#I put a jumper on yesterday

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

James: hey lads-

Sirius: don’t you dare say it

Regulus: what can’t he say?

James: it’s a bit fucking cold

Sirius: it’s ten degrees you wanker!

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[monogramsalarm]

my little guy came out of molting yesterday and had the zoomies about it :3

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

meme dump sorry if you haven't noticed but yes it's almost all ishaan no i' not insane i'm just posting more of discord memes here now, yes there will be more, and no i won't apologize for spontaneous uploads bc this site wiped 8 paragraphs when i tried to click the EDIT BUTTON. more when i FEEL LIKE TOUCHING THE SITE WITHOUT FEAR OF THE WIPE.

[daemonbrain]

"One of me is cute but two though!"

2.4k, cw: breeding kink, smut, kinda baby trapping (?), not proofread

a/n: based off Juno by Sabrina Carpenter hehe happy reading :)

Simon Riley who would go to the ends of the earth for his bird. You wanted to watch your favorite movie for the millionth time with him? Done. You were craving take out from that special spot across town in the middle of the night? He’s placing your order and grabbing his keys to go pick it up after a quick goodbye kiss. You wanted him to kill a little red-haired prick who got too close to you -grazed your arm- yesterday at 17:37 while in a crowded line when he went to the loo, with his bare hands? Fan-tastic. (He may be projecting a little)

But he was worried. He might not be the most perceptive man, but he wasn’t so thick headed he couldn’t see the signs.

The way you made googly eyes at every baby you passed by. Fuck sakes he had never seen so. many. babies. 

Little things everywhere nowadays, though it might just be he’s now paying enough attention to notice. It definitely helped the unintentional search that your grip on his arm tightened every time you saw one. Your soft coos as you turned to him to say for a third time in a row that the babe was the “cutest thing you had ever seen”.

He loved you like he loved his gun after it got him out of a tough spot (he loved you more, but he's pretty poor at putting an example on it), but there was one thing he was wholly unsure he could give you. Being a father has never been something he was sure of, his own making his childhood a living hell assuring him that it wasn’t in his genes or anywhere in his future. He came to terms with that years ago and shoved the idea out of his mind entirely. 

As you both sat down at a coffee shop while taking a break from your park walk, you just happened to get seated right next to another woman, a stroller in your direct view.

Fuckin’ great.

Biting your lip you take a peek at the chubbiest little thing in a deep sleep. Catching the gaze of the mother you smile. “She’s adorable” you chirped. 

As the mother responded with a smile of her own, Simon felt a foot gently nudging his leg as gave him the prettiest eyes. Did you even try to hide it anymore? No, you really didn’t. Eyes filled with thinly veiled intentions, eyes that said “Look how cute! Jump across this table and give me one now,” 

“Isn’t she cute Si?!”

He sighed and replied in his usual grumble, “course, ‘er little jumper is nice.” Tactics. Swiftly move out from the topic and do not let the missus see the little bows… on the jumper… he just pointed- for fucks sake you saw it.

After quite some time giggling with the mother over photos, because of course that had to be the natural progression of things, Simon observed in his characteristic shadow-like demeanor before the little one began to fuss in her sleep. The mother excused herself and the babe to nurse and it’s then you finally turn back to your silent companion with your usual beaming.

“ ‘avin fun there, yeah?” He laughed which came out more as a snort as you mockingly kicked him under the table.

“I am as a matter of fact!”

Pulling his hands into the air in surrender he looks you head on. “Okay, I get it.”

“The baby was just so- ugh! Did you see how chubby she was? Her little hair.. Gosh!” Stay on task. Do not get distracted by the target's beautiful smile or laugh. Someone had to be the voice of rationale after all.

“Like I said ‘er jumper was nice.”

When the pout came to your lips, he considered it a success (you were hot either way) and chalked the whole thing as a minor bump in the road. Whatever this baby fever was would pass.

Nonetheless, he should’ve known his bird better than that. She wasn’t a quitter, that’s for damn sure. As you cooked up dinner in that cute apron and served it plated up so nicely it dawned on him just how… domestic this all was.

It was nice, he concluded. Calm.

You remained pensive and quiet for the most part during dinner, clearly desperate to say what you had been on your mind for weeks. He could see the way your mind's gears turned, wanting to blurt it out. Like an animal going feral at the bars of its cage. Except your the animal and your cage is the inherent trust you will not go awol and chuck your birth control pills into the trash while he’s not watching.

“Simon…” 

Here it comes.

Simon grunted out his response while chewing on his food, looking up to meet your cautious gaze. Leaning across the table you gently lay your hand on his which held his fork, pushing it down.

“I’ve been thinking… a lot lately.” There you went with that look again. “Have you… ever thought of kids before? I- I know we’ve had this talk before… but-”

“C’mere.”

He outstretched his big arms and patted his lap. With quick acceptance you hurried over and let him pull you on top of him, one hand on the back of his chair and the other on your ass for support. The deep kneading of it was also for support of course. 

“You know how I feel about them. ‘Is jus not somethin I think about.” He didn’t dare look away from your eyes. If he was about to take that gleam out of your eyes he at least owed it to you to watch.

You grabbed his face with a light touch and caressed the stubble which had begun to grow with a look beginning to resemble a spot of desperation. Pressing yourself further into his body, you couldn’t help your protests.

“Si.. I just- I want one so bad.” You began to slide your hand down the side of his neck, pressing forward to gently place a kiss. Leaning your forehead in the junction between his shoulder and neck you continued before he could respond.

“Don’t you? A little baby with us all the time.”

Someone had to be the voice of reason and Simon was going to have to put his foot down on this.

“You’re not thinkin straigh’. It would be cute-” He was cut off in shock as he felt the slight rock of your hips as you cowered into his shoulder.

“Just imagine it! One of me is cute enough, but two!” The pace began to speed up as you blatantly started grinding against him. He let out a little huff. Voice of reason. Though his reason was nowhere to be found when he put his hand that was idly on the chair to your backside to encourage the movement.

You knew what came next, you had to sweeten the pot. You knew you were being mean, but you just had to! You were practically given no choice!

“Don’t you want that Si! Don’t you wanna make something together?” You all but pleaded. He looked straight past your head with a crumbling steely demeanor. Fuck.

You already began to tug at his shirt and with a final glare, Simon couldn’t help but look at his pretty bird. His pretty bird on top of the prize she coveted, heat passing between their bodies. Just one time. One time and then they could talk about this properly. 

Simon gathered you up in his arms and stood while pressing an eager kiss to your lips. It was a soft and long thing as he brought you both to the bedroom you shared. He threw you down on the bed and stripped himself as you excitedly did the same.

Smiling up at him as if you won. You did not win. This was not a win, right? You were on your birth control either way, he would pull out as needed. What harm is there in fucking his own girl.

Pushing you on to your back he parted your legs to look what lay between them. There was the prize he was most proud of. Puffy cunt at the mercy of the cool air being pushed out by the vents. You were already beginning to shine.

“You were just waiting for it weren’t you? Knew I couldn’t leave you hanging, yeah?”

With a giggle you spread your thighs further and wiggled your hips teasingly. Simon dropped to his knees and pulled your body to the edge of the bed. Throwing each of your legs on either of his shoulders he spit into your cunt, taking two thick fingers and rubbing it in, catching on to your hole lightly as he played with the slick. He could see the way your stomach tightened as he circled your clit and he winded you up further when he firmly flicked it.

“Si” you whined.

“Wha’ is it?” He grinned as he lowered his head to press a kiss down. Devolving from a kiss, he grabbed onto one of your thighs with a strong grip and began to sloppily lick while you let out your breathy little moans, sensitive to the absolute tank holding you still as he ate straight from the source.

He licked and it just kept going. Dragging his tongue around your cunt, up to your puffy clit. He harshly sucked as he latched on to it drawing a cry from your vulnerable form. Tugging at his hair, he only looks up with his eyes, refusing to pull away his mouth. 

Shaking your head with wide eyes you couldn’t help but push your fluffy little agenda.

“Si please. Please. Please, I need it! I’d never ask for anything else-” you moaned in surprise once again as he added a finger into your hole. Willing himself to pull away from you, Simon continued to fuck his finger into you as he spoke up, spittle and slick coating his mouth. He had to switch gears, use logic (and cum) to deter you.

“We’d never have time. All this?-” He added another finger into your clenching pussy “Gone. We’d be cleaning spit up instead.”

“We’d have a baby!” You exclaimed insistently.

You were practically off the edge, usually by now Simon had you fucked into your own little world. This incessant begging for a little one of your own is keeping you sharper than usual. He’d fix that.

“Please Simon” You pulled him up, the strain of his cock to be inside you encouraging him to follow your movements. He looked at you pretty tits, pretty like everything else on you. Taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling hard.

“These’d get all full.”

Fuck that backtracked his own point. His mind fighting back the onslaught of thoughts at the sight of your tits growing round and heavy because of something he could do. Would your body get all soft- NO.

Lining himself up and looking at that pleading expression, the only time he’d ever seen you so wanting of something you were willing to roll around with nothing else on your mind.

“Just one Si, just one with your eyes your nose your hair-” Your breath went short as he pushed himself in, giving shallow thrusts to feed into your aching cunt. Recomposing yourself you gripped on to his bicep, “Just do it, lock me down tonight.”

Simon couldn’t help the way he subconsciously began pushing your thighs up to give himself a deeper angle, your ankles dangling weightlessly above your head, knees to your chest. The groans which sounded through the room as his hips hammered into you in a desperate chase. 

The two of you could do nothing but stare into each other's eyes, losing yourselves in each other while your cunt squeezes him like a vice. Determined to keep him there, body obstinately stuck on one thing.

 Someone had to be the voice of reason. Someone had to object to a little one with his eyes and your personality. Someone had to be rational and not think about painting the nursery while you waddled about. Someone had to remain level-headed and not imagine the way your eyes would light up with unfettered joy.

You tossed your head back and he couldn’t help but grip your face in his hand, tugging it right back to him.

“With me bird, with me. Look at me.”

Someone had to be rational.

Nodding your head shakily you keep your eyes on the massive man pounding away at you, feeling the way your stomach bulges trying to accommodate all of him, your cunt coaxing him further into the sticky trap.

Your body begging for one thing, you looked like you needed it. Tongue lolling out of your mouth as you were fucked stupid, sweat collecting on your brow. You looked perfect. Your whining swallowed by his own mouth when he presses another kiss to your swollen lips, body enduring in hopes the fat cock ruthlessly disturbing its peace would grant it the big load it craved.

Someone had to be rational?

Maybe it was the way you sucked him in, the way he couldn’t stop thrusting into you, but it’s as if your body sent some message to the receptors in his mind. All that flashed before him images of happy and full and with his baby.

As if you could sense his thoughts, your own peak quickly overcame you white hot. The way you spasmed around him with a loud cry of pure ecstasy.

“Give it to me!” You somehow managed. His mind went blank as drunk off the pleasure as you were, the only thing he could do was thrust, unable to comprehend anything else.

 A shame Simon couldn’t be rational when it came to his bird.

With the final slam of his hips, his release went into the deepest depths of you. His grip on your hips burning from how tight it was as he kept himself flush against you.

It took a few moments to come down from the high. Simon looked at your sweaty face, hazy from lack of energy. Maybe you did win this one, but he really didn't get all this effort (not that he was complaining) if you were still on birth control.

Birth control... which he hasn't had to remind you to take for quite some time...

Out of pure curiosity at his realization, he gently pushed the two of you further up the bed while keeping you plugged up. Opening the first drawer he manages to grab the box which contained your birth control pills. Upon further inspection, he notices it remains unopened and untouched. Shaking his head with a gruff laugh he peers down at you as you shiver from the rumble.

“Dirty girl”

You just smiled.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Lily's Touch

Poly!Marauders + Lily x Reader who's experiencing her first heat...

Summary: The reader is experiencing her first heat, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't get her nest right.

WC: 1.4k

CW: Omegaverse, grammar and spelling, not proof read, references of intense emotions and the reader is self conscious.

Remus knew it was coming- everyone did.

Seven years of Hogwarts, two years of living with your mates, and not once had you experienced a heat.

It didn’t bother him, not really. It didn’t bother any of them, but they all knew how much it bothered you. The way your shoulders tensed when Lily went into heat, how you’d quietly dote on her with sweet affections, offering soothing touches and cups of tea. But when it came to yourself, you withdrew, closing in on yourself like you didn’t deserve the same attention. You never said it outright, but they could see it- the way you felt left behind, as though your body had somehow failed you. It broke his heart.

They’d tried to comfort you in countless ways. Late-night reassurances, Remus’s soft words murmured over cocoa, James’s hand squeezing yours with that protective and reassuring energy, Sirius teasing you relentlessly until you couldn’t help but laugh, and Lily’s endless supply of comfort. They’d spent nights making sure you knew that even if you never went into heat, even if your body never did what you expected, it wouldn’t change how much they loved you. You were theirs, no matter what. But words only went so far.

Yesterday, everything changed.Remus was the first to notice.

It started small; little things, like the way you trailed after them through the house, never straying too far from anyone’s side. You clung to Sirius’s shirt that morning as he made breakfast, your fingers twisting in the fabric absentmindedly. Sirius had given you a curious look but said nothing, choosing instead to ruffle your hair and tease you lightly about being clingy. Normally, you’d respond with a sassy remark or a playful shove, but this time, you simply leaned into his touch with a quiet hum.

James noticed next. You curled up beside him on the couch, tucking yourself under his arm like you belonged there, and he didn’t question it. He simply wrapped an arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple while Lily smiled knowingly from across the room.

By midday, it was undeniable. You were restless, unsettled in a way none of them had seen before. Your instincts were bubbling just beneath the surface, tugging at you in directions you didn’t fully understand. And by evening, it all came to a head.

The last sign was when Remus got up to move. You’d been half-curled in Sirius’s lap, Remus’s fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along your ankle. But the moment he shifted to stand, you stared at him, wide-eyed and panicked, as if the simple act of him moving away was too much to bear.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Remus cooed softly, pausing in place. He hadn’t meant to upset you, but the way your eyes began to water sent a sharp pang through his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, your voice small and shaky. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Remus whispered gently, stepping closer again. “Come here.” He opened his arms, and you immediately clung to him, pressing your face into his jumper with a sniffle of a cry.

That night, Remus took you to bed with him, and the simple act of being close seemed to calm you. But it was only the beginning.

The next day, it became clear to everyone- this was it. You were going into heat for the first time.

No one said a word, not wanting to put pressure on you. The human body was strange, and any small thing could ruin this. They wanted you to experience it at your own pace, to live through it without the weight of expectations. But by afternoon, as everyone gathered in the living room, it became impossible to ignore.

You’d gotten it into your head that you needed to build a nest. It started with a pile of blankets and pillows in the corner of the room, but no matter how much you arranged and rearranged them, it didn’t feel right. You’d build it up, only to tear it apart moments later, frustration growing with every failed attempt.

Remus had seen it coming- how you were spiraling between uncertainty and instinct, your body and mind at odds with something new and overwhelming. It made his chest ache, watching you struggle to build your nest, tearing it apart moments later as frustration clouded your features. He wanted to reach out, to tell you again that it didn’t matter if it was perfect. That you didn’t need to prove anything to them. You were enough. You always had been.

But he knew better. You needed to figure it out in your own way. Still, he stayed close, crouched beside you, ready to help if you asked.

Lily’s voice was calm and soothing, her fingers brushing through your hair as she murmured reassurances. “It’s okay, love. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“But it feels wrong.” Your voice trembled, hands twisting in the fabric of a blanket as though it might somehow yield the answer you were looking for. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“It’s strange the first time,” Lily said gently, her hand never pausing in its soothing strokes. “You’re doing great, I promise.”

You didn’t seem convinced. Remus could see the doubt weighing on you, the way your shoulders tensed under Lily’s touch. It wasn’t frustration anymore; it was fear. Fear of doing it wrong. Fear of not being enough.

“You’re trying too hard,” he said softly, leaning in a little closer. “It’s okay to ask for help.”

“I don’t want to mess it up,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I just… I want to impress you. I want it to be good. I want to do it right for once.”

The words hit him harder than he expected. You didn’t need to impress them. You didn’t need to be anything other than who you already were. He reached out, gently taking your trembling hands in his own, giving them a soft squeeze. “You don’t have to impress us,” he said quietly. “We already think you’re incredible.”

James knelt beside you, hazel eyes warm with quiet affection. “We’re proud of you,” he whispered. “No matter what.”

Sirius plopped down on your other side, grinning as he draped an arm around your shoulders. “Come on then, what is it?”

You blinked at him, confused. “What’s what?”

Sirius shrugged, voice teasing but kind. “What’s that pretty head saying? What’s it want you to do?”

For a moment, you hesitated. Remus could see the conflict in your eyes, the way you bit your lip nervously. But then, something shifted. You let out a shaky breath, slowly rising to your feet. They all watched in silence as you paused, glancing around the room like you were searching for something. Your fingers twitched at your sides, your breathing uneven.

And then, as though pulled by an unseen thread, you turned and made your way toward the shared room. You hesitated at the door, casting a glance back at them, eyes uncertain, before stepping inside.

Remus followed quietly, stopping in the doorway as you approached Lily’s nest. He didn’t say anything, didn’t want to disturb whatever instinct was guiding you now. He only watched as you reached out, running your fingers over the soft blankets and pillows that made up Lily’s carefully crafted space.

You knelt down slowly, curling into the nest with a soft, content sigh, as though it was the only place you’d ever wanted to be. Lily covered her mouth with her hand, eyes glistening with unshed tears as she took in the sight of you nestled in her space. There was something unspoken between the two of you, something so deeply emotional that it made Remus’s throat tighten.

Of course. Of course, this was where you’d end up.

Was it really all that shocking? You had always been Lily’s girl. Always gravitated toward her warmth, her comfort. It made sense in a way that felt almost poetic, that your first heat would lead you to her nest, to the place where you felt safest.

Remus smiled softly to himself, heart aching with affection as he watched Lily crawl in beside you, wrapping her arms around you protectively. You sighed again, melting into her hold, and Remus knew- no matter how long it had taken, no matter how difficult it had been for you to get here- you were finally where you belonged.

[angrythingstarlight]

Picturing Bunica + Tataie scolding Bucky + Malyshka whenever they see Bee doesn’t have mittens or socks

Even a mafia boss has to answer to his grandparents.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee

A/N: Part of the Bumblebee Series.

Bucky is a six foot five Pakhan, he towers over nearly everyone. A natural fighter and an expert marksman. He runs his empire with an iron fist. He can't remember the last time his knuckles weren't bruised. People fear him. Respect him. He only repeats himself once.

Not many things in this world scare him.

Even fewer people intimidate him.

In fact, he can't think of anyone who makes him think twice about anything.

Except Bunica. The diminutive matriarch is the exception. Everyone knows not to cross her.

Or to do anything that put her little great-granddaughter's well-being or comfort at risk.

And she's currently strolling down her front steps to greet Bumblebee. The same Bumblebee who tore off her socks somewhere between the airport and the drive to her house.

"Shit. Where did they go?" Bucky grouses, sweeping his hand under her car seat.

"I should have an extra pair in here," you mutter distractedly, rummaging through the diaper bag. "Where are they? I know I put—," you drop the teething ring and groan.

Bucky peers out the tinted window, Bunica is standing on the last step, hands on her hips, her flour-dusted apron fluttering around her. Undoubtedly wondering why no one's coming out of the car. "You find them?"

"Bucky." The plaintive tilt to your voice snags his attention. His blue eyes meets yours, his smile slowly falters. "I used the back up pair yesterday."

She waited until you were crossing the street to rip them off and set them free on Fifth Avenue.

You both glance over to see Bee smiling, her bare foot in her hand. Her teddy bear jumper and light pink sweater is one of her cutest outfits and it would be even cuter if she still had the matching socks on.

It's not going to matter to Bunica that your feisty, stubborn baby refuses to leave them on. Or that you've gone through an entire stash in less than a month trying to keep her covered and warm.

That's the moment you decide to buy the now infamous bear one-piece outfits.

The interior of the Maserati fills with a heavy silence. He drops his head, blowing a harsh breath through his lips. "She's going to kill us."

"Yep."

"Maybe we could—"

"She's not going let us leave with Bee."

"Okay. Let's—"

"The luggage is already inside."

"What if we—"

"You really think you can stop her?"

Bucky slumps in the seat next to Bumblebee and takes her chubby leg out of her grasp, shaking it gently in the air. "Why would you do this to us? We talked about this."

His stern glare melts away when she babbles, patting his hand.

A sharp knock rattles the window. Without a word, Bucky unbuckles her car seat while you reach over and hit the unlock button. You slide over the warm leather seat and, without an ounce of shame, hide behind Bucky.

The door swings open and a rush of cool air followed by the smell of sweet cinnamon and apple wafts in.

"Where is my little Bumblebee?" Bunica bends down, her soft hazel eyes coast over you, stopping on Bee's bare feet. Her gaze narrows, sharpening the longer she stares. Bucky tries to speak but she halts his explanation with a raised finger. "I will deal with you two later."

Bucky sighs, already envisioning the lecture he's about to endure.

"Oh my poor baby. Look at you. Do they want you to catch cold hmm?" Bee is out her seat and bundled up in her arms. Bunica shuts the door with her hip and marches back to the house. "They want you to freeze? Did they even feed you?"

The adorable traitor grins, responding with a string of nonsensical chatter. You and Bucky get out of the car, his tattooed fingers intertwined with yours as you follow her up the stairs. "She's going to lock us out isn't she?"

"Most likely. Don't worry, I have a spare key." He can also break in if he wanted but he keeps that tidbit to himself.

Bunica abruptly stops, one foot over the threshold. More of that decadent cinnamon scent drifts out the front doorway, you can hear faint music from the kitchen.

She's been preparing for your arrival all week. You have no idea how happy she is to have the three of you back in her home.

That doesn't mean she'll let you get away with letting her poor Bumblebee freeze.

Her brow arches and she lifts her chin, looking down at her beloved grandson. Her stance is reminiscent of her earlier days when she helped her husband run the bravta. "I'm not going to do that James. I am going to inform Tataie about this incident."

The former pakhan is worse than she is when it comes to the baby. This is not good.

"Maybe we could—"

Bucky presses a kiss to the crown of your head. "We'd never make it past the gate."

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the vampire royals and their doll Part 4

Series masterlist

(Kind of a mood board for the fanfic)

Ateez Seonghwa X Hongjoong X Reader

Genre: vampire Matz x human reader, future poly relationship strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, mild smut, mature language

Words: 2.2k

Your relationship with the boys starts to grow closer

You couldn't sleep properly last night. You kept thinking about the two men, and Hongjoong's proposal of a date. Maybe he thought of it as a friendly date?

You sighed for the hundredth time since 7 o'clock. The thought of going to work wasn't as fun as you wished it'd be. The jitters were too much to deal with right now.

That's when you thought about the cramped bus you had to take to get to your shop. A half an hour drive with people eating onion bagels next to you was not pleasant.

With a sigh you grabbed your bag, heading out of your apartment. You almost missed him when you opened the door to your building.

Oh, who were you kidding? You wouldn't be able to miss that kind of man, ever.

"Good morning princess."

"Hongjoong? What are you doing here?"

The handsome man chuckled. His eyes raked over your form, and you cursed yourself for not putting on a better outfit than your jeans and jumper.

"Don't tell me you forgot?"

He took a few steps closer to you.

"I told you yesterday, didn't I? You're not taking that damn bus anymore. Not when you have me."

"Hongjoong that's ridiculous! You can't drive me to work every morning."

He took you by the hand and walked you over to the passenger door.

"Oh yes I can. If I don't, Seonghwa will. We agreed."

"Don't I have a say in this?"

Hongjoong clasped your seatbelt again, caging you in your seat with his arms. His face was too close, and you could see every little detail on his face.

There wasn't a blemish in sight, and it almost seemed like he had an unusual glow.

"No, unfortunately not. But don't worry, we can compromise on other things."

Before you could make any sort of remark, he swiftly pulled away and closed your door.

"Oh my..." You were worried about having a potential heart attack when you were around him. You weren't sure if that was good, but what do you know?

"How did you sleep princess?"

You shook your head to get out of your daze, glancing at him as he started the car again.

"Um... Good. Yeah, good. You?"

He smirked, almost as if you said something amusing.

"Oh I slept just fine. Could help but dream about you a bit."

"That's... Interesting. What was it about?"

"That I can't tell. I have to keep it to myself, and my husband."

You gasped. "Not fair! I'm the only one left in the dark."

The laugh he let out seemed genuine, and it was smooth like honey.

"Sorry about that sweetie. But I promise I'll tell you about anything else you want to know. How about that?"

You pretend to think about it, turning slightly in your seat towards him.

"Hmm... Let's see..." You looked out the window. Maybe you could get to know more about him and Seonghwa?

"How did you and your husband meet?"

Hongjoong laughed out loud this time. He glanced at you again before shaking his head.

"Was that too personal?"

"No, princess, not at all. I should've expected you to be curious about us."

You could see that you were close to your shop now, and you'd be pretty bummed if you were left without an answer.

"Me and Seonghwa... We go way back. The two of us started off as friends, but it was obvious there were deeper feelings involved." His gaze softened, and his voice was almost a whisper now.

"My father was against our relationship from the start, so we kind of ran away together. One night we ran into some... Trouble. After that, our bond was stronger than ever. I think of him as my soulmate."

Your poor heart. You could tell there was more to the story, and his details were pretty vague, but there was so much love in his eyes it was suffocating.

"That's actually lovely. Not the part where you had to run away... But you made it after all. You two are a great couple."

He pulled up in front of your store before turning his body towards you.

"Thank you. It means a lot. We always felt we've found everything we want in each other..." There seemed to be something else he wanted to say, but before you could question him his phone rang.

"Sorry, just a moment." He smiled while looking at the contract name.

"Hello love. Yes, she's with me. I'm sorry you can't see how beautiful she looks this morning."

You turned away to hide your rosy cheeks.

"Yeah? I'll tell her that. Oh... You sure? Okay, I'll ask her. Love you too, see you soon."

After he hung up, he looked at you and smirked.

"So, my husband seems to be a bit jealous. He wants to know if you'd like him to pick you up tonight?" His hand went to caress your cheek, and you were again surprised with how gentle he was.

"Well... As I've said, you don't have to do that, but you'll just keep insisting. If he wants to do that, he can." Hongjoong slightly pinched your cheek, coming even closer. You could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

"That... He'll like to hear that."

"Hongjoong."

He sighed. "Yes princess?"

"I have to go now."

It almost seemed like he snapped out of a trance, clearing his throat. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning away from you.

"Yes, I know. I really don't want you to, but oh well... We'll see each other soon."

He wasn't looking at you anymore, and that bothered you. Did you do something wrong? His eyes fluttered open after a moment, and he only glanced in your direction.

"Okay... I'll be off now. See you." You kind of waved before opening the door and sliding out. You could feel his eyes watching you as you moved to open the store up, and the car started as you stepped inside.

He did that yesterday as well, making sure you are safely inside before going his own way. The last few moments between you were a bit strange, but you suppose that's how he is.

You couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of seeing Seonghwa tonight. He was the calmer of the two, that was obvious enough, but you loved how up front he was. You glance at yourself in one of the vintage mirrors hanging from the wall.

You definitely have to spice up your wardrobe to fit the two men.

What on earth were you on about? It was like a snap went off in your head. Who were you to worry about fitting in with them? They only wanted to be friends, right? They were weird, maybe a bit old fashioned, but they were in love with each other. You should feel thankful that they want to spend time with you.

With a sigh, you went to your register to clock in, trying to forget about your ridiculous thoughts.

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.

Hongjoong barely managed to keep himself composed. He had to look away, because he knew his eyes were starting to change colour. Being as old as he was, he managed to take control over the shift over the years, but Y/N's presence made it difficult.

Her scent, her voice, her eyes, the soft skin he caressed... It all made his brain go into haywire.

He opened the door to their mansion, and he took two steps inside before his husband appeared in front of him.

"How is she? How was it? Is she still shy around you?"

"Well, hello to you too."

Seonghwa grabbed him by his shoulders and chuckled.

"Sorry love, you know how I get."

Hongjoong pecked him on the lips before taking him over to their living room. They sat on the couch in a familiar position, his arms wrapped around Seonghwa as the taller man leaned his back onto him.

"She is fine, maybe a bit tired, but all in all, well. She asked about us."

Seonghwa started stroking Hongjoong's arms.

"Did she? So she's getting curious? That's a good thing."

"She is. I think she liked our story, even though I didn't go into details. But..."

"What? What's wrong?"

Hongjoong sighed, hugging his husband close to him. The rings on their fingers started glistening.

"I couldn't control myself. I had to look away from her, she would have seen my eyes otherwise. I haven't had this much trouble in a long time Hwa."

"I see..."

The older man was lost in thought as he continued to stroke Hongjoong's palm. Was this woman really that powerful? His husband has always been the one more in control with their dark side, only letting it show when they went hunting. You could never tell there was something up with him, aside from the unnaturally cold body temperature.

"Does that mean I have to prepare before I go get her tonight?"

Hongjoong kissed the side of his head, and he felt him nodd.

"I think that would be best. I love you, but you know how you get if you become overly emotional."

"Don't worry about it. I still have a couple of blood bags in the basement. Human blood will keep me satisfied longer." He turned around and pushed Hongjoong onto his back, caging him in with his arms.

"Besides... I know another way to keep myself satiated."

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"Okay, okay. Sangie, I've never gone bowling! Why can't we just go for a cup of coffee?"

Yeosang sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Because Wooyoung wants to set it all up himself. If he wants to go bowling, I won't say no."

You groaned. "Fine. But if I embarrass myself, you better not laugh!"

Hu chuckled, clearing his throat after. "Oh don't worry, Wooyoung will do all the laughing."

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Saturday night is the big night. Yeosang is thrilled about you meeting his boyfriend, but the prospect of bowling makes you nervous. You were a clumsy person by nature, and you always went for activities that didn't require you being overly engaged.

Yeosang was lucky you loved him so much.

You glanced at the old clock and noticed it was almost closing time. There was no Seonghwa in sight, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. Maybe something came up, or maybe he changed his mind. You weren't anyone important in their lives, so you just had to suck it up, even though you could feel the disappointment.

Suddenly, the little bell chimed, and you saw the man occupying your thoughts standing at the entrance.

"Sorry I'm late doll, the traffic was terrible. Next time I'll take that into consideration and leave earlier."

You were a bit lost for words because he was there in all his glory. The suit jacket he wore tonight was more casual than the previous ones, but his shirt was embellished with gold threads.

"Oh, no worries. You really don't have to do this, so I'm not complaining."

He shook his head, coming up to you.

"Nonsense. There is no need for a pretty lady like you to roam the streets at this hour. You don't know what's out there." The smirk he gave you was similar to Hongjoong's, and a shiver went down your spine.

"Let me just close the register, then we can go. I don't want to keep you away from home longer than necessary."

He placed his hands on the counter, leaning closer to you.

"I wouldn't mind one bit, but go on."

It was a miracle how fast and easy you closed up your shop. Maybe the nervousness added to your urgency.

Seonghwa held the door open for you like a gentleman, waited for the door to lock shut, then grabbed your hand. His touch was light, and he held your hand like you were a porcelain doll waiting to break.

"I can't stop admiring how well the bracelet fits you. Hongjoong loves it as well. Come on now, off we go."

You blushed lightly, letting him lead you towards his car. For some reason you didn't think they would have more than one expensive vehicle, but the Porsche in front of you told you otherwise.

Your starstruck expression wasn't missed by Seonghwa, and he chuckled as he led you to the passenger's side.

Like Hongjoong, he buckled you up, and his face was inches apart from yours.

Your breath got caught in your throat while his eyes roamed around your face.

"You're gorgeous, doll. I see why Hongjoong told me to help you settle in."

"Thank you... You're... I've never seen someone so pretty."

It seemed like time stopped for a second, and Seonghwa barely managed to control himself. It was too early to make advances, but he was pleased to have an impact on you.

Without saying another word, he moved away and closed the door. It gave you a second to calm yourself. Where did that comment come from?

"So doll... What do you say we take a little detour tonight? I promise to take you straight home afterwards."

You turned towards him, a bit confused.

"Where do you want to go?"

He smirked, turning the car on.

"You'll see. I have a feeling you'll love it."

With that, he started driving to god knows where, but for some reason you trusted him completely.

Maybe you were naive, but with him by your side, you couldn't care less.

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◟𖥻 the smell of snow : remus lupin

▰▰ pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader.

When she suddenly gets a familiar smell while sleeping, she wakes Remus to enjoy the first day of snow.

totally inspired by lorelai and luke from gilmore girls, this scene especifically.

mari talks! i want to make a lorelai!reader x remus series so bad help me.

She has become used to falling asleep on Remus' bed, the only moment of the day where her energy starts lacking is when the moon hangs high in the sky and her boyfriend's arms wrap around her. In contrast to her usually cheerful way to be, she's peaceful and quiet when she's sleeping.

Ninety nine percent of the time, anyways, because that one percent is about to make its first appearance of the year.

At first, she only takes a deep breath as she rolls around in the mattress. But then, realization hits her— the air smells different. Her eyes immediately open and she starts sniffing, wanting to be sure before she turns to Remus.

He's peacefully sleeping too, at least until she rolls on top of him and starts shaking his arm. "Rem." she calls him, at least somewhat softly through her sudden desperation. "Come on, wake up."

He grunts and tries to roll from under her, still deep in his slumber. "Rem, we're missing it." she tries again, this time shaking his shoulder with a little more strength

"Sleep? yes, i'm aware." he mumbles, his voice rough and tired.

He makes a big mistake by replying to her, because she only grows even more relentless, now she stands up and pulls her boyfriend's arm. Remus might be stronger than her usually, but right now she's on a mission.

One last tug, and he's almost falling out of the bed, his eyes finally opening because he's accepted his girlfriend is not going to stop until she gets whatever she wants right now. Accepting his fate, he finally stands from the bed, once again almost falling since the sheets were all tangled in his legs.

He barely manages to put on his shoes before she's dragging him out of the room, as they pass his fellow marauders, he's a little envious of the way they're still peacefully sleeping.

"Where are we going?" he mumbles, slurring his words, his feet stumbling over the stairs.

Her lack of answer would be concerning for Remus if he wasn't half-asleep and busy mumbling grumpily under his breath. Yet, he still follows her or more like allows her to drag him out of the gryffindor tower.

Thankfully, it's far too late for any professor to be patrolling around the halls so they walk through the castle without any problem except for the angry paintings complaining about being awaken. Remus can understand them completely.

"Almost there." she tells him, finally speaking as she runs out of the castle, pulling him with her into the quidditch field.

Remus must still be sleeping, or he's simply confused, because she suddenly stops and looks around in wonder but he can't see anything different about the quidditch field. He even blinks and rubs his eyes, but there’s nothing.

"I'm freezing" he says, wrapping his free arm around his body, how is she not feeling cold? she didn’t even took the time to put on a jumper. "why are we out here?"

"Smell the air." she tells him suddenly, taking a deep breath herself and smiling brightly.

Remus blinks at her, confused, but he still sniffs skeptically. "smells like... air?"

"No, silly!" She laughs, as if Remus just told her a really good joke. "Smells like snow is coming."

Yes, his girlfriend has gone mad. He expected he would have a long time before he had to get her admitted into St. Mungo's. Was it the ball Sirius threw at her head yesterday? Godric, Remus had told them both it wasn't safe to be playing like that, and did they listen to him? of course not.

"What? You can't possibly know that" he tells her, already making up his mind to go and wake Sirius up so he would see the damage he has done. "Forecast said there would not be snow this winter."

"I smell snow." she tells him again, looking up at the sky as if she's actually expecting snow to start falling. And then, the rambling starts. "I love snow, we can make a snow-man or even better a snow-woman! with painted lips and a cute scarf. I love snowy days in with a cup of hot cocoa, and I love winter outfits! oh, we can go sledding and ice skating!"

As grumpy as Remus is, she always finds a way to ease into him. Of course she does. "That sounds great, sweetheart." he replies, not daring to tell her that he hates snow. "But there’s no snow coming, in the Daily Prophet they said—"

Remus' sentence is cut short when snow actually starts falling, flakes falling from the sky slowly covering the quidditch field. "Fuck the Daily Prophet anyways." he says.

it's not like she's paying him any attention, because she's already smiling and giggling as the snow fall all around them. "Welcome, friends." She mumbles, tilting her head back so the snowflakes fall into her face.

Remus is freezing, like already trembling, but she doesn’t look bothered by the cold at all. And she looks beautiful, that one Remus has to admit. She looks so happy, her smile almost glowing under the dark of the night as she spins around the quidditch field.

"Let's make snow angels!" And that's what pulls Remus out of his trance, before she can drop to the ground, he takes her hand and pulls her in.

He raises his eyebrow at her. "Absolutely not. You're in your pyjamas, time to go inside." He tells her, matter of factly, his serious gaze not even wavering when she gives him a puppy eye look in return— yes, she's cute, but Remus cares more about her safety right now.

"You're no fun, Rem." She pouts at him when she knows he won't budge, but just like the way she brought him here, she allows him to pull her inside the castle.

Now she has started shivering, and Remus notices as he pulls her close to his side, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to keep her warm, which is not very useful considering he's also cold.

He presses a kiss against her temple as they walk through the hallways, once again bothering the paintings around them. "We have a full snow day tomorrow, when we're properly dressed up for the cold, deal?"

She nods, and with the way the smile goes back to her face, Remus thinks that maybe he doesn’t hate the snow that much after all.

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Secret Smokes (Part 10)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 2960

A/N: A lovely human asked me today if this fic is over and I thought damn I got to update quick before I lose all my readers. Hope 2024 is treating you all well, here's to the first post of the year!

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You opened your eyes scanning the room you're in, first you saw the curtains shut. Clothes neatly pilled on the side, a messy stack of books and parchment. Then you turned around and saw the back of Remus's head as he slept peacefully. Thoughts of guilt, lust and memories flooded your head. You began to think whether he regrets last night, was it just a drunk mistake, what do you say to him when he wakes up. You felt him move and turn towards you, on his face a gentle smile. "Morning dear, how'd you sleep?" He asked and kissed your forehead.

"Really well, you?" He scooped you closer with his arms to his chest.

"Let's ignore the conversation we have to have now and just savour this moment." He whispered while cuddling close to you.

"I like that idea." You replied breathing in his smell. Your heart felt full and you felt so comfortable like this was the place you were waiting to be your whole life, and he didn't seem to regret it but rather welcome it.

"Now dear would you like some coffee? Breakfast?" He asked softly not letting you go.

"What a gentleman." You joked in return.

"I try my best." He said with a wink before kissing the top of your head and standing up, he put on a T-shirt and his trousers from last night. "I'll start making the coffee, rest as long as you want."

You lay there in naked confusion and bliss, you were happy but you were confused. You had no idea how you will face him in class after waking up in his bed. You got out of bed putting on yesterdays clothes and grabbing one of Remus's sweaters for warmth before making your way down to the kitchen. The room smelt of coffee, Remus looked younger for a moment with messy hair and wearing no socks on the cold floor as he made coffee. He turned around with a smile. "Good morning, nice jumper." He said with a wink. He winked a lot you noted, maybe he was just as nervous as you right now. "Do you like it with milk or black?" He asked.

"Splash of milk please, no sugar." You confirmed and he followed your instructions and handed it to you. "Perfect thank you."

"Care to join me on the roof for a smoke and coffee? Then we can think of breakfast plans." He said walking towards the stair case and you followed. You sat down side by side on two chairs, it was cold but you didn't mind. "You know this has always been my guilty pleasure, coffee and a cig the morning after, I thought it made me cool." He admitted looking out onto London.

"It makes you look cold, I'm not sure if cool is the right word." You said and he laughed lightly to response, shaking his head.

"It used to calm my nerves because I wasn't sure what to do with a girl in the morning after, how guys are meant to act, so I figured out to start my mornings with a smoke and conversation, not that this is a common occurrence."

"What you don't sleep with your students often?" you joked to ease your discomfort about this whole situation.

"I don't sleep with anyone often, especially students."

"Why?"

"Because they're my students and I have somewhat of a professional-" You interrupted him by saying "No I mean why don't you sleep with people often."

"Y/N you know what I am."

"So?"

"So, being around me, close to me is not only dangerous but also a burden to a persons life. Therefore I've found it's better to focus on solitude and not burden anyone else who I may possibly care for. Y/N I am not a man I am-" You once again cut in to stop Remus Lupin from his usual self-loathing pit. "I'm hungry."

He quickly checked his watch "We could go to a bakery about 5 minutes away they should be open, we can grab some pastries if you'd like."

"What time is it?" You asked in fear.

"Half past nine, why do you need to be somewhere?" He asked with a slight painful tang behind his voice.

"The Weasleys, I was meant to be staying there. I need to go before they all wake up." You said leaving your coffee and heading down to Remus's bedroom, Remus followed you down.

"I'm sure you'll be okay, just tell them you fell asleep on the sofa." He tried to calm you as you put on your jacket and gathered your belongings.

"No, I'll never hear the end of this. Molly will kill me." You said in panic.

"Y/N you're an adult they'll understand, just stay finish your coffee, I can write to Molly that you are here." He said placing a hand on your shoulder to calm you.

"I'm sorry Remus I don't want to run like this but I have to, I don't want to try and explain why I'm here in the morning. Happy new year." You simply said to him as his face dropped into a frown.

"Happy New Year." He said quietly and you apparated to the Weasleys house. You didn't know that you left Remus with a feeling of enormous guilt, he felt like he used the opportunity of you drunk to sleep with you and now you regretted it. He was reminded of your age by the way you rushed home, you may be eighteen but you still sometimes behaved like someone's daughter and that made Remus feel uneasy about perusing you, especially when you have to rush home the morning after. Rush home to a friend of his. The guilt ate him alive as he cleaned the coffee that you didn't finished and put out your half-smoked cigarette. In that moment he made a decision, he messed up, he got close to you and kissed you because he couldn't control himself and based on how you ran out the house you obviously regretted everything.

You on the other hand felt guilty for leaving, Remus treated you nicer than anyone else you've ever slept with, he made you coffee, he cared, it filled your heart with warmth, you knew you'll have to apologise for how you left. You slowly walked through the house up to the spare room you were staying in when you bumped into Percy who was going to the bathroom. He gave you a quick look up and down in a judgmental way and didn't even say hi, then as you passed the twins' room they opened the door with big grins. "Nice jumper." They both said at once. You looked down and saw you left in Remus's jumper.

"Shit." You took it off in that very moment in panic. "Don't tell anyone." You warned them.

"Our lips are sealed." They said in unison. "Although we will high five him next time we see him." Fred shrugged.

"Don't you dare Weasley." You warned.

"So how was sleeping with our dear professor?" George asked.

"Was it everything you dreamed of?" Fred added.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Was it at least good?" Fred pushed.

"The best I've ever had. And he made me coffee in the morning and hugged me and kissed me." You felt like you were melting just thinking about it.

"The best?" Fred repeated.

"Who knew prof would be so good." George added.

"Let's not talk about it, I actually have to sit in his class after this." You felt a bit sick at the idea, that was the end of that conversation. You quickly went to take a shower and change. After that you wrote a letter to Remus apologising about leaving so soon and thanking him for the coffee. He didn't reply. You sent him another three letters over the next few days making sure he's okay however he didn't reply. So you got the message, and he did regret it, he was just being nice to you in the morning because he was a good person. You were nervous to go back to Hogwarts but you decided you won't let New Years stop you. You came back a week before term, and you thought it may be good to bump into Remus before term starts to talk. You went to the bridge but he didn't, you knocked on his office but no one answered, you even tried to find him using the map but it was like he was always waking away from you.

You finally saw him on the first day of term, he was sitting eating breakfast in the great hall with all the teachers. You received and owl and it was from him but he didn't look up at you at all.  The letter read:

"Welcome back to the new term miss L/N.

As previously agreed our tutoring continues to prepare you for you exams.

- Professor R.J.Lupin"

You looked up at him but he didn't look at you.

In his lesson that day you sat nervously in your seat, you were sitting next to Sebastian as you and Percy weren't on talking terms after New Years. "Are you okay?" Sebastian whispered watching you move around in your seat nervously waiting for Lupin to arrive to the classroom.

"Just nervous about exams." You explained to him, he put a hand on your leg to steady it. "It's okay you'll do great, I've got some calming fraught if you want it though." He said and you nodded. He slipped  you the potion and you drank it, you didn't realise that around the time Sebastian put his hand on your leg Remus was walking in the classroom and watching the whole interaction. "Better?" Sebastian asked and you nodded in response. "Thank you." You said and he gave you a smile before moving his hand from your leg as you had stopped shaking from stress. Remus cleared his throat as he stood at the front of the classroom. "Welcome back I hope you've all had a good new year," Remus said, looking at you intensely during the last three words. You instantly felt hot however because of the position you didn't feel worried instead slightly turned on as you looked back at him, after a moment of eye contact he ripped his eyes away.

"Now I'm sure you're all nervous, but I will get you as prepared for your exams as possible all I ask is for you to listen and pay attention and that way I can help you." He continued, his eyes kept catching yours as if he couldn't look away and you were now enjoying the attention as all stress had left your body. However the closer to the end of the lesson it got the more the potion started to wear off and you could no longer look Lupin in the eye, he noticed the change in you and was very confused, he simply couldn't read you, he knew you took a potion however he wasn't sure what you took, he suspected it was calming draught but he had to ask you in your tutoring session if you show up. You considered skipping it but you knew you had to speak to Remus sooner or later and you didn't want to fail your exams because of him.

You lightly knocked on his office door filled with a bit of anxiety, he was sitting marking papers when you came in and he smiled gently at you but you could see he was on edge just like you. "Good afternoon Miss L/N. I hope you had a good Christmas." He greeted you and it filled you with anger that he was just pretending nothing happened.

"Can we talk?" You asked quietly sitting down on a chair near the front.

"Is it about your studies?"

"Obviously not." You snarked and he sighed pulling up a chair opposite you.

"We shouldn't, it's my responsibility to prepare you for your exams and" he began before you interrupted with a simple. "Remus." He loosened his tie and sighed.

"I'm really sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry for what I did, I should've been the responsible adult, I'm your teacher for fuck sake." He began and he looked visibly upset.

"Do you regret it?" You asked gently.

"Obviously, I shouldn't have put you in that situation. I pushed myself onto you, I knew my feelings for you I shouldn't have spoken to you at all if I was drinking."

"But I wanted to kiss you."

"Y/N I'm your teacher." He said as a matter of fact.

"So I don't care do you? Answer honestly."

"No." He shook his head and swallowed hard.

"Would you want to kiss me again?" He did say anything he just looked at your lips. "Answer honestly Remus." You added and he shook his head.

"Then do it." His eyes didn't leave your lips for a moment and then he made eye contact with you and he simply said "I can't."

"Why?" You asked him pleading.

"Because I am falling incredibly hard for you, and all I'm going to do is hurt you. Because I am your teacher. Because I can't offer you anything much more than a tea and a great music taste and an awful lot of knowledge on books."

"I don't care, you made me feel special, you make me feel loved."  You continued to beg.

"Don't lie to me I saw how you ran out the house." He said with a angry and annoyed tone.

"I wrote to you three time to apologies, and you ignored every single letter." You said feeling like you're about to cry.

"You did?" His complexion changed suddenly.

"Yes. But I got the message that you rather ignore all this happened."

"Y/N, I wanted to make you coffee, take care of you and then talk to you like an adult about what this means for our lives here, but you ran out and the only letter I received was this from Percy." He said pulling out a letter that was crumbled up in his pocket, the address was Hogwarts, of course, all your letters went to the cottage but he didn't go there he came straight to the castle it all clicked.

"Why did Percy write to you?" You asked softly and he just handed you the letter to read.

"Dear professor Lupin,

As head boy I urge to remind you that you are our professor within and outside school grounds. And I believe you don't need to be reminded of school rules, especially for a man with your condition losing this job may be disastrous.

Happy new year, P. Weasley Head boy of Gryffindor"

"That prick." You said quietly and looked up at Remus. "I promise I didn't tell him anything."

"How would he know?" Remus asked he looked like you betrayed him.

"Your jumper," you began and Remus have you a puzzled look. "I came home in it the morning after and Percy saw me, he gave me a look of hate, we haven't talked since." You answered honestly. "Remus I'm sorry about this, can you ignore it and can we have this conversation based on our own opinions." You said and Remus sighed.

"No matter what I am your teacher and we've crossed a line."

"How do you expect me to focus in your lessons after what you've done to me professor?"

"Fuck you calling me professor like it doesn't turn you on." He said looking away and taking a deep shaky breath. "Can I kiss you one last time dear?" He asked and you nodded. And he leaned over the desk to kiss you slowly, the kiss was desperate and slow, as if he was savouring the moment, he put a hand on your cheek and tucked your hair behind your ear just like he did that first morning.

"Don't make it the last." You said as soon as he pulled away.

"Dear, as soon as you realise I'm just a broke man who's been cursed since childhood the sooner you'll realise you don't want me, so many men will be able to offer you the world, I won't."

"I hate you, I hate that you won't even give yourself a chance to be happy." You said feeling like you're about to cry.

"Y/N I'm trying to protect you." He pleaded.

"Or maybe you're just trying to protect yourself from feeling any good emotion in your life?" You said standing up. "Maybe you don't realise you're hurting me by not even trying, by leading me on."

"I'm sorry Y/N, I truly don't know what I'm doing, I wish I was, let's leave this conversation for another day let's start working on revision."

"Remus how am I meant to sit here and listen to you teach me while all I can think about is wether you like me just for sex, wether it's because you get turned on by fucking your student, wether you're just lonely and I'm convenient or wether an ounce of you actually cares about me."

"Y/N, if you want to have this conversation with me you need to act your age not frantically shout your thoughts at me like a school girl." He said harshly his mood becoming a lot more authoritarian.

"I am a school girl! I hate you Remus Lupin, I hate how you treat me, I hate you for making me feel like I mattered for you to just change your mind when it's convenient. I hate Percy for that letter. But I really hate you." You said pushing the tears away from your eyes.

"I'm not surprised, I hate me too." He said looking down at the desk and then he went silent.

"No Remus. I didn't mean-" You began realising your emotions got the better of you, truly you were scared about how much you liked him, how dependent you were becoming on him, how life wasn't the same without him.

"You've said enough. Goodbye." Remus said turning around and walking upstairs to his office without a single turn back to face you. And that was the last time you saw Remus Lupin that week, the next lesson you had with Lupin was taken over by Snape, and even your tutoring was now with McGonagall. Lupin returned on Friday evening, you saw him in the great hall during dinner, that's when you received and owl from him which was rare during dinner...

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HOLD ME ANYWAY: CHAPTER 2

paige x azzi

Hey guys, I will post all the chapters from ao3 that I have written so far today on here, so be ready. I'm planning on creating a masterlist too. Let me know what y'all think :)

crossposted ao3 here

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wc: 1038

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The next morning, Paige stumbled into the gym rubbing sleep from her eyes, clutching a half-finished coffee like it was the last lifeline on earth. Saturday practices were always brutal, but today felt worse. Maybe because she’d stayed up replaying that stupid late-night shootaround in her head instead of sleeping like a normal person.

Across the court, Nika and KK were already stretching, shooting her matching evil grins.

“You look rough, Bueckers,” KK called.

Nika snickered. “Dreaming about someone?”

Paige flipped them both off lazily and dropped her coffee on the bench. “I was dreaming about dunking on you,” she said. “And yes, it was glorious.”

Nika opened her mouth to fire back, but Coach blew the whistle sharp and fast, calling everyone into warmups.

Paige jogged into the circle, and immediately spotted her.

Azzi stood across the court, sleeves shoved up her forearms, hair tucked back neatly. No smiles. No laughter. But somehow, she didn’t seem quite as closed off as yesterday.

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was everything.

“Pair off!” Coach barked. “Get moving!”

The team scrambled to find partners. Paige hesitated for half a beat too long, and somehow, she and Azzi ended up facing each other.

Coincidence? Fate? Dumb luck? Paige wasn’t sure. She just knew her heart kicked a little too hard in her chest.

Azzi lifted her brows like well? Paige tossed her a ball with a grin.

“You dreaming about beating me all night?” she said, half-joking, half-praying she didn’t sound like an idiot.

Azzi caught the ball smoothly, spun it once in her hand, and replied without missing a beat, “Didn’t have to dream.”

The smirk that followed was tiny. Barely there. But it hit Paige like a brick to the solar plexus.

Around them, Nika and KK cracked up, overhearing.

Nika nudged Paige hard in the ribs as they split off into shooting drills. “Oooh, she’s roasting you already!”

Paige flashed a grin back, pretending she was totally fine. Inside, she was absolutely not fine. Not even a little bit.

Practice blurred by in a rush of layup lines, shooting drills, and defensive scrimmages. Azzi wasn’t dominating, she was still rusty, but her flashes of brilliance were unmistakable.

Paige caught herself watching too much. The way Azzi’s jumper barely spun. The quick footwork, sharper now than yesterday. The little crease between Azzi’s brows when she missed a shot, like she was personally offended by her own imperfection.

She had no business noticing those things. None.

Teammate bonding, she told herself. Completely normal. Definitely not dangerous.

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By the time practice ended, Paige’s legs ached and her stomach growled so loud that even KK heard it and cackled.

“Emergency pancakes,” KK declared. “Stat.”

Coach gave them the afternoon off, and the team spilled toward the locker rooms, already arguing about where to eat.

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Paige, Nika, and KK crammed into a booth near the window, elbows bumping as they grabbed at menus.

Across the diner, Azzi sat tucked between Caroline and Ines, Amari perched nearby sipping orange juice.

It should have been easy to focus on her own table. It wasn’t.

Paige found herself glancing over without meaning to, noting how Azzi kept her head down, listening more than talking. Not shy, exactly. More... cautious.

At one point, Ines said something ridiculous about putting ketchup on pancakes, and Caroline made a horrified face. Azzi, soft, barely there, smiled.

It was tiny. Brief. Gone in a second. But Paige caught it, and her chest squeezed so sharply it startled her.

She took a giant gulp of water to hide it.

Nika watched her, eyebrows high. “You’re not slick,” she whispered under her breath, grinning.

Paige kicked her under the table, face burning. “Shut up.”

KK leaned in. “Wait, is Paige Bueckers smitten?” she sing-songed.

“You’re both dead to me,” Paige muttered, hiding behind her menu.

Across the diner, Azzi glanced up once, meeting Paige’s gaze. Brief. Cool. Like it didn’t mean anything.

But Paige felt it everywhere.

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After breakfast, the team broke up, some grabbing rides, others heading toward the parking lots.

Paige found herself walking toward the side lot alone, until she heard soft footsteps falling into rhythm beside hers.

Azzi. Hands in the pockets of her sweatpants. Head down.

For a minute, neither of them spoke. The wind picked up, sharp and cold against their skin.

Paige jammed her hands into her sleeves, then, out of pure instinct, pulled off her hoodie and held it out.

“You’re freezing,” she said, trying to sound casual.

Azzi hesitated, then took it without a word, tugging it over her head in one smooth motion. It hung loose on her frame, sleeves too long, hood slipping forward.

Paige swallowed hard.

Not a big deal, she told herself. Normal. Normal.

“Warning,” she said after a beat. “I’m a terrible walking buddy. I talk way too much.”

Azzi kept walking, deadpan. “Good thing I don’t listen.”

Paige laughed, helpless.

God, she liked her. Way too much.

When they reached the parking lot, Azzi peeled off the hoodie and handed it back. No smile. No thank you. Just a small tilt of her head, almost a nod.

Paige took it, fingers brushing Azzi’s for the briefest second. She watched as Azzi disappeared across the lot, head down against the wind.

And even though she knew better, even though she told herself to stop, her heart tugged after her anyway.

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That night, Paige lay sprawled across her dorm bed, one hand dangling off the side, her phone resting on her stomach.

She wasn’t going to text her. She wasn’t.

Paige stared at the blank message field, chewing her lip.

Teammates. Friends. Normal.

Screw it.

She typed out: You owe me a rematch. I need to protect my honor.

She barely had time to put her phone down before it buzzed.

Azzi: You sure you want to lose twice in one day?

Paige grinned at the ceiling like an idiot.

Nika, from the next room over, yelled, “Whoever you’re giggling about, tell her to come and win my Uno game!”

Paige rolled her eyes. And texted back anyway:

I’ll take my chances.

She set her phone down carefully, like it was something fragile. Something new. And maybe it was.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

fluffinity edition. 14-11-2024

(i wrote this yesterday i swear!)

prompts: cuddle - happy - spell

special thanks to @totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk and @fluffbruary for reminding me to write 😩🙈

i am sitting here in the armchair. my cold feet covered by the body heat of redbeard, our dog. his - sherlock's - head lays on my chest. arms wrung around me. i feel his deep breaths through my jumper, on my skin. even after all this years, it tingles.

the fingers of my left hand are raking through his slowly thinning, grey but oh so luscious curls. my other hand - on his belly. it had grown a bit. he isn't quite as skinny as he used to be. you can barely see it. but i love the feeling of that tum underneath my palm.

the dying embers are shining weakly into the living room. putting everything in a spellbinding light. always loved that. love it now even more it seems. i smile about that thought.

sometimes i still can't comprehend how i got so lucky. how i found this man. how he died for me and then came back for me. how he raised my daughter with me.

rosie - she will be here. only a few weeks until christmas now. we'll be having dinner. she will give both of us terrible christmas sweaters. i'm looking forward to that look on sherlock's face after i convinced him to wear it. absolutely completely miserable but then those odd, gorgeous features breaking a smile.

and i will be as besotted as i have been since the beginning.

i press my lips to his forehead, close my eyes, breathe in his scent.

being old and happy. what a beautiful thing that is.

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The one Hope knitted - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic - December 18: Jumper - Words: 456

“We need to go.”

“Just a moment.”

If Remus hadn’t been so anxious, he would probably have noticed the strange tension in Sirius' voice more. His mother was released from the hospital today and they needed to be there and pick her up.

Sirius finally emerged from the bedroom only to lock himself in the bathroom instead.

”What’s taking so long?” Remus yelled annoyedly.

Sure, they would hardly kick Hope out if they were ten minutes late, but he didn’t want to keep her waiting. He’d done everything he could for her, first with the slowly but surely advancing dementia, then the breast cancer and now the blood clot in her lungs.

Sirius had been a big help through it all. He had driven her to as many appointments as Remus had. He had been his shoulder to cry on for countless nights. He even followed Remus to his childhood home yesterday to discard every bad item in the fringe, restock and put on clean sheets for her to come home to.

They hurried down the stairs and towards the parking lot. Sirius crossed his arms and raised his shoulders in the chilly wind. Remus rolled his eyes and pulled out Sirius’ jumper that he’d made a habit of packing.

Sirius stopped.

Remus looked quizzingly at him.

“T-that’s the one Hope knitted for me.”

“Yes. Do you want to go back after another one?”

“No!”

Sirius grabbed the jumper, pulled it on and started walking again. A sniffling sound made Remus look at him, but he held his head turned the other way.

“Sirius?”

“Hm?” he said in a high pitch with his head still turned away.

“Love?” Remus put a hand on Sirius arm.

“Sorry”, Sirius sniffled and wiped his eyes as he hurried on towards their car, “I’ll get it together.”

“It’s ok,” Remus mumbled a bit caught off guard.

“I should be stronger than this. We’re in a hurry. And it’s your mother”, Sirius sobbed.

Remus caught up to him and forced him to stop by pulling him into a hug.

“I think you have been strong for long enough.”

Sirius squeezed him tightly and pressed his forehead into Remus' shoulder. He gulped and whimpered, with breaths too quick and tears and snot wetting Remus' neck. Remus held him securely, smoothed his hand soothingly over his hair and pressed small kisses to the temple and top of his head.

Sirius cleared his throat and straightened up again. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Remus wiped Sirius' tear-stained cheeks with his fingers. “I should have stopped to ask how you were doing a bit sooner, shouldn’t I?”

“But it’s your mother,” Sirius protested.

“Maybe. But we’re in this together. Now let me drive today, yeah?”

“Please.”

[morellywrong]

Teddy Bear

Warnings: stalking (?), lovesick Ethan, gender neutral reader✨, obsession, unhealthy standards of love, Ghostface!Ethan ofc, really dark themes in this one like low-key non-con but not explicitly described, kidnapping, implied drugging

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It's kind of short I'm sorry I panicked 😭👹

"Hey...how are you doing?" Ethan wraps his arms around you, relishing in the fact you find comfort in him.

Your hands grip at the cotton of his jumper, breathing his in scent you've come to find familiar and safe.

"I'm okay..." You mumble into his chest, sniffling softly.

A body had been found. The body of a boy who'd just asked you on a date the day before.

"I-I just...I don't get it...I saw him yesterday- who would wanna hurt him?" Ethan sighs against your scalp softly, bury his face against the top of your head.

"I don't know...someone with intent, for sure."

You nod, not thinking much of it as you pull back, about to wipe your own tears when one of his hands fly up, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

"C'mon, let's go back to my place....I'll look after you." You agree. Of course you would. Who would blame you? A grieving person is a vulnerable person, no less.

You wake up blearily with unfamiliar clothes on your body, in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room.

When you sit up, your head protests, pounding with ache as you try to clear your spinning vision.

"Y/n...I didn't think you'd be awake yet..."

That voice. Which once held comfort, now holds a sinister, underlying intent.

"Ethan? Where...where am I?" He sits on the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"You're with me, that's all that matters. I kept you safe, remember?" Your brows furrow, shaking your head softly. You don't remember. You don't even remember walking to his dorm.

Although this is definitely not his dorm.

It's a dingy old room. Maybe a basement? Or somewhere in a warehouse. Wherever it is, you're sure it's far away from anything else.

"You said you were scared. That the killer might've targeted you....you're safe here. He can't get you here." He whispers against your ear, before brushing his nose against your skin, almost like he's trying to ingrain the scent of you into his brain. Like an apex predator.

"...it's you." You mumble, staring blankly ahead of you. You don't have the energy to show much more emotion than numbness.

"Hm?"

"It's you. You're Ghostface..." You whisper, taking a shaky breath as you glance at him sluggishly.

He grins, sharp and ruggedly.

The smile was once comforting to you. When it was much more gentle, or seemed that way at least to you.

Now it holds secrets. Horrible, disgusting secrets.

"Look at you, smart little thing....so silly." He kisses your cheek before standing up.

"...are you hungry?" You look up at him, and it dawns upon you.

Images of the previous night briefly flash across your vision. Of him leering over you. Whispering in your ear. Putting words in your mouth as you couldn't speak for yourself. Touching you, claiming you as his own.

He grins down at you, placing his finger under your chin, watching your tired, helpless eyes meet his. It's like he knows you're beginning to remember.

"...welcome home, darling..."

[codnriddlewhore]

A/N: guys idk how to make thos links someone teach me plsssss and i hope u like this, i decided to post 2 shorter parts instead of 1 long one, felt nicer. next part is gonna be set some years later and itll be maaaybe a tad bit happier. dont hesitate to say anything, good or bad, mwah

wc: 965

She left earlier, of course.

The day after, to be precise. It was a slow and quiet morning. She felt at peace and torn apart at the same time. Can you feel that way? Maybe like someone that felt content with the way they lived their life, though now being stuck in a tornado.

Tom´s wife was sitting on the breakfast table with one leg propped up on the chair, wearing one of his jumpers and a teacup in her hand, smiling to herself and only having kissed him good morning and asked if he wanted tea. It angered him. Of course it did, she was always and every day the biggest chatterbox in the morning, excited about the day. He sometimes joked that it annoyed him. He hoped she realized the joke. He lived off her feeding him her presence. And who smiles like that, does he have a stain on his tie? Did she pack him heart shaped-sandwiches? I mean what else could´ve-

“Why aren´t you getting dressed? We`ve got to leave in-“

He checks his watch.

“exactly 13 minutes. I love you, but I know you wouldn´t make it.

She looks up from her tea, smiling again. He could sense it wasn´t the adorable type, it made his stomach turn. Something was wrong.

Well of course something was wrong Riddle, you´re ignoring the fact that you weren´t able to breath after the argument last night and that, you incontrollable child threw up all over the fucking bathroom you-

“Oh Minerva took the 2nd years to Hogsmeade for the morning, got 3 free periods.”

Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. You never lie to me, you´ve never lied to me- What did I do, please, I´m begging you to go back day before yesterday with me I can´t fucking stand this

Of course he knew what he did, though did it deserve such a reaction? From both of them?

She stands up, gets very close to him and musters a real smile, one that made her eyes really small and showed her gums. It took all of her willpower left to do so. For him, It made his before mentioned train of thought stop.

Okay, of course it´s still her. It´s his wife.

She straightens his wobbly tie, there was no need to do so on other mornings. Another look in his eyes, knowing she´s the probably the only person that will see the truth in them. The fear. The other wobbly thing in the room were his legs when she kissed him, deeply, not hungry, but lovingly and meaningfully.

“Be nice. They´ll love you”

“Pfft, absolutely, don´t they always?”, he didn´t want to make a joke in such a moment but I guess he felt human, wanting to lift the atmosphere.

In the years after, they´d both remember this moment countless of times, she grinning like a child that remembered their last cool birthday party and he as in the objectively worst choice of words he ever made.

It was time, she felt it in the air. She'd die otherwise. Her to-do-list was now fairly simple, though the circumstances added some points.

pack Cry Put music on to distract Sob Pack Unpack Sob Look forward to life Pack Leave her faveorite blanket. He secretly thinks it´s fluffy. He gets cold easily. cry Cry happy tears because how fortunate is she to have spent 3 years with such a magnificent person. Pack Write note Cry but just a tad Breathe. Make tea. Put a lid on his cup so it stays hot. Breathe Smile Leave

Tom came home early. Who fucking cares about the pre-OWLs, he knows there´s the quidditch finale tonight and no one will concentrate. 1st day after Christmas break, whose idea was that.

Was she still in the school? He didn´t see her, though he didn´t particularly go look for her, he knows when to back off. She sometimes “regenerated” in her own space.

He got comfortable in his house and went into the ki- Did he forget his tea this morning? Seems unusual.

a note.

No.

In a pace an Olympic fast-walker would be jealous of, he makes his way to the library and sits down in the old, brown leather chair. His eyeballs hurt from his palms pressing into them, a strategy from the orphanage when he was first mocked for crying, it prevented the tears wonderfully. Tom sat like that for a few minutes, his left leg bouncing up and down and increasing in speed.

No.

Abruptly Tom stands up and walks over to the bookshelf with her little detective novels and big encyclopedias on algae and what not. His shaking hand pulls one out, the title doesn´t matter. He stares at it. He smells it. It doesn´t smell like her, at all. Why would it? It´s just a book. Was she real?

From his mouth comes not a growl, not a scream, what is it? He simply knows he hasn´t made that noise in a very long time and it almost accurately described his emotions. Almost. Nothing ever really will, he believes, though he´ll find a word for word description of his thoughts many years later. The book is now in about 14 pieces, torn apart, unreadable. Something wet runs over his hot cheeks. The knee-part of his grey slacks is ruined by the wet grass. He thought he´d suffocate inside.

Dearest Tommy,

I think I said everything I meant last night, though my devotion to you is hard to word.

You are the most precious, wonderful thing that has happened to me.

I want you to accept yourself.

To see yourself as I do.

You´re too much of a gift to existence and love in general to reduce yourself to a cause.

I love you, my Darling.

There were a few more words in between, but the tear stains made them unreadable. He´d get to reading it at some point. Maybe.

[bellodazai]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. - soup makes it all better

you groggily woke up to the doorbell ringing multiple times, and then a few knocks. you had woken up with a running nose which never stopped no matter how many times you blew your nose. only being able to breath through one nostril was a pain. the doorbell is rung again and more knocks as you walk towards the front door.

just as you get to the front door dazai opens it, in his right hand a bobby pin bent clearly used to pick the lock, and in his left hand he had a bag with unknown contents to you. He welcomed himself in with a “good morning sleeping beauty” said towards you with a charming smile as if to say don’t get mad at me for picking your lock.

dazai was wearing a different outfit from his usual work clothes, some blue jeans with a beige jumper thrown over his figure, his hair a mess as usual. he closed the door behind him dumping the bag on the coffee table and before you could protest about him staying away from you to not catch whatever sickness is festering away, he threw his arms around you, bringing your face to his chest.

“my poor poor sweet darling love is sick” he said swinging your body side and side. you never told him you were sick because you just woke up with the sickness. placing your hands on his chest you pull yourself back a bit, his arms still around you but your face away from his chest and looking up at his face, soft brown eyes that you adore looking down at you with a smile.

“number one” you said putting your index finger up in his face. “how did you know i was sick i only felt the symptoms today” you said sniffling badly needing a tissue right now. “ah my love, i can just tell from yesterday” he said tapping his temple with his index finger, as if it was obvious you were sick and that you should have known too. “your breathing was different more shallow than usual, your energy levels were done and your voice sounded a little more high pitched than usual as well as you were physically more exhausted than you normally are after a full nights sleep” he finished with a smile, looking at your confused and at the same time a little shocked reaction at how much he noticed about you and how he saw the changes you didn’t notice.

not responding to his deduction you then put up your second finger, your middle finger. “number two stay away from me i’m sick” you said pushing him with more force this time off you. “but my love” he whined his arms outstretched “i need you in my arms to heal you from your body being attacked from a horrendous disease.” he dramatised.

“you just want to get sick so you can get out of work” you accused pointing your finger at him, but your congested nose made you sound funny dazai couldn’t help but burst out into laughter at your attempt of being ‘threatening’ to him. “stop laughing” you whined which just made him continue his fit of laughter towards you.

“okok” he said catching his breath grabbing the bag he originally put down on the table. “i bought you some chicken soup, best thing for recovery” he said bringing out a container of soup m. “i erm well it was late at night so i tried to make the soup myself.” he said sounding unsure of himself because he had never cooked for you before let alone cook for himself as he didn’t have the best knowledge in cooking according to him.

“you made soup just for me?” you asked heart melting because he went out of his way late at night to buy the ingredients and make the soup himself and he came here early in the morning, when by this time he usually is still fast asleep or just in bed not bothered to get up and out. dazai had also never cooked for you before, now that you think about it you don’t think you’ve ever seeing him cook or step foot in a kitchen.

“yeah my love” he said walking to your kitchen and taking out the container of soup, grabbing a bowl pouring some of the soup in it. “thank you osamu” you said with a loud sneeze at the end. the aroma of the soup filled the apartment as dazai warmed it up, you could already anticipate the taste if it was a good as it smelt. “sit sit sit” dazai said bossily pushing you by your back to sit down at the table, grabbing a cushion from the lounge and placing it behind your back to make you feel more comfortable. the beeping of the microwave was heard from the kitchen and dazai ran off, moments late he appeared next you, steaming bowl of soup in hand as he placed it next you.

“spoon? please?” you asked holding out your hand for him to give you the spoon. he just looked at you shaking his head as if you asked the stupidest question. “how can i let my poor sick darling feed yourself” he said theatrically dipping the spoon in the soup and bending his head slightly to blow on the soup to cool it down slightly.

“here comes the choo choo train” he said bringing the spoon to your mouth. “choo choo” he said giggling slightly. “i’m-“ you tried to say but as soon as you opened your mouth dazai shoved the spoon in your mouth, the taste of the soup was delicious the flavour and reminded you of the soup you used to have all the time in your childhood when you were sick or when it was a cold winter night and there was delicious warm soup to make everything better.

you took the spoon out of your mouth placing it inside the bowl glaring at dazai for a moment. “i’m not a-“ but before you could say anything again dazai shoved another spoonful of soup in your mouth. “shh darling just keep eating the soup” he said patting your head with a smile.

he got another spoon of soup “heeeerreee comes the airplaneeee” he said in a singsong voice moving the spoon around before prodding it against your closed mouth. “cmon love open up” he said tapping the spoon against your lips. “i-“ and once again before you can say anything dazai shoved the spoon in your kith again a victorious smile adoring his face.

you hold the spoon and glare at him. “IM NOT A CHILD” you exasperated. “but you’re my sick baby and i have to feed my poor poor baby when you’re sick” he pouts. you sniffled nose twitching ready to sneeze, dazai swiftly already had a tissue in front of your face dangling it in the air waiting for you to grab the tissue. you grabbed it sneezing into the tissue loudly. "you know me too well osamu" you said blowing your nose. before dazai could spoon feed you again you grabbed the bowl drinking the rest of the soup by slurping it up, a satisfied sigh while you placed the bowl back on the table. The soup was one of the best you had ever tried, and the way that Dazai was looking at you for some sort of recognition in how the soup was made your heart swell.

"you should cook for me more often, this is delicious!" you said happliy to him with a smile. "really?" he asked quietly eyes focused on you. "you liked the soup? really?" he said sounding so unsure of your opinion on the food and wether is was the truth or not. as if he thought that you were just trying to not hurt his feelings because he seems like the type to be chaotic in the kitchen and would not even be able to make a piece of toast without burning down the kitchen or making a mess. "yeah!" you said enthusiastically. "can i have more pleaseee?" you asked hopefully holding out your bowl to him. "yeah let me get you more lovely" he said standing up with the bowl and going to the kitchen.

“time for you to rest now love” dazai said once you finished the delicious soup, making you stand up and bringing you to your bedroom to rest. “can’t have you getting worse” he said quietly while he tucked you into bed. "the soup'll make everything better" you say smiling at him. he always looked at you so endearingly like you were something that was rare to find, and in his mind that was exactly how it was. he had won over the best person he could ever be with and for that he was grateful and would look after you.

“ill look after you just like you look after me” he said quietly closing the bedroom light.

©bellodazai 2024 - dividers by @/benkeibear

i'm a bit sick right now so i thought id make a fic where dazai looks after you when you're sick hehe. I also hope none of you are sick right now and if you are here is dazai to look after you. ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ NOT proofread sorry for any mistakes or if anything doesn't make sense. this was also a LOT longer than i intended it to be so i hope you don't mind :) this took me 3 days to write hahah and im still sick </333

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