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kumkaniudaku · 3 months ago

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Summary: Tensions boil over on the Thanksgiving trip to New Orleans.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3,060

Warnings: Smut (18+ content)

Previous: Sorry 2024

“Where’s Treece?”

Terry couldn’t care less but entertained the question for his mother’s sake as he took the seat closest to the window at their reserved table for a late breakfast.

“In the room pouting,” He grumbled with his annoyed glare focused solely on the breakfast menu. “She’ll be down eventually. Or not. I don’t know or care.”

Marvin chuckled over his mug of coffee. “I’m not all that convinced, son, but I’ll let you have it.”

As much as they were lovers, Terry and Patrice were friends who bickered like siblings. Petty back and forths reared their ugly heads at inopportune moments, leading to heated, silent arguments. A refusal to raise their voices at each other out of respect resulted in hushed whispers and sarcastic jabs that were so ridiculous to those not involved that Terry’s parents often referred to them as live telenovelas.

Their latest episode was the most trivial to date.

Separate families stationed in conflicting parts of the country forced the newest Richmond couple to compromise on how they split their holiday schedule. With a family known for their culinary pursuits, Terry naturally claimed Thanksgiving for his side. Although she couldn’t bear the thought of missing her Nana’s fresh apple pie, Patrice compromised with the caveat that their New Year’s plans were neutral ground for them and them alone. Handshake and lip lock agreements set them on a path to plan for the final six weeks of the year.

For all of his careful planning, Terry didn’t anticipate how his wife’s commitment to the pupils under her care would collide with his plans to spend extended time in New Orleans.

“Baby, it’s just two days.” He explained to Patrice while he helped clear the table after dinner one evening. “I’ll get you on the first flight out Wednesday morning. Promise.”

“I know, but still. I’m gonna miss you. We’re not apart that often.”

“We’ll make it worth the wait once you get there.”

Repeated promises to steal some alone time once reunited preceded quick kisses as Terry prepared to join his parents and siblings on a flight early Monday morning. But, once the sun set on their first day apart in months, loneliness and frustration set in for Patrice. Text messages slowed to a creep. Sparse voice notes attempted to fill the void left in their near-silent home. She wasn’t mad at Terry for enjoying time with his loved ones. She was pissed at herself for being so lovesick that her stomach churned. Sickening. This type of yearning was sickening.

Excitement took a backseat to unshakeable irritability on her solo flight to the Big Easy on Wednesday morning. No hugs, kisses, or meaningful conversation for 48 hours could send even the most solitary person over the edge. Terry sent messages in droves to share his excitement for her arrival and she fought the urge to snap back at him. His smiling face greeting her at the hotel’s front entrance briefly soothed her ire until the reality that they couldn’t shake his family’s company set in.

Every private conversion came with an intrusion. Kisses meant to go further than a quick peck were interrupted before they could start. Attempts at sneaking away never came to fruition. Soon, Patrice’s sour attitude became Terry’s disposition. He knew his anger was misdirected, but couldn’t find the words to explain his annoyance.

They didn’t speak before bed Wednesday night and barely looked at each other Thursday morning. One angry Richmond was enough. Two made everyone uncomfortable.

“It’s time for breakfast, Treece.” What Terry intended as an innocent reminder came out as a gruff bark that he couldn’t take back before Patrice opened her mouth to respond.

“I know! I can see the time!”

“Then hurry up!”

“Fuck it! I’ll eat by myself!”

“Fine!”

Their silly exchange ended with Terry tossing the second hotel key on the bed before he stomped out of the room, allowing the door to slam behind him.

The moment replayed in his head as he scanned the menu for something they could share in case she made her way out of self-imposed solitary confinement.

“Well, I hope she makes it down. I wanted her to try a few things,” DeeDee added, unaware that the entire conversation was pushing her son to his limits. “The French toast is something.”

Terry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, if you can get her off the third floor, do whatever you please.”

“She’s probably happy to have you out of her back pocket. My girl can’t catch a break,” Zorah teased.

Zanah laughed and shook her head. “You haven’t seen Patrice. I swear she was trying to climb into his skin when the elevator doors opened last night. They’re equally insane.”

“See what happens when you end up in grown folks’ business?”

“Oh, please.”

Zanah childishly stuck out her tongue and received a middle finger pulled out of his hoodie’s front pocket as a prize for her antics.

“Stop it, you two.”

“I thought when y’all became adults all this shit would slow up,” Marvin groaned, shaking his head as his two stubborn children traded schoolyard insults just short of joking about each other’s mama. Movement in his periphery offered what he hoped was a change of pace. “Oh thank God. The guest of honor is here.”

Patrice offered a weak wave and smile upon her approach, hoping they couldn’t see the remnants of a frustrated cry on her face. Terry could, though. He flashed her a concerned look and she answered with eyes that begged him not to inquire further. A round of hugs and greetings sent her to the empty seat across from her husband.

The friction between them was palpable. They didn’t extend each other the luxury of pet names and googly-eyed grins like they normally would. Time spent canoodling was replaced by stolen glances and tight-lipped requests to pass over utensils.

DeeDee cleared her throat for their attention. “Um, hi. Mom checking in here. Is there a problem between you two that we should be aware of?”

“No,” Patrice answered loud enough to eclipse whatever Terry attempted to share. “We’re fine. James is not feeling very affectionate this morning for reasons unknown, but we’re fine outside of that. Right, James? Just fine, huh?”

“Peachy. Nicole is throwing a tantrum over God knows what but Nicole refuses to say more than three words to me at a time, so, while I love Nicole, I will not spend my morning chasing her around because Nicole is not a child and can use her words.”

Terry’s rant came through gritted teeth, leaving him almost out of breath as he neared the end.

Patrice couldn’t formulate a rebuttal despite wanting to take their spat to the next level. She could only hang on to the firmness in his tone, the words sounding more like a warning than an explanation for their distance. Terry caught the flicker of something mischievous in her eyes and how she slowly crossed her legs beneath the table before grazing her foot against his clothed calf. His frown faltered for a moment. An unspoken understanding was telepathically communicated.

Four sets of eyes stared back at the standoff in utter confusion.

Zanah took a loud sip of water to snap them out of their trance. “Oh-kay. So, I was thinking about gettin’ this crawfish omelet. Daddy, you oughta get the quesadilla so I can get a piece of that and, Zo, you get the Benny.”

“But I don’t wanna share my food with you.”

“Zorah! We are twins. We share!”

Chatter about seafood dressing and late-night spades tournaments planned for the rest of the day swirled around Terry and Patrice as they maintained senseless anger, too committed to the misunderstanding to relent without feeling embarrassed.

The quiet simmer of mixed emotions followed them after tabs were paid, cocktails were consumed, and the elevator lifting them to the third floor was emptied of spectating parties. Terry pretended to type into his phone while sneaking looks at the way Patrice’s ass sat up in her leggings.

“You wanna talk when we get in or what?”

Patrice turned to look over her shoulder. “We can.” Her eyes caught the slow lick of his bottom lip before flickering back up to find him already watching her. “If you want.”

“Good. I’m tired of the attitude.”

“Great because I’m tired of yours.”

Having a civil discussion became a background thought once the soft buzz and click of their room door put them seconds away from the privacy they so desperately craved.

Terry covertly slid the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the outside handle before double-checking the deadbolt lock and metal latch. Patrice busied herself with the television remote, turning a rerun of CSI: Miami up to a reasonable volume. Just enough to drown out an explosive meeting of minds or bodies.

“Ready?” Terry questioned as he pulled his hoodie up, then over his head to deposit it on the back of the nearby desk chair. “We only have an hour or so before we need to head out.”

“I think we can settle this pretty quick. Don’t you?”

“Depends. I got a lot to say.”

They watched each other step out of their shirts, socks, and pants, still pretending that some relationship chat was on the other side of their time together.

Down to thin layers of underwear and insatiable desire, they met for skin-to-skin contact. Patrice set a pace that only Terry could match. Frantic hands gripped broad shoulders to hike one long leg around his waist. Heavy hands found a home beneath round ass for a full sensory experience.

Patrice pulled away from a messy kiss for a deep enough breath to bark instructions at her phone for a 15-minute timer. The race was on. Friction would either bring a resolution or be why they found common ground.

Words were hard to come by during a hungry heavy-petting period. Shared breaths and wandering hands communicated every need, peeling away the last barriers that kept them separated. Touch me like this. Kiss me there. I need you here.

Soon, the itchy hotel carpet pressed into the delicate skin of Patrice’s knees while she looked up at a clenched jaw and flexed abs. She wanted to feel him grow to all of his glory inside her mouth, and he was happy to oblige her request. A fist full of knotless braids kept Terry feeling like he had control of the situation, though they both knew the truth.

Gagging and gawking provided a filthy auditory masterpiece that he hoped to remember for as long as he lived. Curses meant as praise fueled her performance as she pressed crescent moons into his thighs to remain stable. Her lash extensions drooped under the weight of alligator tears. Her jaw ached from being stretched to capacity over and over. Her thighs burned from her kneeling position. None of the discomforts could deter her from the goal.

Terry gently placed a warm palm on Patrice’s cheek, admiring her work with a hazy smile. “Missed me, huh?” he breathed out, earning a grin.

“Mhmmm.”

“I missed you, too. Come here.”

“Missed” was an understatement. A flat-out lie. He was just as needy, just as excited to be inside her, just as ready to abandon demure social norms to unleash the lust and love brewing inside as she was.

An indescribable pleasure emerged from using and being used. No holds barred. Unrestrained aside from muffled groans unleashed into crisp white pillowcases and skin slick with fresh sweat.

Terry kept Patrice’s chest pressed into the bed with one hand splayed between her shoulder blades and the other tangled at her roots. She fisted the sheets to keep a grip on the bed and reality while her eyes went in and out of focus. An open mouth produced choked squeaks between sharp breaths. She listened to her name roll from her lover’s lips like a sonnet written just for her.

He was close. His body tensed with every stroke. Sweet talk broke into throaty groans. Hips lost their rhythm as they sought deeper connection. It was a good angle, but Patrice knew it could be better. It had to get better. This had to be worth it. Who knew when they’d have the chance to fuck each other senseless in the city they made their first commitment to rekindle an almost forgotten flame?

“Let me see you,” Patrice moaned, her head turned just enough to get Terry’s attention. “Please. I wanna see your face.”

Exhausted limbs shifted and reconnected at the head of the bed, dragging linens along with them. Patrice propped her body on one elbow to shorten the distance between their faces before pulling Terry into a kiss by the back of his head. He was equally tender and possessive, leading with full lips and a tongue eager to taste the remnants of juice and syrup left inside her mouth.

Then came fingers. Patrice replaced her swollen lips with her middle and ring digits in search of lubrication for other pursuits. The dull ache between her legs needed concentrated attention to reach the promised land. Terry didn’t need further direction. He did as he was told with a gaze just playful enough to convey that he knew what was up. He couldn’t wait to witness what she had in store.

Their foreheads pressed together as they focused on the slow, lazy circles Patrice drew on her pearl. Terry added his contribution according to her pace, drawing in and out so dazed that he wouldn’t have been able to repeat his name if prompted.

His brow furrowed to match his effort. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

He meant his compliment for his wife though he spoke the words to the body responsible for his glee in the moment. She giggled and threw her head back like a cowgirl to enjoy the ride.

Terry readjusted his angle to chase her lips as a familiar tingle set in. His arms hooked one leg at the bend of her knee before pressing forward on one hand for leverage to drive faster. Harder.

They were close again, each chasing an individual high harder and faster than before.

Patrice tried to play innocent as her sultry voice egged him on with seemingly innocuous statements. “You’re so good to me, baby. What did I do to deserve you, hm?”

He tried to slow down, tried to prolong the moment despite his hips driving forward with more and more power. Patrice licked and kissed the shell of his ear to egg him on.

“Don’t hold back, Terrence. I’m all yours.”

A whimper escaped past his lips before a simple concession speech. “Oh…fuck.”

An unraveling. Muffling broken words against lips curled into a triumphant smile, Terry came undone with his eyes clamped shut to see colors dance behind closed lids. Her orgasm crashing in wasn’t enough for Patrice to break eye contact. She stared back the entire time, mouth opened and eyes transfixed in a devious stare under low eyelids. She didn’t want to miss a moment of his chest heaving, arms tensing, and hips bucking to deliver her the perfect body high she could get without drugs. Earth-shattering, thigh-quaking releases had their place, no doubt. They could never replace the sensation of falling more in love with every electric shockwave brought forth by the love of her life.

Terry floated back into reality feeling lightheaded, stress-free, and searching for sweet kisses to cap off filthy deeds.

“Baby, you’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” he joked before pressing three quick pecks to Patrice’s lips. “Spoiled and gorgeous.”

She giggled along with him. “If that’s true, why haven’t I been able to get rid of you yet.”

“Because I like you like that. You think I do all this for you to be normal?”

Light laughter and yet another round of theme song guitar synths rang out as they disconnected and found rest cuddled atop crumpled sheets. Patrice shifted to place her chest on top of Terry’s and traced her index finger along his beautiful cheekbones.

“We’re playing with fire, TJ. I know you got the notification about this week being risky.”

“Don’t act like I was the one throwing a tantrum this morning.”

“A tantrum is strong, okay! A tiny meltdown, maybe.” The sudden ring of her long-forgotten alarm cut their laughter short and drew attention to the nightstand. “Right on time.” Patrice stretched across Terry to handle the distraction, drawing his physical attention as he caressed and dropped kisses along her hip. She came back to him and kissed both of his lips separately. “Sorry for being a bitch. I’m working on it.”

“Ask for what you want next time. It’s yours. I’m yours,” He answered as he pushed a few stray braids over her shoulder.

“Use my words?”

“Use your words.”

“I need more kisses. Or I'll melt. You wouldn't let me melt, right?”

Amorous feelings were back on the rise as they shared a slow, relaxed kiss unfit for two people on a tight schedule.

Patrice pulled a way first to nuzzle her nose against Terry’s. “D’you wanna shower with me? It’s okay if you don’t. I just…need to spend a little more time together.”

She was bashful, almost refusing to look him in the face as if asking him to bathe together was somehow more revealing than what they’d just shared.

“Not too hot on the water, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

Terry chuckled as another kiss and loose instructions sent Patrice on her way with a giddy hop in her step. He listened to her make arrangements in the bathroom while he made the room more like somewhere to sleep and not ground zero of a natural disaster.

He placed clothes in neat stacks, straightened items that took a tumble in the heat of the moment and piled dirty sheets in the middle of their bed. When all was complete, he took a seat to contact the front desk.

“Hey, could we get some fresh sheets later today? Room 335.” Patrice calling for him from the shower made him smile against the receiver. “Sure, extra towels too. Yes ma’am. I appreciate it.”

Thank God for housekeeping. In one hour the room would return to pristine condition for another romp or relaxation. A night of good food and better drinks would decide their fate for them.

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bweeeb · 7 months ago

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TENNIS CLASSES

Art Donaldson x Reader

Notes: Age difference (Art is 29/31 and Y/n is 19), Dirty content, Smut, P in v and whatever...

Notes: This writing was very messy and I apologize for that.

Summary: When Tashi convinces Art to continue in the tennis business, he agrees to teach Y/n Adams, but he didn't know that the 19-year-old girl would be such a problem for him.

Art Donaldson thought the house he lived in was fancy, but when he arrived at the Adams' residence, he almost thought he'd stopped at the wrong place. The house was surreal. As he stepped out of the car, looking for the entrance, the front door was opened by Y/n, wearing an extremely short white skirt and a Nike sweatshirt in the same shade.

To Y/n, the skirt looked normal, but it was definitely the first thing Art noticed about the new student. — Hey, sorry for the visual confusion this place is. My mom loves trees around the house. Not that she likes dealing with dirt, because she hates it, but you get me. — Y/n said while descending the stairs with a gentle smile for the man, who smiled back.

— Nice to meet you, Art. I'm Y/n.

— Hi, sure, I'm happy to be here. — He said, grabbing the hand she had extended as a greeting. Art didn't know how many times he repeated in his head how soft her hand was.

— My parents are out for a while, but if they were here, they'd show you around. Since they're not, you've got me, so... I can show you the court out back if you want.

— The house is pretty cool. I'm curious to see the back. — Art said, looking at Y/n who was ahead of him, and it was almost inevitable for him not to check her out entirely when she turned to walk.

— So, how much tennis do you know? — He asked as Y/n stopped and opened the door leading them to the back of the house.

— Not much. My dad likes to play, so I learned a thing or two, but you know how it is.

— If he knows, why doesn't he teach you?

— Well, he wants me to learn from the best. — She said, glancing sideways at Art who chuckled as they passed by the pool and walked towards the tennis court.

— I think that's flattery. — He said and Y/n laughed.

— No, come on, I saw your last match, it was insanely good.

— Well, I... thank you. — Art nodded, a brief memory of Patrick's gesture before serving the ball flashing in his mind. He and Tashi had fought many times after that match, and even though he loved tennis, he didn't want to compete anymore. That irritated Tashi, so as a solution, she convinced Donaldson to at least continue practicing what he loved most, and she convinced him by arranging private lessons for Y/n Adams.

— So, where do we start? — Y/n asked, snapping Art out of his thoughts.

— Let's start by watching you play, then I can try to help you with any mistakes. — He said, and Y/n complied, grabbing her racket, taking off her sweatshirt and cap, and most importantly, capturing Art Donaldson's attention when her serve was practically perfect.

— Lower your elbow a bit and aim lower. — Art said, unfolding his arms and moving closer to the girl.

— Here. — He said softly, standing behind her.

— Position your feet better. — Art placed one hand on Y/n's waist and the other on her right arm.

— This way, you'll hit it perfectly. But you did well. — The blonde said, and Y/n looked up at him behind her and smiled in agreement.

— Alright, coach. — She would be a big problem for Art.

A month had passed since Art and Y/n started training together, and it was almost undeniable to Art that he noticed Y/n flirting with him naturally and spontaneously. Art reciprocated without any guilt. Tashi had no position to be mad about it, she had ruined their marriage before.

— I think that's it for today. You're good, Y/n. You impressed me a lot. — Art complimented Y/n, who was too distracted looking at him. Art was wearing a black Adidas T-shirt, black shorts, and a white cap worn backward, and Y/n had lost count of how many times she'd lost her breath looking at him.

— What? Sorry, what? — Y/n asked while laughing awkwardly. Art, on the other hand, smiled and bit his lower lip as he leaned against the fence behind him.

— Something distracting you? — He asked, and Y/n smiled at him, rolling her eyes and leaving the court with his eyes fixed on her and the tiny red skirt she was wearing.

— Are you going to stay there or can I leave you on the court? — Y/n shouted, and Art grabbed his tennis bag and ran after the younger girl, who slowed her pace for Donaldson to walk beside her. The sun was setting, and as they entered the house, Mr. and Mrs. Adams were coming down the stairs.

— All done? — Y/n's mother asked, looking in the mirror and smiling at the two of them.

— Art, how's my player doing? — Mr. Adams said, giving Art two pats on the back.

— She's been playing well, much better than many of my friends who played at Stanford. — Art said, and Y/n smiled, taking off her shoes on the sofa near the entrance.

— Be careful, because this girl is not modest at all, my friend. — Y/n's father said, and the girl opened her mouth in shock.

— I am modest!

— Yes, you are. — Her mother agreed with Y/n, giving her a kiss on the head, and she smiled, picking up her shoes from the floor.

— Art, it was great to see you, but now we're leaving, dear, or we'll be late. Bye, guys. — The two left the house, leaving Art and Y/n at the entrance, looking at the door.

— So... I think I should go...

— Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, wine, beer? — Y/n turned quickly to look at Art, who laughed and adjusted his cap on his head.

— I don't want to intrude; you probably have more things to do...

— I don't, actually. I was going to the pool, you know? It helps relax the muscles after playing. — Y/n said, approaching the man.

— If you want to join me. — She offered, stepping up a stair and leaning on the railing, looking at him with puppy eyes.

— Uhm, I don't know if it's a good idea, it's late and you know... — Art cleared his throat and squinted, thinking of the right words — I don't know, you know, there's Tashi and...

— Shit. Shit, you're married, and I forgot about that. Right, don't worry, you... Y/n closed her eyes momentarily, remembering the existence of his family.

— But I think she wouldn't mind, it's just tennis, right? Art said, taking a step towards the stairs, and when Y/n opened her eyes, he was already closer than she imagined he would be.

— If you don't want to stay, it's okay... I just...

— It's important to relax after a game, and you need to learn that. I'm your coach, and I can help you, Y/n. — Art said, touching the girl's forearm, who smiled and nodded.

— Okay then, I can get my brother's swim shorts if you want. — She suggested, and the man agreed without thinking much, he just wanted to follow her and not be alone down there.

The two went upstairs while Art followed Y/n like a puppy. It was almost humiliating for him because if she asked, he would do anything she wanted. Y/n grabbed a pair of swim shorts for Art and went to her room.

— I'll change quickly, but you can stay here; I'll be right back. — Y/n said, and Art agreed, sitting on the edge of her bed and watching her enter the closet without doors. Y/n made a move inside, and her figure's reflection appeared in the mirror in front of the bed. Y/n took off her tennis clothes, that skirt Art wanted to take off so badly, and her underwear, and at that moment, Art shifted on the bed, feeling his cock getting hard.

— You can change there if you want, you can't see anything from here. — She shouted, and Art got up from the bed without taking his eyes off her.

— From here, you can see a lot. — He murmured while taking off his shorts, trying to adjust his length that wanted to jump out of his underwear.

— Damn. — Donaldson put on the black shorts and heard the girl again.

— So, you went to Stanford, right? — She didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward.

— Yeah, I did, and you? Are you in college? — He asked.

— I'm studying at Columbia. You know.

The brief conversation was the right amount of time for Y/n to come out of the closet wearing a black strapless bikini on top, and there was Art again, almost falling to the ground with the weight his cock was becoming.

— That's... that's cool, yeah.

He said, following her downstairs again, ignoring the fact that he shouldn't notice how her ass bounced with every step she took ahead of him.

Both walked to the pool, chatting about college and life until they entered the pool and kept staring at each other.

— So... feeling better? — Art asked as he approached the girl, who smiled at him.

— I don't know; my coach should teach me how to relax. — She said, and Art laughed. He murmured a small "okay" and brought his hands to her waist, pulling her further from the pool's edges.

— Is your wife okay with this? You touching another woman? — Y/n asked provocatively, and with a harsh movement, Art pulled her close to his body, making her feel his hard erection against her ass.

— She cheats on me with my best friend; she doesn't care at all.

— Damn, sorry, but she's really dumb. When the words left Y/n's mouth, Art laughed genuinely and brought one hand to her neck.

— Relax... — He said as his hand traveled down her body, passing over her breasts, her belly, and stopping at the waistband of her bikini bottom. When Y/n started grinding against his hard cock, Art lowered his hand and touched her sensitive spot.

— Damn, you're so wet. — Art said, moving his fingers inside her while bringing his other hand to her already bare chest. In a desperate move, Y/n turned her body and wrapped her legs around Art's waist, kissing him hard. Art's erection brushed against the girl's clit, and suddenly both were naked in the pool.

— Fuck me, please. — Y/n moaned against Art's mouth, who squeezed her ass hard. He and Tashi hadn't had physical contact in a long time, he could say he wasn't attracted to Tashi at all anymore, not after this.

— Damn, you're so hot. — Art said, attacking her neck and positioning himself at her entrance.

— Art, please. — As she begged, Art slid inside her and looked into Y/n's eyes for confirmation that everything was okay. When he received that confirmation, both of Art's hands fell on her ass, lifting her up and down on his cock. With not-so-fast thrusts, Art then picked up her body and turned her towards the pool's edge, making her bend over.

— Fuck, Art. — She moaned, and Art increased the speed inside her.

— Are you going to cum, baby? Uhm. Art asked as he moaned and continued thrusting deep into Y/n.— Are you going to cum for me? I'm going to cum too.

— Yeah? Cum in me Art, please.

— I'm going to cum inside that tight pussy, damn, so good, I've wanted to do this for so long. Art said and with a few more sloppy thrusts they both came.

— Cum. Y/n moaned and her body fell against Art's chest, who hugged her right after they both reached their peak. —That was good. — She whispered and he nodded in agreement behind her. The comfortable silence between the two ended when the front door slammed, both of their eyes widened.

Art thought about getting out of the pool but Y/n refused. Head quickly. They would see art naked if he decided to stand up. — Get down, below me. Get down. She said and Art lowered himself beneath her, with his head right between her legs, she smiled under the water and slowly came up for air for the last time. Y/n looked at the figure of her mother coming towards her and did her best to hide her nakedness.

— The restaurant went wrong, your father is irritated, I'm going to bed okay, dear. Her mother said just a few steps from the pool.

— What a shame, good night THEN. Y/n's tone unintentionally increased when Art stuck a finger into her.

— Are you well? It's getting late, don't stay there too long.

— Of course, I'll be right out. When he was about to leave the area she came back with Art's fingers in her pussy.

— Art left much later than us? Such a good man, it's a shame he's old for you, right, love. She said and Y/n just agreed, we received a strange look from her mother.

— Ok, good night. As soon as she left Y/n opened the clinic he was ecstatic and threw his forehead against the edge of the pool. Art's head shot up again and a mischievous look came with it. — This wasn’t fair. She complained and Art grabbed her waist, sat her down outside the pool, spread her legs and buried his face in them, sucking her like she was ice cream. — Art, my parents…my parents can see. Oh. She moaned as Art ran his tongue over her swollen clitoris. — uhm, right there. She moaned, taking her hands to his blonde hair, forcing him for more. — fuck, Art. That's it, uhm. She moaned softly and aart inserted two more fingers into her before she came once again.

— You are my sin, Y/n Adams. He said looking at her before getting out of the pool, grabbing a towel and keeping her out of the cold of the night. — I think I have to go.

— You come back?

— We still have class tomorrow, right?

Art knew that from now on he would need her like he needed air to breathe, Y/n Adams would be his biggest problem and he already knew that.

>>>>>>>

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starkwlkr · 2 years ago

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Having the baby and you and Charles introducing him to Ruby who is confused because she asked for a baby sister and got a baby brother

a boy? | charles leclerc

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Ruby waited by the door. Ever since she woke up that morning, she asked her grandmère and both of her uncles when her parents were going to arrive. She was excited to see her new baby sister. She was confident she was getting a baby sister, she even picked out a name for her.

Ariel Leclerc, named after Ruby’s favorite Disney princess.

“Ruby, your mama and papa are here!” Pascale smiled as she approached the door ready to meet her new grandchild. The gender was kept a secret just like Ruby’s.

“Ariel is here! She’s here!” Ruby jumped up and down. She was still in her pink pajamas. All she wanted was her baby sister.

“Rubes, we don’t know if the baby is a girl. You probably have a brother.” Lorenzo said to the girl as he picked her up.

“No, it’s a girl. She’s named Ariel and we’re going to play together.” Ruby nodded.

“I hear them!” Pascale said excitedly as she heard the front door open. The Leclerc’s saw Y/n enter first. She had messy hair and looked tired, but she had the biggest smile on her face. “Congratulations, my girl.” Pascale brought the woman into a hug.

“Mama!” Ruby extended her arms so her mother could hold her but Y/n was still sore from the labor.

“Baby, my arms are weak. Papa can hold you.” Y/n told the girl, who frowned. “Let’s meet your baby brother.” She announced to everyone.

“A boy!” Arthur cheered along with everyone else, but Ruby. She looked around and saw how everyone was very happy for the baby boy.

Charles then walked in with the baby car seat. Inside was a baby peacefully sleeping wrapped in a light blue blanket. He had little mittens on his tiny hands with a matching blue hat. This wasn’t her sibling, no, her sibling was supposed to be a girl.

“Look, Ruby, this is your baby brother.” Charles set the car seat down. Lorenzo put Ruby on the floor. She slowly walked towards the sleeping baby and stared at him. “His name is Mathéo.”

“Is there another baby?” Ruby’s question caught everyone off guard. “Where’s the baby that was in mama’s stomach?”

“Ruby, Mathéo is that baby. He’s very excited to meet you.” Charles tried explaining to her but she was convinced Mathéo was someone else’s baby.

Ruby didn’t say anything else. She walked away and went outside to her tiny backyard playground she had.

“She hates him.” Y/n sighed as she walked slowly to the sofa. Lorenzo saw her struggle and helped her. Charles, Pascale and Arthur followed close by.

“She doesn’t hate him, she’s confused. We should’ve found out the gender when we had the chance. We should’ve told her so she wouldn’t be like this when we introduced her to Mathéo.” Charles said to his wife.

“I’m going to go talk to her.” Y/n tried getting up but she was stopped by Charles.

“You just gave birth. I’ll talk to her.”

So while his family got to meet the new addition to the family, Charles walked outside to see his daughter playing by herself on the playground. He walked towards the little girl and watched as she gave an empty tea cup to her stuffed animal. She had different Barbies in a circle around her pretending they were her ‘guests’.

“Ruby, we need to talk.” Charles spoke. But the girl ignored her father. She continued playing with her toys. “Ruby Jules Louise Leclerc, put your toys down.”

Ruby put her tea cup down. “Papa, we’re having a tea party.”

“I know but right now we need to talk,” Charles sat next to the girl on the grass. “Mathéo told me he wants to meet his big sister.”

“Babies can’t talk, papa.” Ruby said lowly.

“Then what’s bothering you, mon chéri?” Charles knew what was bothering her but he wanted to hear her out.

“Lucy from school has a sister and so does Lily. I have a brother.” She said. “I want a sister so we can play together.”

“Mathéo can play with you when he gets older. Boys and girls can play together. Just like how you and Jack play in the paddock.” Charles explained. “Plus, Mathéo can’t wait to meet you. Remember when you and I talked to mama’s belly and you told him how your day was?” Ruby nodded her head. “He recognizes your voice.”

“How? He’s a baby.” Ruby wondered.

“He just does. So now he knows that you’re his big sister just like he knows I’m his papa and your mama is his mama.” Charles hoped the talk would get her to at least meet get her inside to meet the baby.

“Does he know uncle enzo and uncle arthur are his uncle too? And what about uncle pierre? He has to know uncle pierre! What about grandmère?”

“Slow down, Ruby, he’ll know. But just in case he forgot why don’t we go inside to tell him?”

Ruby wasted no time in running inside. She even yelled at Charles to hurry up. Once she opened the door, she saw her mother holding her baby brother. “Mama! He knows I’m his sister!” Ruby ran towards her mother’s side and saw her brother with his eyes open. Again, the child was a carbon copy of his father, especially the eyes.

“He does and he’s been asking for you. Come sit over here.” Y/n said. Ruby obeyed and sat next to her mom. She watched as the baby yawned which made her laugh.

“Papa told me he can recognize my voice.” Ruby said. “Does he know my name?” She asked curiously.

“Why don’t you remind him.” Y/n leaned forward a bit so Ruby could see more of her brother’s face.

“Hi, my name is Ruby Jules Louise Leclerc. But I like Jules. Papa said that when you’re older you can play with me. But you can play with the cars, the barbies are mine. And you can’t say uncle Pierre is your favorite, he’s mine.” Ruby said in all seriousness.

“Lucky for Mathéo, he has another uncle, right Ruby?” Arthur poked Ruby’s cheek.

“Don’t tell anyone but uncle arthur snores.”

#formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #cl16 x reader #ferrari

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iridescentdove · 1 year ago

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If it is not too much trouble, may I please request a Yandere? Platonic! BSD x Arlecchino! Reader, let's say that the reader has played an important role in almost everybody's life.

For example, she took Kouyou under her wing when she failed to escape the Mafia, advised and convinced Fukuzawa to save Yosano, treated and viewed (15) Dazai as only a child and not the demon prodigy, never once used or placed Chuuya as the second choice, etc. Things like that, but the reader is still in the Fatui and does run the House of the Hearth and looks after orphans while also training them to be enlisted in the Fatui. So, they probably view reader as a parent figure and someone dear to their hearts and don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

A LIFE OF OUR OWN.

Yandere!Platonic!BSD x Arlecchino!Reader

A/N: I immediately worked on this request on seeing it omg anon you guys do not know how much I love Arlecchino ... also for here I use "Father", but that's only because in the game Lyney & Lynette call Arlecchino that. Feel free to pretend it's mother or something else!

You're the second whole of their hearts.

They'll do anything for you ...

Father.

It's not a coincidence. To take one for an example. KOUYOU, that poor little girl who did nothing wrong. She was such a sweet kid, someone nice ... and yet she was there in the Port Mafia. Taken away and unable to live her life like a child should.

In an attempt to leave the mafia with a man she liked, it was rather unfornature enough – both were caught red handed.

And that man? He was killed.

KOUYOU was desperately holding on, wanting him to open his eyes, to survive and still find a way. And yet deep down, she knew that it would be impossible.

Good things never last.

She began to see the light as something meaningless. That the moment a flower born in darkness is exposed to light, it will wilt and burn away to nothingness. She can't escape. Not anymore. But that also wishful thinking.

That was until you came along and helped her up.

It was like a moment's heartbeat, the moment she looked up. You were right there – holding your hand out.

Even if you weren't expressive as to be expected out of sympathy for what happened, she can tell that you were no ill-intentioned person. So what did she do? She took it. Your hand. And gave you a smile ... one that faintly shined of hope.

Of course, she never left the mafia. But she had you to take care of her ... and treat her like a true daughter.

She was ecstatic to have family of her own.

You even gifted her a little plushie. Of course, of the the most fine and exquisite type of material. Your rich ass is flexing without even saying it out loud. slay

And you never treated her as a second choice.

Just like CHUUYA. As the time passed, he too joined the Port Mafia by boss orders. Honestly – you probably didn't give much of a shit, but that obviously changed.

Even now, your fatherish figure still remains after years. And that may as well never change.

He takes some great pride on his abilities, and he's rather smug about it himself. Although – sometimes he does question himself, and his humanity. Due to basically being merged and being Arahabaki's vessel.

But no, fuck that. You treated him as your own child, and although had more better things to do in the Fatui – this kid was insecure as hell and needed a parental figure.

CHUUYA adores you from the bottom of his heart. You showed him what it was to be human. To be alive. You gave him good reason and even let him visit the orphanage you looked after. Since he was merged with basically a God, you found it curious as well.

Well Arahabaki doesn't have a Gnosis so he's luckily safe

And then also, boom. Your attention extended towards his partner! DAZAI himself, of his young age. And from that time on, you already knew something was up with him.

Honestly – it can't be doubted. He was destined to live in the darkness forever. Nothing in the world can compel that deep etched loneliness in his heart; and even his late friend ODASAKU had acknowledged that.

Even after their unfortunate deaths, you were right there.

He was almost weirded the fuck out at first. You're not treating him like a monster. Or a demon. Not even his position and affiliation. You straight out threw those ourt the trash and instead? You treated him like your son.

It comforted him a little. To know he finally had someone to call his own. At first – just like anyone, he thought he'd lose you.

But you proved him wrong in various ways.

No matter how hard he tried, you kept him his side. Trained with him and succeeded in his defeat (much to his surprise), and gave him a few fatherly hugs and gifts that he would need and like. And DAZAI couldn't help it either.

He wanted you to be his real father quite badly. You were always there, and his eternal loneliness?

What's that again?

No. Even with that in mind, you never stopped to pursue and keep going with the mafioso. You'd go as much as to take him and meet with the rest of the harbingers, maybe taking CHUUYA and other executives from time to time.

Of course, avoiding The Doctor because it might as well just give back DAZAI his trauma.

And when he keft the mafia? You came along with him. Words cannot express how happy and relieved he was. He didn't want to loose his only comfort, his family. And if any9ne ever tries to threaten your familial bond?

He's gonna pull out the fucking demon prodigy card and show them how demonic he can be

In any case, same is due to everyone else. Like the fact you just always seemed to be there in the right place, at the right time. Like when YOSANO was being forced into healing soldier after soldier in the war.

The poor girl. Safe to assume the Fatui didn't really care about such and didn't participate in the war.

Much unless the Tsaritsa commands them to stop it, they may as well do that. But as of now they didn't really care. But that was only an 11 year old child ...

A child. You just had to take her in, didn't you?

And if not – in any case, you went ahead and got FUKUZAWA to save her. You reasoned with him, quite the good convincer yourself. You were a woman of a hundred, if not a thousand faces that could easily fool others.

So he took her in to the agency.

Although YOSANO was never told about what had happened in the sidelines, the moment she saw you walking away from the both of them – she just had that feeling.

She wants to thank you, if it's the last thing she did.

From the time that came on, you continued to do what you did and appeared, woving yourself into the hearts of everyone. At first, it was obviously never easy. But that wasn't a reason to give up. And you're you, would you seriously give up from that?

Many of them expresses gratitude in multiple ways, sometimes a bit unhinged – which you were yourself. There's not a sane bone in your body.

At least, that's what people like to think.

You've come this far into giving others a new life, being a father figure that everyone cherishes dearly and adores. Oh, and if anyone try to tear away that dream or hurt you – even a single scratch on that body of yours ...

There will be hell to pay.

You'd think they got very protective of their father. They can all quite collectively agree that they need no other familial figure in their lives other than you. Dearest you, who saved them from their shameful lives and gave them a future.

Even one who isn't supposedly a kid like SIGMA – he came from a book. He doesn't have a family. But correction, he does.

And it's you.

Or anyone else from multiple affiliations across. The Decay of the Angels, the Hunting Dogs, supposedly those that caught your eye in these several factions.

Suppose the easily jealous ones of seeing you paying attention to kids more in the orphanage, or giving a certain triplets more of time can get them boiling with anger quite enough. Even if it was wrong, it just seemed so right.

And so? They try to steal more of your attention away. This is one of the time they truly act like children once more.

CHUUYA would most likely not want anyone even gazing at your direction. Must they make things worse? You're around kids almost 24/7 and taking care of them yes, but you should only be taking care of him!

DAZAI acts like a child throwing a tantrum. No! No! No one can be with his father other than himself! How dare those kids call you their father?! He's livid, and tries to hide his anger and jealousy, yet he was visibly so eerie and tense.

KOUYOU can bet it was saddening to see you paying attention to work at the Fatui. Come on now, can you blame her? If you took her under your wing, you better be responsible. So she tries to invite you to her own missions and do fun together, just like when she was little. She wants your care.

YOSANO can tolerate it mostly, although at some point she comes with a breaking point as well. She's normally kind and likes hang around you and feel protected and loved, but oh, when you're not looking? Let's see ... pulls out chainsaw

So if a child or two goes missing in the orphanage?

Let's just say it wasn't anyone's fault, dear father :)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #genshin #bsd #port mafia #armed detective agency #bsd yandere #platonic bsd #arlecchino #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #ozaki kouyou #chuuya x you #bsd yosano #genshin crossover #fatui harbingers

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aylacavebear · 8 months ago

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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 2

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 2564

Warnings: Angst, Past Trauma, Alcohol.

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers. Not sure when this one will be up and available to read yet. Just getting the chapter list started for it.

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I’ll just make an appearance and sneak out the back if I have to.

A half-hour later, you’d finally convinced yourself to get out of your car and head toward the door. The parking lot was packed now that it was just after seven—most of the vehicles you recognized. Living in a small town and being a mechanic, that sort of thing tended to happen. Thanks to Bobby, you had worked on most of them, even if the owners had no clue.

The moment you opened the bar door, the sound of the jukebox and the patrons was almost deafening. The smell of alcohol was strong and inviting. The room mirrored the parking lot, full. People were playing pool, dancing to the music, leaning against the walls, and chatting while the bar and tables were full.

It was the group near the back that caught your attention. Several tables had been pushed together so they could sit near each other. You recognized most of them from around town, the garage, and the bar. That was when Ash found you, before you’d made it halfway to the group.

“So, when do I get that date? I brought whiskey,” he asked, smirking as he held up a full bottle of your favorite whiskey.

“Ash, I don’t date, you know that. Plus, you’re like a brother to me, but thanks for the whiskey,” you chuckled, grabbing it quickly out of his hand.

“You here for that?” he asked, using his thumb, motioning to the group near the back.

“Yeah. Got invited by John and sort of felt obligated to show up at least. I figured I could sneak out the back later on,” you replied, glancing from the group back to Ash.

“None of em’ are bad people, Y/N. You need more friends,” Ash told you, giving you that sweet smile that only he could when he was worried about you.

You sighed and took a drink of whiskey, wincing a little at the burn it left behind, “They’ll find out about me, and they’ll be like everyone else. I’m not getting my hopes up again, Ash. I just… can’t.”

He gave you one of his famous hugs with his arms over your shoulders, “Just, you don’t got to be such a loner,” he told you, kissed the top of your head, and then headed to the back again.

Damnit Ash. You’ll see. They’ll hate me just like everyone else does.

The idea that believing anyone outside the small group, that was your family or extended family, could remotely even like you as a friend was foreign. It had been why you worked the shifts you had chosen to work, to avoid those people.

You put on that fake smile again as you walked over toward the group, reminding yourself you just had to make an appearance, have a couple drinks, then slip out the back when no one was looking.

“There she is,” Ellen smiled, standing to hug you, as did Bobby, Jodi, and Donna. “I said I’d show up,” you chuckled after they all hugged you.

There was a bit of shuffling of seats, but they made one for you between Ellen and Bobby, but across from Dean. You managed to keep that fake smile on, no matter how uncomfortable you felt sitting there with all those people, mostly the ones you tended to avoid, though.

“Bobby told me about your promotion. Congrats,” Ellen told you with a smile that went from ear to ear.

Of course, he told her.

“Still not sure how I feel about it, though. I just want to work on cars more than anything,” you replied, a bit shyly, keeping your attention more on Ellen.

You set the bottle of whiskey on the table and missed Dean raising an eyebrow as you did. “You’ll do fine, Sweetie,” Ellen told you, brushing a few strands behind your ear in her mom-like way she did.

Before you could say another word, though, John stood, getting everyone’s attention. When you turned to look at him, your gaze stopped on Dean, whose green eyes were locked on you. You just blinked at him blankly, not really sure why he’d be staring at someone like you.

John gave a speech about Sam getting a full ride and his SAT scores. Everyone cheered, then toasted. You grabbed your whiskey bottle instead of the beer that was there for you. Dean watched you, but you still couldn’t figure out why. He was handsome, sure, but he had a soulmate and would one day find her. So, you paid him no mind other than the fact that he was your boss’s son.

There was a lot of chatter and conversation going on at the tables between the more than ten people who were there. You kept up with it, though, and even piped in when someone asked you something, even if it was rare. They were catching up on things since they’d been away. You made sure not to drink too much, only having four shots of the whiskey and staying clear of the Amber Bock that had been sitting in front of you.

Then, almost an hour later, you excused yourself to the bathroom, giving everyone that fake smile before heading in that direction. Halfway across the bar, though, you glanced over your shoulder. Seeing that no one was watching you, or so you thought, you ducked into the back, where Ash was cooking. He just looked over at you, nodded, and returned to cooking as you slipped out the back door.

You leaned against the wall for a moment, letting out a sigh of relief at the aloneness of being outside and away from it all. It was far more overwhelming than you had anticipated. There was a mild chill in the air, but it felt nice, cooling not only your lungs, but also your body.

After a few moments of calming down, you headed around to where you had parked, looking more at the ground as you fiddled with your keyring, unclipping it from your belt loop. You practically screamed, though, when you saw him leaning against your driver’s side door.

“Sneaking out?” Dean asked you with a smirk.

You frowned, then sighed through your nose, “I can only people for so long, okay? It’s just too crowded in there. I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving. I didn’t want to deal with it.” It almost surprised you how easy it was to be honest with him, even though you didn’t even know him. Typically, you’d have devised an excuse, like being tired and needing sleep for work the following day.

He raised an eyebrow, “Then, why’d you say you’d come?” he asked curiously.

You looked down at the ground, nudging a rock with the toe of your shoe, “I kinda felt obligated,” you mumbled, “John being my boss an all.”

When he laughed, you weren’t sure if it pissed you off or hurt you, but you didn’t look up at him, even when he did start talking. “If you really didn’t want to come, you could have just said that. My dad’s pretty understanding. He and Bobby talk a lot. Bobby was surprised you even agreed.”

At first, you weren’t quite sure what to say, but finally looked up at him, feeling guilty for not being honest with John, or Bobby. “I’m not used to people caring what I want or don’t want, and I don’t know John at all. I’ll apologize when I see him again.”

“What do you mean, people not caring what you want or not?” Dean asked, furrowing his brow in slight annoyance or aggravation; you weren’t quite sure.

“I guess you don’t know then. I figured Benny would have said something. I never got my soulmate’s name, when I turned sixteen. I’m sort of treated like the plague around here, except for a few people who are pretty much family,” you replied, then sighed, still trying to figure out why it was so easy to be so honest with this stranger.”How come your soulmate isn’t with you?” you asked, somewhat curiously.

“Let’s just say, it’s complicated,” he answered, shifting slightly, leaning against your car. “My brother was telling me about that, your soulmate thing. He said it was fairly rare, but you aren’t the only one. The authorities don’t want the general public to know, so they keep all the information on lockdown.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, and you looked back down at the ground, debating what you wanted to ask him for a few moments. “How come you’re talking to me, though? People will treat you badly, if you’re seen with me too much.”

That’s when the bar's door opened, causing both of you to look over at the commotion. You had to stifle your laughter, watching Benny, Ash, and Cas haul some drunk out and then toss him into the parking lot. Ellen was then standing directly in front of him.

“And if I ever catch you in my bar again, I’ll have Jodi arrest your disrespectful ass. No one talks about my niece like that and gets away with it, especially in my bar,” Ellen threatened the man.

“She’s protective of you, huh?” Dean asked from behind you.

“Yeah. She raised me since I was two. Jo and I grew up together. They’re the only blood family I have left,” you answered quietly.

Dean decided to change the topic, and attempt to answer your question from before the commotion. “Well, the reason I’m talking to you is, well, uh, kinda funny,” he began, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

You turned around, looking up at him and tilting your head a bit, curiously and confused. It didn’t seem to help his nerves, now that your attention was on him, and he averted his eyes.

“It would seem that while we were both growing up, we didn’t ever run into each other. I worked in Bobby’s garage in the mornings with the guys and hung out here in the evenings. You were just the opposite. Then there was school. I saw you around, but you always seemed to disappear quickly,” he replied, quite nervously, which you couldn’t really understand.

That at least explains the earlier conversation in the garage. But what does he not want me to find out about? I shouldn’t ask; that would be rude.

“How come you seem so nervous around me?” you asked, then quickly apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just, people avoid me. I just don’t understand why you aren’t avoiding me, too.”

You sighed, then went and leaned on the driver’s side door of your car since he had moved, thanks to the commotion earlier. You were trying to sift back through your childhood memories to see if you could remember meeting the Winchesters.

Dean was again silent for a moment, watching you, which you did notice this time, even if you weren’t looking directly at him. “You were like a mystery back then. And, uh, you still kinda are. That’s the answer to both your questions,” he answered, softer than you had thought he would be.

You shrugged, though, “I’m pretty normal, except for the no soulmate name thing.”

When he chuckled, you looked up at him, narrowing your eyes in a partial glare, “Sweetheart, you are far from normal. Not every day a hot chick is a badass mechanic and has a badass car to boot.”

For the first time in a long time, you blushed. He was the first guy to call you ‘hot’ and badass, ever. Ash had called you hot, but you just shrugged him off, figuring he was just being, well, Ash. Dean, though, was a complete stranger, who had a soulmate.

You bit your bottom lip nervously, debating asking yet another personal question. “If you have a soulmate, why would you say those things about me?”

He sighed and leaned on your car next to you, but he kept some space between the two of you as he looked down at the ground. You debated retracting your question when he finally spoke up, “I’m not supposed to talk about it, since the courts got involved. If you can keep it quiet, I don’t mind telling you,” he explained quietly.

“I won’t tell anyone. No one talks to me anyway,” you answered, now looking over at him, utterly curious.

“I do have a soulmate. I’m not with her, though. A woman, she had my name on her, but I didn’t feel that connection with her, and her name wasn’t the one on me. It ended up being just a regular tattoo, but it was done professionally. It’s a legal battle now and part of what my brother and Dad have been trying to help me with. It’s also why I came back here,” he explained, and he looked sad to you.

“I promise I’ll keep it to myself. I’m sorry someone put you through something like that, and I hope you can find your true soulmate one day,” you offered softly.

Your mind was working overtime with what he’d told you. Why would anyone do something like that? To what point and purpose? What would faking a soulmate mark accomplish? Why Dean Winchester? Too many questions and no answers, none that you could seek anyway.

“Thanks, Y/N, I appreciate that. I’m sure I’ll find her, one day,” he said with that soft smile again.

There was almost a far-off, dreamy sort of look in his eyes, but you weren’t going to ask him what his thoughts were on. “So, umm… I was gonna head home for the night, but…” you trailed off, unsure how to ask him to move so you could at least get in your car without sounding rude.

“Oh, right,” he replied, pushing himself away from your car. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow at work then. Don’t be too tough on me. It’s been a little while since I’ve worked in the garage.”

“Yeah, thanks. I won’t. I’m really not like everyone says I am,” you replied, this time, giving him a friendly, soft smile before unlocking your door.

“I knew that the moment I met you, Sweetheart,” he smirked, closing your car door after you slipped inside.

All you could do was smile and shake your head slightly in amusement at his response. “See you tomorrow, Dean,” you told him before starting your car and heading home, your mind racing.

Something’s clearly going on with the Winchesters. Benny knows something. I’m gonna guess that the other three guys know it as well, since none of them seemed surprised by Benny’s statement at the garage. Plus, they didn’t push for what it was.

Then there’s whatever is going on with John and Bobby. Aunt Ellen has to be involved. Which would mean that Jodi knows, too, whatever it is. And what did Bobby even mean about Dean not trying anything with me? Dean said he had a soulmate, so why would he even bring that kind of thing up?Then there was that joking sort of undertone, like he hadn’t really meant it. John had it too, regarding Dean. What the hell is going on, and why do I feel like I’m the only one that has no clue?

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dec' x 25 x family

Prompt: family Pairing: tim x reader Word Count: 1,245 Warnings: family christmas dinners, interfering family, talk about children, one cute baby and Tim making my ovaries explode, just fluff. Summary: Your second annual Christmas dinner with the Rockfords. AO3: Linked

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“Wait! Nell, where are you going?”

Tim’s sister brushed him off, already across the room as she gave him reassurance, “You’ll be fine Tim, I’ll be right back!”

Before Tim could protest any further his sister was gone and out of the room and he swore she didn’t even look back. Sighing he looked down at his tiny niece, Emma. Barely three months old, her matching deep brown eyes to his looking back at him as she sucked away at her pacifier.

You stood at the threshold of the living room, a smile tugging at your lips. It was your second christmas with the Rockford family. Last year had been about you getting acquainted with his family after the two of you had been dating for a good year and a half. This year was a little different, you were now officially a member of the family as decreed by Tim’s father, and to top things off, the arrival of the newest member of the family, baby Emma.

As usual, Tim’s parents' house was decked out in festive decor, including the tree twinkling in the corner with an obscene amount of presents piled beneath it. The air was thick with the smell of not one but two turkeys still being cooked. A testament to the number of family members that filled the house.

Tim shot you a look that was part exasperation and half a plea for help.

“Uncle Tim’s got the magic touch, huh?” you teased.

“She won’t settle for anyone else,” he said, his voice a mix of both resignation and pride. “Nell is convinced I’m a baby whisperer.”

You moved closer, smiling down at the tiny baby and reaching out gently to adjust the little cap that adorned her head, “Maybe you are.”

“You’re not too overwhelmed, are you?” Tim asked, concern flickering in his eyes. “I know my family can be a lot to handle.”

“Are you kidding?” you responded with a chuckle. “This is great, your family is a hoot.”

“You say this now.”

“Tim, if I didn’t go running when your Uncle Tom cornered me last year with his long-winded conspiracy theories, I think I can handle anything your family throws at me.”

Tim relaxed a little and you moved even closer, your arm brushing against his. He leaned into you, the two of you watching Emma sleep.

“Do you ever think about changing your mind? About kids, I mean,” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

You took a sip of your wine giving him a side glance, “Nope, I’m still good.”

“You sure?” he asked, a playful eyebrow cocked as if this hadn’t been a topic of discussion the two of you hadn’t already agreed on multiple times.

Looking down at Tim’s niece you felt your heart flutter in warmth at the sight of the child who you had already been referred to multiple times as aunt to, but it stirred no maternal need for one of your own.

“I’m good,” you smiled, “she is lovely though.”

Tim's gaze softened as he looked down at his niece. “Yeah, she is,” he admitted.

Tim’s parents, true to their traditional roots, had always spoken fondly of grandkids if either of their children chose to have them. The arrival of Tim’s niece had been a highlight of their year, and the joy was palpable in the household across the extended family.

“Cagney, dear,” Tim’s aunt Shirley called out from the dining room, his family had quickly adopted his nickname for you much to your amusement. “When will we see you with one of these?”

You glanced at Tim, who was already preparing his ‘let’s not start this conversation’ face. You squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and before you could open your mouth, Tim’s mother, Maggie, walked in from the kitchen.

“Shirley,” she chided, “leave them be, not everyone needs to have kids,” she ushered her sister to follow her back to the kitchen, “anyway, aren’t your kids taking care of it enough for the rest of us? What is it now, six grandkids? I’ve lost count.”

“Seven,” Shirley exclaimed, “and number eight on the way!”

Maggie rolled her eyes behind her sister's back at you and Tim, both of you staving off a laugh as she led her sister out of the room, the two of them bickering as they went.

Around you, the house was filled with the sounds of a close family Christmas. The chatter of distant relatives in the dining room discussing the latest football scores, the clink of cutlery as the table was being set, and above it all, the faint strains of holiday music playing in the background.

You looked around at the photographs on the mantelpiece, snapshots of Tim's life before you. There was one of him in his police academy uniform, young and perhaps a bit naive about what the future held for him.

Tim’s previous marriage was a topic rarely broached. It was a closed and sealed chapter. He had been fresh and naive out of the police academy he’d told you, late one night as the two of you laid in the quiet of what had once been his home, now your home too. The marriage had dissolved as quickly as it had begun—his workload was too much, and they wanted different things, soon realizing they both had incompatible dreams for their future. It wasn't the right match no matter how hard he tried to make it work.

But with you, it was different. You complemented each other, your strengths and weaknesses meshing in a way that felt effortless. A silent understanding of each other's needs, and a mutual respect for the lives you'd chosen to lead.

You turned back to Tim, only to find him watching you, his gaze lingering on your face with an affection that didn’t need words. The baby, who decided the only place to settle now was laid across Tim’s forearm, her head in the palm of his large hand tucked against his chest, had dozed off. Her little chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

Before anything could be said, shouts from the dining room confirmed that the food was ready.

As dinner was being served, it became clear that Tim's niece was not going to allow herself to be put down, or taken from her uncle's arms. Nell, already overwhelmed and upset that her husband was at work—a paramedic and couldn't get out of the holiday shift—had looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“Go eat,” Tim told her gently, a softness in his eyes that you knew he reserved for the few he cared deeply about. “I've got her. We'll be fine.”

His sister gave him a grateful smile before taking a seat at the table. Tim adjusted the baby in his arms, as you pulled out your chair next to him with your foot, a plate of food in each hand for the both of you.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of food, laughter, and the occasional group ‘aw’ when Emma would stretch and yawn. Insisting Tim sit and enjoy the company of his family, knowing how much he missed it with his work scheduled, you helped where you could, bringing dishes from the table, pouring wine, washing dishes and sharing in the toasts.

Then every so often you’d catch Tim’s eye from across the room, him giving you a wink, a private moment amidst the chaos.

#december x 500 #tim x cagney #tim rockford #detective tim rockford #tim rockford x you #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford x f!reader #tim rockford x female reader #tim rockford fanfiction #tim rockford fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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sodor-spirit · 1 year ago

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Lady continued floating away, the clear sighted boy still following after her. She only reached to a few feet before the Steam Creator let loose another sigh and turned back around to face the inquisitive child.

“Surely, someone is taking care of you,” She spoke to him, her tone of voice still hard and icy then how it normally is. “Your… (What is that word?) Parents? Where are they?”

The boy’s face melted to one of utter misery, washing over him and slumping down onto his shoulders. “I… I don’t have parents…. Not anymore…”

Hearing this made Lady drop her cold expression and closed off body language. She looked at the little human with clear shock in her eyes. The Creator didn’t really consider herself a parent, since she always sent the steam spirits souls down to Earth the moment they’re created (except for one special little soul), but she knew that parents seems to mean some among humans.

Lady was about to open her mouth to ask what happened to them, but the sad young boy beat her to it. “Someone set my old house on fire and… they did make it…” He wiped away the tears and snot away from his face. “I don’t have anyone else to care for me… expect my friend, Tasha.”

“Oh…” The Creator extended her hand out to the boy, only to hesitate and bring it back. “I…I”m so sorry that happened to you, little human…” It was no lie. She truly was sad for the poor boy loosing his parents in such a way, like how most of her Steam Spirits are being scrapped and melted down.

But… she still wasn’t sure whether to trust the young boy and take him with her. “Regardless, my answer is still no. I understand how hard it is to lose someone so precious to you forever, but I still can’t take you with me to find my other half on this strange dimension.” A scoff left her lips. “Why would I even trust you? Considering how your kind treats my creations.”

The boy’s cheeks puffed out in indignation. “You can’t blame me for being one of them and I can see you so that must mean I’m different!” He grumbled, trying to keep up with the magical lady, floating a few feet of the ground and away. “And besides, you don’t even know where he is or anything about my world. Wait up!” He started running after her. “I can help you! Let me help you find your husband!”

Lady was about to yell back that Diesel 10 is not her husband (Humans and their weird labels for everything, she’ll never understand it), but started to really consider the boy’s words. He had some points in his attempt at trying to convince her; Lady didn’t know much about the human dimension, she had no way of knowing where Ten has fallen after that shadowy monster attacked them. and this incredibly annoying and stubborn child has been living on this world for his entire life, so he must know how to get around this horrid place and survive.

And he may also have some potential in the mystical arts considering he’s able to see her. Maybe one day even as her successor when he reaches the end of his lifespan, but we’ll see how that goes.

The Gold dust creator let out one final sigh, brushing some of her bangs out of the way and turns back to the human child.

“Okay, fine.”

He looked up at the mysterious lady, eyes filled with surprise and disbelief. “Really? I can go with you?”

Lady’s face turn a slight shade of stubborn pink. “Yes. I do need help to finding my other half on this dimension, you’re the only one who can perceive me and…” Her features soften, but only a short amount. “I don’t understand how human families work but no one should be leaving you all alone if your parents are gone. So I guess you are better off guiding me.” With that display of swallowed pride, she held her hand out to the boy.

Sparkles appeared in his eyes, running up to her and taking the hand. The two started walking towards the Mountain range where Muffle Mountain is situated.

“Well then young soul, enlightened me,” Lady spoke to her new guide. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Burnett. Burnett Stone.” The young boy introduced himself with the largest smile on his face. “What’s yours?”

“My name is Lady.”

END?

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rippleclan · 1 year ago

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The Warrior Code: The Code of Kits & Queens

[Image ID: Duskkit and Downstar sit under the title, "The Warrior Code: The Code of Kits & Queens]

Clan law may not be the wordy, twisty mess we see in modern government, but each entry into the code is a series of decrees centered around a specific theme. Each code individually is referred to by its name, while the warrior code as a whole may be referred to as simply "the code". There is a story behind all new laws, but the origins of the Code of Kits & Queens may be one of the saddest.

Code Origins: The Tale of Thornheart

Once upon a time, there was a LynxClan artisan we called Flamewing. The tasks of an artisan are many, but Flamewing in particular loved to trade goods with the other Clans. She had an eye for deals and was a skilled diplomat. She frequently engaged in trade with a WheatClan artisan by the name of Swiftleap. The problem was, she engaged in more than trade.

Flamewing hid her pregnancy for as long as she could, unsure how to explain it to LynxClan. She had no mate, and she could not convince a tom in her Clan to be an honor sire for her. When the Clan realized Flamewing was pregnant, they demanded to know who her sire was; it was custom at that time to make sure honor sires within the Clan did not cross too close to other relations, as the Clans had some understanding that fresh blood made healthy kits. When no one came forward as a sire, LynxClan hosted a trial and forced Flamewing to reveal the name of her sire.

Flamewing had four kits under the eyes of watchful codekeepers. Sure enough, each kit looked like Swiftleap. LynxClan feared the children would have loyalties to WheatClan and foil LynxClan plans. In their xenophobic fear and anger, with Flamewing's guilty verdict after her trial, LynxClan slaughtered all four kits and gave the mother a dishonor title; Thornheart, a name that suggested a sort of painful love that brought ruin in its wake.

In StarClan's fury at the death of four innocent lives, they stole four lives from the LynxClan leader, Petalstar, and ordered her to make amends for her wickedness if she wished to join StarClan one day. With that, the Code of Kits & Queens was born.

The Decrees within the Code of Kits & Queens

Under the Code of Kits & Queens, a kit cannot be harmed. It is the duty of the Clans to protect all kits, regardless of their origins. A kit cannot be thrown out of their Clan solely for being half-Clan or as punishment to their parents. A kit's actions are their own and must be judged accordingly. A kit cannot be harmed in combat and any kits in danger must be rescued to the best of the cat's ability. No one can stand to the side and let a kit die.

Since the simple knowledge of being half-Clan can endanger a kit, the Clan cannot question a queen as to the identity of her sire; her kits are to be treated as pure-blood Clan cats. This privilege is extended to toms who bring kits into the Clan. A queen without a mate may be suspected by her Clanmates, but there is a good chance she isn't breaking the code thanks to honor-siring. A molly can mate with a tom outside the Clan for the sake of diversity and bringing new life to the Clan. They aren't supposed to have romantic ties with these sires, but it's become a more respected choice over the moons. Often mollies will pick wandering loners and kittypets, but sometimes they make deals with toms from other Clans, hoping their children inherit the tom's skills.

Kits and nursing queens are some of the first to eat every day. They require more consistent meals than older and stronger cats, and must be cared for. This was always tradition, but after Thornheart, it was put into code.

Kit-snatching was officially outlawed with this code, although it is hard to investigate certain instances of kit-snatching since the code also prevents the questioning of a kit's origins. In the past, in times of need, the Clans would snatch kits from nursing loners, kittypets, even one another. Wars were waged over these kits, but it also established a strong tradition of adoption within the Clans. If a codekeeper was to investigate kit-snatching, someone would have to come forward with a report of losing their kits.

At the end of the day, the focus of this code is to protect the lives of all kits that grow under the protection of the Clans.

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catofadifferentcolor · 1 year ago

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Terrible Fic Idea #81: Harry Potter, but make it Aberforth's Daughter

Having been told that choosing to be a muggle in the Wizarding World is "not getting into the spirit of things", I set about determining under what circumstances I could bear to live in the British Wizarding World. This is what I came up with.

Or: What if the SI were to replace Aberforth Dumbledore's OC daughter?

aka the Aberforth's Daughter SI fic

Some context:

First, we're leaning heavily on book canon while dipping our toes into Hogwarts Legacy as far as the extended magical communities in the Scottish Highlands are concerned. This means no Fantastic Beasts movies, no Credence Barebone, but the Hogwarts Legacy map and the implication the Wizarding World is bigger than just a school and alley - and actually magical.

Secondly, the OC wakes up with memories of her past life as the SI on her fifth birthday. This is less of a true SI than a modern woman in the British Wizarding World, with the middle-aged SI being a critical HP fan with an engineering background.

Thirdly, the SI takes the place of an OC - Aberforth's daughter, Aishwarya Devi, born in early 1979 as a result of fling with an Anglo-Indian astrophysicist by the name of Sandhya Devi who moved to the UK as a young adult. Although Aishwarya - Ash - is never unaware of who her father is, her parents agreed before she was born that Sandhya raises Aishwarya by herself for a variety of reasons that are part wartime paranoia, part not wanting to burden a child with the expectations of the Dumbledore name, and part Aberforth really not being cut out to be a husband or father. Assume she existed in canon, was sent to school in her mother's native India, and never made it into the pages of the books.

Just imagine it:

Ash grows up in the town of Brocburrow in the Hogsmede Valley. She is a quiet but inquisitive child - two traits that only grow more pronounced after she remembers he past life as the SI.

It becomes painfully clear early on that there is nothing she can do to prevent the Second Wizarding War from her position as an untrained underage witch, so Ash concentrates on learning everything she can so as to survive it, soaking up everything her mother can teach her - Wizarding and muggle astronomy, plus more runes and arithmancy than most ever learn in Hogwarts - and reading everything she can about this new world she has unfortunately found herself a part of.

The more she learns, the less impressed with the British Wizarding World Ash becomes. Too much power is concentrated in the hands of too few, with most wizards willing to blindly follow the most magically powerful among them because of a lingering belief that the magically powerful are magically powerful because they are deserving of it. (Think of the similar medieval concept re: nobles and their presumed nobility.)

Aberforth has little role in her childhood. If Ash had really been a child, it would have been easy to mistake his distance for lack of care, but having once been a semi-functional adult it's easier to see that Aberforth simply has no idea how to interact with children. He tries for her sake and Ash can't help but love him for it, even as he fails miserably.

Although Sandhya initially wishes her daughter to attend her alma mater back in India, Ash manages to convince her to let her attend Hogwarts in the fall of 1990, one year before Harry Potter is set to start his schooling.

To no one's surprise, she ends up sorted into Ravenclaw - and wielding an acacia and huma feather wand. ("A kingmaker's wand," Ollivander says.)

First year it's her intention to keep her head down and avoid attracting the notice of her uncle. Ash succeeds in this, coming across as just another academically gifted Ravenclaw, albeit one who makes a bit of a name for herself complaining that the muggles know such much more about outer space than we do. And math. Calculus was invented before the Statute of Secrecy, you know.

She also manages to strike up a surprising friendship with fourth year Percy Weasley - their usual tables in the library are next to each other and so they form a quiet academic acquaintanceship that evolves almost without them realizing it into true friendship. As least half of this is based Percy once telling his brothers off for a prank that borders more on bullying than humor, and the rest on Ash being just that advanced in astronomy and arithmancy.

Second year Ash is determined to stay out of the sorcerer's stone debacle - but also sets out to cultivate a friendship with Harry Potter, initially because it's the only way she can think of to get him away from the Dursleys (as any sensible adult should have done the first time he crossed their path) and out from under her uncle's thumb, but later because he is genuinely a sweet kid who soaks up all the affection he's given and returns it threefold. She does this by inviting him to celebrate Diwali with her and the other Hindi students - which opens up a can of worms regarding Harry's hereto unknown desi background - and establishes herself (and through her, Percy) a trustworthy older student Harry can rely upon.

This works out better than she can possibly dream when Harry takes his fears regarding the stone to Percy, who then presents them to McGonagall in a way that leads her to stake out the third floor corridor in her animagus form, catch Quirell in the act, and watch him die when Voldy deserts him.

Third year starts fairly close to CoS, but after the first petrifaction - about which the Headmaster does nothing save almost seem to encourage the rumors about Harry being the Heir of Slytherin - Ash decides to use her first Hogsmede weekend to act. She goes to the Hog's Head, tells her father exactly what is happening in the school, and watches as Aberforth's face turns into a storm cloud.

She has no idea what Aberforth actually does - only that the next morning the Headmaster announces the school will be closed until the person behind the petrifications is caught. She spends a week at home before the school reopens and though there are rumors the Aurors found a basilisk in the school, not a word of explanation is ever given to the students.

Ash's third year continues without further incident - except now she is on the Headmaster's radar. Albus had been kept carefully unaware of his brother's child, but now that he knows of her existence, he's eager to fit Ash into his Greater Good. Ash rebuffs him, but it's hard to be sure if even that isn't part of his plans.

Fourth year follows PoA fairly closely, though it's Ash's house Harry runs away to following events with Marge. Sandhya is more than happy to take her daughter's friend in, but the more she learns about Harry's home life, the more concerned she grows, and starts the ball rolling in the muggle world to have the situation investigated. This plays out quietly in the background while the school year otherwise follows canon - up to and including Wormtail's escape at the end of the year.

The summer before fifth year starts with both Harry and Dudley being removed from the Dursley home. Harry gets to stay with Ash and Sandhya while the Wizarding World fights over who gets to become Harry's legal guardian. They never get to decide - Harry is legally emancipated when he's forced to take part in the tournament - but the whole situation shines a bright light on everything that has been going on at Hogwarts the last few years. Dumbledore comes out of the situation with his titles intact, but his reputation in tatters - particularly after he claims Voldemort's return, which many think is a way to try to regain his former prestige.

Sixth year - OotP - is where things really start to change.

Despite his emancipation, Harry continues to live with Ash and Sandhya - Ash having very much taken up the mantle of protective older sister at this point.

With Dumbledore's political power already on a downward arc, it makes no sense to send Umbridge to Hogwarts. So Percy Weasley is the new DADA instructor instead. This makes a certain amount of sense, as Percy's frantic work keeping Crouch Sr.'s department running even while he was imperiused/ill/dead meant that things actually ran smoother. Fudge sees Weasley as a potential rival to be cut off at the knees... and one of the few Hogwarts graduates in his employ with an O in DADA.

This is awkward for a number of reasons, not least because despite having remained friends throughout Hogwarts, after running into each other at the Yule Ball (Ash was Harry's date) they're in that awkward stage of waiting for Ash to be older before investigating the attraction between them.

Sixth year goes well, with Percy setting out to teach not torture, and doing just enough to keep the ministry off his back - there are some parts of Hogwarts that need to be investigated, i.e. security and the reduced class offering - as well as doing just enough for his fellow professors to think he's a ministry toadie - Flitwick and McGonagall are not convinced by his act, but others are. There's still an incident at the DoM at the end of the year, but Harry is able to tell the relevant adults so that it's they who spring Voldy's trap, not half-trained children.

Ash's seventh year - HBP - goes by similarly smoothly. The major change here is that 1) Harry repeats everything he learns from Dumbledore to Ash, whose takeaways from the memories are far more critical of her uncle, and 2) Ash and Percy begin dating, but so little changes between them that only those they've explicitly told notice.

With the Wizarding World at war, it's a bit of a culture shock when Ash begins muggle university the next year, majoring in astrophysics. Her flat near the college serves as a well-warded base for Harry and co to hunt for horcruxes after Grimmauld Place is lost. She fights in the Battle of Hogwarts, and though she'd intended to save as many as she could, it's still a surprise when she manages to save Fred Weasley from his canon fate.

Afterwards, Ash goes on to gain a doctorate in astrophysics in the muggle world and work on integrating muggle discoveries with Wizarding knowledge, as her mother had done for the past several decades. Her friendship with Harry means that her work is put in a greater spotlight, and when Professor Sinistra finally retires Ash is the one asked to replace her. Sometime between all this she and Percy marry - much to the surprise of the other Weasleys - and have a single child just old enough to start Hogwarts when Ash begins teaching.

Harry himself takes a more political role in this world, having come to the conclusion very early on that oppression and ignorance help no one, and that it's the Wizarding World's belief that might makes right that got them all into this situation in the first place. He's Head of the DMLE for several years before being elected Minister for a maximum three terms. His administration is marked by efforts to shift Ministry hiring practices from nepotism to merit, as well as make laws apply legally to people of all magical backgrounds. He's not entirely successful, but it's a vast improvement.

Bonuses include: 1) Albus Dumbledore not evil so much as misguided - he honestly, genuinely thinks that he knows what's best for everyone. Maybe he even does. He's simply forgotten that people are not pawns and just because you want what you think is best for them doesn't mean that they want it, or that it is what is personally best for them. All of this should be brought up when he tries to pull Ash into his web; 2) An institutional problem with bullying in Hogwarts. All houses have villains and victims, but Gryffindor has more than its fair share of the former, compounded by Dumbledore's nepotism and McGonagall being too busy to breathe most days. This eventually comes to a head during GoF, when Ash ties a charm into the school wards that writes the word Bully across the perpetrator's face when they violate standards borrowed from a muggle secondary school's guidebook; 3) Aberforth playing a greater role in Ash's life as she grows older, especially after she comes to him for help with his brother in CoS; and 4) Ash and Harry becoming siblings of choice. Ash never displaces any of Harry's friend group, but is there and willing to listen in a way no one in his life had been previously. And that changes everything.

And that is, surprisingly, more than I'd thought I'd have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

Other SIs: Aberforth's Daughter | Lysa Arryn | Petunia Evans | Princess of Dol Amroth

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lovermine · 2 years ago

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everything i’ve ever wanted, a.i

desc: co-parenting with ashton had become easy the past four years since your daughter had come into the world, but one night alone with the man could change your relationship entirely. fem!reader.

"dada! i can't leave without cuddles!" ashton's face lights up as he sees his daughter sprinting into the hallway, her backpack slung over her tiny shoulders, packed with everything she needs for her overnight stay with your parents. it's the first time she'll be spending the night away without one of you, but she seems completely unfazed.

"of course you can't, honey," ashton chuckles, pausing his conversation with your parents to lift his daughter into his arms. you can't help but smile at the sight of her holding his face in her small hands, planting kisses on his cheeks. the resemblance between your daughter and her father is striking—same light brown hair (though his is still dyed black) and hazel eyes. she has inherited most of his features, though ashton insists she has your nose. regardless, they are both beautiful.

almost five years ago, you fell pregnant—a result of what can only be described as a fling between you and the man who's now giggling with your four-year-old. you had met through mutual friends and engaged in a mostly sexual relationship with plenty of playful flirting. when you discovered you were pregnant, you feared you would be going through it alone, since the two of you weren't serious. but ashton stepped up the moment you told him, attending every doctor's appointment, holding your hand throughout the birth process, and even suggesting that you live together so he could be as close and helpful as possible. you could never have asked for more from him.

"be good for grandma and grandpa, and remember, she'll call us if you need anything. just tell her if something's wrong, okay?" ashton explains as he hands off your little girl to your father. your parents want her to stay the night so they can take her to a nearby zoo the next morning. it was hard to say yes, as your maternal instincts kicked in, but ashton convinced you that she would have fun and that the two of you would rush to her side if she needed anything.

"i’ll be fine! i'm a big girl now!" your daughter giggles. although you know she's still young and will need you for a long time, it becomes increasingly bittersweet to see her growing up and becoming more independent. as much as it's a good thing, it's also difficult to let go.

"we know you are, honey, but it's okay to still need us," you explain, brushing her hair out of her face and placing a kiss on her forehead.

"okay, bye mama! bye dada!" the toddler cheerfully waves as they walk out the door, bidding their final goodbyes for the night. as the door closes, a familiar pang of longing settles in your chest.

"why does she have to grow up so fast?"

"she's four, babe. we still have her for a long time," Ashton reassures you. the casual nickname tugs at your heartstrings, as it always does. although your relationship has been platonic since raising your daughter together, the playful flirting between you and ashton, albeit toned down for the sake of little ears, never ceased. it's comforting, knowing that this one thing has remained constant since your lives changed dramatically all those years ago.

"never long enough," you murmur, leaning your head back against his shoulder. you feel him let out a soft chuckle behind you, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder in a comforting manner. "i can't believe she's already staying away from home for the night."

“i know," ashton sighs, the weight of the situation weighing on his mind as well. although he's accustomed to being away from his daughter for extended periods, he has always found solace in knowing that you're there with her. you are the best woman he's ever met, alongside his own mother. he watches your daughter grow and witness the incredible mother you've become. it's made him realize that he could never entertain the idea of having a child with someone else in the future.

"come on, let's do something to take our minds off it," ashton suggests, leading you towards the living room. you both plop down on the couch, and he reaches for the remote on the coffee table.

"what do parents even do when they're not taking care of a kid? i have no idea," you muse, allowing ashton to take control of the television.

"most parents? probably enjoy some much-needed alone time," ashton replies with a mischievous grin.

"we're not most parents, though," you counter playfully. "so, movies not made by disney it is?"

"i don't know, maybe i want to watch 'moana' for the sixth time this week," ashton teases.

"yn, sweetheart," ashton's voice interrupts your dozing off, and you recognise the feeling of his shoulder as you slowly begin to wake again.

"oh, sorry," you murmur, realizing you fell asleep, but making no effort to move away. it felt good to be this close to him again, to be enraptured in everything that is ashton irwin after all these years. the relationship the two of you had before the pregnancy was casual, but if life hadn’t thrown the cutest little curveball in the way, you’re sure that the two of you would have gotten further.

"you haven't fallen asleep on me since the little monster was a newborn," ashton says softly, his voice filled with affection.

"i’m so glad i agreed to move in with you. i have so much respect for parents who do it alone," you admit, grateful for the support you've had.

"yeah, well, i wanted you and our little girl as close as possible," ashton confesses. "and i guess a part of me also hoped that you'd fall for me someday if you were forced to spend time with me."

"seriously?" you ask, surprise evident in your voice.

"there's no way that surprises you," he snorts, his hand gently brushing the hair out of your face. he gazes at your features, as if committing them to memory yet again. "i asked you if you wanted to be something more when you fell pregnant."

"yeah, but i said no because i thought it was just because you felt like you had to, considering we were having a kid together," you explain, your thoughts racing.

"it definitely wasn't just that," ashton states firmly. "because even four years later, those feelings haven't gone away. pretty sure they would've by now."

"but you've dated other people since then," you point out.

"no one that mattered enough to keep around," he admits. "it's hard to let yourself fall in love with someone when you keep comparing them to the mother of your child."

"why did you never say anything?" you ask, your voice filled with curiosity and longing.

"because i have everything i need," ashton replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "i have a beautiful daughter, and i have the family i’ve always wanted, even if it's not the conventional kind. i didn't want to complicate things by introducing feelings. i'd rather keep my feelings at bay than have her caught in the middle of an awkward situation."

"why would it mess things up?" you question, a glimmer of hope building within you. "don't you think I feel the same way?"

"well, now i do," ashton murmurs. "has it seriously taken us four years to realize what we mean to each other?"

"i like to think we've known it in a way," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "i think this is the part where you kiss me, ash."

"i don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough," ashton whispers before pressing his lips against yours. It's a sweet, tender kiss that speaks volumes, expressing emotions that words could never fully convey.

"for letting you kiss me?" you giggle softly, feeling a rush of warmth and love.

"for so much more than that," ashton murmurs against your lips, his voice filled with sincerity. his hand cradles your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin as he gazes into your eyes. “for giving me everything i’ve ever wanted. for being such an amazing mother, friend, co parent, everything.”ashton's eyes shine with affection, his love for you and your daughter radiating from within. “i know it’s hard sometimes, especially when i’m away for long periods of time, but i always come back to loving arms. that wouldn’t be there without you being as amazing as you are.”

a soft smile plays on your lips as you feel the weight of his words sink in. "you being you makes it all worth it ashton. you’re an amazing father, even when you’re away you make it known that you’re thinking about us, that you’re coming home. it would be easy for you to use it as a break from parenting, but you don’t, and it shows how much you love us.”

ashton's eyes shine with affection, his love for you and your daughter radiating from within. "i do, i really do.”

you lean in, capturing his lips in another tender kiss, savoring the feeling of his warm embrace. in that moment, all the unspoken words, the longing, and the hidden emotions find their voice. the connection between you grows deeper, intertwining your lives in a way that transcends platonic co-parenting.

as you break the kiss, ashton rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

he pulls you into a warm embrace, enveloping you in his comforting presence before a smug grin appears on his face. “so how about that alone time, huh?”

vai's thoughts: i think about dad!sos way too often to be considered normal, esp the dad!luke series i have planned and partly written in my drafts. so enjoy this little dip into domestic dad ashton aka the loml

#🎧.vai’s work!#reblogs are appreciated !!#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos fic #5sos fluff #5sos imagine #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin angst #ashton irwin oneshot #ashton 5sos #ashton fletcher irwin #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin blurb #ashton irwin x you #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin headcanon

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goldvenuslvrs · 2 years ago

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Love At First Injury

Summary: When Kiara went for a walk on the beach, she didn’t expect to meet the love of her life. she didn’t expect to get knocked off her feet by a volleyball either.

Pairing: Kiara Carrera x fem!plus sized!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: meet cute, reader has hair long enough to tuck behind your ears, lowkey jjcleopope (if you read into it), kinda insta love/love at first sight (but they’re teenagers so it’s not that far fetched), kiara being kinda insecure

Author’s Note: round part of rewriting old imagines lol

Never let it be said that Kiara Carrera didn’t absolutely adore her friends.

However, as much as she loved them, she needed time away. There were plenty of ways that she chose to relax and catch her breath.

Surfing, of course.

She found that helping out at the Wreck certainly let her push her racing thoughts to the back of her mind for a little while.

Her favourite way to relax was to simply walk up and down the length of the beach with a pair of earphones in and completely ignore the world for an hour or two.

In that one hour, she didn’t need to listen to John B try and convince her that his dad was still alive and still searching for the gold. She didn’t have to exert all her energy on pulling JJ away from his next fight or listening to Pope fret and agonise over the interview for his scholarship (which she thought was ridiculous because it’s Pope, he’s obviously going to get it!).

For just a few hours, she had a little respite from the chaos of her friends.

Although the volleyball flying directly towards her face seemed to have other plans regarding how her day would go, the unexpected force knocked her off her feet onto the sand and she watched the ball bounce off toward the main road.

She would’ve been unbelievably pissed if it wasn’t for the girl running up to her, already spewing apologies. Her thoughts had violently shifted from ‘what the fuck’ to ‘oh my god, pretty girl’. She took the extended hand that the girl had offered and she couldn’t help but let her eyes briefly rake up and down her frame.

It wasn’t often that Kiara was unaware of how to react to something or someone but there was something about this girl that made her feel different in a way that the boys she’d been with before had never made her feel simply by looking at her. Before she could lose herself in comparing her past lovers to the girl in front of her, whose name she didn’t even know, she was pulled to her feet and now stood at almost eye-level with the girl.

“Hi,” You smiled and Kiara felt her legs go weak, “I’m really sorry about that.”

“Yeah, you’ve said,” She laughed, shaking her head in an attempt to regain a sliver of composure, “About a million times.”

“I’m Y/N, and those,” You said, seemingly slightly nervous, and gestured to the small group behind you that were watching and doing an incredibly bad job of pretending that they weren’t, “Are the idiots that I call my friends, who evidently can’t aim to save their lives.”

Kiara couldn’t help but laugh when you raised your voice at the latter part of your sentence, clearly wanting your friends to overhear. It was clear that they had, seeing as their mouths dropped open in indignation and they huffed, migrating towards the blanket they had set out, “Kiara but everyone calls me Kie, I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“I just moved here a couple of weeks ago, my parents got a new job working for the Thorntons,” You grimaced. She guessed you had already met Topper and been acquainted with his wonderful personality.

Kiara let the silence hang for a moment, feeling her palms begin to sweat, “Do you want to hang out? I’m meeting up with my friends soon, you and friends can join if you want to?” Although she would be more than okay with your friends joining, Kiara silently prayed that they wouldn’t want to.

She was almost certain that the resulting smile that spread across your face could’ve blinded her.

“Sure,” You said, glancing back towards your friends who had once again become invested in a game of volleyball, “I’ll just let them know I’m leaving, they seem pretty into the game.”

It was clear to both of you that it was a bullshit excuse but neither of you could bring yourself to insist that they accompany you.

Kiara stood there, kind of awkwardly, as you headed back towards your friends. She noted the way in which each of their gazes briefly flickered to her and back to you, sending you a teasing smirk, before they nodded and waved you off again.

“Ready to go, Kie?” You asked as soon as you were close enough, with your bag hitched over your shoulder.

She nodded and turned around, expecting you to follow her. Walking down the road, the excitement and nervousness emanating from you and Kiara was palpable.

Kiara had warned you that her friends could be a little… chaotic but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were greeted with when you arrived at the ‘Chateau’ (what a weird name).

There were two boys wrestling on the ground in front of a handful of hammocks. “That’s JJ and Pope,” She had informed you, “They’re pretty much in love but they won’t admit it.”

There was a girl with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin lounging on one of the hammocks near them, laughing out loud, cheering on ‘Pope’ and betting ‘JJ’ that he wouldn’t win. “That’s Sarah.”

“Cameron?” You had asked. You had heard her name once or twice when you were getting settled in.

“Yep, it’s a long story.”

There was another girl sharing the hammock with Sarah who was smiling over at the wrestling boys with a certain softness in her eyes, “That’s Cleo,” Kiara explained, “She’s new as well, she’s only been here a few months.”

Kiara pointed out John B last. He was laying on the other hammock, his arm thrown over his eyes and quite obviously trying to ignore his friends’ antics.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of them. Your outburst accidentally gained the attention of the group of rowdy teenagers who all lifted their heads and watched you wander over.

JJ was the first to greet you, he seemed to radiate chaotic energy so you figured that you’d probably get along with him more than most if you stuck around. “Well,” He said mischievously, “Hi-”

“No!” Kiara yelled, crossing her arms over her chest, which prompted laughter from the rest of the group, “I like this one, don’t ruin it with your slutty tendencies!”

The pogues shared a weighted look between themselves. They had a feeling that it wasn’t just your friendship that Kiara was after, she was usually one to be pretty subtle when it came to the people she was interested in but everyone could see the heart eyes she was currently giving you.

You were quickly pulled into a conversation with Sarah, who demanded to know where you bought your shorts from, and John B, who told you to ignore any of JJ’s advances.

Kiara was trying her hardest to focus on the tale JJ was regaling her and Pope with but she couldn’t help but allow her gaze to drift back to you every now and then. She knew that you would get along with the pogues, you seemed like the type of person to simply fit in every circumstance that you found yourself in. It wasn’t often that she brought someone back and even less often that she brought someone back that vibed with her friends so well.

As happy as she was, she couldn’t help but feel worried. She knew first-hand how charming her friends could be when they put their minds to it. She had a feeling that she didn’t have to worry about JJ, as flirty as he was, she knew he was more observant than he let on and he would never hurt her like that. John B and Sarah were disgustingly in love so she had no worries about them.

Unfortunately, she had a feeling that she might have reason to worry about Pope and Cleo. Pope was the sweetest guy she had ever met and she could definitely see the potential he had to be ‘boyfriend material’ and Cleo, well, Kiara certainly wasn’t blind.

She was still in conversation with JJ and Pope when it had begun to rain and everyone decided to migrate towards the deck, each claiming a piece of furniture.

“Kie!” Sarah whisper-yelled, “I think we put her to sleep.”

Kiara looked down at Sarah’s lap and saw that you were dead asleep.

Sarah saw the look of adoration on her friend’s face and softly moved you so that you were laying on Kiara’s lap rather than her own.

The brunette lightly ran her fingers through your hair and brushed it out of your face. She shrugged and shot Sarah a quick smile, “I don’t blame her,” She chuckled, “We are a bit much, aren’t we?”

“I’m still not used to it,” Cleo quipped with a smirk.

“What’s the deal with you and her, then?” JJ blurted out curiously and pointedly ignored the elbow in the ribs (Pope) and glare (Sarah) that he was subjected to, “Do you like her?”

The pogues exchanged wary glances. It was a well know fact that Kiara wasn’t straight but she had never explicitly told them about her romantic preferences. She had always been adamant that ‘coming out’ was a ridiculous tradition.

“I don’t know,” Kiara sounded so small and shy. They had never heard her sound that before, “I don’t want to scare her off. It’s only been a day.”

“If we haven’t managed to send her running for the hills, I doubt you will,” John B said. He grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her up with him as he stood, “It’s late and I’ve got work tomorrow, we’re going to bed. You know where the keys are, lock up before you leave.”

Pope shared a look with JJ and Cleo before reluctantly standing up, “Dad will be on my ass if we’re not back soon.”

Pope and JJ walked on towards the Twinkie but Cleo stayed put for a moment, “Tell her,” She implored, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kiara wanted to scoff because isn’t that the age-old question? She may have only known you for a few hours but she feared what might happen and how devastating a rejection you could inflict on her.

She sighed and waved her off. As soon as the van disappeared around the corner and she could no longer hear the roaring of the old, well-used engine, her gaze drifted back to you.

As if you could feel her eyes on you, yours fluttered open and you turned your head to look up at her with a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips, “Hi,” You said quietly, clearing your throat and wiping your hands over your face and yawning, “How long was I out for?” You asked, sheepishly.

Kiara laughed, throwing her head back, “About twenty minutes, everyone left.”

You tried not to focus on the heat that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks and hoped that she couldn’t sense or notice your embarrassment. “Sorry,” You mumbled, reluctantly sitting up and moving to rest beside her on the couch. You tucked your hair behind your ears and chuckled, “Honestly, I’m surprised none of you drew on me.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, they wanted to, especially JJ,” She teased and took a deep breath, “But if you wanted to make it up to me for, you know, falling asleep when I so graciously introduced to my best friends, you could come by the Wreck tomorrow?”

“The Wreck?”

“It’s a restaurant that my dad runs, I work there,” She explained, “I finish at four if you wanted to come by.”

You made a contemplative look and smiled shyly, “Depends,” You teased, “Will it just be us or should I prepare to listen to Sarah explain, in detail, why John B should get his hair cut?”

She shook her head and grinned, reaching a hand out to clasp yours, “Just me and you…is that alright?”

You shrugged and shifted closer to her, softly rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb, “More than alright.”

an: again, i’m unbelievably bad at writing endings but any feedback is welcome, inbox is open for any requests <3

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avatarskywalker78 · 8 months ago

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OC Pride Challenge Day Twelve- Tropes of an Aroace OC

Special Agent Brianna Wilson

Action Girl: Has known how to defend herself since she was a child and has kept up a high level of fitness ever since. Though she only fights when she absolutely needs to, she can still kick serious ass when required, especially when someone else’s life is in danger.

Affectionate Nickname: Used to be called ‘Little Brie’ by Gibbs back in the day and is known as ‘Brie’ to most of her friends.

Better as Friends: The result of every one of her few relationships that she’s had.

Celibate Hero: Well-aware of both sex and romance but has never had nor wanted the former and had very little experience with the latter – realising she’s aroace isn’t really a great surprise to her.

Combat Pragmatist: Not above using any way she can to end a fight.

Dark and Troubled Past: Emotionally neglected by her parents to the extent that she wished she was part of Gibbs’ family instead, was shattered by Shannon and Kelly’s deaths – compounded by the fact she wasn’t allowed to attend the funeral - struggled to make friends throughout school, ended up leaving home the moment she turned eighteen, and lost one of her two best friends in a homegrown terrorist attack, which she only avoided the brunt of due to being five minutes late. This led to-

Desperately Looking for a Purpose in Life: Convinced that the universe had let her survive for a reason, she continued with the Around the World gap-year trip with Jessica, taking various odd jobs and experiencing different cultures, and decided that her purpose would be saving lives, so joined the Coast Guard the moment she returned to the US. She spent nine years there before leaving to pursue a college degree in social sciences, before joining NCIS after deciding that she now wanted to try and get justice for the dead.

Family of Choice: The Gibbs’ family (which is still extended to Gibbs’ himself even after the others were killed), Steven, Jessica, and the NCIS team.

First-Name Basis: Is known and referred to as ‘Brie’ by everyone except Gibbs, Vance, and Ducky, the former two often calling her ‘Wilson’ and the latter calling her ‘Brianna’ – though Gibbs tends to refer to her as ‘Brie’ in private or when he’s trying to get her to open up to him.

Hidden Depths: Can play the piano and saxophone by ear and often employs the woodworking skills Gibbs taught her back in the day.

Honorary Aunt: Becomes this to her friends’ children later down the line.

Like Brother and Sister: Sees Tony as a brother and Abby as a sister.

Like a Father to me: Has held Gibbs in this regard since she was seven, and decades later actually says this out loud to him.

Long Lost Found Family: To Gibbs, as he hasn't heard from her in sixteen years and hasn't seen her in twenty - and given that her last letter mentioned Steven's death he's been greatly concerned about and yet unable to track her down. He doesn't recognise her when she first joins the team and is equal parts relieved that she's alright and hurt that she went off-grid for so long.

Nerves of Steel: Being a helicopter rescue swimmer for nine years means she’s faced plenty of harrowing situations, and as such is unfazed in the face of danger.

Not Wanting Kids is Weird: Averted! No one ever calls her out on this, especially after she comes out as aroace.

Platonic Declaration of Love: Once she’s good enough friends with someone this is what she tends to do if they’re comfortable with hearing it – but most of the time it’s not something she needs to say.

Percussive Maintenance: Tends to do this to newer technology.

Survivor Guilt: Being five minutes late for a meet-up with Steven ends up saving her life – even years later she still suffers from shades of this.

That Person Is Dead: How she refers to her previous name of Brianna Durand – as far as she’s concerned that woman died alongside her best friend.

The Un-Favourite: Her parents wanted a son, and when they got one – who turned out to be a musical prodigy to boot – they treated him as the golden child and never took much notice of Brianna, despite the fact that she not only got consistently high grades in school but was no amateur when it came to musical ability herself.

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @daughter-of-melpomene

#opc24 #ocp24 #oc pride challenge 2024 #oc: brianna louise wilson #ncis

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nate-windsor · 9 months ago

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the tidbits.

NAME: Nathaniel Windsor NICKNAMES: Nate AGE: 30 BIRTHDAY: April 27, 1994 OCCUPATION: currently unemployed NEIGHBORHOOD: Echo Acres SPECIES: werewolf, beta (born) LENGTH OF TIME IN LUNAR COVE: 5ish weeks

the bio but in bullet points.

triggers: reform camp, death, parental death and alluded to emotional abuse, violence, substance use, assault

Nate was born the only child to Margarget and James Windsor, a surname with a generational history in politics and positions of authority in Southern California. As you can probably imagine, there was a lot of expectation that came with that.

Nate was not the little baby prodigy they were hoping for: too curious, too outspoken, too "soft". He struggled to reconcile the son they wanted and the one that he was, and as a teen, he was shipped off to a reform camp to be straightened out.

Surprise, it was not at all like an extended summer camp, but rather a place intended to strip him of all the things that made him him. It was here, though, that he met @skyecarrington. Skye helped him, along with others, escape the camp. But when faced with the choice of setting off on his own or returning home, he chose home. Still, Skye gave him his number and told him to call if he ever needed anything

Upon Nate's return home, he did his best to go through the motions and be the Windsor heir that everyone expected him to be. He studied poli sci, he volunteered, he made speeches and earned the public's adoration. As it turned out, he was really good at charming people. It served him well.

He was super not interested in politics, though. He wasn't really interested in the future wife his mom had picked out for him either. So it was nothing short of fate when he met @daphnebishop. For him, he would have sworn it was love at first sight. She was bold in all the ways he'd been malleable, she was living color to his black and white life.

His parents hated it, of course. They did what they could to break them up, but no dice.

Eventually, they were married. It was the best time of Nate's life. He blossomed under her love, the kind of unconditional thing he should have always had and never did.

But good times never last and when Daphne learned of her sister's death, the real divide began. He lost her day by day to her obsession for answers he didn't believe she'd find. His parents were on him hard to rein her in and he begged her to just let it go.

But instead, she let him go. He woke up one morning to divorce papers and a sudden reappearance of that black and white life. He would be ashamed to admit that he lost himself in the heartbreak. For two months, he was little more than a recluse. He drank away his feelings, he didn't leave the house except to get more alcohol. It was during one such trip that he was jumped in an attempted mugging. When it became clear it was a 'him-or-me' situation, a shard of broken glass aimed at just the right spot saved his life.

It had unknowingly triggered a werewolf curse. The morning after the next full moon, he awoke naked in the middle of a field, dried blood under his fingernails with only bits and pieces of memory from the night before. Something told him to call that number Skye had left him with all those years ago. He'd heard about his death, had even mourned him in private. But still, something told him to call. Imagine his surprise when Skye picked up.

After brief discussions, Skye convinced Nate to come to Lunar Cove. He promised he would find what he needed there. And Nate, with nothing tethering him to California, and a desperate need to understand what was happening to him, made the move.

Now, he's just trying to figure out what life even is now.

the headcanons.

Nate can play the piano and sing surprisingly well. He also taught himself a little bit on the guitar through youtube videos, but he's way less practiced with that

You'll probably never see him in a t-shirt. For as down to earth as he is (especially if you've ever met his parents), he still dresses expensive. He loves long-sleeved dress shirts and button downs with the sleeves rolled to the elbow. But often, he'll add a basic little baseball hat to his outfits which really throws off the whole thing in an awww he's trying kind of way

....I felt like I had tons more hcs to add here when I was stuck at work all day and now that I'm here, I have zero thoughts. Soooo this will be updated!

#lcintro #about #intro

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fangirlvibez · 1 year ago

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The Festival Of Hearts (a Royal Au) - part 2

Characters: King!Jake “hangman” Seresin x Queen!female!reader, Royal Huntsman!Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Master of Arms!Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, lady-in-waiting!Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Royal Advisor!Robert “Bob” Floyd, King Champion!Javy “Coyote” Machado, Queen Champion!Reuben “Payback” Fitch and Queen Champion!Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Warnings: mention of hunting animals, mention of arrange marriage, mention of dead parents, mention of killing, mention of attacking a person, inaccuracies in terms of the Middle Ages (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: princess, now Queen Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N was forced into marrying King Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Leaving her own kingdom, Eldoria, behind, she left to live and rule Jake kingdom, Misthaven. The time for an age-old tradition in Y/N kingdom came. Miraculously the Queen convinces Jake to invite her old village to come celebrate the tradition with them. This is the story on how the ruthless King learns how to love his Queen.

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

Last part - Next part - masterlist

A/N: a little filler part, I hope I can start the main storyline next part :)

A group of maids and knights were waiting at the majestic steps of the castle's entrance. As the newlywed couple arrived, Rooster opened the carriage door, his hand extended to assist Y/N. With careful steps Y/n left the carriage. Rooster lead her towards the awaiting maids, her eyes skimmed over the front of the castle. The outside looked as dull as the flowers at the wedding, knights were walking around the castle and guarding the large metal doors. Rooster stopped you in front of a young blonde woman, she couldn’t be older than 23, 4 years older than her queen. “Ma’am, may I introduce Miss Adelaine, she will guide you to you your room” Rooster explained, gently releasing her hand. Y/n hands fell to her side, she focused her attention on the curly-haired knight before her. “She will replace Lady Trace in situation when your Lady-in-waiting isn’t available.” The mention of her best friend made her look around. Where was Natasha, and Mickey, and Rueben? “For now, I must excuse myself. King Jake and I will be hunting. Should you ever feel uneasy or unsafe, don't hesitate to contact Pete Mitchell. We'll regroup at the evening's dinner, set for 7:30 pm" He concluded.

He walked away towards a group of men attending to a pair of horses. In the middle sat Jake atop his black horse. Next to him stood a brown horse, its saddle soon occupied by Rooster. The two set off towards the woods. Y/N's gaze lingered on their departing figures. Jake didn’t even say goodbye to her, he just left to hunt. To hunt ln their wedding day, while she got a tour of the castle. Turning her attention to Adelaine, their eyes met and the older woman bowed for her queen. “Your Majesty, I'm honored to have been chosen to accompany you to your room" She kept her head down while talking: “Your Lady-in-waiting, Lady Trace is receiving her own tour, accompanied by your own queen's champions Mister Fitch and Mister Garcia” Adelaine continued, lifting her gaze when she finished her speech, standing tall in her role.

Y/N's lips curved into a gracious smile aimed at Adelaine: "I truly appreciate your presence, Miss Adelaine. it's a pleasure to have someone to lead me through this marvellous castle. I would like to see where I would be staying." Adelaine smiled at her before leading the queen up the grand staircase. The knights in front of the doors lock eyes with Y/N. With automatic movements, the knights step infront of the doors and pull them open. Y/N was speecheless when she saw the room behind the doors. It was a gorgeous entryway with marble steps leading to the second floor. All though the castle looked dull outside, the inside was a different story. "Our first stop will be the ballroom, where the evening's dinner will unfold." Adelaine explained before guiding Y/N towards another gorgeous door to the right of the stairs. Once again a knight was guarding the door and opened it when he saw the queen approaching. Y/N looked around one more time before entering the ball room and she noticed that every door had a knight in front of it.

Other maids were already setting up a table. The table was long and had around 30 chairs standing. A loud voice rang trough the room, it's impact rippling through both the maids and the queen herself. Startled, Y/N turned to the source, a knight whose standing next to the door. "Behold your new Queen: Y/N Y/M/N Seresin!" A knight introduced. All the maids and servers in the room bowed their head for her for an entire minute before continuing their work. "Your Majesty, this is the ballroom. This room is used during balls and royal celebrations." Adelaine explained. Y/N silently walked around the room. On every wall hung a portrait of earlier rulers of the Kingdom of Misthaven. Soon a portrait of her and Jake would be made and hung here. Adelaine shadowed her steps until Y/N paused before the room's most imposing portrait. The canvas depicted a woman sitting on the trone. She was wearing the crown she wore about an hour ago when she left the church. This must of been the previous queen. beside her stood a tall man. He had a big beard and shared the eyes of her husband. The man was wearing the crown which now belonged to Jake. Her eyes trailed over the painting and followed the arm of the king. His hand was sat on a young boy. A young boy of 10 years. The boy had blonde hair, green eyes and a big smile on his face. This must be Jake. Her attention shifted to a painting next to the family portrait. On that painting stood Jake as the king, a strong look in his eyes and no smile on his face. How could this little boy with the biggest smile Y/N may ever have seen be the ruthless king ever.

The new queen signed, closed her eyes and turned towards the blonde maid: "you can lead me to my room". Adelaine nodded before pointing towards a door in the room. "This way, your Majesty" Y/N followed her, no emotion was shown on her face. But if you looked deep into her eyes, you could see small tears forming on her bottom eyelid.

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Meanwhile Jake and Rooster were riding their horses deep inside the woods. "Sooo, how does it feel to be married?" Rooster teased his best friend, his royal talk long gone since the two were on their own. Jake shot a look at Rooster, "Let's not talk about this okay, I already need to talk about it during dinner for too long". Jake said, a flicker of annoyance lacing his words. His gaze swept the expanse of the woods, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. They still had to hunt for dinner tonight. Both men were hoping on shooting a deer, maybe even two. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I don't think she thrilled about this marriage either" Rooster continued, ignoring Jakes request. "It was arranged, trust me if I could choose who and when I would marry, I wouldn't have chosen an 19 year old girl who doesn't even know how to defends her own kingdom" Jake explained with an annoying tone in his voice. Rooster silently nodded his head. He would have imagined his best friend wedding day different as well. If you would tell him that his best friend would settle down at 21 years old, he would have laughed straight into your face. But now that was reality. Rooster added his final thoughts: "You need to trust the process. Bob said this would be good for your image and you didn't make him your Royal Advisor if you didn't trust him" Jake signed once again, he knew the knight was right. His reputation wasn't the best in not only other kingdoms but his own as well.

Movement to his left stopped his thinking, both men slowed down their horse before taking out their bows and arrows. "I think I see our dinner Rooster" Jake smiled, arrow next to his eye, ready to shoot. "I think you're right Hangman" his compagnion smiled, the quiet sound of a flying arrow ending his sentence.

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good-beanswrites · 2 years ago

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We’re so far from the end of Milgram and yet. I am thinking about finale fix-it fics. because I already know Yamanaka isn’t going to shy away from killing characters and I'm pre-sad about it. I’ve expressed some other nice options here and here, but have another! Jailbreak >:3

(Just random silly thoughts I’ve been rotating in my head, don't take it too seriously)

This is assuming Milgram is in a physical location with mostly realistic elements. (It’s a well-funded facility, but no magic or anything besides whatever’s going on with jackalope and the no violence ban.)

Trial three is coming to an end. Es knows it will end in death, but they know it'd be going against their duty to declare everyone innocent.

A mistake is made on the outside, and a chance opportunity arises: a temporary exit appears in the prison in Es’ room.

They notice it at night, and make the split second decision to tell the others. They race to the cells, gathering everyone one and telling them to get out immediately.

Most of them go willingly, though a few (Yuno, Fuuta, Kotoko) are suspicious of Es’ urgency. They manage to convince them that it’s not some twisted lie – Es knows how this will end and wants to give them a chance.

As everyone’s filing out, it becomes clear Es isn’t going to step through. They say they can’t go – even though they’re taking steps to save the others, their duty remains to Milgram. They’ll stay and face whatever consequences arise as warden.

Mikoto is like “fuck that shit, you’re just as much as a prisoner as us and you’re coming,” to the others’ agreement. “If they’re gonna punish you for helping us than we should make it look like it was all on us,” and he slings Es over his shoulder. They all take off into the unknown facility.

The real fun part of the fic would be when they inevitable make it past guards/scientists, climb into a military-grade vehicle, and take off with authorities in hot pursuit. (I’m still deciding who’d be funniest as driver, though I’m leaning towards Kazui doing it because he feels responsible as oldest) Cue some classic comedy-drama bickering as they screech around the complex under fire. Fuuta trying to backseat drive. Mahiru in delirious giggles that she’s helping with a jailbreak, can you believe it? Her! Shidou shielding Amane as the vehicle bumps around/takes damage. Muu pointing out they’ve been going in circles. It’s revealed the driver doesn’t have their license. Es complaining that they shouldn’t be here but knowing it’s too late to get out. There’s much screaming and celebrating and panicking and tires squealing.

One epic car chase later, they emerge in the surrounding woods, alone. They start making plans. I’m not sure who has the most geographical knowledge, but someone is able to piece together generally where they are. Mikoto knows a good deal about getting away with a crime, and starts walking them through how they’ll need to ditch this vehicle and where to hide for the time being. Kotoko has some connections, she can find out if Milgram is associated with the government or if they should go to the authorities about them. Muu’s parents are rich and from France, she’ll have them get everyone out of the country until things are figured out.

They plan on reaching out to their families to let them know they’re alright. After some awkward silence from Es, Fuuta starts listing all the ways you can find someone online. He gets a bit embarrassed talking about the techniques (seeing as that’s how he ended up a killer,) but Es seems grateful for the help finding out who they are and if they have any family looking for them.

As they drive, someone points out that these plans aren’t perfect. Milgram may be better equipped or more widespread than they know. There’s a high chance they’ll still be caught and potentially killed to keep quiet about the whole experiment.

Shidou starts saying that a doctor’s job is to extend life so people can live as long and happy as possible, even when they know it won’t last. He points out that even if this isn’t a permanent escape, the extension of their lives and their happiness is still something meaningful. After all, if they’d just stayed in the prison to be executed, they would never have gotten this one last chance to see the sun.

Then they all watch the sun rise and it’s beautiful !!!!! The end

#milgram #i think everything is leading up to character executions #and i think it will be stellar writing to do that and ill be really satisfied with the ending #however. see also: i will be sad #and i have been endlessly entertained by imagining these 11 disasters crammed in a car having no experience breaking out of a prison #but making it out and being okay!!!!#fanfic #maybe? its not an actual fic but you know #i wont write any fix its until it actually ends because i want canon details about the actual prison too badly lmao

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