing Roy’s head his messy hair dripping with sweat and poking out wildly from underneath his backwards cap.

“These are the last ones and I just didn’t want to make numerous trips,” he grunts shifting the boxes in his arms. “Dick and Babs are taking the truck back and sweetly said they will not be coming back to help us unpack.” Jason rolls his eyes eight siblings, one younger than them aunt, two pseudo sisters-in-laws, a literal space traveling brother-in-law, three parental figures and one grandfatherly figure between the two of them and not one of them stuck around long enough to put all these boxes through the front door.

“We don’t know exactly how you want everything set up,” Connor had justified as he and Kyle started floating up into the sky and away as soon as the truck was full as if Jason, Roy and especially Lian wouldn’t happily boss them around with instructions of where to place things.

Stephanie, Tim and Damian even had the audacity to eat half the moving day pizza on their own, pick up one box together and then disappear. Teamwork Steph had called it before high fiving Roy and running after her boyfriend. Chaotic bisexuals Roy had sighed as they sped away on her motorcycle Damian already long gone slipping off like a silent shadow in the mid-day.

At least Roy and Jason hadn’t had to pay for the pizza they got one shared slice of, after twenty minutes of arguing about who should pay Oliver and Bruce had settled on splitting. Though knowing Bruce Jason would bet he added on a bigger tip when Ollie’s back was turned just to spite him.

“Do you think the Aqua Family treat each other this way?” Jason says watching as Lian tosses a small box up on the still covered in plastic couch and starts tearing at the tape.

“I bet they swim across the seven seas and happily move their family’s underwater décor without complaint,” Roy says as he slips behind Jason resting his chin on Jason’s shoulder. Together they survey the room with the knowledge that every other room in the house looks much the same, a labyrinth of boxes. It’s gonna take them weeks to unpack all the stuff from the workshop alone.

“I know we don’t know her as well as my dad and Bruce, but do you think if we put in a call to Zatanna she’d just,” Roy says flicking his hands around Jason’s waist in a pale comparison to the intricate patterns Jason’s seen her do in battle. “Ya know, poof and we’re unpacked.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” Jason sighs. Lian has fully opened the box now pulling out item after item that definitely all belong in the kitchen not on their living room couch.

Roy faux cries burying his face in Jason’s neck sadly. Jason reaches up a hand only slightly condescendingly patting at Roy’s head.

“Alright, we gotta start somewhere. Lian’s room is the priority, you and I have slept on far more uncomfortable things than a plastic wrapped couch,” he says, they’ve already got a start in there anyways thanks to Alfred the only member of their families who’s not an ingrate setting up her pink and green matching bed, bookshelf, desk and wall shelves without even being asked. Jason survey’s the room eyes falling over to the kitchen. “I’d say we shoot for finishing the kitchen tonight too, but we can always just order takeout again.”

“More pizza!” Lian squeals in delight twirling a bundle of measuring cups around and around in one hand.

“No, we’ll get something else,” Roy says and Lian’s face drops just a little. “Something with lots of vegetables, like Thai maybe.” She perks back up at that.

“As long as I don’t have to eat peas,” she grumbles trading the measuring cups out for a ladle she taps delightedly on the boxes flap.

“Fine, no peas,” Jason says slipping away from Roy and grabbing the box Lian has been playing around with as she shouts triumphantly about the lack of peas in her future. He tosses the things she’s taken out of the box back in and slides it onto the kitchen counter to deal with later.

“Go to your room and start unpacking the boxes labeled books first okay,” Roy says lifting her up from the couch her legs sticking to the plastic as he does and settling her feet on the ground. “Put some on the lower shelves, but don’t try to reach the high shelves without Jay or I’s help okay?”

Lian nods furiously skittering off clapping her hands in joy, her light up Scooby Doo shoes going wild with every step.

“Promise, Daddy!” she shouts as she hightails it up the stairs and turns the corner sharply. A light thud earns their attention as soon as she disappears from sight followed by silence.

“Lian?” Jason shouts after her already braced to rush the stairs if she doesn’t respond instantly. Roy does the same.

“I’m okay, I just kicked a box over!” she shouts back and they both breathe a sigh of relief. “And it knocked over two more!” she says with utter delight causing them both to chuckle.

“If we want to get this house done before she’s out of high school, we’re gonna need to send her for an archery range day with grandpa tomorrow,” Roy says walking over to Jason. He hops up onto the kitchen island kicking his feet out back and forth.

“And maybe an ice cream day with aunt Emiko the day after that, just in case,” Jason adds on as he settles himself between Roy’s dangling legs his back to Roy’s front. Roy wraps his arms back around him, placing his chin back where it had been in the living room.

They both gaze out across the rooms, across their home, across what it will be in a few days’ time. Jason never thought he’d call Star City home, hell he never thought he’d get out of the Narrows, but here he is a homeowner with a man he fully intends to keep for the rest of his life and a little girl he considers his daughter.

“It’s gonna look great when it’s all set up,” Roy says nuzzling his face softly to Jason’s temple. “The perfect mix of superhero chic and parents of a five-year-old who only occasionally cleans up after herself.”

“An interior designers dream,” Jason chuckles leaning back further into Roy’s arms.

“Jade’s gonna hate it,” Roy laughs.

“Oh god, I’ll fly Alfred out to help me clean just to be sure it’s spotless when the time comes. When does she get back from South America?”

“The fourteenth, she’s taking Lian for the week, remember?” Roy says pressing a quick kiss to Jason’s jaw. The fourteenth, that’s plenty of time to make it look it’s best to at least cut her sly judgements in half.

They’re quiet for a while comfortably listening to the rustling sound of Lian tearing tape off of boxes above them. She’s probably gonna be wrapped in it by the time they get up here.

“We own a house,” Jason says breaking the comfortable quiet still stunned by the fact they’ve made it here. Six years ago he walked away from Roy, the worst mistake he’s ever made, and somehow impossibly when he came crawling back Roy welcomed him with open arms and now they’re here. It feels almost too good to be true.

Roy nods and Jason can feel his smile against his neck.

“Your stuck with me now Jaybird,” he chuckles and Jason pulls Roy’s arms around him tighter, happily stuck. They bask in each other’s arms a little longer when the sound of tape gets louder and more prominent followed by a giggle and comical ‘oops’ from Lian.

“We better go help her before she mummifies herself in packing tape,” Roy chuckles slipping out from behind Jason and making his way to the stairs taking them two at a time. Jason hangs back for a moment just looking one last time at the space in front of him, looking at their home before following the sounds of tape being unwrapped from clothes and the laughter of the two most important people in his world.

#my fic #jayroy #jayroyweek2021 #jason todd #roy harper #writersmonth2021

45 notes · View notes

ragingpancake · 3 years

Text

Menace 2 Society

Set during any time period when Rodney and the gang are on Earth. Possible The Return era. John's away and Rodney finds out a life of crime really isn't for him even though he's really good at it. ~1600 words. Crack.

Author's Note: a repost from my old livejournal, written for @popkin16 allllllll the way back in 2011.

The alcohol stopped burning several shots ago. Now, it slides down as easily as a glass of water (hold the lemon) so he downs the cheap whiskey and motions for another. He thinks the bartender is smirking as he slides the glass across the counter, so Rodney salutes him sloppily with two fingers. "To," he hiccups and burps. Half the liquid sloshes out of the tiny glass as he raises it in thanks. "T'you. For keepin' the good stuff comin'," he says. Or at least that's what he tries to say but it's possible he's speaking Ancient. He swallows and drops the glass back to the smooth bar top and leans over, pressing his face against the cool wood. It feels good and he wants to close his eyes and just sleep. It's not like anyone would miss him anyway.

He sighs and rubs his cheek against it and then he sighs some more. This has turned out to be a spectacularly shitty day. "Ca'I get one more?" Rodney asks. He wiggles a single finger in the bartender's direction, but he will not be swayed. "Sorry buddy. I think you've had enough." It sounds familiar and Rodney remembers even though he came here to forget. "Says who?" He asks, drawing himself up to full height. It's most likely ineffective because he can feel himself swaying on his bar stool. He'll be lucky if he doesn't topple right over into the floor like Humpty Dumpty and that's enough to set him off in a fit of manly giggles. He mumbles the nursery rhyme under his breath--at least, he means to--as he stumbles to his feet and wrestles his wallet out of his back pocket. His fingers, normally so deft and skilled, feel fat and totally useless as he opens the flap and wrestles a wad of money out. It isn't easy but eventually he's successful. He tosses a couple tens down on the counter. "S'been real, m'man!" He calls to the bartender and sweeps his jacket gracefully off the back of the stool. Well, he thinks he sweeps it gracefully off the back of the stool except he's not graceful even under the best of circumstances and drunk out of his mind doesn't really count. He almost falls, but he compensates and manages to keep himself upright. He's the fucking man. "Smooth, McKay," he congratulates himself and saunters--stumbles--towards the exit. Rodney has one hand on the doorknob when the sound of raised voices catches his attention. He whirls around, but when he stops, the room keeps going and it takes a minute until it stops spinning until for him to see the cause of the argument. A guy who reminds him vaguely of Ronon save for the awesome hair, growling a woman who's smaller than Keller. Normally, he would back out quickly before the giant spots him because this is more John's forte than his, but fortified by several shots of cheap whiskey, Rodney puffs up his chest and opens his mouth before his brain catches up. "Hey!" The woman shrinks back, seemingly trying to disappear under the table as the guy turns, narrowing his eyes at Rodney. "The fuck is your problem?" The guy slurs. Rodney hasn't thought this far ahead but he tries for a defiant slouch and glares. "You're m'problem! Maybe you should jus'... jus' shut up and yell at someone your own size." Had John, Ronon, Teyla or even Zelenka been around, they would have reminded Rodney to take his own advice because how many times had he yelled at poor old Miko over the years? The guy laughs and rounds the table, but Rodney doesn't falter. If anything, he stands--tries to--a little straighter and rounds his broad shoulders. There's a very teeny tiny part of his brain, the part that's going to be pissed at him for potentially damaging valuable brain cells when he's not so drunk, that screams at him to run, but he just holds his ground. "You wanna say that to my face?" The guy asks, so close that Rodney can smell what he had for dinner. It's almost enough to make him throw up. "I said you should jus' shut up." The guy reaches out and shoves Rodney. The extra force is enough to knock him off his balance and he tumbles backwards into the coat rack. He's vaguely aware of the bartender yelling over to them, but he's annoyed now in a way that has nothing to do with idiot lab technicians. It's a struggle to get to his feet but he manages and this time when the guy swings, Rodney has enough foresight to duck. He'll thank Ronon later for teaching him to dodge the obvious blows and he'll thank Teyla for teaching him how to strike. His fist connects with the guy's nose and Rodney can feel the satisfying crunch under his fingers. "I did it!" He says, mildly surprised at actually landing a hit. The excitement doesn't last long though because he's only served to piss the guy off even more and this time when he swings, he doesn't miss. Rodney takes a couple of punches, but they're nothing compared to the beating he would have received before Atlantis, before Ronon

and Teyla, before John. They've taught him to use his bulk, his broad shoulders and big hands, to his advantage and while he doesn't escape completely unscathed, he's pleased to see that the other guy is no better off. Of course, he has exactly three point five seconds to celebrate before his arms are shoved behind his back roughly and held in place by the cool metal of handcuffs. A bar fight and an arrest all in one night? John would be so proud. And it's with that thought that Rodney doubles over and empties the contents of his stomach on the floor. --- There's nothing remotely exciting about being arrested, Rodney thinks mournfully as he shifts in the cracked plastic chair. He doesn't even get to go to real jail. Instead, he's being held in the processing room at the local police department, staring dumbly at the back of the officer's head. He's slouched down in a computer chair, playing Solitaire. Rodney wonders what it means about local law enforcement when they can't even win at that. He wisely keeps this thought to himself. "Don' I get a phone call?" He asks. His head is starting to ache and while he's sure he's already thrown up everything he's eaten in the last year and a half, he still feels like he's going to be sick. He really just wants Carter or hell, even Daniel Jackson to come get him so he can go home and sleep for a month. Or at least until John comes back. "Nope," the officer drawls and that's the end of that. Well okay then. He slumps miserably in his seat, handcuffs clinking the metal rail he's attached to. He really just wants to go home. Not home home but Atlantis home where everything was good and John wasn't being stupid and gallivanting off to another planet in the Milky Way with his brand new team. Without Rodney. Apparently, alcohol was counterproductive because while it was supposed to make him forget, it's all he can think about. He's pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a quiet click and when the door opens up, Rodney can hardly believe his eyes. "Hey buddy," John greets, smiling lazily like Rodney isn't handcuffed for a reason that doesn't involve kinky sex. "What are you doin' here?" "Bailing you out," John says easily. "And really? A bar fight? What were you thinking?" "I was amazing," Rodney says, smiling despite himself. He goes to stand and then remembers he can't exactly go anywhere, so he flops down into the chair and sighs loudly. "John?" "Yeah buddy?" "Can we go home now?" John just grins. --- By the time they make it to Rodney's apartment, Rodney's ready to seriously pass out. He's exhausted and his face is hurting from where that Neanderthal's fist connected with it, but mostly, he's just so happy John is back that he wants nothing more than to get upstairs, get naked and sleep for a month. This time with John. It's a chore to get out of the car and up the stairs, but when John finally shoves the apartment door open, Rodney stumbles in gratefully. "You left me," he accuses halfheartedly as he pulls his shirt over his head with clumsy hands, throwing it onto the back of the couch. "Big jerk. S'your fault, y'know." "It's my fault you got arrested?" "Yes," Rodney sighs. John doesn't argue; he grabs the shirt from the couch and then steers Rodney into the bedroom and Rodney is positive that he's stifling a laugh when he face plants onto the bed. "Turned me into a hardened crim'nal. S'all your fault," he mutters, muffled by the mattress. "A hardened criminal, huh?" "You make me crazy." "I feel the same way about you," John says fondly. The bed dips under John's weight and a second later, Rodney finds himself cuddled up against John's side. He presses his face against John's neck and breathes in his scent. "Don't go 'way anymore, 'kay?" "I'm not going anywhere," John promises. "Especially after this. Who knew a few hours apart would send you spiraling downward into a life of crime?" Rodney just nods solemnly and snuffles quietly against John's neck. "'M such a menace to society," Rodney mutters. John laughs his horrible donkey-laugh and

Rodney feels fond lips against the top of his head. "You're a menace alright. Get some sleep, McKay. I have a feeling you're gonna have one hell of a hangover in the morning." Rodney's already fast asleep.

#sga fic #fandom: sga #mcshep #ship: mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #crack fic #this one always cracked me up

34 notes · View notes

liptonsbabe · 3 years

Text

The light is coming [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Lexington! reader

Summary: The reader wants to leave Beauxbatons attending to her sister’s pleadings to join the Order of the Phoenix. Byron Murphy wants to leave with her and the rumors about the two of them having a romance follows them to England

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: none(?

A/N: Chapter 2 of this new story. I hope you like it! Bla bla bla english not my mother language bla bla, let me know if i screwed something up. Enjoy!

Chapter2: Beauxbatons

You received your sister's desperate letters all the way to your own room at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Your brow couldn't help but twitch at the sight of the dozens of letters crowding your window sill after you had finished teaching your classes for the day.

You let the Tonks family owl get in before it fell from the tenth floor of the castle of how gnarled its wings were. France had turned into a huge fridge in the last few days, so you were surprised that the little grayish owl could carry so many letters tied to its legs in the middle of a blizzard.

The owl let out a whimpering sound as you took it in your arms and, removing the tethers, laid it on your bed near the fire in the fireplace; you scooped some food onto a napkin and walked to your desk to read the correspondence.

Although you were familiar with your older sister's great euphoria when sending letters, you recognized that this time they were not just letters asking you to tell her how things were on the other side of the pond or demanding to know the latest gossip about your love life. No, the letters that your sister Nymphadora had sent you were totally serious, mature and direct; in each and every one of them she asked you for help on her behalf and on behalf of Albus Dumbledore.

Nymphadora asked you to return home even though she knew the reasons why you had decided to leave for France. She demanded your help to put an end to an evil that was plaguing the community and was forcing you to be part of an organization that Dora described as 'The Order of the Phoenix' created and spread by the Hogwarts’ headmaster.

You knew Albus Dumbledore very well, you remembered the man who had visited you at the Tonks' house on your eleventh birthday asking you to join the school he ran. No matter how much he begged you, you never agreed to what he asked, not cause you didn't want to, but because you and your adopted family would be better if you went away from there.

Andromeda Tonks was the mother of a little two-year-old girl when someone knocked on her door in the midst of a blast of icy rain. Opening the door she found to her surprise that a small basket was in front of her feet, soaking wet and holding a rain-soaked baby girl who was crying inconsolably.

"Ted! Come look at this, Ted!" She cried out as she carried the wet baby in her arms who snuggled into her arms as soon as she felt the woman's warmth “For Merlin's sake, Ted!

Her husband ran to the doorway as he carried little Nymphadora, who was hugging a stuffed hippogriff. The man stopped in front of his wife, staring in amazement at the gift that had been left in front of their house.

"It's a baby, Ted! Someone has left their baby here and in the middle of a storm!"

"There's got to be a note" Reasoned her husband, shaking with fright "If there isn't, maybe... maybe she was left here by mistake and we'll have to look for her parents.I s there a note? What does it say?"

The note Ted Tonks was referring to was nothing more than a piece of parchment worn and almost undone by the water in the basket. Andromeda held it up to the light to decipher the message, but all she could read was: "HER NAME IS (Y/N)". The message was accompanied only by a golden locket that had the image of a clay pot with hands that molded it; on the back were the initials '(Y/N) and an S at the end. Andromeda didn’t understand why.

Even with all that, they decided that they would keep little (Y/N) Lexington -that was the word that was engraved on the basket, with which Andromeda concluded that that must be your last name- at least until your real parents came back claiming that everything had been a big mistake. Years passed and no one went in search of you.

You caressed the necklace slowly, remembering the story your mother Andromeda told you, always telling you that, even though you were not her biological daughter, she loved you as much as if you were, and that Dora loved you as if you were her sister. So, you felt the need to help her in everything your sister asked you.

Your powers were strange, no one knew what they were due to, but the Tonks family never wondered even when they appeared out of nowhere, at five years of age and after having seriously injured Nymphadora. You decided it was best to leave for France and learn to use your powers away from your family.

Now you didn't know if Madame Maxime would let you go back home, after all, you had thought of quitting being a teacher to devote yourself fully to be an auror because for that you had studied day and night until exhaustion, however your intentions had been an enigma for Madame Maxime, who flatly refused to let you abandon your classes of defense against the dark arts. But, if Dora needed you, you had to be there, because there was nothing you wouldn't do for your sister.

Folding each of the letters, you approached your bed and with your wand made all your clothes fly out of the closet until they dropped into the open suitcase that rested under your chest of drawers. You deftly closed the latch and made it become the size of a coin, loading it into your front pocket. You opened the door and ran down the stairs.

You greeted every student you came across and even talked to each of them on your way to the principal's office. You started running, thinking that you had to be that very day at the address Dora had attached to you in the last letter she sent. You fixed your hair before you reached the office and knocked three times on the door. A light voice gave you the pass on the other side and you rushed in.

“Excusez moi madame” you said as you saw the headmistress sitting in front of her desk. On the other side sat a man you recognized as Byron Murphy, a senior auror who worked as an assistant teacher of defense against the dark arts. You frowned after Byron smiled at you" I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I need to talk to you about something important.

"What is it, Professor?"

"I... well" You cleared your throat, looking down at your shoes "You see, my sister has written to me from England as a matter of urgency and she asked me to return home immediately”

"C'est du jamais vu!"Shouted the woman, kicking her desk. Byron jumped in his place "This must be a joke. Just today my two defense professors wish to resign, is this some kind of loving decision?”

Your cheeks soon turned into two shiny fresh tomatoes from the embarrassment. Byron looked at you with a raised eyebrow and held out his hand for you to take, wanting to play along with what the headmistress had just said. You shook it off, because you were not indifferent to the gossip going around the school about the two of you.

Byron Murphy would take any opportunity to be near you, and you even thought it was all a plan of the auror when Madame Maxime appointed him as assistant for defense against the dark arts; you soon learned that the class itself was very heavy and that even though you refused to accept Byron's help, you had no choice but to lean on him when things didn't turn out as arranged. Even with all that, the girls came up with that both of you were in a romantic relationship. There was the day you overheard your fourth graders whispering about how they had discovered that you and Professor Byron Murphy were getting married next winter. You punished them with extra homework.

"No, god, it's nothing like that."

"Then what is it?"

"My sister needs me, ma’am. There's.... there's a matter in England that I must help her settle."

"What kind of matter?"

"Uh, well" You knew that the next thing you would say would seriously upset the headmistress, but you had no choice but to be honest and get out of there as soon as possible “She doesn't mention much about the situation, but in every letter she has sent me Albus Dumbledore's name comes up”

There was a long silence that was cut short when the huge headmistress stood up and the chair she was sitting in fell backwards causing a frightening clatter. You took a couple of steps back and tried to keep your hands as close to your wand as possible. Byron got up as well, walked over to you and stood next to you, holding your hand in case the situation got out of hand.

“Albus Dumbledore! That unfortunate little man! I've had enough of him since last year!”

“Are you referring to the Triwizard Tournament?” Byron asked

“Of course that's what I mean! That damned Tournament where Hogwarts had two winners, unfairly of course, but nothing could be done cause the laws of the damned Goblet were clear, weren't they? They didn't accept appeals. And then... what happened to that Diggory boy... what they said about the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.... Albus Dumbledore is a liar!” You closed your eyes as a drop of spittle landed on your cheek. Byron shook his head

“You don't believe in the Dark Lord's return?”

“Of course not!” You both knew that the headmistress was really annoyed as her French accent became even more pronounced. You looked at Byron for a second before looking back at the angry woman “I've read about it in the newspaper, in The Daily Prophet, as they call it, Igor Karkarov has kept me informed of the matter.

“Do you still have contact with that man?”

“Sure do i! He and I have been friends for years and he has been affected by the thing as well. The poor man has had to hide in a hut on the outskirts of Bulgaria from where he has been able to get hold of influences who send him copies of the newspaper every month. Otherwise we would both be in the dark. So i’m very sorry for what i’m about to tell you, Professor Lexington, but I will not accept any kind of resignation on your part.

“Madame, if you'll just let me....”

“Much less when you plan to join Dumbledore's madness. I'm sorry, but you'd better get back to your classes”

The thing was, that the issue was about more than just Dumbledore, it was about protecting your family, your friends and in the worst case scenario, the entire magical community. You may not have been present at Hogwarts a year ago, but you firmly believed what Dora had told you about Cedric Diggory's murder; there was no reason not to believe in the Dark Lord's return, cause even those who were Death Eaters had been disappearing overnight. And you firmly believed in your sister's word, she, being an auror, was aware of the severity of the situation and that's why she was strongly asking you to go back home and help her in any way you could.

No, you couldn't stay at Beauxbatons for a second longer.

"It is a pity that you don’t accept my motives, Madame, but I have already made up my mind. I have packed my bags and will leave immediately with or without your approval" The woman was about to retort, however, you stopped her "I believe in my sister's word and of course I believe in Lord Voldemort's return.

"Don't say his name!" Madame Maxime shrieked, covering her ears. Byron shuddered

"Cedric Diggory shouldn’t have died and we mustn’t stand idly by; there are people out there fighting and dying at the hands of dark magic, spreading fear and starting an internal war that we may never be able to get out of. Desolé, madame, but I cannot stay out of this. I have learned much here, and even managed to control my powers, despite that, i’m loyal to my family and, therefore, i’m loyal to Albus Dumbledore.

You turned around, ready to leave when the giant's powerful voice stopped you.

"Professor Lexington, are you aware that if you leave the school you will never return?"

You looked at her over your shoulder

"Believe me, Madame, if you refuse to believe in the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and try to make others believe it is so, then I have no desire to return."

Leaving the office, you ran down the stairs trying to get to the front door. After all, from France to London wasn't too long a walk, you could just disappear and show up at the place Dora had marked for you. You would if you had the slightest idea where that place was.

A few hurried footsteps followed you, stopping you in front of the main door.

It was Byron, who was carrying a small suitcase on his back.

“Hey, you don't have to run away from me, honey”

“Leave me alone, Byron”

“Well, okay, listen” He grabbed you by the cheeks as you tried to leave the castle. Your eyes met his, noticing how a smile began to form on his lips “What you said to Olympe was wonderful, it really was. And you of all people know that I also believe in the return of you-know-who”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I was about to tell Madame Maxime my reasons to resigning when you arrived”

“What are those reasons?”

Byron smiled sideways, stroking your cheeks.

“I want to fight against Lord Voldemort”

“What”

“Just as you hear, dear. After all, that's our job as Aurors, isn't it? I can't stay in this castle and pretend to be a teacher when they may need me out there. I've heard about the Order of the Phoenix, about Albus Dumbledore, his name is going around the world. So i want to be a part of it too”

“Byron...”

“Just... let me come with you, okay? You'll need all the help you can get”

Byron being an auror of a higher rank made everything easier, because then you would have extra help against the Dark Lord; however, you weren't prepared to be around him any longer than necessary. Byron stroked your cheek and, smiling, he opened the door for you. You sighed, taking his hand to disappear from there together.

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x reader #domhnall gleeson #domhnall gleeson imagine #domhnall gleeson x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter cast #charlie weasley #fred weasley imagines #george weasley #george weasley imagine

71 notes · View notes