#I headcanon that they forget mom is coming home sooner rather than later

[iwaasfairy]

I JSUT SAWZ S REONAGI EDIT SND I WSS THINKING???? WHAT IF THEM + YN RIGHT? BUT THEN I THOUGHT WHAY IF nagi isn't feeling like training and reo's trying to convince him w everything in the world!!! but then!!! you walk in,,, wearing the tiniestttttttt top and a thong 🤩🤩🤩 like Onichan have you seen my white jeans? reo might be used to this but nagi isn't 😳‼️ so when reo notices that nagis dull eyes are shining bright,,, he knows how to convince him to train ifykwim 😔‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ also kissi for u 💞

HHhHhshhshdhhd stOPPPDJJRHDH THis is settIng my lOINS ON FIRE you can’t just give mE THE IMAGE OF reO NII In my head w seishi drooling over you anD WMEXPWCT ME TO FUNCTION AFTEr pJJDHDHDH

tw incest, coercion, oral, pussy eating, threesome

contains nagi seishiro x fem!reader x mikage reo

Reo had been quick to roll his eyes and chastise you when you’d walked out, ass fully out save for the tiniest thong known to man, and a tight top that wasnt nearly thick enough not to be molten to every curve. “Can you put on some clothes?” he’d grunted, staring you down with an impatient noise. It’s not that you don’t … look good, but today isn’t the day. The silver blond next to him shuffles on the couch, and his video game makes the sound of a character death.

“Yea, I’m trying to, niichan!” You hit him back with just as much attitude, and glare him down for a second. “Moms taking me on a lunch date in a bit, just- can’t find my lightwash pants. The nice ones.”

“Check under my bed then, we- “ He cuts himself off and motions his head towards the other side of the luxuriously spacious flat, before turning back to his friend. But Seishiro’s attention has long left his game, and his dark eyes follow very close behind to the sway of your hips as you stroll past them. And a smile tugs his mouth up.

The solution to his dilemma is pretty easy after that. He’s an excellent problem solver.

“This okay?” Seishiro asks as he does, kissing down your lips to your neck and then licking and sucking all over your tits with a hum.

“She likes when you bite them softly,” your big brother mumbles, and is much too quick to shove his sweatpants down to reveal an already hardening cock as he gets on his knees between your spread thighs. Nagi’s lips smack as he disconnects from your nipple for a moment, lips glossy with spit, and glances down.

“How do you know that?”

But niichan just hums a soft dismissal. “Don’t ask stupid questions.” Then his amethyst irises meet yours, and he gives you a look as he fucks the flushed, hot head of his cock into his palm, and then noses at the inside of your thigh. “What do you say?”

“Please eat my pussy, niichan. Want to have my big brother’s tongue on me.” You can feel Nagi’s hands start roaming around as he glances up at you from playing with your tits, sucking marks and rubbing his hot tongue over your hardened buds. Then he looks down at the way Reo nii’s nosing at your pussy, and let’s out a string of swears. Niichan’s quick to shove the panties aside and place his mouth on your cunt though, unbothered by the fuss his friend’s making.

And you’ve never seen Seishiro so animated, as he blinks a few times, bites his lip, and then slides a hand along his abs into his pants. You make a noise when niichan starts with a few patient licks to your clit, before his fingers join and you make grabby hands towards the blond. “Nuh uh, let me help. Please. Please, Seishiro kun? Can you use my mouth until niichan’s done with his meal?” His tongue slips from between his lips for him to bite it, and gladly takes out the hard, hot cock to offer it up to you.

And you make quick work of spitting on your hands and grabbing him, feeling the thumping vein on the bottom as he props one long, muscular leg onto the bed beside you and groans long and raspy when you lead him to your mouth. “Do your parents know that you do this shit?” he asks after a moment, watching the head of his cock hollow and fill your cheeks and a glimmer cover the flushed cock as you pop it in and out.

“N-nope,” you quickly answer, before locking one leg around Reo nii’s shoulders when he pats it, “and you’re not gonna tell them either. You gotta keep our little secret.” You coo and let out a slight yelp when Reo sucks hard at the top of your slit, rubbing his tongue with too much practice over your clit in just the way you like. “Oh-hmmmgn- niichan— th-ah, I can’t focus when you do that.” He hums into your pussy, watching his fingers drip with your juices when he scissors them apart a few times, then smiles.

“Nagi, how about you fuck her face? Go ahead, she can take it.” Your squeaked ‘nii nii’ is interrupted by the way he spits on your pussy and rubs it around, before fucking his cock into a ring of fingers again for a moment. “Shhh, don’t worry, Nagi’s not gonna say anything. Just open your mouth like a good girl and stick your tongue out like niichan taught you.”

“That’s twisted,” his friend only mumbles, but those dark eyes glitter as they have yet to leave your face. His one hand toys with your tits for a bit longer, as he stroked himself in a slow rhythm with your spit, before you oblige. Niichan promised to drive you around all month in his very fancy car if you helped him out after all. So you open your mouth and let the heavy cock invade the tightness of your throat. “Ohhh- fuck. Oh fuck.”

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

caryl first date headcanon

i wrote a stream of consciousness caryl headcanon i was thinking about when i couldn’t sleep last night. no i did not proofread it. yes it is rambling nonsense. yes you can read it if you want: 

so i genuinely don’t know what the timeline for canon is gonna be now that we got bottle episodes, s11, and the spin-off, but just for a moment let us pretend that it happens during the bottle episodes and then we have all of s11 to watch caryl trying to figure out how to navigate a relationship with each other

cuz like, they gon fuck right away, bc things are gonna get heated, and tensions are gonna be high, and they’re gonna snap like a trip wire and fucking ravish each other, that’s without question

so the first little while of their relationship will be mostly getting intimately familiar with each other’s bodies down to every last freckle

but once they’ve simmered down some they’re gonna need to address the “oh shit, wait, how does a relationship work?” problem

cue: caryl’s first date

it’ll take place in commonwealth, and i’ve never read the comics and i know jack all about it outside of what i’ve skimmed, but we’re gonna ignore that for the sake of my fun post

i know enough about it to know that there are definitely places to have a date

daryl knows this too, tho he doesn’t rly think about it right away. at first he’s more confused and sort of standoffish about the whole place, bc he was always a forest-dweller even before the apocalypse, so seeing this new metropolis-like place after years of living like a gd pioneer is gonna throw him way off kilter

right up until he’s chillin’ with judith and she’s talking about how she’s excited to see her first concert, and they have restaurants, and things she’s only ever read about, and then out of nowhere she’ll pull out, “are you gonna take aunt carol on a date?” 

and daryl will stare at her

and she’ll be like “rosita was telling me about how father gabriel took her on a real date and how nice it was. you should do that for aunt carol” 

and daryl will stare at her

and then will hastily change the subject (she’ll see right through him, ofc, but she’ll let it slide)

but the thought will stick with him, and suddenly he’s looking at the schedule of upcoming concerts and plays and wondering if carol would care about any of it. does she like shakespeare? the most experience he would have had with shakespeare was ripping out a couple pages of his school copy of romeo and juliet to use to light some firewood

but maybe she’s into it???

eventually he’ll reach the inevitable conclusion that the only way this is going to work is if he actually asks her to go on a date with him, which should be easy, right? like, he was ball’s deep inside her last night and told her good morning by putting his face between his legs, so surely asking someone on a date is simple

it will not be simple

bc yeah, they fuck all the time, and obviously they’re head-over-heels in love with each other, they’re each other’s soulmates, yada yada, but also daryl’s extremely emotionally repressed and has the romance skills of a fifteen year old having his mom drive him and his date to his first homecoming dance, only worse bc he never even went to any school dances

but after Dwelling On It for ages he’ll finally get fed up with himself and will vow to stop being a pussy. he’ll ask her before the day’s over or he’ll shoot a bolt into his own foot, ok, no more excuses

so the whole day he’s jittery af

you’d think he’s trying to pop the question, but all he wants to do is go eat dinner with carol and then watch some people recite lines from a play written hundreds of years ago, like, what is his Deal(tm)??? 

(his deal is, ofc, that he waited so long to have her, and now every new thing feels tenuous, bc he’d rather die than lose her, and sure she knows him better than anyone, but never in this context, and plus her last dude basically bled passion and romance no matter how obnoxious, and what if she realizes just how fucking clueless he is and decides she doesn’t really want to be with a middle-aged man who still gets tongue-tied around a pretty girl?)

(but also she deserves a gd date, alright? she deserves it, and so he’s going to give it to her, even if going face-to-face with a walker horde is less intimidating)

carol notices something’s off with him right away, but she waits until after dinner, when the kids have gone to their rooms and the two of them are alone washing dishes to ask, “hey, so what the fuck?” 

and daryl will be like, k, it’s now or never

and he will 100% make a fool of himself by stumbling alllll over his words, like, “nothin’s wrong, i’m fine, everythin’s real fine, i was just wonderin’ if mb you’d wanna, y’know, i dunno, they got all these shows and shit that we ain’t had in forever and i didn’t know if mb you’d wanna go see one? and mb get some food? with me, i mean. like, together. like i’d take you there and we could do those things, like a, you know, a date. but it’s cool if not, no worries, i get it if it’s not your thing, but i just thought i’d ask, but no, you’re right, it’s stupid, forget i said anythin’, hey look at the time, well i’m beat, gonna go to sleep now, goodbye”

and carol will go, “hold up”

and she’ll take daryl by the wrist before he can flee the room (bc he definitely intends to), and pulls him close and kisses him all sweet, and she’s gotta stand on her tiptoes to do it bc she’s in a pair of knit socks and he’s got his boots on so there’s more of a height difference than usual, and after she’s successfully managed to keep daryl from falling straight into a panic spiral, she’ll whisper, “i’d love to, let’s go this weekend”

and then she’ll just turn back to doing dishes without another word on the matter 

(bc, as previously stated, she knows daryl better than anyone, and she knows exactly what all his insecurities are and how much it must have taken him to ask her that, and so she’s not gonna harp on it or tease him)

(daryl recognizes this and loves her desperately for it)

the actual date is way easier than daryl expected

bc he spent all this time hyping it up, but when it comes right down to it, he just gets to spend a night with carol where they don’t have the kids to worry about, or any council business, and they just get to enjoy each other’s company

she even dressed up a little for him, which was unnecessary, but he most certainly appreciates it and can’t wait to tear the outfit off of her later

(it does make him regret the fact that he’s only had one pair of pants for the past ten years, but she doesn’t seem to mind)

they end up seeing a shakespeare play

daryl understands like 2% at best, but carol holds his hand and rests her head on his shoulder the whole time, and apparently it’s a comedy bc she laughs a lot, and that alone makes it worth it

they fuck like crazy when they get home, obviously

but it’s different than it had been previously, bc now their “togetherness” seems more solidified

like, they’re officially a “couple” now

like the type of couple that gets a babysitter for the night so they can go to the apocalyptic version of dinner and a movie together and then have sex and then fall asleep right afterwards bc they’re domestic af

and like, deep down both of them knows that this isn’t the life that they’re meant to live in forever, a la commonwealth/domestic bliss, and he wasn’t kidding when he told her new mexico was still out there, and he can feel a shift coming sooner rather than later

but he also knows they’ll be together when it happens, and they’ll figure out their own version of “date night” when they’re out exploring

but for now he’s content to do it the old fashioned way, though

when she falls asleep on his chest that night he rubs her back and kisses the top of her head, and he’s already planning their next night out

he might pick a show with modern english, though

but it’s not required

just so long as they’re together

the end 

[silverkoushi]

haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! | read pt.2 here! ⇢ feat. : suga, hinata, & kageyama (karasuno) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings: 1.7k, none ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ this is me trying to psych myself up for the holidays aha... thinkin of doing more if i get the inspo and make it in time ><

sugawara koushi ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ the holiday spirit with him is unsurprisingly soft and domestic!! he’s the kind of guy that loves to uphold traditional celebrations like the holidays, your birthdays, new years— things like that because it’s important for him to create memories that you can look back on many years later. you bet the holiday decorations will be up mid-november, so once you see him struggling to hang multi-colored lights along the exterior of your house, you have no choice but to laugh at him at first but eventually help him out!! his cheerfulness and child-like excitement nearing the holidays becomes contagious so the two of you start matching everything: penguin sweaters, (ugly but comfortable) red/green pajamas, mugs that have those cringey couple labels on them— basically, you name it, you and suga have two versions of it to wear/use!! suga would be in an extra-baking mood, too!!

if there’s a holiday party (probably at the school he’s teaching at) that you would be attending with him, suga will volunteer to be in charge of baked goodies! sugar cookies, brownies, donuts with cinnamon sugar, maybe even a raspberry choco cake roll?? the possibilities are endless with your pastry chef of a man, and ofc you make it your duty to help him out in the kitchen!! baking til 2 or 3am, sometimes just goofing off with the flour, cookie dough on the tips of your noses, and suga stealing a kiss (or a lick) here and there. all the while your favorite holiday playlist hums in the background of your colorfully lit home, pictures of the two of you hanging around a tree, santa hats bouncing up and down atop your heads the way you dance everywhere, his arms snug around your waist. while you wait for the last batch of cookies in the oven, suga has already prepared his original hot cocoa for the two of you, making sure he adds extra mini marshmallows in your elf mug tonight— you sit by the couch overlooking the decorated frenzy of your surroundings. and you know you made the right choice spending it with him. :) when the actual party happens, o god the kids love you!! calls you his partner for lifey!! sth cute like that and u don’t know if suga taught them that or they just made it up lol either way, you’re so very excited to see how the love of ur life interacts with his students as, you guessed it, he’s so so good with them!! they run up to him, bouncing up and down just to get a bite of his baked goodies and while he’s handing them out, he also gives them a handwritten card. for each n every one of them!! when did he do that?? you question to yourself, but when he seesn you giving him an incredulous look, he just sheepishly smiles and says, “when you fell asleep on the couch last night, i wrote them last minute.” o,, that’s why when you woke up, u don’t even remember lying down in the bed but you surmise suga had carried you all the way there too :’) 

they sing a lot of holiday songs, play those party games like trip to jerusalem or once the music stops, you have to stop dancing or you’re out type of game and just overall lots of fun filled moments and you feel thankful for witnessing such a pure, innocent sight right around the holidays!! ofc once it’s all done and he bids them goodbye with a hug, a hi five or a pat on the head, suga doesn’t forget about you and puts up a mini mistletoe by the door when everyone had left. he has that teasing smirk on his face and you’d do more than just kiss him bec of it but uh, you’re still in the classroom so you give in with a chaste yet sweet kiss on his lips. he returns it a little deeper, but you push his chest off playfully, and boop! him on the nose. “later, sir,” you reprimand lightly, yet cheeks blushing at your interaction with him in his workplace. he shows that toothy grin, and intertwines ur fingers together as u walk to your car and finally spend more time together again <333 his most favorite part of this season!!

hinata shouyo ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ be prepared for a very hyper and energetic holiday week with this guy!! imagine you two are still in college, he has a break from playing professional volleyball to spend these times with his family. and he chooses to spend most of those days with you!! he is actually very excited to bring you home to meet his mom and (not-so) little sister, and it’s very nerve-wracking knowing that it’s an important holiday for them to be together as a family— and then you’re just gonna crash it like that??? BUT sho doesn’t see it that way! he already sees you as a person he’ll definitely experience even more holidays the next year, and the one after that, but in order to ease up the anxiety that has been building up in your system, he tells you of his extravagant plans for the two of you before going back to his parents’ house!! think amusement parks in the winter, ice skating in frozen lakes, walking on boardwalks with two styrofoam cups of hot choco for him, and a peppermint mocha for you!!

o, and if there’s some downtime with your adventure, he’ll drag you outside where the snow is ankle deep, tells you to take a picture of him in the cold, earmuffs hugging the sides of his temple so warmly that you find so adorable. you’re about to pull your phone out until you feel cold, wet, melting ice smacked onto your cheek!! “SHO, WHAT THE HECK—” you don’t even have time to protest because WHACK, one more snowball, but he missed and it got to your jacket this time. luckily, your phone was still okay but your boyfriend definitely won’t be once you find him as he had started running, your voice calling out to his name in the breezy wind. so that whole afternoon, you were seen having a ridiculous snowball fight around campus (you guys stayed in the dorms until you were ready to leave), laughing when you threw one directly at his open, cackling mouth. shouyo started choking on the snowball, but you were still wiping tears from your eyes at the hilarity of the situation. “STOTPF IM LITERALYLYL DYUINGGG” “don’t be ridiculous” “JDFSKFDJH” and that’s when you actually run towards him, patting his back rather forcefully because oh god what if you did make him choke and his family won’t have a son coming home this time around?!

while you worry in your head, shouyo had already tackled you to the ground, snow engulfing your bodies together. “let’s take a picture here, this is the perfect spot!” he’d chuckle, peppering you with winter kisses, sending shivers down your arms not just because they were cold but also wow, you’re so lucky to be with a guy like him during this season. suddenly, you anticipate meeting his family :)

kageyama tobio

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ you know what you’re very excited for that kags isn’t? his birthday falls on the week of christmas, and any other normal person would just think, “ah, i can just combine his gifts into one!” but for you that’s a big no-no. and kageyama knows it, and he’s flustered and shy because everyone in his life up until the point he’s met you had always just given him a 1 for 2 type of gift. not that he minded, that’s all he’s ever known in his life so when you promised him a big birthday bash and a special holiday gift, he’s scared for what’s to come,,, although, you know he’s not big on surprises or bigger gatherings, but you wanted to see his reaction as to how you planned it all out! in reality, you just wanted to spend precious time with your bf on his bday and an early christmas before he leaves to go visit his family :(

after tiring hours of vball practice and finals (he’s gotten better at studying, don’t underestimate this guy!) he sleeps in on the day of his birthday, not even realizing the night prior he’s turning a year older that day!! you creep up to his dorm with the spare key he has given you, place the milk and berries cake you ordered yesterday on his desk, and surreptitiously clasp the paper birthday hat on his sleeping head. the guy doesn’t even stir!! stifling your laughter, you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him and you together, your lips puckering to kiss his cheek and— you forgot to turn your phone into silent mode! apparently the click was loud enough for his eyes to flutter open, and when he realizes you’re next to him he feels a sense of relief, but at the same time the rubber around his face became bothersome… only when you start singing happy birthday did it dawn on him… and he can’t get mad, it’s you, how can he??

you eat a piece of the milk n berries creme cake on his bed, talking about the day you’re gonna spend with him.. and you ask what he wants to do bec it’s his special day!! this gets him blushing since he thought you had this elaborate party with lots of people come, and now he feels guilty and grateful as to how thoughtful you’re being for him… he asks if he can sneak in a practice session for vball for at least an hour and you agree, guessing that would’ve come up sooner or later. anyway, aside from that his birthday was spent strolling around the town center near campus, snow underneath your boots and snowflakes showering your hair,,, he places his beanie on yours so it doesn’t get messed up and you thank him with a nose kiss… rudolph, is that you??

you take him to shops so you can buy matching sweaters <3 and he OBLIGES, seeing the gleeful expression in your eyes and smile, how can he resist the beauty radiating off you today? this is the best birthday gift he can ask for. you end the day by grabbing some milk tea, spending the rest of the night getting cozy under blankets, and watching cheesy romcoms to which kags just shields his eyes away… the embarrassment!! >< you end up sleeping in his arms, the ending credits with christmas music playing in the background. the next day, you both wear your holiday outfits (he has polar bear and yours is a panda!!) and take lots of pictures bec you know you’ll miss him when he goes back home :(( he immediately makes one of the selfies u took as his lockscreen: the two of you squish yourselves in between the snowman you both created. your face is lit up with utmost happiness, and kags is just looking at you with a loving grin to his smile as well. :)

[starblazerm31]

Hey there lovely! 🖤 First of all, your blog and your headcanons/fan fictions are amazing and I enjoy reading every new one every time! I don't know if you still take requests, but how about the main 6 with an MC who's water suddenly broke. Like, how would they react? How would the MC react (this one sounds stupid I know and I'm sorry. ;-;) Well, hope you're gonna have a lovely day/night! ❤🖤

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Main 6 with MC whose Water Suddenly Breaks

Asra

The two of you are at Selasi’s, buying some bread and talking about your pregnancy.  You’re due at any time.

You’re munching on your pumpkin bread with Asra rubbing your achy back when you suddenly feel a warm trickle between your legs.  For a moment you think you accidentally wet yourself (hey, it’s common during pregnancy), but quickly realize that isn’t the case.

“Um…Asra?  I think my water just broke.”

Asra and Selasi explode in chatter.  Selasi tells Asra to get you home immediately, and he will go and fetch Julian.

Asra gets you situated on the bed with a ton of pillows at your back.  He is gathering together everything you need for delivery.

He contacts Aisha and Salim through water, and you can hear them talking excitedly.

Much sooner than you expected, you hear the door to the shop open and lots of voices fill the air.  Julian comes up to the loft followed by Aisha and Salim.

Aisha sits next to you and coaches you through the contractions.  Julian examines you periodically for when you’re ready to give birth.

When the time comes, Asra is right next to you holding your hand.  It’s rough going, but Julian withdraws a healthy beautiful baby.

Aisha and Salim clean the baby off before handing it to you.  You and Asra gaze down upon your new child with love and pride.

Nadia

Your pregnancy has been well monitored and your every need tended to.  It hasn’t been all that rough.

You’re in the garden taking a nice stroll when you feel a sudden weight followed by wetness.

Oh no.

You start to shuffle back towards the palace, and you call out for help.  Almost instantly a palace guard appears.

“Tell the Countess that my water just broke!!”

The guard goes pale.  He shouts out for another guard to escort you back while he dashes off to find Nadia.

The guard at your side doesn’t leave you.  As you are taken to your room, he calls for the midwife to be summoned.

Only when the midwife dismisses him and Nadia sweeps into the room does the guard finally leave.  But he stations himself outside your door.

Your room becomes a bustle of activity as servants bring all the supplies the midwife calls for.

Nadia remains by your side and holds your hand.  She makes sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need.

The midwife delivers your baby with expert precision and speed.  You and Nadia gaze upon your baby with great joy and the guard who refused to leave you receives a special commendation from Nadia.

Julian

You two are enjoying a quiet night at home.

Julian made dinner for you, insisting that you stay off of your feet.  You’re due any day now, and he wants to make sure that his beloved and their child are comfy and safe.

He’s sitting behind you on the bed, rubbing your back and shoulders.

You suddenly feel the urge to go to the bathroom.  Julian helps you up, but as soon as you are erect, you feel a sudden splash.

The two of you look at each other, and your eyes grow wide.

Shit!  Shit, shit, shit shit shit!!

Julian takes off like a rocket, gathering towels and heating water on the stove.  You contact Mazelinka through water and tell her that it’s happening.

With astonishing speed, both she and Portia arrive at your home.

Julian had thought he was going to deliver his own baby.  Mazelinka isn’t having that.  His job is to stay next to you and keep you focused and calm.

He sucks at it.  He’s so nervous his hand is trembling in yours.

Portia and Mazelinka are like a well-oiled machine.  When you start to give birth, they calmly talk you through it.

When your baby arrives, Julian breaks down crying (even more than the baby).  It takes both Mazelinka and Portia to keep him from bursting out into the street right then to show it off.

Muriel

He’s been a nervous wreck throughout your entire pregnancy.   He knows precisely dick about pregnancy and babies.

If he wasn’t glued to your side, Inanna was.

While you were pouring yourself some water, you spilled some on the floor.  You swear to yourself, but when you catch Muriel’s suddenly terrified gaze you realize that you actually hadn’t spilled a drop.

He scoops you up and puts you on the bed, his hands gripping his hair in fright.  He has absolutely no idea what to do.

He sends Inanna to go get Asra.

He’s standing at the end of the bed, wondering if he should get ready to catch or something.  He keeps peering in between your legs, expecting something really scary to happen.

When Asra finally arrives, Muriel is sitting on the floor at your feet, rocking back and forth.  Asra comforts him briefly, explaining that this is going to take some time.  Babies don’t just jump out when the water breaks.

Asra lights some calming incense and gets everything set up.  He actually made the effort to learn how to midwife for his two best friends in the entire world.

Inanna curls up at your side, protective and comforting as always.  You pet her as your contractions get stronger.  Muriel is trying to keep calm.

You suddenly feel strong pressure.  Asra takes position between your legs and tells you what to do.  Muriel looks like he is about to pass out.

Before you know it, the baby is here.  Asra cleans it off and hands it to you.  Muriel approaches the two of you and for the first time in his life feels amazed and proud of something he did.  When you hand the baby to him, he stares at it in absolute wonder.

Portia

She has been so freaking excited to be a mom!  She’s been checking up on you every five minutes for nine long months and has been having Mazelinka instruct her on what she will need to do when you give birth.

She’s been very strict with your diet, but she’s also been really good with your cravings.  She’s not going to deny you ice cream when THE BABY WANTS ICE CREAM, PASHA!!!

You were knitting booties and she was working in her garden one lovely day when suddenly you felt the wetness and your face went beet red.

Portia’s spade clatters to the ground.  Her time has come!!!

She sets you up with some pain relief tea and sends a courier to fetch Julian and Mazelinka.

When they arrive, Julian is already coming up with lame uncle jokes.  Mazelinka gives him a list of things to get from the palace, mainly to shut him up.

Maz gives you some of her famous soup to keep you calm and ease the pain some more.  Portia rubs your legs and feet, and the two of you chatter excitedly about what the baby’s name will be.

When Julian returns, the entire kitchen staff is with him.  They wanted to give their support and see the baby.

You’re not thrilled about being a spectacle, but these are your friends.  And it’s not like they will all be in the cottage getting a full view of the event.

When it’s time, Portia is at your knees cheering you on and encouraging you.  You damn well bet she wants to deliver her own baby!!

When the baby is born, she is struck mute.  She washes it off and coos at it adoringly.  When she places the child in your arms, she is giving you all the praise in the world for doing such an amazing job.

Lucio

He’s been so PROUD that he’s going to be a father.  He’s been telling every foreign dignitary and every royal that has passed through the palace that the two of you are expecting.

If you thought he spoiled you rotten before, you were not prepared for the spoiling of upcoming father Lucio.  And he has been so supportive of you and your needs; you have wanted for nothing (and he thinks you’re the sexiest you’ve ever been).

Secretly, he’s been a nervous mess.  He doesn’t know if he’ll be a good dad and Morga has not been very supportive of him.  She’s been blatant about how she hopes his child will turn out better than he.

One evening, the two of you sat at the organ in the parlor; he was enthusiastically listening to you practice.  Suddenly, you stopped.

“Umm…Lucio?”  You look between your legs and see that the bench is soaked.

Lucio is on his feet, his face pale as death.  "Is it time?  Oh shit, it’s time, isn’t it!!“  He’s bolting into the hallway bellowing “THE BABY’S COMING!  FUCK SHIT, THE BABY IS COMING!”

The midwives have been awaiting this moment for weeks now, so they are in the parlor with you in an instant.  You are gently ushered into your room where you are made comfortable.  Lucio is pacing back and forth, practically knawing dents into his golden hand.

He gets to be rather irritating to those who are trying to tend to you.  The head midwife sternly tells him to calm down or leave the room.  He isn’t helping you right now.

He sits down in a chair on the other side of the room, tapping his feet anxiously.  His knuckles go white when you really go into labor.

He stands up to watch his child be born…and promptly passes out on the floor.

Some fanning and smelling salts later, he is sitting next to you, staring at his newborn child.  Forgetting everything his mother ever said to him, he takes the baby’s hand and swears that they will grow up happy and loved.

Ko-Fi ☕

[chocobroness]

Can you introduce Noct’s council members from the drawing?

Yay, a double whammy.

Yes, I did end up doing headcanons for them. (Blame my bestie, she wanted to learn about them.)

And sure, I did end up writing stuff for them all.

Here you go.

—

Ava Varius

Age: 10

Birthday: March 7

Loves: Relaxing, watching clouds, music, taking care of those younger than her.

Hates: loudness, bullies, unfairness, people trying to start a fight with her, forcefully woken up when she’s sleeping.

Job: Head caretaker of the younger children.

Summary: oldest daughter and heir to a minor noble family. She has always had a hand in taking care of her younger siblings. A calm attitude is a must when the situation becomes serious. Which she definitely has.

Ava was rescued along with a group of 5 & 6 year olds by Noctis’ group 7 months after the adults vanished. Before that, she had been the slave/punching bag for a gang of 12 year olds in exchange for them not hurting the younger kids they forced into the gang.

She watched Noctis be very involved with caring for his group, making sure everyone was comfortable and safe. How he handled the younger kids especially cemented her place in his group.

When she’s not caring for the younger children. She somewhere napping or watching the clouds. Noctis trusts her ideas to always have the younger children’s safety forever in mind.

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Amata Eshmun

Age: 11

Birthday: May 21

Loves: Sheep, Learning about medicine, berries, and exercise.

Hates: discrimination, centipedes & mosquitoes, when someone disturbs her medical research.

Job: Head Doctor and Medical Researcher

Summary: Daughter of a Surgeon mother and a herbalist father, Amata is from a middle class family with dreams of following her parents footsteps in the medical field. Being surrounded by her family’s medical books her whole life, she has a firm grasp on first aid, and is considered a well practiced herbalist by her father.

She met Noctis one year after the adults vanished. Offering medical aid to any kid that needed it. She became immediately well known for her herbal medicine and her kind nature.

She joined up with Noctis after realizing that sooner rather than later, she would be hunted down by the more vicious gangs for her skills if she remained by herself. Hoping Noct’s group can help her perfect her skills, She has henceforth claimed the medical wing of the Citadel and the nearby hospital as her own.

She pours over her father’s personal journals during her spare time and always worries that the time when her current skill isn’t enough to save someone will come sooner than she expects.

—

Valentina Drusus

Age: 7

Birthday: April 19

Loves: throwing things that blow up, making things that blow up, catching bugs, riding her golf cart (or any vehicle), baking.

Hates: being mocked for her height, people calling her stupid, being called weak.

Summary: Born the youngest daughter of a low class family, she fell in love with making things go boom after watching her older brother blow up the microwave when she was 4. Her temper is shorter than her or the fuses of her bombs. She has constantly been made fun of for her height, interests and tomboy attitude.

She joined up with Noct’s group two years after the adults vanished when she was being threatened to join a gang that wanted to use her skills in bomb making to force smaller gangs of kids to join them. She then proceeded to use the same desired skills to destroy their base and managing to ride off in a car that still had its key in the engine. In exchange for her protection, (and to forget that she nearly ran them over.) she agreed to teach others how to safely make bombs to protect the Citadel.

She and Gladiolus are normally seen arguing with each other over silly things.

—

Gaius Cecil

Age: 12

Birthday: October 24

Loves: Reading, restoring antiques with his mom, history, the scarf his father gave him, throwing darts, large bodies of water.

Hates: being forced to speak more than he needs to, loud music, olives, too much heat.

Job: head history researcher for old war tactics and fighting styles.

Summary: Arrived as an infant to the Crown City as a refugee from Galahd, Gaius has always observed the world quietly. He was at home sick the day of the mass vanishing, not realizing something was wrong until his mother and father failed to return that same night. Quiet, he prefers to be ignored. Only enjoying the spotlight when someone brings up topics about antiques and history.

Arrived alongside his neighbor Amata when she mentioned her decision to join Noct’s group.

Is normally seen discussing ancient war tactics and weaponry with Ignis.

—

Silas Castro

Age: 8

Birthday: January 9

Loves: video games, calligraphy, learning how to maintain bikes and cars, sports and motorbikes.

Hates: forced to dress in very feminine clothes. Cleaning the dishes. Being inactive for long periods of time.

Job: head mechanic and test driver.

Summary: Her mother a stuntwoman and a motorcyclist, while her father was a mechanic. They introduced Silas to the beauty of motorbikes and car engines.

A typical tomboy, she says what’s on her mind and has a keen eye for any form of motor powered bikes.

Silas led the first group of children to the citadel, demanding shelter and protection during the first weeks without adults.

She claimed the garage and the cars for herself. Though she does like fixing up the golf carts Valentina brings her and taking them for a spin. Promising that she can make a large vehicle for kids to drive someday soon.

Silas gained Noct’s trust after managing to obtain a fire truck and drive it to a burning house which had a few children trapped inside.

Ignis and Amata need to force her and Valentina away from the more dangerous engines. Ignis stating that they doesn’t have the hands-on experience to handle them and Amata telling them to wait until she can reattach limbs so they be reckless.

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Roux Kaiser

Age: 10

Birthday: September 18

Loves: Reading, learning how to cook, and voice mimicry.

Hates: unnecessary violence, wasting food, crawfish.

Job: Head cook.

Summary: His mother passed away when he was a baby and with a busy strict father, he became self-sufficient very quickly. He took to the mass vanishing very easily, making food for his neighbors and making them laugh with his voice impressions.

He took them into his house, feeding and clothing them for two and a half years when he met Prompto, who offered a place into Noct’s group.

He has gladly taken charge of the kitchens while leading a large group of helpers and happily teaches anyone who wants to learn.

—-

That’s all of the kids from the photo!

(Any more questions, just send more asks! )

[revengeisalwaysanoption]

[Skam Italia] Internal Monologues

So yeah, I was just saying 3 days ago that I didn’t feel like translating Nico’s POV from Italian to English, but today I changed my mind. To @skamsnake​ who wrote the most beautiful collection of pieces from Niccolò’s POV ever, to @crucios​ who makes me love Nico even more every time I read her posts and to @minttobe-treehill​ <3 Credit to @silenzio-assenzio​ for the headcanon, I blame this fic on her ;D

17th Semptember 2018 - 07:59 a.m. This year will be a blast. Yeah, right. This year will be slightly better than the last. Now, that’s more likely. This year we have only to get to the state exams without taking one too many sick days, to keep a high average so that mom can get off my back. We are not here to make friends. Mingling is okay. Preventing classmates from talking behind our back is cool too. Can we get more than that? Should we? We’ll see.

The closer they get to me, the more likely it will be that they start asking about what happened at Virgilio... But I don’t wanna talk about it. I didn’t even want to get out of bed this morning, to be honest, but if I knew that if I missed the first day then my parents would start talking about sending me to a private school again.

Okay, Niccolò, let's survive this day. Don’t start worrying about the next.

8th October 2018 - 1:04 p.m. 

I’m so fucking bored. So, so bored. BOOOOOOORED. I can’t take this for 8 more months, I just can’t. The school itself is not that bad... I mean, I’m surrounded by tolerable people - apart from Covitti, who’s being a whiny bitch because he’s not the star student anymore? I don’t know what he’s got against me, really, and I don’t even care - and the teachers are decent enough, but... It’s like there’s no chance to get to know people better aside from those fleeting moments at recess. No opportunity to get rid of those fucking school-work interchange hours, either. No afterschool club in which, by sheer luck, I could run into that beautiful freckled boy. The one who is always surrounded by at least two other friends, who ain’t that bad themselves - especially the one with those baby blue eyes. 

Dream on, Niccolò. Dream on. He must have better stuff do with his time...

... than spend it with the kids from drama club. Which might be awesome, but not the right fit for me. I already play the part of a sane individual everyday, so thanks but no thanks.

"Hey... Hello! Have you ever thought of hosting your own show on the radio? "

No, you never thought about it. Who the fuck is listening that radio, anyway? Nobody. But you’ve got plenty of time to kill and you’re looking for ways to make your days a bit more varied, right? It’s still better than cleaning toilets at McDonalds, isn’t it? Or than listening to Maddi drone on about her day at Uni. To have her remind you that had you followed her advice, had you taken your meds and went to see your therapist when you were supposed to... Then you wouldn’t be stuck at high school for another year.

It’s not she does it on purpose. She doesn’t say it out loud, but you can read between the lines.

When are we gonna dump her, by the way? The 4th of never seems like the perfect day to do just that. Who is gonna listen to us when we are feeling sorry for ourselves, who’s gonna tuck us in when too exhausted to get up? Who has always been there for us, Niccolò? You know who.  Go and break her heart come on. I dare you to.

11th October 2018 - 5:43 p.m.

THERE HE IS HE. IS. HERE. OH FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK.  COME UP WITH A PLAN. DO IT FAST, NICO. YOU’RE GOOD AT THINKING ON YOUR FEET, AIN’T YOU? Okay. First of all: don’t freak out. Then: you shouldn’t look at him, he cannot not know how desperate you’ve been to see him again. Let’s pretend he doesn’t exist and that we can’t feel that he’s staring at us. He doesn’t know that I’m paranoid enough to always think that people have nothing better to do than stare at me.. That I never really got over that intrusive thought, but that I learnt not to let it get to me and tell myself either ‘well, if they’re watching let’s give them a good show’ or ‘let’s bore them to death so they will move on”. I think I’ll go with the second, today. Don’t meet his eyes. Don’t stumble on the chairs, on the desks, and please don’t choke on the cake.  Keep a modicum of dignity, please.

Greet the girls. Analyse with great interest the pattern of your plastic plate. Turn to the blackboard. Good, Nico. You’re doing great. Keep this  cool and mysterious attitude... Let him come to you.

OI. OI. OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. NO. STOP THERE YOU. NOPE, NOT TALKING TO MYSELF NOW BUT TO THAT NICE GUY WHO STILL HASN’T GOT A NAME. You don’t you expect me to follow you around, do you? Or to sit in a dark room, listening to you fucking around and telling your imaginary audience how to grow weed in their closet. That's exactly why I'll do it. To turn this into something special. Something memorable.

I’m not even sure what this is. I out of my depth when I realize how easy it is to be around this guy, how I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not and put a fake smile on my lips and fill the awkward silences with inane chatter. For once in my life I’m not striving to impress, so I send a little prayer to myself: please, Niccolò, do not fuck everything up as usual by reading too much into this. Let's try to get to know him better. Let’s see if he’s really into you - maybe he’s just curious about the new guy, maybe it’s the first time an older boy talks to him... who knows? - and if there’s something we can work on.

Work on... and then what? There’s still Maddalena. Haven’t forgot about her, have you? No, I haven’t. Now, let’s not get ahear of ourselves. Nobody is daydreaming about making out with this lovely boy - you still do not know what’s his name: how hard can it be to ask, Colino? - on the school terrace. In the bathrooms. On the table, in the radio booth. Nobody is doing that. Nope. No day dreaming going on. At all. Zero. Zilch. Me and him are more than happy to share nothing more than longing looks and a cigarette, today. To forget about the world, for a minute.

And then, of course, the spell is broken. I’m not one to dislike people on principle alone, usually... but she just rubs me the wrong way. Perhaps it’s how comfortable she is with my fellow deserter, how she addresses him as though they have been friends for years... Do you know each other? Are you together? It’s really none of my business. I can tolerate her just because she gives me the opportunity to introduce myself, even if he has yet to do it. But, hey, you could get a clue and fucking understand when people are subtly telling you to get lost, couldn’t you, Emma? You don’t. Well, what could I expect from someone named Covitti, really? 16th October 2018 - 11:55 a.m. Do you wanna smoke? Yeah, why not. Let’s choose a random rendez-vous point to meet our newest ‘friend’ - one of the few you kinda like, in this shitty school - like... the balcony that overlooks IVB. Maybe you’ll get to see Marti. Marti would be Martino Rametta, from what you read on attendance records at the radio club... But you’re free to call him however you like in your head, so yeah, he’s ‘Marti’. Be cool, Niccolò. Walk like you own the place, like you know that you’re the finest guy everyone has ever laid their eyes on. Believe it, and maybe Marti will believe it too when he sees you. He might not, but just in case he might... Well, well... Look who’s there. And guess who has just totally been uncool and hit their teeth with that fucking cigarette, too distracted by a stream of ‘Ain’t I the man of your dreams, Martino? Look at me, come on, look look look LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!’ playing in their heads, to actually realize what they were doing? It could have been worse, I could have put it up my nose. And I made him smile! I’D CALL THAT A WIN, WOULDN’T YOU? I love to make him smile. Maybe I can ask to come over, someday - tomorrow? the day after tomorrow? it needs to be sooner rather than later, doesn’t it?  - and make him smile even more? Maddalena! Stop acting as if she’s not in the picture, Niccolò! Why don’t you worry about making her smile, instead? She’d lose that ‘woe is me’ attitude she got lately, which is understandable given what you put her through in the last 3 years...  and okay, why don’t you ask her out on Friday? You can go to the movies, have a double date with Matteo and Elisa - you don’t want to go out with her alone, and that should tell you something... shouldn’t it? Yeah... you know what it tells you? It’s: blah blah blah, fuck it all, as the Bard would say - and try to be the boyfriend she deserve, can’t you? Okay, now let's go back to Martino. Who’s been distracted by Sana, and that’s too bad. He’s gonna regret it as soon as he’ll turn to the window again and he won’t find anyone there anymore, for sure.

19th October 2018 -  2:22 p.m. Martino? What are you doing here? I am 100% sure I have never seen you take this bus to go home. And you aren’t following me. I would have noticed if you did. What is he watching on that smartphone? Has he got any texts from Covitti? How can that be more interesting than me?

Minding my own business is overrated, and I’m sick and tired of it. Since you weren’t raised in a barn, Niccolò, you know what you’ve got to do now. Greet him, trying not to get distracted by his eyes or his lips - a difficult but not impossible task - and lean over just enough to get a glimpse of his screen. Or be cheeky enough to blatantly look at it.  Sana. Who isn’t giving him the answer he hoped for, it seems. Maybe I can help?  And you’re giving me the perfect excuse to ask you to come over, aren’t you ,Marti? Of course I’m gonna advantage of it. When will I get another chance to find out what music you listen to, what books you read, to worship the sight of you chilling on my couch and think about how much I would like kneel at your feet and... No. Let's keep those fantasies for us, Nico. Don’t scare him off by going too fast. Let's enjoy this Friday afternoon together. Focus on your heart, so full and yet so light. Beating so heart that you it feels like it could burst out your chest any minute, now. I have never felt this way before, for anyone. Maddalena? Who’s that? 19th October 2018 - 7:30 p.m. Maddalena. Maddalena, yeah. I do remember her. Not that clearly, though. I want to tell Martino about her, but I don’t know how. It’s not like I can say 'Oh, I nearly forgot but there’s this girl I’ve been dating for the past three years. It’s nothing serious, really. Tell me you want me and I’ll dump her ass straight away, I swear.’ out of blue, when I am not even sure he does want me. I mean, I can tell that we’re flirting but am leading him on? Does he actually want this flirting to lead somewhere or we are just teasing each other for the sake of it? If I get up and kiss him, after I got rid of the taste of this shitty pasta  - which I’m still proud of having cooked, because Marti seemed really amazed by my creativity in the kitchen!  - by drinking some beer, can I be 100% sure that Martino won’t get up and leave?  No. So why talk to him about Maddalena? There is no point in doing that. I'll find the right moment to...

Oh. Great. Seems like Maddalena herself found the right moment to show up and be introduced to Marti. Of course. You do rememember you are the one who asked her out, don’t you? No, you don’t because you were too busy trying to get the brightest smiles out of Martino and to feel good about making him feel so relaxed and cheerful. And I know it's a dick move to make out with her like that, right in front of front of his eyes. Without even telling him that I had a girlfriend in the first place... but you know what? 

It’s good that he sees that I’m a shitty person, let’s not have him think otherwise. And let’s see what he’s gonna do next. If he’s gonna walk away for good, or if he’s still gonna be willing to give us a chance. Let’s wait and see. **************************** A/N:  I know it’s quite confusing but I noticed that I never address myself as “I” when I have monologues, I shift between “you” (singular) or “we”, and sometimes I throw in some thought using the “I” as well... So I wanted to Niccolò to do the same ;D They’re not linear and a they are a bit hard to follow, sometimes, I know... they are thoughts, internal monologues as the title says, not really a narration.

[spideyy-girl]

Nineteen Years Later ~ Harry Potter Preference

Request: nah just popped in my head

Summary: My idea of what it would be like nineteen years after the war with your favourite male Harry Potter characters (Harry, Draco, Neville, and Ron).

Fandom: Harry Potter (Preferences & Headcanons)

Warnings: nope don’t think so, fluff? 

Word Count: 2324 (6.6 pages)

Date: July 23, 2018

A/N: these ideas just sorta came to mind and I thought they were cute so I wanted to share them. Part 2 of Neville’s story coming soon! Ask me if you want to be added to my taglist, and tell me if you want to be tagged for a certain character, fandom, or just everything. Also accepting requests!

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Harry Potter:

Kings Cross station was absolutely packed on September 1st, 2017. You strolled along the busy platforms with your husband Harry Potter and your three children, James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna, trying to get to platform 9 ¾. It was Albus’ first year and James’ third year at Hogwarts. The two boys pusher along their trolleys with them as the youngest girl clung to her mother’s hand, complaining about how she wanted to join her older brother’s.

“Don’t worry Lily,” you said, looking down at your sulking daughter. “You’ll be going soon. I promise.”

“Two years!” She replied with a sniff. “Mum, I want to go now!”

You chuckled at her as you leaned down to gently place a kiss on the top of her head.

“I won’t be in Slytherin! I won’t!” Albus yelled at his older brother. You rolled your eyes. Those two were just always at each other’s throats!

“James quit it, or so help me,” you sent a glare at your oldest. He shrugged, a smirk playing at his lips.

“I only said he might-” he started, but cut himself off when he looked into your eyes and immediately stared back in front of him.

Harry came up from behind and placed a hand on Albus’ back giving him a reassuring smile. As they arrived between platforms 9 and 10, James threw a cocky look at his younger brother from over his shoulder before he broke out into a run and, in the blink of an eye, disappeared through the barrier. Harry grabbed the handle of his trolley before muttering something and taking off through the wall, which you and Lily followed soon after. Once the thick smoke had cleared up from the other side, a giant scarlet steam engine was visible, bearing a small sign on the front saying “Hogwarts Express”. The surrounding space was just as crowded as the muggle station, if not more.

The Potter family dodged through crying children and parents as they made they’re way over to Ron and Hermione Weasley with their two kids Rose, who is the same age as Albus, and Hugo, who is the same age as Lily.

The kids ran to each other for hugs and to talk about their matching excitement to go to Hogwarts. Hermione laughed fondly at them.

“You act like you haven’t seen each other in ages!” She said. “We had dinner together just last week!”

As soon as she said that the train whistle blew loudly, signalling for the students to board now. You gave James a sloppy kiss on the cheek which he quickly wiped off his cheek with an embarrassed filled voice telling you to stop doing that. You smiled and slightly pushed him playfully. You then turned to Albus and gave him a great bear hug he returned just as tight. You placed a kiss on his mess of jet black hair. He turned over to Harry before he departed.

“Dad, what if I am put in Slytherin?” He asked nervously as he looked up into his dad’s matching green eyes. He sighed and crouched down so he was eye level with his son.

“Albus Severus,” he started looking intently at the boy in front of him. “You were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin, and he was the bravest man I’ve ever known.”

“But just say-”

“Then Slytherin house would’ve gained an excellent student.“ He cut Albus off again. "But if it really matters to you, the Sorting Hat will take your choice into account, it did for me anyways.”

“Really?” He asked with a slight smile. He smiled back.

“Yes. Now, get on the train before you miss it. Trust me when I say you don’t want that to happen.” He replied guiding him up to the steps on the train. He got on and sat down in a compartment with Rose, James, Teddy Lupin, and Victoire Weasley.

The whistle blew one last time as the doors closed and the train started to move. You huddled into Harry’s side, him wrapping an arm around your waist, as you waved them off until the engine rounded the corner. You went to get Lily as she went to chase the train down the platform to say her last goodbyes to her brothers.

“Oh, I can’t wait ‘till that’s me on that train.” She said hopefully. Harry laughed.

“It’ll go by sooner than you expect.” He remarked as he grabbed her hand with his free one, the other still being wrapped around you. He planted a kiss on your temple before waving goodbye to the Weasley clan and heading back home.

Draco Malfoy:

“Scorp! Time to go!” You yelled for your only son. “You too, Draco! Hurry up, we can’t be late!”

“I’m here!” Scorpious said as he carried a heavy trunk in one hand and a large bird cage containing a majestic barn owl in the other. You quickly ran over to the stairs to help carry his load down. “Dad says he’ll be down soon. I’m so excited! I’m finally going to Hogwarts! Can you believe it?!” He said fast while jumping up and down pulling on a sleeve of the dress you’re wearing. You laughed, slicking back a strand of his silver-blonde hair, looking exactly like his father at his age, but obviously less obnoxious.

“Barely, darling. We’re going to miss you so much! It’s going to be too quiet around here.” You said laughing still, him joining you.

“Alright, who’s ready to go to Hogwarts?” Draco said as he walked down the grand staircase, fixing the cuff on his suit and smiling at Scorpious.

“ME!” He screamed as he ran over to the fireplace, his trunk wheeling behind him. The older man laughed genuinely before walking over to you and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“We’ve done well, I do believe.” He muttered against your lips before kissing you again.

“Yeah” you sighed. “Hit the jackpot."He smiled and agreed before leading you to the fireplace where Scorp already has a hand full of floo powder and was running over to the fireplace, a big grin on his face.

"PLATFORM 9 ¾” He yelled loud and clear before dropping the powder and the green flames swallowed him up and took him to his destination. You and Draco did the same and walked out onto the crowded platform. You were a bit early so you didn’t have to do any rushed goodbyes.

“Don’t forget to be nice. You don’t want to end up being known as the school prat like your father. And stay safe, will you? Try not to get into to much trouble. We’ll write every week.” You told him as you kissed his forehead and wrapped his jacket around him. You stepped back to look at his appearance and smiled widely before crushing him into another hug. “Oh Merlin, I’m missing you already.”

“I’ll be fine, mom!” He reassured, laughing a bit. He turned over to his dad and gave him a hug to. “But I’m gonna miss you guys too.” The whistle blew and he climbed onto the scarlet train and into an empty compartment. He waved to his parents till they were out of sight.

“He’s gonna be okay?” you said as you smiled and waved back at your baby boy. Draco smiled down.

“Yeah..” He said before kissing you deeply.

“PDA! PDA!” Someone from across the platform yelled causing the two of you to quickly pull apart. You looked for the source as you found the Golden trio back together and you couldn't help but smile.

“Shut it, Weasel,” he yelled back, but you could tell he was holding back a smile. He then looked at you. “I wasn’t really the school prat, was I?” He asked innocently as if he didn’t know. You shook you’re head, putting your palm up to your forehead.

“Oh my,”

Neville Longbottom:

You woke up early on the crisp morning of the first of September in 2017, not naturally of course. Rather a light shaking and a small voice calling your name woke you from your beauty sleep.

“Y/N, darling, time to wake up.” Your boyfriend Neville called. You groaned and turned over.

“Why are we waking up so early again?” You mumbled sleepily. Neville smiled fondly at you before kissing your cheek.

“Because it’s September the first.” He said cheekily. You groaned again.

“Already? Didn’t summer vacation start, like, a week ago?” You complained. He sighed and laid down next to you, pulling you into his bare chest.

“Sure does seem like it, eh?” He joked, earning a smile from you. “But seriously, we have to get up, or we’re gonna miss the train.”

You and Nev are professor’s at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he works in Herbology and you in Transfiguration (or whatever your favourite subject is at Hogwarts). You actually meet during the job. Sure you went to school together for all those years but neither one of you worked up the courage to talk to the other. So the teaching gave you an excuse to have to talk to each other. And one thing led to another…

You walked down the stairs of the small flat you two owned together and started on breakfast while Neville took a shower. As you just put out your scrambled eggs and toast he popped out from the hall bathroom with nice dress robes already on.

“You look very handsome, you giggled as he walked into the kitchen and pecked your lips before both sitting down at the small dining table and ate your breakfast, occasionally talking about the year to come. After that, you also got dressed into some nicer clothes than pyjamas and the two of you headed to work, deciding to walk since you lived quite close to the station. You ran through the barrier together and quickly stored away your stuff before heading into the teacher's compartment, but not before quickly waving to their old school friends Harry and Ginny Potter, and Ron and Hermione Weasley.

“Albus is starting his first year? Already?” You questioned in surprise. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Yeah, and so is Rose! James is going into his third year too.” He replied.

“Wow.” You mumbled. “They grow up so fast.” He nodded his head in agreement. After a moment you looked at him. “Speaking of which. Hey Neville.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, showing that he was listening. “What’s up?”

“I’m pregnant.” You said calmly. You heard him whip his head around to look at you.

“Wait... WHAT?!”

(A/N: PART TWO for this lil imagine check it out if you want!)

Ron Weasley:

“Ron,” you warned your husband as he tried to back into one of the small parking at Kings Cross Station. Your two kids, Rose and Hugo Weasley, were sitting in the back seat looking slightly terrified as to what will happen next. They’re not used to travelling the muggle way.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he said, sounding confident. “I can do this. I did pass the drivers test.”

“I still think you Confunded the examiner,” you mumbled, but still loud enough for him to hear. He scoffed and then continued his task.

After five minutes and lots of scrapes on the neighbouring cars (nothing a little repairing spell can’t fix), he finally parked the car. The kids got out, looking a bit pale in the face, and Rose got her trunk from the boot. They walked down the station, as busy as always, and through the barrier between platform’s 9 and 10. You helped push your daughter’s trolley down Platform 9 ¾ were the scarlet coloured steam engine waited, thick amounts of vapour pouring from the front. Once you found a suitable spot near the end of the train you started to pack away her trunk on the train and started to bid your goodbyes.

“You’ve got everything, Rosie? Bag, jumper…” You asked as you placed her carry on over her shoulder and zipped up her sweater a bit more.

“Yeah,” she said as she smiled back sadly at you. You sighed as you pulled her into your chest with a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Oh, I’m gonna miss you.” You said to her once you pulled away from her.

“Here they come,” Ron whispered to you. You looked over your shoulder to see Ron’s sister Ginny and her husband Harry coming down with their own kids. I smiled and waved at them, which they kindly returned. Their middle son Albus, who is the same age as Rose, both boarded the train together.

“Why is everyone staring?” Hugo asked, looking around at parents and children alike gaping at the group of you.

“It’s me. I’m extremely famous.” Ron joked as he ruffled his son’s head of fiery red hair, which he immediately smacked off. The train gave one last loud whistle before lurching off. Once the train rounded the corner and you said goodbye to the Potter clan you began to walk back to the parking lot.

“Hey mum,” Hugo called before you could reach the car. “Please say you’ll be driving us home, or else I’m fine with walking home.”

You laughed. “Hugo we live almost 2 miles away. You can’t walk all that way.”

“I know. But I feel as if dad’s driving will be the end of us all.” He said with a cheeky smile. I laughed harder as I pulled him closer to me while Ron looked unamused.

“I’m not that bad.” He complained and pouted like a child. You and your youngest gave him a look that told him he knew he was lying. “Ok, well I’m learning.”

“And until you do learn, let’s just say that I drive from now on,” you joked. He rolled his eyes but agreed along with Hugo and you all shared a laugh.