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babylooneytoonz · 4 years ago

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Where's My Baby? - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Requested by : Anon

Summary: Reader and Tommy Shelby have a young baby boy and one day, Tommy takes the baby out to the Garrison, only to end up forgetting the baby there and later, the reader is all worried and in tears and Tommy is angry at himself? They end up finding the baby in the end.

Warnings: Tommy being a lousy father | Garrison is still there | John never died | Grace and Charlie never happened |

Thank you to the creators for their lovely GIFs. These aren't mine. ❤️

"We are going to be fine, love. You need to go see your father." Tommy's index finger was tracing circles over the side of your neckline, his warm palm resting on your other shoulder squeezing it for support as he towered over you from your back, your body perched on a chair in the dining room with your eleven months old son, Daniel sleeping soundlessly on your chest.

Being a mother for the first time, you had your apprehensions leaving your baby alone with the household help, although you knew that Tommy was going to take good care of him. At first, you'd thought you would take Daniel with you to London but taking a small baby in a train, bringing him out to the world, was not something you wanted so early. There were all sorts of sicknesses going around outside and you felt that Daniel was the safest in the warmth of the Arrowe House.

"I don't know, Tom, I don't know if I can leave Daniel alone, what if he doesn't want to be fed ? Even the nanny called in sick today. What if he just doesn't stop crying? What if –"

"Love, calm down." Tommy walked up to your front and he knelt down in front of you, placing his palms on either of your knees, looking up into your moist eyes. "Daniel's going to be fine, I promise, I've asked Polly to come over for the day and she will take care of him."

You nodded, the corner of your lips ghosting into a frail yet reluctant smile. You knew he was right, there was no one other than Polly Gray who could take care of Daniel for you, and maybe, even better than you because she was much more experienced than you were. But parting with your baby was like pulling your heart out and handing it to someone else, even if it was for twenty four hours.

Also, there was the fact that you didn't have a choice. Your father, even though you were not on talking terms with him, ever since you had decided you wanted to get married to a Birmingham gangster– he was on his deathbed and he deserved to be given all the love he could from all of his family, at least when he was breathing his last, all past forgotten. You were already dressed and your tiny bag was already packed with a fresh set of clothes because you were only going to go for a day and be back tomorrow, the first train in the morning.

You let out a weak sigh when you saw Mary enter the dining room and clear her throat faintly.

"Mrs Shelby, I have packed your bag for you, is there anything else I can do? I can take the baby if you wish to?"

You shook your head at her, giving her a polite smile and sensing your reluctance, she gave you a brief curtsy and walked out. You finally stood up and carefully, placed your sleeping child in his father's arms, not failing to notice the way he beamed when he was holding his son.

"Tommy, love, make sure to lock the windows of his nursery at night."

"I know, and I will make sure I check his nappies otherwise he might develop a rash." He chuckled playfully, still looking down at the beautiful baby boy you two had created, together.

"Don't tease me." You muttered dryly, almost rolling your eyes at him as you leaned forward and gave your husband a soft kiss. "And please Tommy–" You pulled away, licking your lips, tasting the aftermath of Tommy's lips on you, "– Can you please not come home late tonight? For once, the work can be stalled. I don't want all the work to land on your poor aunt's shoulders. I'm already embarassed as it is. What the fuck must she be thinking? That's not even her child."

"Come on now, stop overthinking things, you know Pol loves the lad like her own."

That she did.

Daniel, ever since he was born, eleven months back, was the light of Polly's life – more so because she had never thought she would see the human side of Tommy Shelby. It awed her that day when she saw tears stream down her nephew's eyes when he heard his cries from the room upstairs for the first time.

"Well, I think I should stop stalling now." You sighed and finally took a step away, forcing yourself to look away. The more you would look at the angel in his arms, the more you will weaken in your resolve.

"I love you both." You whispered as you finally walked down the front steps of the Arrowe House towards the motorcar that was waiting at the doorstep to drop you to the station.

• ───━━━━─ ● ─━━━━─── •

"What do you mean you have to leave? Come on, Pol, you can't fucking do this to me, not today. I have a potential business partner coming in to meet me at the Garrison in two hours."

Tommy shot a helpless Polly a glare of his own, his uncontrollable pacing all over the living room not coming to a halt, his hands fixed to his hips. No, this couldn't be happening to him, he had fuckin' worked hard to get this potential client to meet him for this business meeting.

"Tommy, I'm sorry, Esme needs me. She's in pain, what the fuck do you want me to do?" Polly snapped.

"Ask her to call for a fucking doctor maybe?"

"Fuck off, Thomas Shelby. You should cancel this business meeting that you have and for once, stay home and look after your own spawn." Polly spat out the words, flinching instantly at the harshness of her own words because that is now how she had meant to take out her anger.

"Fine, get out."

Polly shook her head at the stubbornness of his nephew. When was he going to learn?

"Thomas, you have to stop with this attitude. You're a father now –"

"Aren't you getting late now? I thought John's wife needed you." Tommy cut Polly off, his fingers toying with the box of cigarettes as he pulled one out and flicked it to his lips, his fingers now shuffling through his pocket to pull out the matchbox.

"You will never learn."

Shaking her head at her nephew, she grabbed her purse, swinging it over hurriedly over her shoulder, rushing out through the front door. The door slammed shut and the sound of Tommy's match lighting echoed through the air, smoke coiling around him as he stood like a stone statue in the living room, staring into the air, smoking.

It was just a business meeting, he thought to himself, and that too at the Garrison. He could always take Daniel along with him, also, the presence of a baby might even melt the old woman's heart and she might even get distracted enough to agree in doing business with him.

"Mary?" Tommy's voice rang through the halls and the housekeeper dropped the dusting she was doing at the voice of her employer and rushed out.

"Yes, Mr. Shelby?"

"Can you get Daniel ready and make sure he's dressed warm enough? I'm taking the baby out."

"Sure, Mr. Shelby." Mary kept standing there, watching Thomas leave the living room, his heavy footsteps moving away, towards his study. She frowned slightly as she made her way to the baby's nursery. Once Daniel was dressed up in something warm, she filled up his baby bag with a bottle of milk, some cloth nappies and a rattle that the baby loved playing with.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Tommy was leaning by the doorframe, watching Mary as she zipped up the baby bag.

"Mr. Shelby, I'm sorry to ask but do you want me to come with you, to help with the baby since the Missus is not home?"

The idea appealed to Tommy. It would have been a lie to say he didn't require help with the baby. Had Daniel's nanny been here, he would have gladly accepted but he couldn't take Mary with him. For two reasons. One, he needed someone to take care of the house. Two, and the more important reason, he didn't need unwanted ears prying over his business deal. Besides, Daniel was a good baby, all he needed was to be fed once and then he fell asleep. Or, he would just play on with the rattle if he was awake.

"No thank you, Mary. You may go and resume your work."

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If anyone was to see this hilarious sight, any gangster or any of Thomas Shelby's enemy, he would have rolled over the floor, laughing. It wasn't a daily sight that the leader of the Peaky Blinders walked into the Garrison with a stroller, the mindless babbles of a child echoing all through the quiet pub, all eyes on him. If he did feel embarassed, or flustered, he didn't show it.

The minute he entered, he pushed the stroller straight into the private room, the door banging shut. The business deal took over an hour and once done, the door opened once again and a woman with almost greying hair, her eyes like a Mohawk, stepped out, scanning the crowd with her eyes.

With the way Tommy's eyes were relaxed, his hand moving mechanically from his lips back down, a lit cigarette in his hand, it was pretty clear that the business deal had gone in his favour. He walked out with the woman to where her horse was, watching her as she left, galloping down the street like the wind, until she was nowhere in sight.

Maybe it was the stress that work actually caused him, because what followed after was something Tommy would regret for a long time.

Tommy Shelby forgot about his son and instead of going back to the private room to get the sleeping child, he mumbled something incoherent under his breath and walked out of the Garrison, smoking his cigarette. He slid into the motorcar, taking off his cap for a split second to run his hands through his matted hair, before fixing the cap back on. Turning the engine on, he slowly pulled the car onto the road and started driving back towards the Arrowe House, his baby completely forgotten.

It had been three hours since you had reached London. You had already met your father, having had a good one hour discussion with him. You were now sitting at your old home, the place where you had grown up, staring blankly at the ceiling. Your heart was getting restless, you had no idea what was going on back home and whether Tommy and Daniel were doing okay.

Finally, you stood up and huffing in frustration, you grabbed your bag, swinging it over your shoulder and rushed out of the room, running into your mother.

"Where on earth are you off to, lassie?"

"I'm going back home."

You bit your lip, your fingers toying nervously with each other. You were waiting for your mother to begin lecturing you on how you had visiting after years and now you were just going to leave but the words that exited her mouth left you in awe.

"T's okay love, I'm your mother too. I know what it feels like being miles away from your flesh and blood."

Thus, by the time Thomas Shelby was done with the business meeting at the Garrison and was driving back home, you had already stepped off the train at the Birmingham station. You pitched a ride with one of your friend's husbands who you knew worked at the station. It was a fifteen minute ride and he dropped you off at the gate.

Excited, you walked at a fast pace, towards the front door when you saw Mary dusting over a ceramic statue by the entrance. She saw you and almost gasped, not having expected for you to show up after the dark the same day you had left.

"Mrs. Shelby? Is everything alright? I thought you weren't going to back until tomorrow noon."

"I know, I know Mary, I just couldn't rest easy without Daniel. You know it's the first time I went somewhere without him–" Still talking to her, you stepped quietly into your home, the woman following you as she helped you take off your heavy coat.

"I suppose Polly must be inside eh? The house is so quiet." You looked at Mary, squinting your eyes with slight confusion.

"Mrs. Shelby, Ms. Gray had to leave early today. She had some work." Mary lowered her eyes for a split second and your eyes almost widened.

"Oh, I see. Thomas must be upstairs then? With Daniel?"

"About that, Mrs–"

You saw the woman look up at you with nervous eyes, her fingers toying with her white apron and you instantly knew something was wrong.

"Mary? Where is my husband? Is he with another woman? Oh my god, there's another woman up there, isn't it–"

You were already on your heels, storming through the hallway towards the bedrooms, the pleas of Mary falling on deaf ears.

"Mrs. Shelby, No. There's no woman. Mr. Shelby isn't home. He had a business deal to make so he took the baby along."

You stopped walking, your eyes narrowed as you turned towards her. You were furious, more so because you had thought you would find Tommy in bed with some other woman, but this revelation did not do anything to pacify you.

You clenched your eyes shut to calm yourself– it was alright, wasn't it? Of course Tommy would not have taken the baby with him if he was going somewhere that wasn't safe. You trusted your husband that much.

You had almost relaxed now and were climbing up the stairs on your way to your room when you heard the motorcar come to a halt. Tommy stepped out, shutting the door, his steps slow and dragged towards the front entrance. He placed the hand on the doorknob, twisting it until he heard a click and the door swung open.

He took of his coat, hanging it on the coat hanger by the entrance and was about to head straight to his study where he could sit and get some files sorted. You quietly made your way back downstairs only to come face to face with your husband on his way to the study. His eyes widened with surprise as he had not expected to see you.

"Love? You are back early."

You smiled softly, placing your hand on the railing as you gracefully stepped off the last stair and rushed into your husband's embrace.

"It's all fine, Papa isn't angry anymore. You tell me, where's Daniel?" You had by now wrapped your hands around his neck, but your eyes were scanning for the stroller.

It suddenly hit him.

Fuck.

Tommy's hand flew to his head, abruptly pushing you away in the act, his cap falling off, his hand grabbing a hold of his matted hair, almost tugging down on them. You kept looking at him, a horror sweeping over your face when you suddenly realized that Daniel was not with him.

"Where is my baby?!! Where's Daniel Tommy?!!"

It felt as though you didn't know who this man was – standing in front of you, his head almost hung low, his eyes clenched shut. Before you could ask him again, he had already turned on his tail and was speed walking towards the car.

"Thomas Shelby, wait! Will you fucking tell me what's going on?!" You ran along with him, trying to do anything you could to get him to answer you, grabbing his arm or blocking his way until he finally yelled at you.

"I FUCKING LEFT DANIEL AT THE GARRISON ALRIGHT? FOR FUCKS SAKE, WILL YOU MOVE OUT OF MY BLOODY WAY?"

Of course, he had left his baby at the Garrison. What kind of a father was he? You kept standing there, too numb to even react, almost leaning over the hedgerow, your eyes moist and cloudy with worry. What if something happened to Daniel? What would you do? How will you face Thomas Shelby without hating him for it? For fucks sake, you shouldn't have left. You shouldn't have gone to London. You cursed yourself.

Twenty minutes.

You kept walking around the lawn, waiting for a glimpse of your baby, to hear him babble mindlessly in your ears again when you saw the headlights of the car almost flash on your face before coming to a halt with a screech. Your husband stepped out, holding Daniel in his arm, talking to him.

"Will you forgive your daddy, love? Will you forgive me for being the bad, reckless father I have been?"

You walked up to him, your anger still pretty evident on your face and giving you one look, Tommy handed you the baby, not wanting to get into an argument he knew he couldn't win this time. You took Daniel and planted a kiss over his cheek, your tears finally spilling out.

"Mummy's sorry she left you, love. I never should have left. I should have known–" Your angry eyes shot towards your husband and he parted his lips, letting out a weak exhale.

"Love, I'm sorry, I–"

"You can sleep in any other room tonight, but you are not welcome in the bedroom. Not until you realize how you put our son in danger." You turned on your tail and cooing slightly to your son who was now playing with loose strands of your hair, tugging at them and giggling playfully, you walked into your bedroom and closed the door behind you, laying Daniel in Tommy's side of the bed.

Tommy wasn't a bad father, he had never let you feel that away ever but you didn't want him to do anything like this ever again and you knew you had to make sure he didn't. You were eventually going to forgive him, but that day wasn't today.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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Paths, Avenues, and Secret Tunnels // S.B. (celebration fic)

Request: 6 & 13 from the fluff section with sirius black at hogwarts (location). 💛 - anon

Fluff 6: “Are you... Are you flirting with me?”

Fluff 13: “Compared to you: stars pale, and the moon dulls.”

A/N: Here’s your request! I hope you like! This one got away from me if I'm honest but I struggled with it so much in the beginning that I'm happy I found my flow. I don’t think I’ll be posting a fic tomorrow, I’m not sure yet, I have a ridiculously busy day so who knows! However, as always, I hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of an attempted harassment, swearing, self-defence, shitty parents, BUT THIS IS FLUFF, I PROMISE (there’s even a make out scene for you all)

Word count: 3.3k

Most weekends at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry could usually be spent in the neighbouring, picturesque village of Hogsmeade. Students, in their droves, descended upon the wizarding village – all ready to spent their knuts, sickles and galleons on whatever took their fancy in the array of shops that neatly lined the small high street.

For many of the students in Third Year and above, they relished the chance to spend a whole day outside of Hogwarts. You would have liked to have gone with them, but in a fit of anger your mother and father flat out refused to sign the yearly permission slip meaning that your visits to the small, sleepy village had been put to a stop.

You maintained fiercely that their punishment was unjustified. Your use of magic outside of school was perfectly reasonable considering that the man they had tried to set their daughter up with for an arranged marriage was nothing short of a creep that had to be put in his place.

Your reaction to the unsolicited attention of the repulsive man caused nothing smaller than a war between your parents and yourself. They felt humiliated that you should act such a way in front of a respectable, eligible gentleman who had taken the time out of his busy schedule to come to dinner and meet with you. You felt nothing short of fury at your parents for thinking you would ever go along with archaic traditions that should have died long ago.

It led to your parents taking the one thing that you looked forward to every school year away from you. In front of you, they tore apart the permission slip and threw it onto the fire where you watched as it turned to grey ash.

Your weekends were now spent either in the common room or the library; working on your homework, studying for an exam or simply reading to pass the time. By the fourth Hogsmeade weekend of the year, you had explored the castle enough to attract Filch’s unwanted attention, so you decided to reign in your exploits to the parts of the castle you knew were safest.

The common room had quickly become your safe haven after the third time you were questioned by Filch. Both the morning and afternoon of any Hogsmeade weekend spent reading over any work and napping periodically by the fire.

Stretching out on the couch, you finish reading over your notes from Potions, making a mental note to ask Slughorn whether you could borrow his classroom next weekend to test a theory that had come to you only a few moments ago. Another Hogsmeade weekend and you had made doubly sure to keep yourself occupied through it all – happy to see your friends off; already sick of their pitying looks.

“(Y/L/N)!” Sirius shouts; jumping the back of the couch and settling next to you.

“Sirius, how can I help?” You ask with a smile; turning to face the teenager you’ve known since the two of you were in nappies.

“I can’t help but notice that you haven’t been seen in Hogsmeade for a while now. One can’t help but wonder…”

You laugh, “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to ask me considering our parents are like this,” You cross your fingers together; indicating just how close the two families were – Sirius’ mother visiting yours for tea at least three times a week.

“What happened?”

You sigh, clutching your book to your chest, “My parents cruel and unusual form of punishment.”

“What?”

You smile at the memory, “I jinxed the guy they were trying to marry me off to, so they tore up the permission slip in front of me and threw it onto the fire in a fit of dramatics.”

“Why did you jinx him?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“What did he do?” Sirius asks; voice low and lethal.

You sigh, “His hands tried to wander under the dining table. They didn’t get very bloody far before he was met with the finger removing jinx,” You huff proudly, “See how far he gets without the counter-jinx, the prat.”

“But you’re okay? You weren’t hurt?”

You shake your head; smiling at the care in Sirius’ voice. “I’m fine, I promise,” You reassure, “However, my parents thought it fitting to tear up my permission slip to Hogsmeade hence why I stay in the castle every weekend.”

Something in Sirius’ chest loosens at your words; happy to know that you’re okay and that you gave the creep what he deserved but he frowns at your parents response. “Did you explain to your parents what he tried to do?”

You fix him with a look that tells him of course you did, “They refused to listen; not someone like him,” Your voice takes on a higher pitch as you mimic your mother, “He’s such a responsible man from a wonderful family – I don’t know how you could do this to him.”

Sirius snorts at your impression; noting how accurate it is. “I’m sorry,” He murmurs.

You wave his apology with a swift movement of your hand, “I’ve gotten used to it now. You wouldn’t believe how on top of homework I am.”

He laughs, “Still, all the same.”

“I know,” You whisper.

Sirius pats your knee; he gestures towards the door with his head where his friends had walked through only a moment ago, “I better…”

You nod, “Of course. Go! Go – have a nice time.”

Sirius throws a small smile your way before he leaves the common room.

For the first time in the five weekends you had been unable to visit the humble village; you had never hated your parents more.

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Sirius Black continues to play on your mind in a way he hasn’t done since your crush on him in Second Year when you were smaller and more naïve. The friendship between you was a lifelong one; families being so close that there was no other option but to get along as your mothers would drink tea and gossip and your fathers would conduct business in offices away from prying eyes and ears.

Your feelings for the elder Black sibling became news to you when you were turning ten years old. You found yourself wondering what it would be like to hold his hand longer and to hug him whenever instead of in greeting or in farewell – innocent daydreams of a child.

Nothing like the daydreams you now found yourself occupied with whenever you happened to find yourself staring at his mouth that little bit too long or when you zoned in on how his hands would run through his long hair and thought about what it would feel like between your fingers.

Your feelings for Sirius Black came surging back; knocking you breathless and leaving you feeling half way mad. He seemed to take over your mind; thinking of him constantly and not all the thoughts completely innocent. From a simple smile in your direction, he had you feeling like a fool in love. From the smallest piece of attention he could give you, he had your heart in your throat.

Soon enough, you were admitting to yourself that your crush from Second Year had returned stronger than before and that there was no doubt about it. You were arse over tea kettle in love with Sirius Black.

He starts to spend his Hogsmeade weekends with you. Starting slowly; leaving the Marauders every now and then before eventually stopping joining them altogether. They all share a similar look one Saturday when instead of joining them at the door to the common room, Sirius joins you in your familiar spot on the couch.

Sirius waves to James, Remus and Peter as they depart for Hogsmeade; each of them shouting promises of bringing back sweets from Honeyduke’s as well as a surprise from Zonko’s. Sirius shakes his head at his friends before turning his full attention to you.

You smile softly at the disowned heir to the Black family fortune; repressing the growing urge to run your fingers through his hair, to kiss him senseless – to do anything with him really.

“What are the plans for today then?”

You roll your eyes, “You don’t have to do this Sirius, you can go be with your friends.”

Sirius waves his hand in a dismissive fashion, tutting, “I see them all the time. I live with them remember?” He shakes his head, “I like spending time with you.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek to keep your smile at bay, “I was thinking of finishing the book I’ve been reading.”

Sirius throws his head back with an overdramatic groan, “We did that last time!”

“And I’ve started a new book since then!” You sigh, “Like I said, Sirius, you don’t need to stay with me.”

“I want to spend time with you, but we don’t need to spend all our time here,” He says, gesturing to the dark red walls of the common room.

“I’m not bothered here. Every time I left the common room, Filch would always bother me.”

Sirius frowns, “Well we’re going out today,” He pats your leg, standing up, “Come on. Up you get, we’re off on a walk.”

“A walk?”

“A walk. An amble. A dawdle. That thing you do with your legs. Whatever you prefer to call it.”

You snort, “I know what a walk is, Sirius.”

“Then why ask?”

“Don’t make me regret coming with you.”

He grins at you, “Never, my dear.”

Sirius holds an arm out to you which you take; hooking your elbow through his. He sets off at a slow pace; holding the door to the common room open for you like the gentleman he was raised to be before leading you down the corridors.

With most students in Hogsmeade and the First and Second years occupied with a Quidditch training camp being run by the Holyhead Harpies, the corridors of the school are relatively quiet as you and Sirius continue your walk through the school that’s more of a second home rather than a place of education.

“Are your parents still angry?” Sirius asks out of the blue.

“I couldn’t care less though; it was self-defence and I’m happier for it. but you know them; there never was a couple who could hold a grudge like dear old mum and dad.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I reckon I could beat you.”

“How have you been since that night?”

Sirius looks off into the distance; mind immediately returning to the night he had walked out on his family, on Regulus. He had told you about when the school year had restarted after the Easter break.

“Good,” He eventually says, “I’m living with James’ family now. I’ve always been welcome at the Potters.”

You nod; happiness washing over you, “I’m glad you’ve found somewhere, I was worried when you sent me the one letter.”

“I wanted to send more,” He says, voice pained, “But I didn’t know if your parents would be nosy.”

“You were right not to,” You sigh, “Since they heard about our friendship rekindling, they keep looking at me as if I’m going to run any moment.”

“Would you?”

“Would I run away?”

He nods; pausing in his steps. You stop alongside him; thinking over your answer, “It depends. If I have to sit through another arranged dinner and possible marriage, then happily. If my parents suddenly see reason, then perhaps our relationship could improve.”

“How long have they been trying to marry you off?”

“Since I turned seventeen so just over a year since my birthday is one of the first of the year.”

Sirius chuckles humourlessly, “I’m glad I got out when I could.”

You nudge his shoulder, “All it means is that your life has taken a different path, Sirius. But I know whatever you decide to do, it will be the right path. It’s you walking it after all; it can’t be bad if you’re the one walking it.”

Sirius doesn’t reply to your words. He’s too overcome by your words to even think of replying. Out of the fallout from his family, the one thing he was concerned about was how it would affect your relationship with you but when he saw you after Easter and all you did was pull him into a tight hug, he knew that everything would be okay and that you would be going nowhere.

He doesn’t need to say the words out loud to accept them; he knows that he has fallen in love with you. Sirius realises with a jolt that he has most likely always loved you; only coming to the realisation since spending more and more time with you over your parental imposed school grounding.

Sirius doesn’t know what path his life is going to take; he has the Marauders and he knows he has them for life – very little coming between them to split them permanently. But through it all; through all of his late night worrying and upset, Sirius hopes and hopes that your life starts to wander down the same path as his.

By this time, you’ve circled the courtyard, ready to make your way to Hagrid’s Hut and beyond. Both happy enough to now spend the rest of your day dawdling around the castle; talking everything and nothing – simply spending the time with each other. The feelings that are harboured by the both of you simmer in the small space between your bodies; spoken yet unspoken.

The conversation from earlier, and the tension, has dissipated leaving behind a light, fun atmosphere that lets you see the best of Sirius. As a result, he has your heart thumping in your throat to the point where your pulse sounds in your ears.

It’s when he makes one comment about your closeness as children that has a particularly flirty tone and meaning that has your back straightening in realisation, “Are you… Are you flirting with me?”

“I might be…” Sirius comments with a smile.

“Not even you could be so cruel, Sirius, to bring up a childhood crush like that and play with my emotions.”

“What childhood crush?”

“Tell me you knew?”

At the blank expression on his face and the curiosity alive in his eyes, you let out a laugh, “I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids… even when we started Hogwarts I had a crush on you! You had to know, surely?”

He shakes his head vigorously, “I had no idea about it.”

“Oh…” You trail off.

“It was reciprocated if you were wondering.”

You sit up straighter, “It was?”

Sirius blushes; pushing his hair back from his face, “It was.”

Silence falls between the two of you. You’ve both stopped walking; steps paused in the middle of the corridor – hardly any sound around you other than the occasional hoot of an owl and a laugh from a young student. For what feels like forever, you simply stare at each other.

Your stomach turns with anticipation; readying yourself for the question you’re about to ask. Taking a deep breath, you break the silence with a single question, “And what about now?”

“Now?”

You nod, “Are those feelings reciprocated now?”

“They might be…”

“They might be, or they are?” You ask breathlessly; his words setting aflame the hope in your heart.

“They are. They really are.”

“Thank Merlin,” you gasp before pulling Sirius into a kiss by the hem of his t-shirt.

He responds immediately; taking control of the kiss as his lips glide against yours seamlessly. There could no arranged marriage, no relationship you could ever have that could compare to this one moment. In this one instant, all is defined, and you know that at almost eighteen, Sirius Black was to be the one for you.

A hand runs through his hair as the other anchors itself in his t-shirt; finally getting to feel his hair after so long craving it. With a slight tug of his dark locks, you smile against his mouth at the groan you elicit from the back of his throat. You file that piece of information away for later when it can be explored thoroughly. Entirely wrapped up in him, you give yourself over to him, letting his familiar scent of cloves and sweet orange wash over you.

Breaking the kiss, Sirius rests his forehead on yours for a moment, catching his breath and letting the contentment wash over him. He places kisses over your face – your nose, your cheeks, your forehead before finally pecking your lips in an open mouthed kiss.

You beam up at him; happy to have this moment with him in a quiet school where you won’t be interrupted by students, teachers, or ghosts alike.

With a wide grin, Sirius drops his hold of your waist to take hold of your hand and begins to lead you back through the corridors and to the moving staircases. Laughing, you match his pace as you run up the stairs, taking extra care for those that start to shift.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask with a loud giggle.

“It’s a secret,” Sirius says; turning quickly to face you. He places a finger to his lips in a hush. Then and there, you have to resist pulling him into another kiss from the look on his face; the utter delight spread over it combined with the intense mischief and elation alight in his eyes has your heart beating even faster.

Saying no more, you continue on your journey, letting Sirius guide you every step of the way. Arriving on the Third Floor, Sirius turns left, pulling you towards the statue at the end of the corridor. The statue of the One-Eyed Witch had always left you feeling uneasy; as if she was watching you with her one remaining eye – it seemed to follow you wherever you stepped.

Sirius stops in front of the statue; staring up at her for a moment before fixing his gaze on you. His hand comes up to brush your cheek, “Compared to you: stars pale, and the moon dulls. However, I know that your reaction to what I’m about to show you will even pale the brightest galaxy.”

You duck your head; uncertain of what to reply, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer emotion in his voice. Sirius tips your chin back up with a single finger, “Fancy going to Hogsmeade?”

You shake your head, “Sirius, I can’t. My parents, remember?”

“I remember just fine. Still, fancy going to Hogsmeade?”

“How?”

Sirius points to the statue of the one-eyed witch, “Through there.”

“Sirius, I love you but that’s a statue.”

He smirks, “It’s good to know you love me, but I need you to say the magic word.”

“And what’s that?”

Leaning close to your ear; so close that his breath is warm across your face, he whispers a single word. You find it hard to concentrate with him so close; his front pressed to your side. His lips brush against your ear and you let yourself arch into his touch as you try to focus on the word being whispered.

“Got it?”

Nodding your head, you step towards the statue. Your hand still wrapped in Sirius’, you whisper, “Dissendium,” Your voice barely louder than a breath.

You take a hasty step back when the hump to the witch opens, revealing a small slide leading into nothing but darkness. You turn to Sirius in awe; a large smile on your face, “How did you?”

Sirius simply shrugs, “I have my way, love. Now, Hogsmeade?”

Tightening your grip on his hand; tugging him into a long kiss, you can barely contain your elation with the teenager now pressing against you. Breaking the kiss but remaining close enough that your lips brush his as you whisper, “I’d go with you anywhere.”

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farfromharry · 4 years ago

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always (part seven) | harry holland series

summary: you and lily spend christmas day with the hollands and you couldn’t be happier

word count - 2.1k

a/n - merry christmas!!

It was officially only days before christmas and Lily was already almost 2 weeks old, which you couldn’t believe. You’d gotten help to make sure you had everything prepared present wise, but you and Lily were going to spend actual Christmas day with the Hollands.

A sudden distressed cry woke you from your sleep, pushing yourself out of your bed to tend to your babygirl. You moved around to the other side of your bed, your baby looking at you with teary eyes and a red face.

“Oh, there’s my little angel.” You gently lifted her from her crib, holding her against your chest and gently stroking her back. You bounced her gently, pressing kisses to her head to try and soothe her.

“You’re okay.” She continued to wail in your ear, your heart aching for your precious girl.

“You hungry darling?” You looked at her distressed face, taking a seat on your bed, lifting your shirt up to let her latch on.

You sighed, leaning your head back and glancing at the time on your phone screen. 4:23am.

“We’re gonna have to get you a better sleep schedule baby.” After she was done feeding, you carefully laid her back down in her crib, watching over her for a few minutes to make sure she was okay, before climbing back into bed yourself. You were out like a light the second your head hit your pillow, you were utterly exhausted.

The next morning you were woken again by loud babbles from Lily, checking the time and seeing it was almost 10am.

You sighed, pushing yourself out of bed and scooping the girl up in your arms. Harry would be coming over soon anyway. You changed Lily’s nappy and dressed her in a fluffy purple onesie, making your way into your living room to set her down in the kitchen, so you could make breakfast.

“Y/n?” You called back with a ‘hey’, letting Harry know where you were.

He entered the kitchen with a smile, moving over to the little baby to give her some affection.

“There's my favourite little girl.” She babbled, reaching up to try and touch his face. He carefully picked her up out of her high chair, pressing kisses to her cheeks and having a mini conversation with her. At least as best he could considering she didn’t understand anything he was saying.

“So, how’s it going being a mum?” Harry asked, entranced with the girl in his arms who was grabbing at his fingers.

“I adore her but,” You paused, seeing Harry look up in concern at the ‘but’. “I’m so stressed and sleep deprived.” Harry could see how tense you were, he’d noticed how tired you looked when he first came in, but he didn’t want to sound rude.

“I didn’t realise it’d be this hard by myself.” You complained.

“Let me look after her for a few hours,” He offered. “Go and catch up on some sleep.” You were hesitant, feeling bad to burden him with Lily, but also growing slightly protective over her.

“She’ll be okay, would i ever let you down?” You shook your head, thanking him.

“Be good for Harry.” You kissed her head, Harry pouting when he didn’t get a forehead kiss too.

“Anyone would think you’re the newborn.” He grinned, accepting your kiss with a smile.

“Have a good sleep.”

“Thank you,” A lightbulb went off in your head, realising he didn’t know what to do. You turned back around to tell him and he simply rolled his eyes. “If she cries, there’s a bottle in the fridge, just heat it up, nappies are in in her nursery and-“

“I’ll be fine, if I need any help I'll call my mum.” You nodded, taking a deep breath before heading to bed to catch up on lots of missed sleep.

“Looks like it’s just me and you now.” Harry spoke to the girl. The two had a fairly enjoyable time together, Harry in love with everything she did and the girl in awe of him. It was hours later that you were trudging into the living room looking much more refreshed. Harry was sitting on the couch, Lily against his chest while the curly haired man talked to her.

“How did it go?” You asked, taking a seat next to them and resting your head on Harry’s shoulder.

“She was a perfect angel, didn’t cry once.” He boasted. You grinned, stroking her chubby cheek.

“Thank you for helping me, my hero.” You kissed his cheek, watching Lily scrunch up his shirt in her tiny fist. It wasn’t long before your bub began to get uncomfortable, beginning to cry her small heart out.

“I think she’s finally ready for her nap.” You carefully lifted her off of Harry’s chest, taking her over to the bassinet you kept in your living room. You laid her down, hovering over her for a few minutes to make sure she knew you were there.

“Go to sleep hunny, I know you’re tired.” You watched her eyes flutter shut, content with the world around her.

“And then there were two.” You said, sitting down next to Harry again. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head.

“I mean, I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted after watching her.” You huffed.

“Don’t leave me yet.” You begged, staring at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Can I just nap here?” He asked, watching you think about it.

“I guess so.” You said, Harry scoffing at how unamused you sounded. You flashed him a cheeky grin, motioning for him to lay his head on your lap.

“Here.” You handed him a fluffy blanket that you usually kept on the back of your couch, throwing it over his body to keep him warm. You spent the next hour stroking through his curls, watching him sleep peacefully with the comfort of your warmth. With your other hand you just scrolled through your phone, not wanting to disturb Harry with the sounds of the tv.

He eventually started to shift, signalling to you that he was waking up. His hair was messy and he looked absolutely adorable, staring up at you with tired eyes.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. Nuzzling his face into your hoodie material.

“Always.”

———

3 days later and it was officially Christmas day, you were getting Lily’s stuff together to head over to the Hollands. You had already taken presents over a few days earlier, just so today you only had to bring yourself and your baby.

The drive over to the Holland household was quite pleasant. There was soft christmas music playing in the background, with the bubbly feeling of excitement in the pit of your stomach.

Getting out of the warmth of your car, you were hit with the freezing december weather, rubbing your hands together for warmth.

Lily was quick to protest at the change in temperature with a small uncomfortable cry, her chubby cheeks turning a soft pink shade as the cold hit her.

Your cold knuckles knocked on the front door of the house, a shiver running through your body.

You wrapped Lily’s coat around her tighter, pulling her little hat down and doing everything you could to protect her from the blistering cold. The door to the Holland house opened a few minutes later to a smiley Harry. Welcoming you inside.

“There’s my favourite girl.” Harry said, taking Lily from your arms and cradling her close to his warmth. You scowled at him playfully.

“Me or her?” You asked, teasing your best friend. “Be careful with your answer.”

“You, obviously.” He stated, like it was a fact. When you nodded, seemingly satisfied, he leaned in close to Lily, his mouth close to her tiny ear.

“I lied, it’s definitely you.” He whispered to the girl, tickling her to make her giggle. You scoffed.

“I heard that, Holland.” He laughed, sending you a teasing wink.

You followed him into the living room, seeing the other Holland’s scattered around doing various things.

“We have visitors.” Harry announced, motioning to you. Sam was quick to practically snatch Lily, peppering her cheek with soft kisses.

“Merry christmas y/n!” Nikki said, pulling you into a tight hug. You said it back, thanking her for letting you crash their Christmas day.

“You’re always welcome.” Tom was next to pull you into a hug, ruffling your hair like an older brother would.

“Did I hear y/n?” Paddy asked, slipping into the living room to look for you.

“Hi, little man.” The nickname caused him to groan, it’d been something you’d called him for years, even after he passed you in height.

“I’m taller than you.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him into a hug.

“And I don’t care.” You simply stated. You watched Lily receive all the affection she could ever ask for, babbling incoherent things.

“Can we open presents now?” Paddy asked, motioning to the pile under the tree.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” You whined, feeling bad that the teenager was unable to have a normal christmas morning.

“You’re here now, so let’s get started!” Paddy announced. You stifled a laugh, nodding your head. You watched with a smile as the lads fussed Lily, helping her rip open the wrapping paper on her presents.

“Come here a second.” Harry said, tapping your shoulder. He took your hand and lead you away from his family.

“This is for Lily.” You playfully rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“It better not be another stuffed animal, she has too many already.” You joked. Harry shook his head with a small grin, telling you to just open it. Harry had pulled you over to a more quiet part of the living room to give you this, not wanting his brothers to see or hear.

“A blanket?” You asked, looking at him in confusion. A blush rose to his cheeks. He showed you the space where Lily’s name was engraved in, only confusing you further.

“I don’t get it- why did we have to open it separately?” You asked.

“I-i may have made it.” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You awed, finding it cute that he’d go through so much trouble for you.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not.” You argued. “I think it’s adorable.” You said, squeezing his cheek playfully.

“I didn’t really know what to get her so-“

“Harry, this is perfect, thank you.”

After all the presents came the part all the Holland boys were the most excited about; christmas dinner.

They practically ran to the dining room when Nikki announced it was ready, taking their seats at the table and digging into their plates like animals.

“You’re like savages.” Nikki muttered, receiving a laugh from you as you dug into your own food. Every now and then you’d alternate between eating and amusing Lily so she wouldn’t cry.

You pinched her cheek gently, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

“Such a messy baby.” You said. She just babbled, showing you her gummy smile that made your heart flutter.

“A bit like Harry.” Sam said, receiving a slap to the arm from his twin. You laughed at the two, leaving your angel to finish up the last bits of your meal.

After dessert Nikki turned down your offer to help clean up, forcing one of her boys to do it instead. Tom groaned, trailing to the kitchen with some dirty dishes in his hands, muttering complaints on the way.

“Nikki, that was amazing, thank you.” She smiled, kissing your head as she walked by. The table was disturbed when your little bub began to cry, you being able to recognise that she was crying for food.

“I think she’s hungry.” You pouted, lifting her up into your arms.

“Go feed her, we’ll sort this.” Sam said, motioning to the table that needed clearing.

“Are you sure?” You asked, feeling slightly bad.

“Unless Harry’s going to grow boobs and feed her, I'm pretty sure you’re the only one that can.” Harry slapped his twin upside the head, calling him an idiot. You just laughed, making your way up the stairs to feed your precious angel.

———

“I really enjoyed today, thank you.” Harry squeezed your shoulders gently.

“We’re all glad you were both here.” The two of you continued to get ready for bed, you also getting Lily into her onesie. The three of you would be sharing Harry’s bed in his childhood room for the night, having to make sure Lily stayed safe between you both.

You climbed under the covers, next to your already sleeping daughter. You had a smile gracing your face, one that Harry couldn’t help but completely adore.

“Goodnight Harry, merry christmas.” You whispered, laying your arm over Lily gently to make sure she’d be safe.

“Merry christmas y/n.”

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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That's so sweet

Not quite sure where I was going with this little bit of dribble, but its all fluffy and is all part of Fresh Starts.

Enjoy xx

"Y/N, I need to ask you a huge favour"

"Yeah Liv anything" you looked up from your laptop screen.

"Lucy was meant to leave an hour ago, she has something on tonight, I'm running late, I still need to drop this paper work to Barba, could you please go and watch Noah till I ‘am done?"

"Yeah of course Liv, I'll go now" you gave her smile.

"Thank you so much. Lucy has given him dinner, if you could just bath him and I'll bring dinner with me when I come home."

"I'll drive her" Nick offered.

5.30 pm - Y/N; Hey Rafi, I'm just on my way to Liv's to watch Noah for a while. Pick me up from there? xx

5.40 pm- Rafael; Sure mi Hermosa, Liv told me! As soon as we are done we will pick up dinner and be there xx

You pulled up at Liv's apartment block, said thank you to Nick and went up to Liv's apartment and knocked on the door.

"Hey Lucy, nice to see you" you said as you walked in the door.

"Hey Y/N, same. So sorry to do this"

"No it's all good, what needs to be done?"

As soon as Noah seen you he smiled, toddled over to you and reached his hands up for you to pick him up. You put your bag down and picked him up.

"Hey little man, I've missed you" and you kissed him on the cheek.

"He just needs to be bathed. I have fed him dinner, his bottle is in the fridge and just needs to be warmed up, a clean dummy is there, he likes it after his bottle and I have put his pj's in on the nappy change table and clean towels are in the bathroom. Once he has his bottle and has his dummy, he likes to be rocked to sleep and he should go down no problem"

"Ok cool" you smiled at Noah who smiled back.

"His bath is at 6.30 and bed time is at 7, Liv’s pretty strict about that"

"That’s fine" You smiled back.

"I'll see you next time, thanks so much again. Bye Noah see you tomorrow" and Lucy walked out the door.

"Alright little man, let's play for a bit then bath"

You placed him down and he walked over to his toys and started playing with blocks. You walked into the kitchen and turned on the jug so you could warm up his bottle before he had a bath. You put your badge in your bag, took off your shoes, you then fixed your hair so it was up in a high bun out of the way and untucked your button down out of your dress pants.

You sat on the floor with Noah and played. He giggled when you knocked the blocks down and that's what you did for 20 minutes over and over again.

"Alright little man bath time, let's pack away"

Noah helped you put everything into his toy box. You walked into the kitchen and got a bowl from the cupboard filled it with hot water from the jug and put his bottle in it to warm up. You gave him a bath and dressed him in his pj's.

As you picked him up off the change table, he rested his head on your shoulder into your neck. You walked out with him and grabbed his bottle which was just right and put his dummy in your pocket. You went back into his room and put on his night light, sat on the big chair and gave him his bottle.

He laid in your arms, he held his bottle with one hand and played with a button on your shirt with the other. Once he had finished you gave him his dummy, he rested his head on your shoulder, his face in your neck again. You stood up and rested your head on his, rocking back and forth patting his back and whispering "sshh" in his ear.

Rafael and Liv finished at his office pretty quickly, they caught a taxi to a block from her place to a Thai restaurant and picked up the take away they had rung in earlier and headed to the apartment.

"So you love her that much huh?" Liv looked over at Rafael with a small smile.

"More than I could ever explain" a half smile came to Rafael’s face.

"Well when you think the timing is right do it. I don't think you will ever meet someone like her again. She has been good for you."

Liv opened the door and they both walked in. Your bag was sitting near the door with your jacket laying over it and your shoes next to it.

"Y/N must me putting Noah to sleep" Liv looked around the apartment.

They took off their jackets and placed down their bags and walked into the apartment.

"OH Wow, she even packed the toys away" Liv chuckled

"Good to see the toy box isn't just for decoration" Rafael said back with a smirk.

Liv put the take away bag on the table and walked towards Noah's room, you had the door open so they could see you from the hall. Rafael's heart swelled just looking at you. You had your shirt untucked over your pants, your hair up high and no shoes on, rocking this tiny human who was resting their face on your neck and your head resting on theirs, you looked so beautiful in the light of the night light.

"That's so sweet" Liv whispered

"Now do you see why I want to marry her one day" he muttered back.

"I'll go and get plates ready" and she patted him on the shoulder.

He stood there watching you. You kissed Noah on the top of the head and put him in his cot and pulled the blankets on him. You stood there for a moment watching him. Then you tipped toed out. You hadn’t seen Rafael standing there till you got to the door way.

"Hey Rafi" you whispered as he pulled you in and kissed you deeply, he pulled away, cupped your face with one hand and ran his thumb over your cheek looking into your eyes.

"You looked so sweet mi Hermosa. It suited you. Dinner is ready" he grabbed your hand and pulled you into Liv's dining room.

"Hey Y/N, how did It go? Was he any trouble?"

"Oh no Liv not at all. If Lucy is ever busy again just let me know, I ‘am happy to watch him, he is such a sweet boy"

"Thanks so much. It suited you rocking a baby to sleep. You'll make a great mum one day" she and Rafael smiled at you

"Thanks Liv, that's so sweet. One day" you looked at Rafael who gave you a wink.

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faizanrauf65 · 3 years ago

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Guide And Tips For Your New Baby

First of all, CONGRATULATIONS! You are having a new baby! Now, on to the serious stuff. You are going to get yourself prepared for your new baby, mentally, physically and you will need to adjust your house and car for the new baby too! Mentally preparing for the new baby Remember this, women adjust to having a new baby faster than men; so, do not expect husbands to start being all fatherly after the pregnancy is announced. They are not like that. Women adjust better to the new baby, mentally, because they experience physical, emotional and psychological changes. These changes help them adjust to the new baby quicker. However, men start feeling the new baby when they see the bump or feel the flicker of baby movement over mommy’s belly. Physically preparing for the new baby There is nothing much a new father can do to prepare to the new baby. What needs to be done by a father needs to be done BEFORE the new baby is conceived. However, the new father can try quitting smoking, quitting drinking and other vices once the new baby is conceived. The new mother needs to do the same too. Planning for the new baby: the house and car With the new baby, depending on whether you are planning to co-sleep with the baby or whether you are planning to plonk the baby in a separate room affects the changes to your home. Either way, we recommend having a separate room for your new baby, even if the new baby is going to be sleeping with the new parents for the first couple of months. A baby crib, some toys, a place to put all the baby’s clothes, shelves to convenient grab lotions, creams, diaper wipes, diapers, etc. off near the changing table is a MUST. You will also need to think about getting a baby chair too; baby chair for the house (at the right height for the dining table) and a baby chair for the car (for traveling). Some baby chairs can be adjusted to fit the adult dining chair AND fit into the car at the same time. They are a little bit more expensive than the conventional baby chairs, but the multi-function is extremely convenient PLUS it is downright comfortable for your new baby. Other essential stuff for your new baby Frankly speaking, the essentials depend wholly on your own preference, budget and lifestyle. You can live without some of these things if you think you would rather not waste the money. If you have had previous babies before, you probably do not need too many new baby clothes. New babies outgrow their clothes terribly fast and it would be a waste of money to splurge on new clothes. You can get hand-me-downs from nieces and nephews too, if you want. What you should probably get are blankets, sweaters, coats, and clothes for going out. At home, your new baby is not going to mind old clothes. In fact, it is a fact that your new baby is probably going to like wearing the old clothes better than the new clothes. Don’t forget the feeding utensils like baby bowls, breast pump (if you’re planning to pump breast milk for your new baby at work), baby bottles, cloth nappies, diapers, baby wipes, lotions, shampoo, bath gels, towels, baby blankets, baby bedding, bibs, stroller, etc. And do not worry, you will do fine. The best thing to do is to get unbiased referrals from friends and family.

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msiopao · 4 years ago

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The One With Koo Koo’s Little Munchkin

pairing: jungkook x nobi (ft. uncle bangtan)

summary: nobi’s brother lets her babysit her niece but her and jungkook don’t really know how to take care of a baby

if she was warned of the disaster and the regret that would happen later, nobi would’ve never let that baby enter her home.

it all started when kazuki, her older brother, needed someone to look after his daughter since him and his wife were going overseas for a week-long medical conference. unfortunately, the grandparents were also out of the country since the youngest child, maiya, had a chess tournament in China and needed her guardians.

that only left him with his other sister, sakura, or most commonly known to the world as Nobi of BTS.

with the ring of cellphone and the familiar ringtone dedicated just for her oldest sibling, nobi placed the washing gloves down and retrieved the phone that was on the counter to squish it between her ear and shoulder.

“welcome to chili’s, how may I help you?”

a burst of laughter from the other side caused a smile on her face. “table for 4, please!”

she froze, “WHAT!? HANA IS PREGNANT!? AGAIN!?”

“WHAT!? NO! IT’S FOR THE DOG! WOONGIE THE DOGGIE!”

a relieved sigh passed through her, “dear asahi, please don’t scare me like that again.”

“i mean... my favor might?”

with that sentence, nobi should’ve declined and hung up without a second thought. but as the loving and dependable little sister she was, she pressed farther and asked what for.

“you see... hana and i need to go to germany for some conference and we can’t take nanako since we’ll be in workshops all day. ma and pa are with maiya in China for chess so it only leaves you.”

“wOW, i’M the lAST rESoRt?!” An outraged yell from her caught the attention of jin, jungkook, and jimin, who were lounging in the living room.

“please, kura,” he begged and she sighed. “you love nanako, don’t you? besides! jungkook’s there and i trust him, so you have someone for help!”

“i haven’t even seen the kid since she was born not even a year ago. and jungkook’s a man-child.”

“but you still like her. and him.”

“eh, if she’s 50% of you then maybe i don’t. and he’s a handful already so adding an actual baby will be a pain.”

“kura! please!”

the loud voice from her sister-in-law made her cringe and back her ear away. jungkook is familiar with the voices in her phone since he roomed with her and she called her brother and his wife often.

“please take care of nanako!” she yelled and hung up, not even giving nobi time to protest.

nobi cursed under her breath and finished putting the last plate on the rack before wiping her hands and walking over to join the rest. jungkook scooted to the side so she could sit next to him and she curled up on his side since he opened up his right arm.

“what’s up?” jin asked as he placed an UNO wild card on the table during the heated match the boys had.

“kazuki wants me to take care of his brat,” she complained. “didn’t even give me any say in it.”

“ah, it’s okay! jin-hyung knows how to take care of them!” jimin reassured, not looking up from his 5 cards.

“um, not really?” the oldest asked unsurely.

“how old is the kid?”

“she’s turning one in 5 months.”

“aren’t you happy kazuki finally settled down, though?” hobi’s question made her shrug.

“i mean, the parents have been bugging him since he turned 23 to find a girlfriend. the guy married his first ever girlfriend and had a kid with her!” she exclaimed. “to be honest, i really thought he was paying her to act as his lover but apparently not!”

“can you imagine being so desperate to buy a fake girlfriend?” yoongi mumbled making her laugh.

“use that one,” nobi nudged yoongi with her toe pointing to the card. “also, jin-hyung didn’t change any of our diapers.”

“but wouldn’t a baby be easier than raising 4 teenagers?” namjoon said and nobi looked up from jungkook’s chest.

“well, i guess it won’t be that bad if i have help.”

“speak for yourself,” yoongi mumbled to which she playfully jabbed his side.

“anyways. if their kid goes missing, it’s not my fault because i was forced in this situation.”

jungkook tightened his arm around her. “think of this as a trial-run, bub. since you never took care of your sister, you don’t really know if you’re good with kids or not. maybe you’re like the ultimate mother master.”

she giggled, “nah. suffering 9 months for a demon and being responsible for it for 18 more years? can’t even handle myself.”

...

true to her word, nobi really can’t look after herself, much less with a kid. the doorbell rang meaning they were outside and had the little demon to take care of waiting. she tripped over some of kook’s shoes on the floor and she stubbed her toe against the door frame in a hurry to answer the door.

when kazuki dropped off his baby girl, nobi begrudgingly took the carrier from hana’s hands and snarled when kazuki sent an victorious smile.

“it’s only for 7 days, kura.”

“you know what could happen in those 7 days?! anything can happen in that time period! i wrote an entire album in a week! what’s to say i won’t do something to the brat!” her whines made kazuki roll his eyes before thumping her on the forehead.

“you big dummy,” he mused. “it’ll be fine. besides, hana put in about 7 pages of instructions there for you just in case.” she followed his finger that was pointing to the bag on her arm.

“honestly, are you my brother?” she asked, irritated. “since when do you see me reading instructions?”

“when you’re handling a tiny human and you won’t have anyone there to help you. that’s when.”

the boys were huddled around the carrier in the middle of the parlor, absolutely smitten with chubby cheeks of the baby and the little puffs of air she let out. sleep was heavy on her and her tiny fist clenched the baby blue blanket that her mother knitted her.

nobi was sorting out the baby powder and the nappies at the kitchen while jungkook squeezed some of the milk on his arm to test the temperature. he had assembled a crib in their room earlier and she placed all of the clothes into an emptied drawer that used to house her socks.

“sakura! how could you hate this little angel?!” jin squealed.

“hyung! too loud!” jungkook chided and nobi laughed.

“she looks too much like maiya.” her answer didn’t reach the others ears since no one reacted. she leaned her hip against the island and crossed her arm, amused and watching the boys get hypnotized by nanako.

“can you believe a little munchkin, not even a year old, has all the members of bangtan wrapped around her tiny finger?” jungkook asked from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

nobi leaned against his chest, “well, the guys love kids in general. even she has yoongi-hyung’s attention, the attention that is reserved only for his baby Holly.”

jimin saw nanako flutter her tiny eyes open and watched it widen at the sight of 6 unfamiliar faces. she must’ve been frightened at the foreign surrounding and the lack of her mother and father only added to the fear. soon, her wails filled the previously quiet dorm and the boys panicked.

“oi! eomma! appa! your baby is crying!” tae shouted and nobi rushed over from the nappies, kneeling quickly and hovering over the carrier.

“hello, darling,” she cooed. “have a nice nap?” nanako didn’t respond but her cries did quiet down a bit, blinking up at the familiar-looking person. nobi picked her up and placed her on her arms, fingers gently touching her cheeks.

jungkook came over with the ready bottle of milk and handed it to her so she could feed the baby. “here.”

the boys watched the 2 peer down at the suckling baby and they snapped up when someone’s camera shutter and camera flash went off. taehyung had his old camera, jin had his polaroid, while namjoon had his phone up, all with wide eyes as if they were just caught.

“oi! nanako is feeding!” jungkook scolded causing nobi and the others to laugh.

“wah, it’s like we’re looking into the future!” hobi whispered, shocked at the sight in front of him.

“joonie, look! our babies with their baby!”

nanako continued to feed, eventually finishing her entire bottle, and nobi passed her off to jungkook so he could burp her while she washes the bottle for the next feed.

the guys shared a look and they grinned, relieved that taking care of this baby wasn’t going to be as bad as they thought.

...

eyebags and wrinkles were making their home in the faces of nobi and jungkook, victims of her irregular sleeping schedule. it was only the third day and her second night with them was the roughest time they’ve went through in a while.

jungkook was slumped over at the dining table, sleeping and breakfast shoved to the side, and nobi was clutching her coffee cup and seemed to be sleeping with her eyes wide open.

jin and namjoon were observing them with concern since they too were woken up by the loud cries of the child and they know the maknaes haven’t had a good sleep since the first night.

“kura?” jin poked her at the shoulder but received no response. “sakura?”

she jolted, wildly looking around as if she didn’t know where she was. “huh?”

her sudden movement woke jungkook up and he also looked out of sorts, eyes suddenly going wide. “the baby!”

“the baby!” nobi echoed before shooting up to stand but a hand stopped her.

“sshh,” namjoon soothed. “taehyung and jimin washed her already and are changing her right now. don’t worry, hoseok’s there with them.”

similar fatigue-laced eyes settled on the oldest and the leader as they sat back down, confusion and alarm slowly disappearing. jungkook groaned and started to slump over to go back to sleep but shot up when he heard the giggles from the devil herself.

“appa! nanako is here!” tae said in a child-like voice, carrying nanako with jimin and hobi trailing behind him.. “nanako is clean!” nanako saw jungkook and nobi and immediately wiggled to go to her temporary parents.

“nanako wants to see eomma!” jimin followed but nobi immediately shook her head.

“no!” she expressed, back away from the baby.

“aw, why?” tae pouted but smiled again when jungkook outstretched his arms.

“come here, my little munchkin,” he grunted. nanako found solace in his arms and she laid her head on his chest, as if she was listening to his steady heartbeat with her eyes closed.

nobi observed the girl’s calm behavior, slightly leaning forward to get a better look. “if only she was this peaceful last night.”

“hm, this is what parenthood is like, kids.” yoongi’s comment made the rest shiver.

“when was the last time you both slept longer than 3 hours?” jin asked as the amount of times he heard walking in their room was concerning.

“the night before she got here,” jungkook answered.

“well, you’re lucky she’s only here for a week. next week, we have a meeting with Bang and we might start choreography classes then. it’s good that we won’t have a baby in tow.”

everyone nodded at namjoon and at the mention of the meeting, hobi and yoongi dispersed to leave to their studios while the 95-liners were leaving to go to the gym to prepare their bodies for the grueling dances. namjoon was accompanying jin to the grocery store so it left the maknaes and the baby at home with no one else.

thankfully, the child was starting to fall asleep and nobi noticed jungkook fighting to keep his eyes open.

“come on, let’s go to bed.” her suggestion sparked a little life in jungkook and he carefully carried nanako to their bedroom where they could all get comfortable.

within seconds, nanako fell asleep and with the rise and fall of jungkook’s chest combined with his heartbeat made her slip into dreamworld quickly. jungkook was already snoring by the time nobi laid next to him and she hummed in content, happy that she was able to finally sleep.

...

their days continued on like that.

being fortunate enough to be on break, jungkook and nobi were able to sleep whenever they wanted since they were usually kept up by the energy that nanako only released at nighttime.

but they weren’t the only ones suffering.

it was now clear that the lungs that sakura had was genetic as it also transferred over to her niece by the way she belted her cries, the boys jokingly singing along to it (cue bretman rock). at night, they have created ways to block out her cries like sleeping with airpods plugged in or on jimin and hoseok’s case, leaving for 3 nights to sleep in a hotel since their room was right next door.

however, tonight was especially bad.

nanako refused to drink her milk, instead crying and screaming the entire time she was awake. when she did sleep, she would eventually wake herself up and start the entire cycle again. nobi was getting worried because she only had 1 bottle of milk today and she didn’t want to be held or touched by anyone.

combined with the worry and the sleep deprivation, nobi was in tears, sobbing on the floor next to nanako’s crib, who was also crying, so together they had a crying session. everyone else was busy, even jungkook since he joined the others in the gym, so she was left to fend for herself and the baby wasn’t helping by refusing to take in any milk.

“nanako, please,” she begged. “one bottle, hm? just one bottle.”

nanako shook her head and cried louder making sakura wail more. maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation or the ideal move but nobi didn’t know what to do because she’s never taken cared of a baby before. initially, she called her brother to figure out how to solve the problem but neither of them were answering and the booklet had nothing on there on how to get her to drink.

honestly, of all things, that should be in there.

the two girls were so busy having their sobbing match that they completely missed the front door and jungkook’s greeting. the boy was in shock at the sight of nobi clutching the crib with nanako inside while they both cried their eyes out.

“bub,” he whispered before grabbing her to his arms.

“i don’t know why she won’t drink, kook. and i’m so tired,” she wailed and cried harder.

jungkook racked his brain on what to do until settling on a decision. “tell you what. go to bed and plug your airpods in so you could sleep while i take care of nanako.”

nobi started to protest because she knew he needed sleep too but he waved her off. the feeling of the plushness of her bed was so foreign to her now since she rarely had time to sleep on it and relish in the comfort. the loud lo-fi music drowned out the screams and wails of the baby, allowing her to finally slip into her own dreamland.

it was only about 2 hours that she woke up and she cursed, fearing that she has so suddenly created a new maternal sense in a span of 5 days.quickly sitting up, the panic in her chest soothed when she saw an empty bottle on the dresser and jungkook swaying with nanako cradled on his arms, sleeping. she gently pried the earbuds out of her ears and smiled softly at jungkook’s quiet singing, feeling relaxed herself.

“go to sleep, my little munchkin,” he whispered. “koo koo will be here when you wake up. i promise.”

nobi closed her eyes in gratitude and forced down a scream of gratitude to the lord and savior, god almighty, that nanako has eaten and finally fallen asleep. and jungkook was here.

jungkook noticed her rising figure and he sat down next to her, still cradling the baby.

“morning,” she grinned to which he returned. “how was she?”

“well, took a while to convince her to eat but she did and she just fell asleep.”

“you’ll be a great father someday, koo koo.” jungkook bashfully looked away to hide the smile that threatened to escape.

“nah, i just communicate with children better.”

“do you want a baby girl? or a baby boy?”

a moment of thinking caused silence until he answered, “doesn’t matter. as long as i have my family.”

if she didn’t grow up with jungkook and didn’t see through his puberty and awkward and ugly moments, nobi might’ve just busted out a ring and married him then and there.

...

kazuki and hana were amused at the smiling face of the usually shy jungkook and the anger and irritation that radiated off of the girl beside him. the father gently took hold of his daughter from jungkook’s arms and she giggled, seemingly happy to see her father again.

hana placed a hand on nobi’s arm and squeezed in gratitude. “thank you so much, kura.”

nobi had no energy left in her to lie a smile so she sighed. “you’re really welcome. but she’s a handful. she kinda reminds me of maiya.”

kazuki laughed at the mention of their youngest sister. “you stayed with grandmother for a year because you hated her crying.”

“exactly.”

“she was really nice, hyung.” jungkook reassured the man. “loud, but sweet.”

“then she should be over any time, right?”

“during the day, yes.” but she made a cross with her arms. “but nighttime, is no no.”

“either way, thank you so much, sakura, jungkook-ssi.” hana gratefully said and the family finally moved to leave.

nanako, who had her head on her father’s shoulder, turned to peak at the two who were slowly getting farther away and raised a wobbly hand as if saying her good-byes.

“bye bye, my little munchkin!” jungkook yelled and she giggled, flapping her arms.

when they were out of sight, nobi sighed and felt the relief flowing through her veins.

“she’s an absolute adorable little baby. but if i have to spend another night with her, i will lose it.”

jungkook laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer.

“again, it’s to prepare for the future, right? because i really want a munchkin of my own.”

a/n: don’t be silly, wrap your willy

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Harry potter and the set of trigger words part 1 (..harry potter...duh.)

A odd fact not known to many, as it turned out your normal run of the mill wizard was actually quite easier to put under trance and implant key words even with only a basic knowledge of hypnotism. This would be a fact Harry discovered to his delight having gotten interested in it over the course of a summer and trying it out for fun on the train ride to Hogwarts. Of course with him using it on his friend the triggers were just harmless ones, like every time Ron would hear a five sharp knocks on a door he'd bark like a dog, Or Hermione becoming a stereotype ditz if she was offered bubble gum till the flavor ran out. He also quickly removed said trigger once they got to the school and erased the memory of the act of them ever being in place. However, encouraged by the success of his little experiment, Harry would slowly work his way up with more and more amusing/twisted triggers on students he wasn't all that fond of till he came up with the perfect set for one blond haired prat: Draco Malfoy. Getting the blond twat monkey alone to work his mojo hadn't of been easy, but once it was done and Harry had removed the memory of the triggers even being place, it was time to sit back and have some fun. Still Harry tried to at least be semi fair about it, and promised himself to only use his new found powers if Draco was being a true and utter pain in the backside. which, again, this was Draco we were talking about, only took all of a day from the planting.

"ugh, did somebody cut the cheese?" Draco asked, walking into the dinning area and moving pass Harry, Ron and Hermione. He paused and then leaned down, taking a over the top sniff of Ron and then held his nose. "oh guess not, it's just a weasley!" He said and laughed, prompting his two loyal thugs to laugh with him even if the dim look on their faces meant they didn't get the joke. "really? reduced to making fart jokes Draco?" Hermione asked and rolled her eyes, moving in a bit closer to Ron and then wrinkling her own nose. the red head had skipped a shower after practice that day and well, did smell a bit ripe. "Ha! See? even you think he stinks!" Draco crowed and hooted with laughter. "You know Draco, it's not nice to tease others. Ron will smell fine once he gets a shower in but YOU'LL always just be a 'dirty boy'" Harry said, sipping some pumpkin juice and smirking. "Really? thats the best..you..got..?" Draco scoffed back but suddenly he felt weird and found himself starting to pop a squat. "ah..what are you doing?" Crab asked. Draco went to answer with his mouth, but a blast of ass gas from his rear handled the reply for him and then as his thugs looked on in disbelief and Hermione and Ron and Harry looked on with amusement, the back of Draco's jeans started to puff out as a horrid stench filled the area. "Is he crapping himself?" Ron asked, laughing and pinching his nose shut. "N-No! I'm not a stinky baby pants pooper!" Draco whined and then even as he was clearly fighting himself, he popped his thumb into his mouth and started to suckle on it as he kept destroying the seat of his pants. "I guess Draco's jealous of Ron's stink and wants to top it~ 'Isn't that right baby Draco?'" Harry asked. Hermione was moving back to the other side of the table where the air was a little fresher but had to turn and watch in amusement as now only did the teary eyed blond nod his head up and down, helpless to refuse the command but he also lisped around his thumb making drool run down. "Yesh 'arry. Ous wight." Draco whimpered and as he finished with the back of his pants, he closed his eyes and relaxed his bladder soaking the front. "Gah watch it!" Ron cried up, jumping up on the table before the smelly puddle the blond was making could reach him. Crab and Goyle had like wise stepped back away from Draco in part to avoid the puddle and the smell and to avoid being seen as besties with the pants pooping dork. Harry had been about to unleash his next command but instead decided to call off the torment for the moment as a certain raven haired potions master was storming towards Draco and did NOT look pleased. "Head's up stinky boy, your uncles coming." Harry advised and leaned back, casually munching on a slice of pie. 'dinner and a show..never a dull moment at Hogwarts.' he thought. Sadly it wasn't much of a show as Snape just wordlessly took Draco by the ear and led him off, taking the time to turn around and use a spell to clean up the mess the blond had left behind. "heh, I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that conversation." Ron mused. "Which the smell coming off of him flies wouldn't look out of place either." Hermione giggled, and that set them all off laughing.

it wasn't till they were in the relative quiet of the dorm room (a glare from Snape had sent the few slytherin's who had been sitting in the common room scampering off) That Snape finally spoke up to the blushing and ashamed Draco. "I thought you were done with this childish behavior after we had that talk during the summer young man." Snape said. "I..I wasn't doing it on purpose! Someone muse of cursed me or something!" Draco whined pathetically. this couldn't of been worse for the blond, his body just betraying him like that after that summer while Uncle Snape had been visiting he'd caught Draco purposely soiling himself and bouncing in it! "Considering you've been with your friends all day and no one took out a wand in the dinning room, I think that's highly unlikely." Snape said dryly. "Do you remember what I told you before?" Draco started to full on bawl and rub at his eyes, which combined with his soiled garments made him look like a over sized toddler. "T-That if you caught me messing m-myself like a little boy again y-you'd dress me to fit the role.." Draco sobbed. "Please! I'm telling you, it wasn't on purpose! give me anther chance!!" "It's against my better judgement to do so..but I also don't wanna be the uncle of the only nappy lad waddling around the school. there will be NO more chances though young man, do I make myself clear?" Snape asked. If Draco hadn't of already let all of his wee out in the dinning room, he would of soaked his pants here at the tone of his uncles voice and hiccuped and nodded. "Oh for heavens sake.." Snape sighed and waved his wand, a oversized green soother popping into Draco's mouth and the poor lad found himself forced to suckle on it. he couldn't even seem to tug it out of his mouth and whimpered and pointed at it, looking at his Uncle. "It'll come out once you get cleaned up. and after you're clean, strait to bed. no supper for pants pooper's." Snape said and then walked over, leaving the confused and ashamed boy the less then pleasant task of cleaning up. 'I just know Potters behind this somehow..' Draco thought and due to the heavy load in his seat, he was forced to waddle to the bathroom to clean up. the only saving grace of everything was that Draco was so tiny downstairs his uncle had never been able to notice that despite how ashamed and humiliated he was, Draco was rock hard.

word of Draco's accident spread like wild fire though the school and even though the teachers tried to encourage a forgive and forget policy Draco had simply made too many enemies in the school and was forced to endure multiple taunts, and worse, well meaning teachers calling him up to their desks several times a class and asking if he needed to use the rest room. the consent teasing had a effect of making Draco keep his fat mouth shut for a change and true to his earlier self promise Harry left him alone, though lord knows he longed to test the rumor he'd heard that Snape was prepared to put Draco back in nappies should he have anther accident.

At dinner that evening Harry noticed that Draco was sitting alone, other students had bunched in together as close as possible just to avoid being near him 'in case he went off' again. Feeling a tiny bit of guilt Harry, after clearing it with Ron and Hermione, got up to go and invite the poor git to sit with them. Draco was munching slowly on a piece of bread, resting his head on a fist and staring off with a million mile stare when Harry got his attention. "Hey Draco, I wa-" Harry started but was cut off as Draco yelped and jumped, snapped out of his daze. this got more laughs from the other students and Draco fumed and blushed as he glared at harry. "What do YOU want?" he huffed. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over and sit with me and my friends..you look a little lonely." Harry said, forcing down the urge to make Draco disgrace himself. the blond HAD had a rough day after all. "Do you really think I've sunk THAT low I'll take your pity just like that potter?" Draco huffed and leaned forward. "I don't know how, but I know for a FACT that somehow you were behind what happened yesterday. So thank you, fuck you." and Draco tossed the rest of the bread in his hand at Harry's head. "BYE!" eye twitching Harry clenched a fist and for a second thought of taking a swing at the brat, but again cooler heads prevailed because to be honest, Draco had EVERY right to be pissed with Harry and was on the nose. Still, he couldn't just let that go away totally unpunished and snorted. "Fine whatever. 'Why don't you just sit her and sulk while you suck on your thumb!'" Harry said and turned to leave, knowing even without the laughter that started up that Draco had just started to nurse on his thumb like a pouty toddler. the thumb sucking command would only last for 5 minutes but it was enough to get even more laughter directed Draco's way and a look of disdain from Snape. by the time he was able to free his thumb for his needy mouth Draco would have a extra nick name to go with Potty pants Malfoy: Sucky baby Draco.

with what happened in the dining room proving to Draco for sure that Harry had SOME form of a hold over him, he had planned to go over all the books and scrolls available in the common room to try and figure it out. He was willing to pull a all nighter if that's what it took. However the other slytherin's had other plans. "oi, isn't it past little thumb suckers bed time? it's going on 7:30 after all." Crab asked, blocking his path to the book shelf and smirking. "Bugger off, you know I can keep later hours." Draco said and and went to move around him. "you know.." Pansy said in her smug voice. "I heard that if widdle Draco her makes anther mess in his undies, it's back to nappies for the wholllle year~" Draco gulped and paled a little, noting how Goyle was coming up behind him now and back stepped away for his clearly ex thugs and friends. "I..I mean..G-guys c-come on.." Draco whimpered, realizing just how out classed he was in a physical fight have like a doofus having forgot his wand in his room. "So it IS true!" Pansy said and let out a shrill laugh. "I think you should just get it over with BABY Draco. Snape's coming back any time now and can see you in all your smelly glory again." Crab chuckled. "I..Uh..I don't even have to.." Draco mewed and held up his hands. "oh, you need help disgracing yourself? All you had to do was ask." Goyle said and unleashed a powerful gut punch that sent spit flying out of Draco's mouth and sank him down to his knees holding his gut, looking up at a sneering Goyle who added. "what are friends for?" the fear had been working his bladder like crazy and Draco had had maybe one too many drinks of milk at dinner because the force of the blow had his poor bladder unleash and for the second in for the second night in a row, he started to flood his pants. "Hahahaha the baby is wetting himself!" Pansy laughed then turned to see Snape standing there. "Professor! you're just in time! Draco wet himself! are you gonna put him in nappies now?" Draco was sniffling and tears welling up in his eyes as he turned to look at his uncle, who strolled over with a look of anger on his face and taking out his wand. "U-Uncle Snape Please I-" Draco started, but then Goyle, Pansy and Crab suddenly turned upside down and were floating in the air, "How utterly stupid do you three believe me to be to think that you could fool me like that?" Snape asked in a quiet voice full of rage. "even if I hadn't of been standing there and seen the last little bit of that, you really think I wouldn't of found the bruise?" he added and started to move his wand up and down shaking the three bullies and making them knock together before dropping them in a heap on the ground. "W-We're sorry!" Yelped Goyle, who was the first to scrabble to his feet. "Won't happen again!" Crab added getting up. "Totally hands off!" Pansy finished and got to her feet. "Oh no, you'll be hands on. If ANYONE else threatens Draco with physical violence, or worse..carries it out, it'll be YOU three I blame and come after. so it's in your best interest to make he stays relatively safe. That said, a little verbal humiliation will do him good, but Hand.Off. Do I make myself clear or do you need anther demonstration?" the three got the point and scrambled off and as Snape went to turn to Draco he got the soaked and smelly boy glomping his waist and whimpering out thanks, getting snot on him. "thank you thank you thank you!" '...I'm getting soft in my old age.' Snape thought dryly and ruffled the boys hair and then lead the way to the bathrooms to get him cleaned up.

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alilbihh · 5 years ago

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spaced out — 02

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summary: “take me to your leader.“ you couldn’t believe it. this man was otherworldly in all sense of the word. “well I hope you’re hungry, my dude, we’re going to visit the king of burgers.”

Planet A3022 is on the brink of extinction. with little to no females there to repopulate and its king not interested in any one of them, he assigns one of his most trusted men to retrieve a female suited to his tastes willing enough to take his hand in marriage. things go haywire once the man in question crash lands into the considerably non technological Planet EA4728 with you there as witness.

genre: fluff, humor (??), angst, highkey crack, poly!au, alien!au

pairing: alien!taehyung x reader x alien king! ??

a/n: thank you all for the support on this series!! i can’t believe the first part has over a hundred notes :(( ilysm

"You don't have to talk like that, you know."

"Hm?"

"You know, formally to everyone."

"Is that not common manners?" he asks, appalled, his words muffled as he speaks while simultaneously sipping on his milkshake, straw still between his lips.

You never thought you'd ever find the need to defend humanity in its entirety but, well, here you are, fine dining in a fast food restaurant with an alien sitting opposite you, wildly sucking on his first ever strawberry milkshake. Oh, the irony. "It's just easier to speak informally to most! Oh, well. I'll just teach you with time." You drum your fingers on your cheek for a second in thought before continuing, "How do you know our language, anyway?"

When you glance upwards, you find that he's staring longingly at his nearly empty plastic cup, bitterly twirling the straw around its edges. "It's a.. simple language, to be fair."

"Simple- how many languages do you know, then?"

"Only the easiest ones, and mostly the more widely used ones of each planet. I never thought I'd have to use this one in particular. I know maybe about... over one hundred?"

You almost choke on your own spit. "Wha-" you barely know the english language and this man is out here knowing over one hundred of them?! Humanity really has to step up their game. "You can't be serious?"

"I'm always serious." He says without breaking eye contact, resulting in his tongue awkwardly sticking out of his mouth in search for his straw. This man is hopeless.

Jin then appears out of seemingly nowhere, sauntering his way over to you both before slamming another strawberry milkshake onto the table along with his own drink. "For you, my good man."

Your lips are drawn into a thin line, expression flat as you watch an alien king's right-hand man make grabby hands for a strawberry milkshake, his eyes blown wide with wonder and lips parted just the tiniest bit. It's a sight to behold. Jin slides it closer to him.

You take to inspecting the inside of the fast-food restaurant. Everything is surprisingly neat, despite its rather grubby exterior. Even though the place is considerably empty, occupied only with its usual night dwellers, you're all cramped in the far end corner where Jin has to aggressively wave his arms in the air in order to be seen by the barely awake waiter.

With Taehyung opposite you and the older male to your left, you snort as you watch the latter flip through the menu rather solemnly, "Why are you looking at the menu? You're just going to order the lemon meringue pie."

"You don't know that." Jin says with furrowed brows seconds before turning towards the bored looking waiter, whispering, "I'd like the lemon meringue pie, please."

"You're insufferable." You watch with half lidded eyes as the waiter trudges away. Taehyung’s in a chirpy mood despite being awake at three in the morning and crash landing on an alien planet a mere few hours ago, and you suspect it's the milkshake. Yet the fact that he's so easily happy is oddly endearing.

"I can't believe when I met you, it was by an attempt made on my life." You mutter halfheartedly to the alien opposite you, the male in question only bothering with a few blinks in your direction as a response before continuing on his quest to finish his milkshake. You hope he doesn't ask for a third one, it's pretty expensive as it is.

"I'm just surprised he didn't finish the job." Jin says with a snicker and you, through your impressive selective hearing ability, promptly ignore him.

You should have taken Jungkook with to your alien questioning mission, if only because the little space is something you think he'd like, hot chocolates with latte art and corners with red, comfy cushions. But alas, the man has to balance his dance, martial arts, music, and his main passion; photography, all in his every day life- so he's in constant need of his nappy times and regular sleep schedules.

You suddenly wonder what Taehyung would be like, had he been a person from Earth. What his passions would be, what his hobbies would be. You wonder what kind of world he lives in. If it's the kind of world humanity can only dream of. If it's the kind of world humanity itself would dread.

Maybe that's something to think about later.

"How'd you manage to crash land here in the first place?" You ask, staring at the alien in question over the rim of your plastic cup. You just found an alien in the middle of the streets of Seoul in the mere year of 2019. You might as well make the best of it.

Taehyung, although hesitantly, places his strawberry treat onto the table as gently as possible, and you almost laugh at how delicately he's treating the thing, as if it were made of glass. He clears his throat, "For reasons unknown to even me, I was being pursued by an enemy spacecraft. Quite the skilled flyer they were, but their eagerness to kill made them unaware of their surroundings. Beginner's mistake." He tuts, and your jaw almost drops at how easily he speaks of the attempt on his own life.

"And?" Jin says eagerly as he urges him to continue, almost as if listening to a bedtime story, the sipping of his milkshake nearly obnoxiously loud.

"Yes, well," He chuckles, the sound a borderline giggle, if only for a second, "I managed to enter my emergency escape.. pod, as you called it, and made my ship self-destruct, in order to not harm any of your kind."

There's silence for a moment as you all process the information. All this trouble because some dude wanted some alien babies? This all just sounds like a poorly executed sci-fi that you wanted no part of, but you suppose there's no way out of it, not anymore. You had a threat hanging overhead brought on by the very man that needed your help and so, despite how little you can actually do, you'll do whatever it takes.

"So.. what now? Any idea how to get back to your planet?" You say through pursed lips, and there's a moment of silence as you all wait for Taehyung's response.

You lean forward a bit, Jin beside you unconsciously mimicking the action, and the alien lightly shakes the little bits of ice in the bottom of his empty cup with dejection before looking up with a start, as if he just remembered you were all there. "Oh!" He blinks. "No idea."

"HUH?"

Needless to say, you're all doomed.

When you all gather back into your and Jin's shared apartment, Jungkook is sprawled on the couch half-asleep and Hoseok is probably somewhere in Jin's room, with Jin quick to join him as you all arrive, though not without first ruffling your hair and muttering a small, "Sleep well."

Jungkook's really not supposed to be here since there's barely enough space for you, Jin and Hoseok— now with the inclusion of Taehyung for who knows how long—and there's really no other place to sleep. You guess he hadn't really considered that.

Resolutely, you grab a futon shoved somewhere in your closet, and drop it carelessly onto the floor along with a random pillow. "Sleep."

Taehyung stares down at it, blinking solemnly. He makes a little noise of dejection before pointing at the thing, lips pursed, "I apologize, but what am I supposed to do with this?"

You sigh, deeply, scooping up the futon and hastily spreading it over the floor, in the middle of the living room, just behind the couch Jungkook's currently occupying. You could feel your eye bags weighing you down as you then gesture to the now organized futon, "Sleep."

Anyone could tell he had further complaints, but after a moment of hesitation he sighs, shoulders slumping in defeat. You then watch as he, rather awkwardly, bends to the floor to settle on his knees, pausing for a moment or two to glance upwards at you with pursed lips. You nod, gesturing for him to continue, and he gnaws on his lower lip before slowly moving to lay down, disproportionate and all as he settles onto the futon in a fetus position.

For a few moments too long he shifts, as if trying to get into a comfortable position but not knowing how to. At one point he's laying face down on the thing, and after a few torturous moments you sigh a borderline sob before lightly kicking his side, aggressively whispering, "Okay, okay, get off, I get it."

You move him into your room, and he falls asleep the second his head hits your pillow.

Despite most of your subconscious urging you to shut the door hard enough to tear it off its hinges, you're careful to lightly close it behind you, taking significantly large steps as you trudge towards the living room. Before long you're staring down at the futon laid hastily on the floor, the urge to throw it out the window once again surfacing somewhere within you among your other rather chaotic thoughts.

You lie down with a huff, staring up at the ceiling, past the glow in the dark stars Jin had glued onto the ceiling all those years ago and past all the paint that's started to chip off a while ago but you never bothered fixing. Everything is a mess in your mind, all painting compositions and aliens, a combination you never expected but don't really welcome in the slightest.

A blob of brown with a sleepy, albeit cheeky smile pops into your field of vision from the front of the couch, bringing you out of your thoughts with little effort on his part. The blob, unsurprisingly Jungkook, blows hesitant raspberries in your direction, and you answer with one of your own. He snorts, sitting upwards with a groan, resting his chin on the back of the couch and looking down at you with furrowed brows, "What're you doin' up?"

You chuckle lightly at how out of breath he looks to be in, replying with a voice just barely louder than a whisper, despite knowing how the two 'Seoks sleep like the dead. "Just some problems with.. Taehyung. Alien. I don't know anymore."

"Sounds relatable."

"It does, doesn't it?" You snort, looking back at the ceiling. Despite how many times you've threatened to tear down these stars, you know you won't. It's somewhat calming, and maybe that was Jin's goal in gluing them up there. Maybe he knows that, too. "I don't know what to do."

"The usual, then." You throw your pillow at him. "AH— I'm kidding!" He giggles, really giggles, a small little thing, cheeks spread wide. "But seriously, no one does. And maybe that's okay sometimes. To just go with the flow, you know?"

"An alien is sleeping in my bed, Guk."

He rolls off the couch as he responds, "I know that! But, like, still." Suddenly the boy is towering over your form, bending and gesturing for you to move over. You do, albeit dejectedly, but he's happy as he lays down next to you, even with half of his body on the floor and the other half on the futon, so maybe it's okay.

You're both staring at the makeshift stars in thought for a moment before he continues, "Do you want me to help pay rent? I know it'll be harder now, you know, with Taehyung here. Taehyung-hyung? Do you think he's a hyung? How long do you think his lifespan is?"

You try not to let your smile show through your voice. "You don't have to do that, Guk, you can barely pay for yourself."

"You don't know that!" You do. "But.. Tell me if you need anything, okay?"

Your heart melts at his kind consideration, all honey liquid and melted gold. You're so fond. "I will, Guk."

It's quiet after that, the only sounds being the few cars outside and Jungkook's occasional shift in position, but you're both looking up, both equally in thought. There's something soothing about the stillness of the moment. You suddenly notice a streak of paint in the middle of the ceiling—a color you can't really identify in the dark— and you have no idea how it got there or when, but you guess it must be your own doing.

Jungkook suddenly laughs lightly to himself, and you hum to urge him to elaborate. He complies, "Sorry, I just suddenly remembered why Jin-hyung put those up there." He lazily gestures at the stars. "So that you wouldn't feel lonely when you end up falling asleep on the couch. Or in general."

"Yeah." You chuckle, "College was wild, huh?"

"That's around the same time I got a lizard for a week and Hobi-hyung shaved, like, half his hair off. Huh. Doesn't that time feel like a weird, collective fever dream?"

You chortle at that, careful not to raise your voice too much. "You just reminded me of it, god."

You're both laughing and, for the moment, everything feels warm. It always does in this apartment, alien in it or not. A comfortable kind of warm. Cold days sat by the fire kind of warm. Shame on you if Taehyung were to be the one to ruin that. You're taking this damn alien home, you're sure of it. You have to be.

"Uh, are you going to sleep soon, or..?"

When you look over, the man is already asleep, nuzzling into the very edge of your pillow.

"Alright listen up, sporks, we need a game plan." Says an overly confident Jin, waving his spatula around like a makeshift weapon. Maybe it was. You wouldn't be surprised.

"I would love to hear it." Taehyung says as he then chooses that very moment to walk inside the kitchen and, despite his usual calm demeanor, you've then learned he's not at all a morning person. Though he had been awake since early this morning, seemingly restless, marching around the house as if looking for something but with no idea of what it is.

"Why do you look dead inside, my dude?" Hoseok asks with furrowed brows, soggy cereal slipping from his spoon. Taehyung jumps a bit, seemingly startled, but is quick to compose himself.

"I'm used to waking up early to help around the palace. I suppose there's no need for that here, though." He mutters, more to himself than anything, before pointing at an empty seat by the kitchen table. "Am I allowed to sit?"

"Of course, go ahead." Jin exclaims, patting at Taehyung's head when the younger male passes by. You guess it's instinct by now.

The house is still that same comfortable kind of warm as Taehyung's stay continues; not in an intruding kind of way, just kind of there, lingering by the corner where he's easy to miss. It's like he's going over the top not to disturb you, despite worming his way into your life mostly by force. He's as hard to crack as he is to get used to, but that won't stop you from trying.

"Jin-hyung," Says a tired Jungkook, halfheartedly gesturing in the oldest's direction, "I don't wanna think about our game plan for now. Can we have pancakes first?"

You glance in Taehyung's direction, wondering if he'd ever had pancakes. He looks calm, but slightly fidgety, if the way he's messing with his hands under the table says anything. There's a small stain on his shirt. It kinda looks like ketchup. You wonder how that got to the back of his shirt. "Pancakes does sound nice." You mutter.

And so, you postpone your responsibilities in favor of pancakes. And all is well, as all things should be.

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renee-writer · 5 years ago

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Late! Chapter 21 Cravings

Brianna sighs as she attempts to get comfortable on her mam's sofa. At almost 7 months, no position was entirely comfortable. But her sighs have a different quality that gets Claire’s attention.

She has just changed Sloan's clot and sat him on the plaid on the floor. He had just learned to sit up a week ago to his parent's and big sister’s delight. She joins her daughter.

“What is it luv, the baby causing trouble?”

“Some,” She stretches trying to relief the ache in her back. Her momma moves closer and massages it. Her daughter breaths out in pleasure. “Thanks momma.”

“Is this all that is troubling you?”

Another sigh. “I was just thinking of all the modern things that are so helpful with a newborn. Disposal nappies, baby wipes, teething rings, drugs that help take away the pain.”

Claire's hand pauses on her daughter's back. “Are you regretting not going back?”

“No! No we want to be here. I just wish there was a way to bring some modern things here.” Claire nods in understanding as she resumes the smooth circles over her daughter’s back.

“Well Sloan likes the teething bone your da gave him.” The lad happily sits gnawing on the heavy turkey leg bone. Claire had boiled it before letting her son have it. She most admit, it seems to be helping him break his first tooth in. Bree smiles down at her baby brother. “The cloth soaked in aloe has keep Sloan and Germain’s little bottoms rash free. I will do all I can to see my grandchild into the world with as little pain as possible but I am afraid I can’t figure out a way to make disposable nappies.” Bree leans back a hugs her momma with one hand.

“I love you momma. Sloan is the happiest healthiest baby I have ever seen. We will do fine. It is just I have cravings. I don’t know what to do about them.”

“What are you craving?”

“Pizza!” Said in a longing voice. “But I can't see..”

“I think we can do pizza. Dough we have, canned tomatoes, cheese, some fresh ham, spices.”

“Oh momma! Your grandson and I would be so happy.”

“Well then, let’s go make pizza.” She helps her to her feet and gathers up her son. He offers her the bone he has been happily chewing on. “No lamb, momma doesn’t want that. That is for Sloan but thank you.” He waves it around with a laugh before returning it to his mouth.

They enter the kitchen, placing Sloan back on the floor. Mrs. Bug has several mounds of dough raising. Perfect. They take one and start to spread it out. Mrs. Bug reenters and looks in puzzlement at them.

“What are ye about?”

“We are making a dish Brianna recalls from Boston.” The old lady just nods and goes back to working on the rest of the dough. They spread it as thin as possible before Claire reaches for the canned tomatoes. Mrs. Bug shudders. They know she thinks them poisonous. “I promise Mrs. Bug, I am not out to poison my family.”

“Nae, of course not.” But she still looks doubtful. Claire empties a jar into the big bowl used for mixing. She adds minced garlic, onions, and parsley, to it. She then starts to grind it all together, turning the tomatoes into more of a sauce. It is spread on the dough as Bree crumbles some goat cheese. It is sprinkled onto the prepared dough. Ham is diced and added. This is when Roger and Jamie walk in.

“Pizza!” Roger exclaims.

“So we are hoping.”

“What is pizza?” Jamie comes up to study it.

“A food from Boston our daughter is craving.” A small gesture towards Mrs. Bug. “So we decided to make it.”

“Wonderful.” Roger Mac says and Jamie ken’d Brianna isna the only one craving.” They move the pizza into the oven. Soon the tantalizing smell of the pizza fills the room and even Mrs. Bug's mouth was watering. Sloan, smelling food, starts to fuss. Jamie lifts him up.

“What is the scrimmage about?” he asks him. The baby throws the bone down and starts to chew on his fist. “Like that then.” He carries his hungry son over to Claire who places him on her breast. He knows if he lives to be a hundred, no sight will fill him with as much joy as that sight. The sight of their bairn feeding from her breasts.

Brianna pulls the steaming pie out of the oven. She carries it to the dining room table and cuts it. Her family joins her and Roger carries a piece to Mrs. Bug, still working in the kitchen.

“How does one eat this pizza?” Jamie asks.

“See da,” Brianna picks it up and takes a bite off the end. Her moan is involuntary. The others join here.

“This is better then we get at home.” Roger Mac says. Jamie doesn’t know what it tastes like in their time but it is quite tasty in his. Sloan is giving a piece of crust to gnaw on. Everyone is happy with the pizza dinner, even Mrs. Bug( who takes a piece for Mr. Bug), and Brianna’s craving is satisfied.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #late!#cravings

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wisebananawinner-blog · 4 years ago

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Guide And Tips For Your New Baby

Mentally preparing for the new baby

Remember this, women adjust to having a new baby faster than men; so, do not expect husbands to start being all fatherly after the pregnancy is announced. They are not like that. Women adjust better to the new baby, mentally, because they experience physical, emotional and psychological changes. These changes help them adjust to the new baby quicker. However, men start feeling the new baby when they see the bump or feel the flicker of baby movement over mommy’s belly.

Physically preparing for the new baby

There is nothing much a new father can do to prepare to the new baby. What needs to be done by a father needs to be done BEFORE the new baby is conceived. However, the new father can try quitting smoking, quitting drinking and other vices once the new baby is conceived. The new mother needs to do the same too.

Planning for the new baby: the house and car

With the new baby, depending on whether you are planning to co-sleep with the baby or whether you are planning to plonk the baby in a separate room affects the changes to your home. Either way, we recommend having a separate room for your new baby, even if the new baby is going to be sleeping with the new parents for the first couple of months. A baby crib, some toys, a place to put all the baby’s clothes, shelves to convenient grab lotions, creams, diaper wipes, diapers, etc. off near the changing table is a MUST.

You will also need to think about getting a baby chair too; baby chair for the house (at the right height for the dining table) and a baby chair for the car (for traveling). Some baby chairs can be adjusted to fit the adult dining chair AND fit into the car at the same time. They are a little bit more expensive than the conventional baby chairs, but the multi-function is extremely convenient PLUS it is downright comfortable for your new baby.

Other essential stuff for your new baby

Frankly speaking, the essentials depend wholly on your own preference, budget and lifestyle. You can live without some of these things if you think you would rather not waste the money.

If you have had previous babies before, you probably do not need too many new baby clothes. New babies outgrow their clothes terribly fast and it would be a waste of money to splurge on new clothes. You can get hand-me-downs from nieces and nephews too, if you want. What you should probably get are blankets, sweaters, coats, and clothes for going out. At home, your new baby is not going to mind old clothes. In fact, it is a fact that your new baby is probably going to like wearing the old clothes better than the new clothes. Don’t forget the feeding utensils like baby bowls, breast pump (if you’re planning to pump breast milk for your new baby at work), baby bottles, cloth nappies, diapers, baby wipes, lotions, shampoo, bath gels, towels, baby blankets, baby bedding, bibs, stroller, etc.

And do not worry, you will do fine. The best thing to do is to get unbiased referrals from friends and family.

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I know people keep asking for sick fics ( maybe it’s all this CoVid-19 stuff 😷) but I would love a snippet of sick Joe or injured Joe. Maybe he sprains his ankle or gets laryngitis and can’t speak? I just wanna see how baby he gets when he has rami waiting on him constantly and maybe rami turns into a bit of a mother hen. Perhaps joe still wants sexy times when he’s sick and rami is like “nope!”

Rami looks back and forth between Joe and the staircase leading up to their flat, and then sighs. “Okay,” he says. He looks down at Joe’s ankle, and then bites on his lip. “If I take your crutches for a moment, will you be alright?”

“You’re just going to just abandon me on the streets on London?” Joe asks. Rami opens his mouth to respond and Joe just smiles, awkwardly hopping up, leaning against the wall, and holding his crutches out to Rami. “I’m joking,” he says.

“Okay,” Rami says, “I’ll be right back. Please don’t fall.” He takes the crutches and unlocks the door, hurrying up the stairs to leave the crutches there, and then he hurries back down.

“You didn’t give me enough time to pretend I’d fallen and couldn’t get up,” Joe says.

“Please, Joe, just – I just need to get you upstairs.”

Joe smiles a bit. “You’re worrying too much,” he says.

“I don’t care.” Rami wraps his arm around Joe’s waist and Joe hops away from the wall, holding onto Rami. “Just, ugh, if Ben and Gwil were here we could carry you up.”

“Ooh, I’d like that,” Joe says, and he clutches at Rami as they step up into the building. He loses the smile a bit when he looks up the staircase to the flat, and he just looks Rami. “Maybe we just live down here for awhile.”

Rami smiles sadly. “We could find a hotel with a room on the first floor.”

“That sounds nice,” Joe says, and he shifts a bit, bouncing on his good foot. “Come on, I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Rami asks.

Joe nods. “Just promise you’ll give me a lot more pain medication when we get up there.”

Rami smiles, and nods. “I’ll give you whatever you need when we get up there.”

“A blow job?” Joe asks, and Rami rolls his eyes.

“No, you’re injured.”

“My dick isn’t.”

“Joe, come on, please.” Rami tightens his arm around Joe’s waist, and Joe reaches out, grasping onto the railing with his hand, and he jumps up, wavering a bit, but Rami keeps him steady.

“Oh, this is fine,” Joe says, and he jumps up again. “We’ll be home in about an hour.”

It doesn’t take an hour, but by the time they get to the top step, Joe’s arm is tired, his good leg is tired, and they’re still only at the front door. Rami unlocks it while Joe leans against the wall, catching his breath, and then Rami hands Joe his crutches.

“Oh god,” Joe mutters as he takes them, and he hobbles into the flat, looking around. “Can I just live in the dining room?” he asks. “That sounds good.”

“I’d like to get you on the sofa,” Rami says, “if you can make it.”

Joe groans but he keeps moving, heading down the hallway. As soon as he’s close enough, he drops his crutches and throws himself onto the sofa, wincing a bit. “Ow,” he mutters.

“I’ll be right back,” Rami says, and he’s darting upstairs, taking them a couple at a time.

Joe just shifts on the sofa, looking over at Augie, who’s come over to investigate. “Well, well, well,” Joe says, “if it isn’t the Devil himself. I survived. Despite your best efforts.” Augie meows, and Joe smiles, reaching out to him. “Okay, fine, I still love you.”

Rami comes down after a couple minutes, arms full, and he walks over to Joe, crouching beside him. “Okay,” he says, “I’ve got blankets, and a couple pillows, and I’ve got your pain meds.”

Joe looks up at him. “You’re ready to go, then,” he says.

“Here,” Rami says, and he helps Joe sit up, putting a pillow behind his back. He smiles at Joe and gives him a quick kiss, before he lifts his foot up, putting a pillow under it. He looks at Joe again and gives him another kiss, and Joe laughs softly.

“Is that how nurses usually treat their patients?” Joe asks. “Kisses?”

“Only the good ones,” Rami says. “Here, you need to get your jacket off.” He helps Joe’s arms out of it, and then Rami sets it down, and starts tucking the blanket in around Joe. “Oh, I’ll get you something to drink for your pills. Oh, do they need to be taken with food? Are you alright?” He presses his hand to Joe’s forehead.

“I don’t have a fever,” Joe says.

“Do you want soup?”

“Also don’t have the flu.”

Rami frowns a bit. “I know that,” he says. “I just want…are you okay? Do you feel okay?”

Joe smiles, nodding. “I wouldn’t mind a really good, big, greasy burger,” he says. “And some fries.”

Rami sighs, and nods. “Okay, I don’t think that will help you heal, but I’ll order it anyway.”

“Thank you,” Joe says. He shifts a bit, tugging at the blankets.

“What?” Rami asks. “Are you hurt? Is it your head? Are you in pain?”

“I didn’t hit my head,” Joe says, “I’m okay. I just. Uh. A question.”

“Yes?”

Joe thinks for a moment. “Uh, how am I…the bathroom is upstairs.”

Rami makes a face and looks towards the staircase. “I…don’t know,” he says. “Do you have to go now?”

“Not yet,” Joe says, “but sometime soon yeah, probably.”

Rami sighs, thinking. “Uh. Huh, I…should I buy you nappies?”

Joe just looks at him.

“Or I can get a jar?”

“Oh my god,” Joe says, head falling back a bit.

“I don’t know how to help,” Rami says, and Joe just smiles, shaking his head.

“It’s okay,” Joe says, “we’ll figure…something out.” He reaches out to Rami. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Rami says, “I don’t know what you mean, you’re the one who fell.”

“You’re the one who’s freaking out.”

“I just want you to be okay,” Rami says. “I – you’ve never not been okay.”

“And I’m still okay,” Joe says. “I’m okay. I’m tired. And pain meds would be great –”

Rami jumps up to go get them, and Joe smiles, reaching out to take Rami’s hand.

“But mostly I just want you to be okay too,” Joe says. “I’m okay. It’s okay, yeah?”

Rami sighs, and settles back down on the sofa. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” Joe says, and he smiles at Rami. “As much as it hurts, I still like being your patient,” he says, and Rami just smiles back.

“I like taking care of you,” Rami says, and he leans in, giving Joe a kiss.

#answering asks #snippet headcanon #mazlek

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canid-slashclaw · 4 years ago

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The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22

Chapter 23

"Out late again, huh?" She said in a sassy tone.

"Up late again, huh! Shouldn't you be in bed already?"

"Were you out with that charr girlfriend again? Getting some of that, rawwrrrr?"

Kaleb lost it.

“SHUT UP RACHEL! I'm sick of your nonsense!"

She screamed back. "Well it's true! You have been seeing her, haven't you?"

"It's none of your damned business who I see!"

The commotion woke up their youngest sibling, Katie. Within a few moments, she ambled down the stairs carrying her stuffed teddy bear as she looked at her big brother with a sleepy set of eyes.

"Why are you yelling?"

Kaleb ran to her and picked her up. "Sorry sweetie. Your big sister and I were just having a little discussion. Rachel - put her to bed, please."

"Why me? You were the one who woke her up by yelling at the top of your lungs," Rachel retorted.

"DO AS I SAY!" Kaleb erupted.

Forgetting that he was holding his little sister close to his mouth, the force of his shout hurt Katie's ears to the point she started bawling. The noise had finally drawn the attention of Mother Shirley who had come to investigate what all the hoopla was about.

"What in Dwayna's name is going on here??" Mother Grimwald said tersely as she strode over to comfort a wailing Katie.

"Sorry, mom. It's just Rachel being a little mouthy brat, that's all," Kaleb commented while trying to console his bawling little sister.

"At least I'm not getting pussy...cat late at night with a charr!" Rachel shot back.

Kaleb was now flushed with rage. "Don't you know when to cut it??"

Shirley looked her son in the eyes as the nature of her facial expression began to change. "Rachel - take Katie to her room right this instant! Son - that look on your face... I've seen it before."

"What are you talking about, mom?"

"He's in love with that charr. The two of them have been doing it with each other. I have proof," Rachel said as she carried Katie up to her room.

"What are Kal and the charr doing with each other?" Katie asked innocently.

"Nevermind sis. When you get older, you'll understand," her older sister said as she opened the door to her younger sister's room.

"Kaleb! Is it... is it, true? Have you actually been...?" His mother was at a loss for words.

"Mom. Rachel is trying to embarrass me, that's all."

His mother's look suddenly changed from shock to an expression of sadness mixed with rage. "No. Nooo. By Lyssa's mercy, it can't be!!"

Shirley began to bawl openly as she pointed towards her son. Within moments, the elder Grimwald, Daniel, stepped in from the back kitchen door while hobbling along using a crutch. As soon as she saw her husband, she walked over towards him, nestled her head into his chest crying then pointed towards Kaleb.

"Our son has been having relations with that female charr! I know that look on his face anywhere. It's the look of a forlorn lover, that's what it is!" His mother's bawling became even more intense.

"What's this all about? Shirley, what in the Sixs' name is going on?" Daniel said as he tried comforting his distraught wife.

"He is in love with that charr whose life he saved, that's what. Ever wonder why he packed so much meat during his picnics?"

Moments later, Rachel came down the stairs carrying a large book with a tan parchment piece of paper inserted between the pages.

"He has been screwing that charr too. Here - I have proof!"

His sister ran to the dining room table then laid out the book. She opened it to the pages displaying the explicit illustrations of charr engaged in mating positions. She also placed the letter on the table that Amalthia had written to Kaleb as well.

Both of Kaleb's parents saw the illustrations as Rachel stood back with a wide, sinister grin on her face.

"Son. Is this true?" The elder Grimwald asked with a voice of shock.

"What are you talking about?" Kaleb responded.

"Did you have carnal relations with a charr?" His mother asked pointedly. "Rachel - go to your room NOW young lady. I will discuss the nature of your possession of such a filthy book at a later time. For now, just go!"

The middle child ran back to her room but not before giving Kaleb a razzing before departing.

"Answer you mother's question, son. Did you have unholy relations?" His father asked in an even tone.

Kaleb stood his ground. "Father, there is nothing about our relationship that is unholy. She and I have been together for awhile."

"Answer the damn question, son... did you have this kind of relationship with her?" His father said as he pointed towards the graphic illustrations.

"What business is it of yours if I did?" His son spat.

His mother summoned the courage to read the love letter. When she did her expression turned to sheer horror. Father Grimwald read it as well. When he did, his face darkened with anger.

"So it's true... you are in love with this charr."

Mother Grimwald became unhinged as she ran over, grabbed the objectionable book and began tearing the pages to shreds. As she shredded the material, she began reciting every scriptural verse she was able to recall.

"This evil is to never defile our blessed house again! Such immoral filth has corrupted your soul, son. May Grenth have mercy on your misguided deeds," she said as she frantically began gathering up the hewn remnants of the book.

"Well, Grenth can just stick it where the sun don't shine! Same goes for the other Five. And yes, I am in love with Amalthia. She has a name in case you didn't comprehend that. Oh, and hail Abaddon!" Kaleb snarked as he gave a mocking ceremonial bow to a god he did not believe in.

His father had reached his breaking point. "Son. You do not blaspheme the Six and you certainly do not praise the Fallen One. What's happened to you?"

"I fell in love, dad. With someone I truly care about and who truly cares about me. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Patricia cares about you, about us, about this family!" His father shot back.

"She only cares about this land, father. You more than anyone knows this to be true."

"Why, son. Whyyy??" Shirley started to bawl again.

"So you leave a perfectly beautiful girl with a prosperous loving family to be with, to be with an animal?"

Kaleb's rage had tipped the boiling point as well. "If you weren't my dad, I would deck you for calling Amalthia that. Grow a godsdamn backbone for a change, father! You only approve of Trish because Mom is so desperate for a Grimwald to pop out some grandkids. She doesn't have any clue how much Trish's father, Milton, has been coveting this land and for how long."

"That's it, son! You've talked back to me, insulted your mother, blasphemed the Six and committed unholy relations with a beast. You Kaleb Grimwald, are no longer welcome to stay under this abode!" His father shouted in a raging tone that Kaleb had never heard before.

"So you're kicking me out onto the streets? Who’s going to run your business?"

"My brother, Bill, and his son will offer a hand. Either way, I'll manage. I just want you out of this house within the hour. Otherwise I will call the authorities," Daniel said as he gave his son a harsh glare. Kaleb sunk to the floor as a torrent of tears fell from his dark brown eyes. Everything that he ever knew and loved was collapsing all around him at once.

It took a little over an hour for Kaleb to pack his belongings. When he was finished, he wandered with only a backpack over his shoulders and his trusty weapons by his side. As he was heading down, Katie opened the door from her room then ran down the stairs to hug him.

"You have a nappie pack on. Where are you going?"

Kaleb knelt down and hugged her. "It's okay, sweetheart. Big brother has to go away for a while. Remember, no matter what happens, your big brother will always love ya."

"How long will you be gone?" His little sister asked.

"I wish I knew, Katie," Kaleb said as he leaned past her and looked at his father's stern expression.

I wish I knew.

He departed the one place he had called home his entire life. Once a promising son who was slated to take over the wagon making business, was now unemployed, destitute and - for the first time in his life - without a place to call home.

Kaleb knew the only place that was like a home away from home for him was the Jotun's Corpse tavern. Perhaps Ulfgar would offer him a place to stay. He had the skills to become a freelance bounty hunter along with plenty of local connections, so finding a way of earning income wouldn't be a problem. At least he wanted to believe that, anyways.

When he arrived at the tavern, it was already past one in the morning. By this time, the establishment would normally be closed. However, on this night, he found that the gaslights were still illuminated. As he reached for the door handle, he noticed a hand-written note that was stuck to the front window.

Kaleb:

A special someone has been waiting here for you for quite some time. Feel free to come in.

~Ulf

The bar was empty save for the massive norn who was wiping down the mahogany top. Kaleb walked forward and Ulfgar waved for him to sit down.

"Took you long enough to get here. What's with the long face, boy?"

Kaleb looked down somberly. "Long story. I got your note on the door. Who's this 'special' someone?"

The old norn looked at him, smiled then waved his hand as if gesturing for an unseen someone to come on over. "Who could be, eh? A mighty fine lass, she is."

"Kaleb?" Came the voice from behind the young man.

He recognized it immediately.

"Amalthia??"

When he turned around to look, he saw her standing there, head bowed, her somber amber eyes looking straight at him. As she approached, her facial expression changed to a much more joyous one as she opened her arms wide.

"Kaleb! Get over here, you!" The two lovers embraced and Kaleb's heart was filled with a measure of happiness once more.

"I can't believe you waited all this time hoping that I'd be here. Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he said to her as they held hands.

Amalthia's ears twitched while squeezing his hand hard. "I would have slept in the pouring rain next to a mucking stall if it meant you would eventually be there. Kaleb, there's so much I have to tell you..."

"It's okay, Ama. I'm in the same boat too."

Ulfgar smiled at both of them then offered each a stein of mead. "Yer two outliers if I ever saw 'em. These are on the house. Now tell your good friend Ulf what happened, lad."

Amalthia looked at him and was curious as well. "At the risk of sounding like a drunken parrot, what did happen?"

Kaleb lowered his head as he stared into his mug. "My parents found out about our relationship - no thanks to my backstabbing little twit-of-a sister. Anyway, I got into a heated argument with my folks and wound up getting kicked outta the house."

"Oh no!" Amalthia said as she tried to console him.

"That's terrible news, lad." Ulfgar shook his head.

"So now, I have no place to go."

"Lad. You'll always have a place here when things get tough. So long as you can earn yer keep, there's a room upstairs waitin' for ya. Both of ya, in fact"

"Ulfgar, that is too kind of you. Thank you!" She said as she reached over to give the old norn a hug.

"It's never a problem helping friends. Your sire and I go way back and the least I could do is help his only cub. Besides, I would very much like to get to know you better as you won over one of the best humans I've ever had the honor of serving drinks to."

"Thank you, Ulf. It means a lot. Kaleb - I wanted to tell you that my sire, um... father holds no ill feelings towards you. What he did was just an act to convince mother we were no good to her anymore. From now on, she should no longer pose a threat to you or anyone. For all intents and purposes, she's out of our lives for good," Amalthia explained.

"Thank you, Ulfgar." Kaleb, then, looked at Amalthia and said. "None taken. I probably would have done the same thing had I been in his paw pads. You are lucky to have a father who protects you the way he does."

Kaleb gazed into her amber eyes then kissed her on the forehead. Amalthia's ears twitched in gratitude.

"I'm assuming you are no longer working for your family anymore. If that's the case then how do you plan on making an income?" She asked.

A sudden flash of inspiration came into Kaleb's mind. "Amalthia. How about you and I go into the business of freelance bounty hunting together? We worked really well as a team before and with your skills and mine paired together, we could make a killing! Quite literally, I might add too."

She thought about it for a moment before smiling and nodding to him in agreement. "Funny thing. I was thinking along similar lines as well. But what shall we call our little enterprise?"

Ulfgar chimed in. "Um. Outliers sounds like a fitting name if ya ask me."

Both Kaleb and Amalthia looked at each other and smiled widely.

"Outliers!"

"You are an inspiration, old friend!" Kaleb said as he clapped the norn on the shoulder.

Amalthia had a flash of insight of her own as well. "We need a theme to go with our brand. Hey! I could talk to Ariyana. She does all kinds of custom outfits. I think I could talk her into designing us some."

"Good call. But we are going to need a catchy logo of some sort. Oie! My brain is exhausted from all of the excitement," Kaleb said as he tried to think of some interesting concepts.

"There's been plenty of excitement for both of us, Kal. Ulf - I'm still employed by my sire so I've got plenty of coin if you need a down payment for rent," Amalthia said as she pulled a leather coin purse from her pocket.

"Thank you, lass. But you and Kaleb have to get your house in order first. I'll quote you a very fair price once the two of you get things squared. Now get some rest, both you pups. Tomorrow is a brighter day."

Ulfgar showed Kaleb and Amalthia the upstairs room that was available. Once they were settled into their new surroundings, the pair mutually decided that donning garments of any kind was far too burdensome. Thus, they stripped down until both were lying on the large bed, completely bereft of clothing.

Amalthia nestled her head against Kaleb's chest as she purred in contentment. "My lower horns aren't hurting you, are they?"

"Nah. You're fine, honey," he said as he began stroking her long, golden mane.

"I'm just glad to be here with you." Her voice became a soft purr as she pushed her muzzle into the crook of his neck.

Resting his hand between her larger upper horns and stroking her lovely mane, something dawned on him.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"This will be our first night in bed together. I sure hope you have some birth control," Kaleb said in a tongue-in-cheek tone.

"Oh shut your hole, you! We are birth control together. Besides, it's not like my plumbing works down there anyway," Amalthia said as Kaleb rolled on top of her.

"Crap! I forgot about that. I'm so sorry."

She just smiled then slid her raspy tongue down his mouth for a moment before withdrawing. "I'm not. Now stop talking and make love to me, you big not-so-hairy beast!"

That night two souls from two different worlds shared their love together, for the first time, under the same roof.

(All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 23 is posted here.)

#gw2 fanfic #tyriaslibrary #the outliers #cw adult situations #kaleb and amalthia #human and charr #inter-species romance

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My Love For You (Pt. 2)

Requested: Anon: Imagine H being really in love w y/n celebrating his daughter birthday at Anne’s and everyone realising that Harry has found the one OMG THS IS REALLY CHESSY I LOVE IT

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, death of significant other.

Word Count: 11k+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A/N: Second part to MLFY. This was sad for me to write and I hope you lovelies enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this! Much Love!❤💓💞

“Evie! Evie! Darlin’ c’mon open the door, lovie.”

“No, daddy.”

“Evie… Look Evie I know you don’t like the dentist, but we gotta check those shiny teeth of yours, yeah?”

“Not today daddy.” Evie stuttered out.

“Would it be best if we invite Y/N wit’ us?” Harry said, as he was beginning to sound more convincing.

“Is she coming wit’ us?” Evie asked as her voice soft and heartbreaking for Harry. He knew that Evie was going to start tearing up.

“We can call her if she is available. Please open the door, lovie. I’m sorry, I should’ve not lied to ya.” Harry apologized, as he rested his forehead on the cold wooden surface of the door.

There was no response back behind Evie’s door. Which probably explained the soft footsteps that were heard behind the door.

“Call her daddy.”

“Now if she says yes, will you promise to open this door?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Now open the door, Evie.”

Evie slowly opened the door as Harry stared down at Evie with saddened eyes. She was already dressed, because she thought they were going to the park, but when Harry told her that they were actually going to the dentist, Evie ran to her room and locked it. She hated the dentist, could we blame her?

“You said we were going to the park daddy, you liar!” Evie exclaimed, as her eyes began to develop tears.

“I know Evie. I’m so sorry little bub, but what else could I have done? You hate the dentist.”

“You didn’t have to lie, daddy. The doctor stinks. And the nurses are always mean.” Evie pouted, as Harry knelt down to wipe away the fallen tears that slipped down her cheeks.

“How so?”

“They put pens in me mouth. That’s mean!” Evie exclaimed as she squished her daddy’s cheeks together making him look like a puffer fish.

Harry smiled at his daughter as she concluded her argument that the dentist was the worst and the meanest place. He did agree with her, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“Darlin’. It’s their job. They keep kids like you safe from the monsters that are cavities.” Harry tried reasoning with little Evie.

“Cavities?”

“Yep.”

“You crazy, daddy.” Evie teased, as she removed her hands from Harry’s cheeks.

Harry’s smile faded into a frown, as Evie’s big green eyes looked brighter and happier.

“Crazy? Who you callin’ crazy, lovie.” Harry said as he tickled Evie's side, as Evie erupted with giggles and tried to tickle her daddy back.

Harry brought Evie close to him so he could give her a hug, “I love you Evie. Now let's go and check those little teef of yours.”

**//**

“Y/N are you sure they're going to be nice? What if they aren't.”

“Yes Evie. We'll be right there with you. Me and your daddy are going to be in there, sweetie.” Y/N cooed as she smoothed Evie's hair. “Promise. We'll be right here.”

Evie smiled and looked back at her daddy as he sent her a wink. “Do you want us to come inside bub?” Harry inquired as he bent down next to Y/N.

Evie looked to Y/N's eyes and then back to her daddy. Evie thought deeply is she wanted Y/N and her daddy in with her.

“No. I think I can do this.” Evie smiled as her smile made Harry and Y/N smile and cheer for little Evie.

“Yay! My lovie. You’re growing up so fast.” Harry cheered as he rubbed his glossy eyes.

“Go on then, Evie. We'll be out here.” Y/N said as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Evie's forehead. “Proud of you little Evie.” Y/N smiled as Evie gave her a hug and hugged her dad who was busying himself by rubbing his glossy eyes.

“No mo’ tears daddy.” Evie softly said as she smoothed her daddy's cheeks. “I love ya daddy.” Evie smiled as she waved her little hand before she went into the room, she pressed a kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

“She loves you, you know? She really adores you. She adores you more than me!” Harry confessed as he kept wiping at his eyes.

“I adore her Harry, best yet I love the little one.” Y/N giggled. “You’re still crying, darling?” Y/N asked as she wiped the little tears that were threatening to leave Harry’s beautiful emerald eyes. “There.” Y/N smiled.

“You’re too good to me, darlin’.”

**//**

“Daddy! The toofman gave me candy!” Evie exclaimed from the back seat of Harry’s car.

“You sure they're candy? They might be mints, lovie.” Harry said as he looked at the rear view mirror watching his little daughter inspect the contents of the circular little pebbles.

Evie tastes the little circular pebbles and she gags as she tastes a distinct mint flavor.

“Daddy they're mints!! Y/N do you want some candy?”

“I don't think they're candy, sweetie. Didn't you just say they were mints?”

“Darn it! I can't tell jokes.” Evie pouted as Harry and Y/N both laughed and Evie laughed along with them.

The car ride was pleasant. Harry focused on the road while Evie talked with Y/N during the drive.

Y/N couldn't describe how she adored little Evie. She is an amazing little kid, she's smart and she has a love of art probably getting it from her dad or mother.

She wondered where her mom was. It's not really her business to know about the mother of this adorable little girl, but she was curious, that's all.

**//**

“Okay, my little bub go on and go to bed I’ll be there in a bit to tuck you in, yeah?” Harry says as Evie starts hopping up trying to get her daddy’s attention.

“Carry me, daddy!” Evie giggled, as she waved her little hands.

“Alright, lovie.” Harry smiles. “Y/N, I’ll be right back. Got to put this little bub for a nappy.”

“Sweet dreams Evie!” Y/N smiled as Evie waved and smiled back at her. Harry walked off carrying a sleepy little Evie as he walked towards a hallway that led to Evie’s bedroom.

Y/N stood standing near the dining table, smiling to herself. Oh how Y/N loved Harry and Evie. They were gems to her, the most precious thing that she came across with and she is always thankful of Evie. She was the reason of Y/N meeting Harry and Evie. That precious day was soon going to change into a time that Y/N herself didn’t know she was going to enjoy the company of a precious, little three-year-old and her dad. A man that she has known for months and who she fantasized of. Is it bad that she fantasizes about Harry?

“I’m back, love. Now, what was it that you were talkin’ ‘bout your feet?” Harry asked as he made his presence into the lonely living room interrupting Y/N’s recent thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. I had this pain since yesterday at work. I was standing most of the time and wearing my favorite high heels. But by the looks of it, they aren’t my favorite anymore.” Y/N added, her hand smoothing down the little hairs on her head that just couldn’t take the hint of staying flat on her head.

“Love, why don't ya sit down, don't want ya to get your feet hurtin’ more than they already are.” Harry encouraged, as he sat down on the couch. “Ya have foot support?” Harry asked, as Y/N finally sat on the couch.

Y/N shook her head, as she started to massage her socked foot.

“Gotta get 'em fo’ ya. Don't want your feet feelin’ sore all the time. I don't want ya complainin’ about them.” Harry expressed, his hands wrapping around Y/N’s right foot.

“You tired of me complaining, Harry?” Y/N beamed with a smile.

“Not at all darlin’. Jus’ looking after ya, thas’ all.” Harry said as he sent her a wink.

Harry rubbed Y/N’s feet, massaging the aching flesh of her foot. While doing so, he would look up to Y/N and smile and look back down smiling as he continued massaging Y/N’s feet.

Y/N's heart started thumping and thumping. Has her heart ever beat this fast? She didn’t know. She can’t recall the moment her heart thumped this hard and loud that she can literally hear the thumping in her ears.

“You're tickling me, Harry!” Y/N exclaimed as she tried to ignore her loud, pounding heart.

“'S not on purpose, love!” Harry smirks, as he continues massaging and tickling part of Y/N’s foot that makes her laugh the most.

“Stop Harry! You're tickling me!” Y/N laughed out, her hands trying to cover her feet that so Harry wouldn’t have the advantage to tickle her again.

Harry laughs and stops massaging her feet and just tickles Y/N’s sides.

“'S fine love. I'll let you have your fun with me as well.” Harry teased as he put on Y/N’s socks back on. “Why didn't ya stay home, love? If your feet were hurtin'?”

“I didn't want to let Evie down. I wanted to be with you both anyways.” Y/N confesses as she smiles looking down at the floor.

“Ya wanted to be here with us? Are you sure it's not because of me?” He smirked, as there was a distinct change of demeanor in his eyes and face. Was it lust? No. It couldn’t be…

“Jus’ jokin’ love. I know you come here to see little Evie.” Harry stated. His last statement becoming a wind of lost words.

That teasing manner of his was driving Y/N insane. He knew what he was doing with that face having so much emotion but also cockiness.

Boy was Y/N in for a reckless ride of emotions.

**//**

“Y/N. I want you to be at this meeting and I need you to write notes of the next big thing that they talk about, okay?” Her boss rephrases. Her short blonde hair looking a little stiff from the tight bun on top of her head.

“Today? I have another meeting with the secretary and other colleagues. Can Emma do it instead?” Y/N reasoned. Her boss giving her an expressionless look.

“I’m asking you to do it, Y/N. Besides, I really think you can do this. I only ask people to do this for me if I trust them, and you Y/N, I do trust.” The blonde woman explained.

Y/N nodded in response and tells her that she can do it even though in her mind she is telling herself to just skip that meeting. But knowing Y/N, nothing will change her mind from going to that meeting.

Speaking of a reckless ride of emotions. Y/N was currently sitting through a long, boring meeting about a company wanting to partner with the company that Y/N is working for. Why couldn’t she man up and considered the idea of opening her own coffee shop? Ever since she graduated from college she had the idea of opening a coffee shop that had its own bookstore, but she really wasn’t sure if she should have done it. Now? Now she actually wished she considered it.

“Alright. That will be all. Does anyone have any further questions before we end today’s meeting?” A colleague said. Someone that Y/N didn’t even know worked in this building.

Everyone shook their heads as Y/N was relieved to seeing everyone getting up and gathering their papers and notes. Y/N gathered her notes that she took while colleagues were presenting their new solutions investing on new things to buy and then sell to other companies.

She stepped out of the meeting room and walked passed other cubicles. Her mind only focusing on leaving and getting home and treating herself to a relaxing bath. But before she could think more about relaxing, she heard Cami’s voice call her from behind her.

“Y/N! There is someone asking to see you. It’s that good looking lad with green eyes and his little daughter.” Cami informed her. Her eyes glancing down at the papers in her hands and back up to Y/N.

“Uh… Are they in the front desk?”

“Yes. Go on, go. I’ll take these papers to the boss for you.”

“You sure, Cami? I can take them to her right now I don’t want-”

“Nonsense. I got it. Now go with them, don’t want the good looking lad waiting too long.” Cami winked. Her eyes not leaving Y/N’s as her face started to evolve into a pink and red tint on her cheeks.

Oh. Is it really that obvious?

Yes. It is obvious she told herself.

Once Y/N grabbed her coat and purse she had a smile plastered on her face when she entered the coat room. Her hands started to tremble for a weird reason. Was it because she was excited to see them or was it for something else? She couldn’t really explain it but boy, she was excited to see them.

She walked quickly, passing other people that walked beside her. Her smile never faltering, her smile got even wider when she landed eyes on the beautiful family of two.

As Y/N came closer to them, Evie waved her little hands catching Harry’s attention. His gaze moved from looking down on Evie to Y/N, his eyes wandering on her face and seeing the big smile on her face.

God, how he adored her beautiful smile.

“Y/N!” Evie exclaimed. As she was bouncing on her toes.

“Hi, lovie!” Y/N exclaims. As she brought Evie close to her to hug her.

Harry stays behind them, admiring them both.

Evie and Y/N separate from each other as Y/N looks up to find Harry smiling down at them.

“Hi love.” Harry smiles.

That smile would be the end of her.

Harry came close to her as he embraced her as well.

“How are you Y/N?” He asked, his voice sounding like luxurious velvet.

“I’m great. How are you Harry.”

“Splendid.” He smiled yet again. “Lovie. Why don’t you show Y/N your new sneakers, yeah?” Harry encourages by patting Evie’s shoulder.

Evie smiles up her dad as he returns the smile to her. “Y/N, I got my new sneaks yesterday! Do ya like ‘em?”

“Of course, lovie! I adore your new sneaks. Might have to get myself some too!” Y/N mused, as she knelt down and booped Evie’s nose.

Harry glanced at Evie giving her one of his infamous smiles. “I wanted to- we wanted to ask you if you can go to the park with us today? I hope we didn’t interrupt your shift.”

“No, it’s alright. I was just about to leave when you two came in. Good timing.” Y/N grinned. “Is it nice out there? It was quite chilly when I got here.”

Harry nods in agreement and continues. “Feels like spring out there. It must be coming early this year.”

Both Y/N and Harry stand awkwardly near the exit of Y/N’s workplace.

“I think we should get out, yeah?” Y/N reminds, her hands tucked in her heavy coat pockets.

Harry nods and takes Evie’s hand in his.

“Shall we go to the park?” Y/N suggested, as Harry ran a hand through his messy head of curls.

“Ye- Yes. Let’s get goin’.” Harry stutters, as Evie giggles at him.

How did Evie see the effects that Y/N gave her dad whenever they were around each other?

Is it really that obvious that even Evie laughs at her dad for stuttering trying to get something out without his cheeks turning a light shade of pink? If it was obvious to Evie then it was totally obvious to them both, right?

**//**

The walk was pleasant. The park that they were going to was very close to Y/N’s job which was convenient. Her feet started to hurt just a little but she thanked Harry when he surprised her one day giving her foot support.

“Had to get ‘em fo’ ya, darlin’. Don’t want your feet hurtin’ again.”

He cared for her so much and she felt bad for accepting the foot support that he got her. He used his time and money in getting her something that Harry knew Y/N was going to use. It’s just he didn’t have to get it for her, but he wanted to anyway. He was just too kind for his own good.

Harry and Evie walked beside each other as Evie held her dad’s hand and Y/N walking beside Evie. The weather was beautiful, even though it was in the middle of January. The sun was blazing and with its brightest rays and the wind whispering short nothings.

“Daddy? Can we sit there?” Evie asked, as she shaded her eyes with her hand

“Of course, lovie. Choose where you fancy, yeah?” Harry smiled down at her as Evie ran to a bench under a tree that overlooked the river.

“This park is really beautiful.” Y/N acknowledged.

“It is innit?” Harry said as he looked at Y/N and admired her beautiful features.

How he was lost in love with her.

“We have never been to this park before. Just the one near your house.”

“Yeah, but I think I like this one better." Harry said as he sat down on a bench overlooking the still frozen little pond.

Y/N walked behind him as Evie ran towards them and held Y/N’s hand.

"It's almost Daddy's birthday, Y/N." Evie added, her eyes glancing back to Harry.

"Really? When is it, lovie?"

"Ask him!" Evie whispered yelled. "Daddy can I play with the other kids?" Evie asked Harry as they were all settled on the bench.

“Sure, lovie. Be careful please, okay?” Harry warned Evie as she rolled her eyes and hugged Harry.

“Okkayy.” Evie elaborated, as Harry smiled of her sassiness.

Evie ran towards a group of little kids that were nearby so Harry and Y/N could keep an eye out.

“Love her! She is such a little sassy little bub, isn’t she?” Y/N asked as she bumped Harry with her arm.

“She is. Don’t know where she gets it from.” Harry added, he looked down and began playing with his rings.

“So, I heard from Evie that your birthday is coming soon. When is it?”

Harry smiled. That cheeky smile that shows off his beautiful dimples. “First of February.”

“That’s next week Harry! Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Y/N questioned, as she put a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I dunno. Jus’ thought ya didn’t want to know.” Harry stated as he made it sound like a question.

“Of course I want to know! I would probably make you a cake or get ya a present of some sort.”

“Stop, love. Don’t want ya gettin’ me anythin’. Being in your company is already the best thing I can ask for.” Y/N’s face reddened, as her whole body started to warm up as she started to unzip her jacket. Gosh she was burning up. Along with the heat, butterflies consumed her belly as Harry smirked at himself from her reaction.

“Look at ya. Got ya all red ‘n blushy.” Harry teases as Y/N gently hits him in the arm.

“Stop it will you!” Y/N exclaimed as Harry continued to laugh finally making Y/N laugh along with him.

**//**

“Evie? Can you come here and get your lunch? I jus’ finished makin’ mac and cheese.”

There was shuffling heard from the end of the hall as Evie ran towards the kitchen, as she had a stuffed bunny in her hand.

“Mac and cheese!” Evie exclaimed right after she sat down on a chair.

Y/N admired Evie and watched Harry as he carefully put the pasta in a little plate. He was so concentrated that he didn’t even bother to turn off the burner.

“Alright, love.” Harry said as he walked towards the dining table. “Here ya go, little bub.” Harry set the small plate in front of Evie as Evie clapped her hands from excitement.

“Tank you daddy.”

Harry stood near the table making sure that Evie had everything before he walked himself towards Y/N.

“Do you need anythin’, love? Water, soda, anythin’?” He asked, as Y/N shook her head and looked towards Evie as she enjoyed her lunch.

“She loves mac and cheese.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t blame the little bub. I love mac and cheese as well. You?”

“Love it.”

While Evie finished up eating her mac and cheese, Harry went into the kitchen to wash up the dishes he used to make the pasta. Y/N was sat on the couch by herself and she got up, curious to look at the photo portraits on a shelf.

She walked herself towards the the shelves that had pictures of faces that Y/N didn’t recognize and only two portraits that she recognized was Harry and Evie.

Her mind wandered to the thoughts and feelings that each person felt when Y/N picked up one frame and saw each unfamiliar face smile. They were all so happy. But there was one picture that caught her eye, one that only showed a woman carrying a newborn baby in her arms and a man kissing the woman on her forehead and having his hand on top of hers while she had both wrapped around the baby.

Was this her? Was this Evie’s mother? It had to be, who else would this woman be. Y/N felt happiness but a rush of sadness at the same time. She set the picture frame back on the shelf where it belonged and went to sit back down on the couch. She looked over to the dining table and saw that Evie wasn’t there anymore and glanced over to the hallway and found Harry walking over to her.

He moved slowly towards the living space, he kept rubbing his eyes and he almost bumped into the chair that Evie sat on.

“Fuck sakes!” Harry whisper yells. He pushed the chair in and continued his way towards the living room.

“Are you alright? You look a little woozy.” Y/N cautioned.

“Yeah. Jus’ a little tired tha’s all.” Harry slowly said.

“I’ll go if that’s alright. Don’t want you to stay awake because of me.”

“No, no, love. Please stay as long as you want. Don’t want ya to feel forced to go because I’m jus’ gettin’ a little tired.” Harry added. He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. “Plus, like I said,” He pauses and lets out a yawn. “I love havin’ you here.” Harry smiles as Y/N smiles back.

After an hour of talking about work and more about Evie’s birthday party, Harry and Y/N were both covered in a blanket as they were enjoying a show that was currently playing in the background.

Y/N tilted her head to see Harry intently looking at the tellie. She wanted to ask him what was in her mind, but right now? He fascinated on what was on the tellie, this could surely wait another time, but no. She was just that curious to ask him.

“Harry?” Y/N asked. Harry shifted and abruptly looked over to her eyes.

“Yeah, love?” Harry asked. He rubbed his eyes from looking at the tellie for far too long. “Is there somethin’ ya need, Y/N?” Harry asked as he smiled.

“No. I just wanted to ask you something?” Y/N’s statement coming out as a question.

“Go ahead, love.” Harry chuckles

“Okay. I wanted to ask about Evie’s mother. I just saw the pictures on the shelf and I saw a woman carrying a newborn baby. And I know it is none of my business to know this you don’t have to tell me anything if you-”

“It’s fine, Y/N. It’s just been a long time since someone has asked me about her and I think today is better than any to talk about her.” Harry confessed.

Y/N shifted her weight so she face Harry. Her arm was on a cushion of the couch and her head resting on her hand.

“We were happy. We met in college. She was going for a psychology degree as I was going for a fashion design degree.” Harry said as he ran a hand through his curls. “I loved her so much. I miss her everyday whenever I think ‘bout her. We were happy and so in love before little Evie came into our lives. Every single day I thought I was dreamin’ like nothing felt real, but then it was real, ya know?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah. I know what you mean. You feel as if it’s fantasy but it’s not it’s just reality.” Y/N added.

“She was young when it happened, she was twenty-one and I was twenty-two. We actually met two years before we started dating.” Harry said. He rubbed his eyes and inhaled deeply before he continued. “She was so amazing before she gave birth to Evie. We decorated the nursery room together. When she told me that she was pregnant, I fuckin’ lost it. I fuckin’ cried and held her so tight that she kept trying to get out of my embrace ‘cos she told me I kept squishing her.” Harry laughs.

“When we found out that we were goin’ t’ave a baby-girl we were both so fuckin’ happy. We came up with some names but we honestly couldn’t choose only one. We never decided on a name. So I decided to name our baby girl Evaleen. A name that would always remind me of Evelyn.” Harry confessed. His smile slowly diminishing to a frown.

Y/N held Harry’s hand as she noticed his eyes getting a little watery and watching his face change, his lip started to quiver and his voice shaky.

“She did amazing while she was in labor. But right after… right after-”

*Flashback*

"Baby, you have to let me go. Find someone else to love and someone that our little girl enjoys being around. When you find that special person I want you to throw this ring in the ocean.”

"Evelyn don't talk like that! You're going to get through this baby, I know you can. You're so strong you can go through anything my love." Harry confirmed. As Evelyn’s hand cupped Harry’s cheek and wiped away the fallen tears.

"Not today, Harry. This is the end. You don’t know how much you made me feel so happy, loved. Harry you gave me the best adventures while we’ve been together all these years. I love you so much. Thank you for this little baby girl. You gave me this beautiful little us and now she is lucky to have you as her daddy." Evelyn whispered. Her eyes slowly closing and opening again.

"This is it, my darling. We will meet again somewhere and I will always, always love you till the end. I love you so much Harry and our little baby girl." Evelyn whimpered, her hands trembling as Harry held onto them for dear life.

"Don't leave me Evelyn, please don't leave us!" Harry croaked, his eyes forming tears as Evelyn smiled and underlined Harry's jawline with her finger.

The monitors made a loud sound once Harry looked over to the machines and saw the flatline of her heart. Doctors and nurses came running into the loud, but silent room and ran towards Evelyn’s side. Her body still, her hands beginning to get colder and colder by each minute that had passed. Evelyn was no longer with him. She passed away not even saying a goodbye to their newborn baby girl. A newborn that has not been granted her name yet. Harry couldn’t believe that the woman that he has been with for so long was taken away from him, his sobs becoming louder each time the doctors tried to get her heart beating again. But with each electric shock, Evelyn’s heart never sounded on the monitors. She was gone.

“She was gone jus’ like that. I think it was five or six hours after she gave birth to Evie, the doctor and nurses told us that Evelyn lost a lot of blood. They were goin’ to make blood transfusions, but they were too late. Evelyn died once the doctors had the blood transfusions ready to use.” Harry concluded. He looked down at his hands and played around with one particular ring. “This is the ring that she wants me to throw into the ocean. I promised her I was goin’ to throw it once I found someone new, but it’s jus’ not that simple to forget all those memories that you had with the first person you fell in love with. It’s jus’ not that simple.” Harry cried out. His hands grasping Y/N’s.

“I'm sorry Harry. If I knew I wouldn't have asked you this. I know you're still hurting from your loss. I know by just hearing you say beautiful things about Evelyn she would have been a caring mother to Evie. You're so strong Harry. I know you were in a lot of pain, but you raised Evie. You raised this little bub of joy. She's a true blessing and I just know that Evelyn is looking down at you both, she's proud of you Harry.” Y/N praised. Her hand wiping away the tears that have fallen down Harry’s cheeks.

“I really miss her, Y/N. I jus’ want to see her again, jus’ for another minute.” Harry croaked in the crook of Y/N’s neck.

Y/N held Harry in her arms for as long as he wanted to be. She didn’t move a single muscle she just stood there hugging Harry so he could let everything out.

Y/N loved Harry as a friend and she was heartbroken when Harry told her everything that happened with Evelyn. He was once happy before. He was in love with Evelyn and fate had to end their relationship right after they both saw their baby girl be born. It was unfair how Harry had to lose someone so close to him and to Evie that she didn’t want to see Harry in a situation like this ever again. A beautiful soul such as Harry’s didn’t deserve to face the tragedy and sadness that he felt years ago, but he did, and that’s the facts. Him and his family didn’t have to go through this.

“Harry. I’m always here if you need someone to talk to. With anything, I’m always here.” Y/N comforted.

Harry wiped his eyes, and inhaled deeply. “Thank you love.” Harry smiled shyly. “Shit, I got snot on your shirt, sorry Y/N.” Harry apologized as Y/N smiled at him.

“It’s fine Harry. I don’t want you to worry about the shirt. It’s just a shirt, hun.” Y/N laughed. Her hands cleaning his wet cheeks and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“I got you, Harry.” Y/N whispered.

Harry loved her company. He was going to be honest, he tried hiding his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck so she wouldn’t see his tinted pink cheeks from the simple kiss she gave him. He felt safe while being enclosed in her arms. He hasn’t felt safe since Evelyn. His mind admitting that yes, he was gaining feelings for Y/N but he didn’t want to accept just yet. He wasn’t ready to accept it and love someone else and he also didn’t want to lose someone else he loves.

Harry unwrapped himself from Y/N and held onto her hand.

“Thank you, Y/N. For being here and for comforting me, love.” His hand making little circles on hers.

“Of course, Harry.” Y/N smiled. She looked down to see Harry’s hand. His ring finger adorned with ring that Evelyn gave him. She smiled up at him and he smiled back, his beautiful dimples showing.

“Daddy?” Evie asked once she came into the living room.

“Evie. Hi little bub.” Harry let go of Y/N’s hand and looked back to see his little girl.

Evie rubbed her eyes, as she slowly walked herself towards the couch. “You’re crying.”

“It’s nothin’ bub. I jus’- Daddy was jus’ sad for a bit, yeah. Nothin’ to worry about, lovie.” Harry sniffed. Evie motioning him to bend down to her height.

“You’re okay now?”

“Yes, lovie. I’m okay.” Harry takes ahold of Evie’s little hands in his. “I’m okay now.” Evie hugs Harry and kisses him on the cheek.

Y/N was sat on the couch admiring Evie and Harry from a distance. She was about to get up before Evie ran to her and gave her hug as well.

“Tank you, Y/N.”

“For what, lovie?”

“Making daddy feel better.”

Harry stood before them and smiled. Staying still so he wouldn’t interrupt this beautiful moment of his daughter and Y/N.

Harry didn’t want to end this too short but he had to send Evie off to bed and he was positive that Y/N was getting a little tired since it was now midnight.

Harry clears his throat and sits down on the couch. “Lovie? I think it’s time for you to go back to bed, yeah. I think Y/N wants to rest up too.” Harry assures. His hand set on Evie’s shoulder.

“Okay daddy. Can I say bye to Y/N first?” Harry nods as Evie gives Y/N one last hug.

“Goodnight, tall girl.” Evie smiles, her eyes wanting to close any minute now.

“Goodnight sweetie.” Y/N answers.

Evie gives Harry a goodnight kiss before she runs off to her bed waving a last goodbye to Y/N. Harry had his arms crossed over his chest and looked into Y/N’s eyes.

“I would ask you if you would like to spend the night here, but I also know you work later today. I could drive you back home?”

“It’s alright, Harry. I can catch a bus. I don’t want you to leave Evie here alone.”

“Right.” Harry concluded as he went to the coat rack and grabbed Y/N’s belongings.

“Be careful, Y/N. And please call or text back when you get back home, yeah?” Harry asked. His eyes meeting Y/N’s as she nods her head and zips up her coat.

Harry walks beside Y/N as they are both nearing the door. Harry opens the door for Y/N and she walks ahead and looks back to catch a last glimpse of Harry before she leaves.

“See you soon?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

Y/N steps a bit to hug Harry, but before she could walk away and unwrap her arms around him, Harry lands a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight, love.” Harry said with a grin.

Y/N whispers a ‘goodnight’ in return and begins walking away from the house. Her thoughts causing her to walk slowly by that single kiss that Harry gave her. That simple kiss, causing her to smile to herself as she walked herself towards the bus stop. The smile never leaving her face.

**//**

“Evie, darlin’? Are ya ready yet? Come on, lovie we gotta get goin’.”

“Daddy? Is lunch ready?” Evie asked Harry, her little hands messing with her hair.

“I prepared it yesterday, lovie. Is there somethin’ else ya wanted?”

“Peanut butter crackers.” Evie simply said with a smile.

Harry ruffled Evie's loose little hairs and smiled down at her.

"Of course, lovie. But jus' one little packet, yeah." Harry warned. His eyes intently looking at her when she reached into the box of the peanut crackers.

He had to make sure she was only going to take one. There has been times that Evie has taken three or four packets of those little crackers that cause her to get super hyper.

Once Harry brushed Evie's hair and made two little braids; (courtesy of his mum for teaching him how to braid hair.) They were both ready to go. Every morning Harry would take Evie to daycare and after he would say his goodbyes, and he’s off to work.

Harry entered the chatty reception room where all the receptionists were all talking. Harry walked over to the tea kettle and made himself a tea and poured it on a little cup.

Harry walked away from the little breakfast station and walked towards the hallway where his little office was located at.

While walking, he sees a woman who Harry has befriended these past few years since he’s been here. The woman was around her mid-fifties or so Harry thinks, (Harry never asked her about her age, he was too scared to.) When he first met her she looked intimidating. But once he started to talk to her more he realized that she was one of the nicest women he’s ever met. She was also sometimes Evie’s babysitter whenever Harry had to go on a trip out of the country to look at different fabrics from other countries.

“Harry, love!” The woman said with a smile.

“Peggy!”

“It’s been so long since the last time I saw you!” Peggy exclaimed as she hugged Harry’s tall frame.

“I know. Been a bit busy tha’s all.”

“Busy? With work or-,”

“Work and personal things.”

“Ah, I see. So how’s the little bub?”

Harry smiled, “She’s good. Jus’ took her to daycare.” Harry finished. “How have ya been Peggy? I heard you went on a trip to Rome. How was that?”

“It was amazing, Harry. Wished you come. There were so many beautiful clothing designs. They were just exquisite.”

“Mhm, I heard. Gonna have to design somethin’ with those fabrics. Did ya get extra Peggy?”

“Don’t I always.” Peggy teased, as she lightly elbowed Harry on the arm.

“I still have to get somethin’ for little Evie. Not sure what she wants.”

“Oh yea! It’s almost her birthday. Planning on inviting me, Harry?” Peggy asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Of course! Would love to have ya there, Peggy.”

Their boss came out of his office and scolded at them. They both began walking towards their offices.

“I’ll give you the fabrics before you leave, yeah?” Peggy informed him, “Please let me know when you’re planning Evie’s birthday party.”

Harry nodded, “Of course, Peggy. See you later.”

And with that they were off. They both went into their offices and worked on their current designs that they were working on.

Harry had this particular design that he was working on. He told himself that it was design that was going to be gender neutral. The design he had in mind was going to include ruffles. A lot of ruffles. A big bow on the neckline and sheer fabrics that he started to use when he got this idea of the new clothing designs.

With each drawing, intricate little designs covered the paper. He carefully examined each fabric carefully and made sure that it was going to look beautiful after his design was finished. But before he could put the fabric on a mannequin the door to his office abruptly opened. His boss glancing over to him.

This can’t be good.

Harry didn’t like his boss very much, he was nice at times but for the most part he would be a complete asshole. Harry had to always hold off his creative, unique designs because of him. He always wanted something new, fresh, but every single piece the company has done has been the same design over and over again. Who could understand him?

“Harry, I want you in my office. We got to talk about your recent designs.” The man demanded, as he dusted off his expensive looking suit.

“Yes, sir.” Harry simply replied back.

He got up from his chair and walked towards the door, examining the room making sure everything was in its proper place before he went to his boss’s office.

As he was now facing the door of his boss’s door he breathed in deeply and exhaled quietly before he twisted the doorknob.

There he was met with his boss sitting in his chair, his eyes fixed on his computer screen.

Harry cleared his throat as he walked towards his desk. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, Harry. Please sit down.”

Harry obliged and sat down. His hands on his lap and eyes fixed on the man that looked too serious all the time. (Wondered if he ever smiled.)

“I wanted to talk about our recent designs. They weren’t… uh, how could I say this. They weren’t that great.” The man criticized.

Harry took a huge gulp before he could respond back to him, “Sir. I worked hard on those designs. Why are you sayin’ they aren’t that great?” Harry questioned.

Mr. Blair was no stranger to criticizing his employees’ designs, but for some reason Harry had more criticism from him.

“They weren’t good, because I specifically told you to design men suits. I didn’t ask you to design trash such as dresses for men or suits for women, I said men suits.” Mr. Blair snarled, “If you aren’t going to design what I ask you to design then it was nice having you here, Harry.” Mr. Blair finalized

Harry was shocked, his eyes were intently staring at Mr. Blair as he kept his hands on his lap. His tongue swirling in his mouth as he was starting to get frustrated from this whole discussion.

“You know what Mr. Blair? I designed those because I wanted to bring somethin’ different to this company. Don’t ya get tired of designing the same thing every fuckin’ time?” Harry fumed, “Every time I designed something different I always got called in here to hear how you didn’t like ‘em, but at the end of the fuckin’ day my creations are the ones that are selling more than those suits you want us creating all the damn time. So yeah Mr. Blair, it was nice meetin’ you too. It was a real bloody treat working for you.” Harry finished. He stood up from the chair and left the room without speaking another work to Mr. Blair.

Oh how he was relieved in quitting his job. He obviously had to find somewhere else to work which had now surfaced his head. Why did he have to say something? He thought.

“Fucks sakes!” Harry exclaims in the confines of his office. He holds his head as he starts pacing the room, trying to figure out what the hell he just did.

Harry grabbed a box and stuffed every little portrait he had on his desk and his sketchbooks along with some fabrics he was working, hell he took all the little fabrics that were lying around in his office. He shoved everything in the box with each puff of air he exhaled. What was he going to do now?

Harry walked the long corridor and walked towards Peggy’s office, the door to her office slightly open.

“Peggy? Are ya in there?” Harry asked, as he opened the door more and peeked inside to see Peggy sitting at her desk.

“Harry! Hi! I actually got your fabrics here. I was jus-,” Peggy’s gaze travels down to the big box that Harry held with his arm. “Harry? What happened? Why are you carrying a moving box?”

“I quit my job?” Harry said, his statement ending in a question.

“Why in the world would ya do that?”

“Personal reasons.” Harry answered. His gaze going back to the box he was carrying.

“Oh love. He yelled at you again about your designs? Come here love.” Peggy motioned him to sit down on a chair and handed him the fabrics that she promised she was going to give him.

“I know Mr. Blair was always an asshole with you, but that doesn’t mean he took away your talent. Look, Harry. You got so much talent, love. You have created these beautiful pieces of clothing, I know somewhere or someone will appreciate your artistic pieces, yeah? I need you to know that. You can design what your heart desires and no one is going to take that opportunity away from you. You never know, you might even own your own fashion line and company.” Peggy encouraged as she smiled up at Harry.

"You think so, Peggy?"

"Of course. You're a talented young man. There will be endless opportunities for you." Harry glanced back at the sketchbooks and fabrics that were randomly throw in the box.

"You got the fabrics. Use them for one of those designs that I know you've held off for so many years." Peggy got up from her chair and went to stand next to Harry, his grip on the box tight. "You know you can create anything you want, Harry. This is your chance." Peggy smiled as she hugged Harry a smile now making its appearance on his face.

"You’re always good with words, Peggy." Harry laughed as he made Peggy smile bigger than ever.

**//**

“Evie will you please jus’ sit down and eat your dinner, lovie?”

After Harry left work he went to pick up Evie and they spent the whole day together at home. Harry noticed when he went to pick her up she seemed very jumpy than usual. She kept running around and it took ten minutes to get Evie in his car. He thought she was just happy to see him or maybe she just had an incredible day?

“Daddy! Look I got a moosestache!” Evie exclaimed as a black marker was in her hand.

“Darlin’, please put that down. Come here and eat your dinner, yeah?”

“Daddy, look!” Evie ignored him and began running around the living room.

Harry had a frustrated frown, his eyes moving each way Evie went running around.

"Evie! Why are you so hyper? Did they feed you bubs at daycare?"

"No daddy! I took two packets of peanut butter crackers!" Evie giggles. Evie still running around the house.

"Evaleen Styles! Come back here!” Harry motioned, his hand on his hip. “How did you get two packets of crackers. I was right there when ya got one."

"You went in the bathroom to get me brush for me hair. I got another one from the shelf!"

"From the shelf? Lovie, you could've fallen!" Harry admitted. His hands on his head as he exhaled a sigh. “Jus’ please, Evie. Sit down and eat your food.” Harry said his eyes having no emotion.

Evie realized his change of demeanor and walked towards the table. As she sat down and began eating her spaghetti.

Harry was stuck in his little office where he had outfits on racks and mannequins wearing unfinished pieces. He stared at a drawing that he was currently drawing. A familiar face that he loved looking at if he was lucky enough, he would be seeing the face everyday. Y/N’s face was just a little sketch. Lines and scribbles defining her beautiful hair and her facial features making it difficult for Harry to finish the face. Next to her face he began drawing a shirt that had elements of Y/N’s fashion pieces. Before he could finish adding the last little designs on the shirt, the door to his little office opens, Evie staring back at him.

“Oh. Hi, lovie.” Harry said, his eyes soft.

“Can you read to me?” Evie asked. As she tried rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Harry simply smiled and put his sketchbook and pencil down on his desk and walked towards Evie. “Of course, lovie. Come here.” Harry picked her up as Evie smiled, her eyes ready to close any minute now.

Harry finished reading to her and was about to kiss her goodnight and to tuck her in.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, Evie?”

Evie’s softened and her smile left her face as she looked down at the little book that was in her hand that Harry just finished reading to her.

“M’sorry I ate two packets of peanut butter crackers.” Evie apologized, her gaze ignoring Harry’s.

Harry softly patted her little head and grinned, “Lovie. I’m not mad at ya. I was jus’ worried ‘bout you. You could’ve fallen, my little bub.” His hand tucking a strand of her straight hair behind her ear. “I was afraid somethin’ would have happened to you, lovie.” Harry confessed, his smile leaving. Evie concentrated on his face. She hated seeing her daddy without showing off his dimpled smile.

“You look sad, daddy. Can I make you smile?” Harry nodded as he held onto her little hands in his bigger ones.

Evie puckered her lips as Harry laughed at her silliness.

“The kissy face. Tha’s a classic, lovie!” Harry laughs as Evie laughs along with him.

“Love you, daddy.”

“I love you, Evie.”

Harry kisses Evie’s forehead and tucks her in, making sure she stays warm the whole night. He leaves her room and leaves on her little nightlight.

As Harry lies down on his bed, he switches his light off and goes instantly falling asleep thinking about the one person that was thinking about the whole day.

**//**

It was the weekend. Y/N was busy cleaning her little apartment and listening to music while doing so.

A couple miles away from Y/N, Harry was up an hour early packing a small duffle bag for Evie because she was going to sleep over at her auntie Gemma’s house. Harry didn’t really sleep well the day before because of stressing over finding a new job and creating designs for his future employers.

His mind kept circling back to his past job and always circling back to Y/N and how she was during this beautiful Saturday morning. For the rest of the week he couldn’t take Y/N out his thoughts, and he was glad too. Thinking about her didn’t bother him at all it made him smile during random times throughout the day. As for Y/N, she was waiting for Harry to text her or call her. She would’ve called or texted him but she didn’t really want to because she worried that he was probably busy with Evie or maybe he was doing something important.

After Y/N had her breakfast and sat on the couch, relaxing with a book in one hand and a coffee mug in the other, she was happy. During her reading, she received a text and then a call right after she noticed the text message.

“Y/N?”

“Harry, hi.” Y/N greeted. She set her book down keeping her hand on the page she was in so she wouldn’t lose her place.

“Hello, love. Did I interrupt you? Were you doin’ somethin’?”

Y/N smiles, “No, no. I was just reading. What’s going on?”

“Okay, good. I jus’ wanted to invite you to dinner or maybe if I could come over or if you could come over today?”

“Er- um, sure?” Y/N replied back as she slapped her forehead, embarrassed from not being able to reply quick enough. “And Evie? How is she?”

“She’s good, Yeah she’s doing good. I jus’ got from my sister’s, I took Evie there cos she’s been askin’ to spend the night and hang out with her cousins.” Harry added.

“Oh, I’m glad she’s doing good.” Y/N said. Harry and Y/N didn’t say anything for a bit before Y/N spoke again. “So, do you want me to go to you or you c-,”

“I can come to you. If tha’s alright wit’ you.” Harry assured. As he searched on his laptop some top good take-out restaurants.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. At what time will I be expecting you?”

There was shuffling heard in the background and a little ‘ding’ heard.

“Uh, maybe at five or six? I’m still thinkin’ when. I’ll message you, love, when I am near your place, yeah?” Harry confirmed.

Y/N nodded.

“Love, will that be alright?” He asked, as Y/N’s side of the line was silent.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I nodded yes. Forgot it was a phone call.” She confessed, as Harry let out a little laugh.

“Oh! Don’t be sorry, love. It happens.” Harry smiles, “I’ll let you know when I get there, okay? And don’t make anythin’. Jus’ leave that to me, yeah?”

Y/N nodded again and scolded herself for doing it yet again.

“You nodded again, huh?” Harry asked, as Y/N giggled in the background.

“Yeah.” Y/N smiled.

“You’re too cute, Y/N. I’ll see you later then, yeah?” Harry smiled. They both hung up the phone as soon as they said their goodbyes.

Was Y/N ready for this little dinner date? Could it be considered a dinner date? No, no, It’s just dinner.

Or was it?

**//**

Hours after Y/N talked with Harry on the phone, she started to organize everything in her little apartment. Shoes, random items that were on the coffee table were either thrown away or put where they actually belong. She even got every candle she owned and lighted them and put them wherever in the apartment. Yeah, she barely had any visitors, so today was a busy day in cleaning.

Harry on the other hand was busy looking for restaurants to get dinner from. The only times he did eat out was the breakfast place he would go with Evie and to fast-food restaurants.

All he thought though was he was hoping that Y/N was going to like this restaurant he was currently looking at. An Italian restaurant that he has never gone to and a place he never thought existed in London.

**//**

The dark blue embers of the night came. Harry was just finishing up dressing himself up. While doing so, he was on the phone with Evie. He told her he was going to hang out with Y/N for a bit and she was all giggly when she heard where he was going to go. As Harry finished dressing up and gently brushing his loose curls he was ready to head to the restaurant and go to Y/N’s home.

He was beyond excited. He’s been wishing to see her for a whole week and now he was ready to see her again, like birds coming back to the city when it’s warm out.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sat on the couch watching one of her favorite shows. Candles were still lit as other candles were blown out a long time ago.

While watching the third episode of the show, Y/N’s phone vibrated as a text came in from Harry. Seconds later there was a knock and Y/N shot up from the couch immediately and walked towards the door. She looked through the peephole, already knowing who it was, but she just did it for precautions.

Y/N was met with a smiling Harry, his hands busy with two bags of food, and his mouth dangling his car keys.

“Harry, hi. Please come in, and let me help you with those bags.” Y/N invited as Harry hummed in response and walked in before her.

Y/N set the two bags of food on the kitchen counter and grabbed plates and cups.

“Hi, love. Didn’t get to properly say hello to you.” Harry said as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. Her cheeks blushed as she quickly turned around, busied herself with thee food.

“You can, um- sit down, Harry.” Y/N said as she motioned to the chair that was close to the little dining table.

Harry sat down but then got up and walked towards her.

“I would like to help you, Y/N. May I?”

Y/N nodded as she gave the other plate to him.

As motioned hands were at work putting in Italian breadsticks, three different types of pasta and dessert being the last thing left in the bag.

“Harry, how much was all this?” Y/N asked as she glanced at the bag and back to him.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, love. It’s my treat, so let me treat you, yeah?”

Y/N smiled as Harry smiled back and gave her side a gentle nudge with his elbow.

As they both walked themselves to the coffee table in the living room, they were eating their dinner and talking about how their past week has been and ongoing plans for Evie’s birthday party.

“Still have to ask the little bub what she wants.” Harry said, “Although, she has told me ‘bout gettin’ her these baby bananas. I guess she loves bananas like me.” Harry laughed, his dimples indenting on his cheeks.

“I think I might get her a painting set. I’ve noticed she loves to draw and paint.” Y/N acknowledged, as she swirled her fork in her spaghetti.

Harry nods as he chews a mouthful of pasta and swallows. “Mhm, yeah. She does love painting the little bub.” Harry smiles, as he goes back to swirling his fork in his food.

“So you quit your job. Why’s that?”

Y/N let Harry chew on his pasta as she did the same. Harry sent her a lopsided grin as she smiled back at his silliness.

“Yeah, I quit the job. Boss didn’t like my clothing designs and I was jus’ tired of hearing him how he hated them. So, I quit the job and now I’m sending some off to other fashion designers see what they think. Hopefully I get a bloody job.” Harry beamed, his expression falling as he thought back to those years he was in that building. Designing and creating, but everything went to waste because of his boss not accepting them and just pushing them aside.

Y/N set her plate on the table and found Harry’s wandering eyes on his plate.

“Harry. You’ll find a job soon. I know it must feel awful, but I know someone will find your work amazing as I find you amazing as a person, yeah?” Y/N comforted, her hand on his cheek. She grabbed a napkin and cleaned a corner of Harry’s pink lips. As she was brushing off the food off his lip Harry stared at her eyes that were so concentrated on cleaning his upper lip.

“You’re such an angel, love.” Harry whispered, his hand now landing on her cheek. She took off her eyes off his lips and looked directly at those precious emerald eyes that she has enjoyed staring at.

“Come with me.” Harry whispered, his smile present along with his dimples.

“Where?” Y/N grinned

“Jus’ come with me.” He said, as he stared at her lovingly, his hand still on her cheek.

Harry grabbed Y/N’s hand. Before they walked out from Y/N’s apartment, they put the leftover food in the refrigerator and they both walked towards Harry’s car.

The ride was silent. Harry would sneak little glances at Y/N when she wasn’t looking.

After ten minutes of driving, they finally pulled up next to the house. Harry got out first and walked to Y/N’s door so he could open for her. Harry’s hand was still intertwined with Y/N’s.

Once they set foot on the house, Harry closed the door behind them and guided Y/N towards the hallway that she knew too well. Near the guest bedroom that she stayed in was another door that she has never been to.

“Harry?”

Y/N felt strong hands, land on her shoulders and they swiftly dragged up to cover her eyes.

“I’m going to guide you from here, yeah?”

Y/N nods her head and starts walking when Harry begins walking behind her.

They stopped abruptly as Harry leaned over her shoulder and twisted the knob to open the door.

“Okay, we’re here.” Harry says. He removes his hands from Y/N’s eyes and lets her examine the room. The room that Harry has created so many clothes for people. Creations that he adored making and drawing.

“Harry… This is so beautiful. You designed these yourself?” Y/N asked. She was overwhelmed when she saw so many blouses, trousers, and even jewelry pieces that were on mannequins.

Harry watched her as she admired pieces of clothing and drawings that were on a corkboard. She examined each sketch that were on his desk, sketches everywhere as if they were splashes of paint.

“I wanted to show it for so long. May I give you a tour, love?” Harry smiled as he offered her to take his hand.

“Please do, Harry.” Y/N beamed as she took a hold of Harry’s hand.

“I know you already started exploring on your own, but I jus’ wanted to personally give you a tour of the small space.” Harry beamed, his hold on Y/N’s hand never leaving. “Here are my latest designs I have sketched and those on my desk are jus’ ideas.” Harry informed. Y/N’s scanning through each little sketch.

“And this? Is this a dress?” Y/N asked, a particular sketch she was holding in her hand.

“Yes! That is a dress that I am planning on making for men and women to wear. I also wanted to make suits for women and some accessories. What do you think of this one?” Harry asked as he picked up one sketch that had a woman sketched wearing a navy blue suit.

“I love them Harry! Everything here is so unique and beautiful.” Y/N complimented, her eyes locking with Harry’s.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I’ve never seen pieces of clothing so beautiful. These fabrics are amazing and the designs, oh my goodness, Harry. You’re such a fucking talent!” Y/N praised, her hand gently squeezing his.

“Thank you, love. The reason why I design these clothes is ‘cos I want people to feel comfortable in what they’re wearing. I don’t want them to feel as if they are forced to dress as because of their gender. I want them to embrace their individuality and that is what I do in everything I create.”

“You’re so passionate about fashion and designing fashion, Harry. You have probably changed so many lives with creations that you have designed and that’s so amazing! I adore this room and I adore your uniqueness in everything you do.” Y/N confessed. Her eyes looking down at their interlocked hands. “You’re amazing at what you do, and I adore that about you, Harry.”

“You’re jus’ beautiful, Y/N. You always know what to say and how to make someone’s day better with that cute smile of yours, love.” Harry mused.

They both adored each other, it was obvious, but was it obvious to them? They were both perfect for each other. Harry was passionate and just a kind beautiful soul, whereas Y/N loved that about Harry and she was someone that Harry started to love and he loved her company. And best of all she’s an angel with Evie.

Harry led them both to the living room, he offered her some water but she politely refused. Harry then walked towards the vintage player near a shelf of books. He turned it on as slow music started to play.

Harry walks back to Y/N as she was sitting on the couch.

“Dance with me, Y/N?” Harry asks his smile never leaving. Y/N pinched her lip and grabbed a hold of Harry’s hand in hers.

“Just promise me you won’t step on my feet.” Y/N beamed, her smile as big as ever.

“I promise, love.” Harry says as he twirls her and Y/N lets out a giggle.

Harry swayed himself and Y/N along the empty floor of the living room. His hand gently holding onto her back. His chin resting on top of Y/N’s head, smiling. Y/N grinned as she hid her head on Harry’s chest. She smelled the familiar cologne. Vanilla and forest woods filled her senses. His hands felt so gentle and soft. Everything about him was just amazing and pure. So she left her head there, not daring to look up at beautiful eyes that she would always lose herself while looking at them. His touch was soft, soft breaths were heard more than the music playing in the background. And his heart. His precious, beating heart making her relax and close her eyes while she was in his arms. But she opened them and felt Harry remove his chin from her head. He looked down at her, admiring the sight in front of him. Y/N did the same. Her eyes intently staring at those green hued eyes. They were so close that they could feel each other’s breaths. They were mere inches from touching noses, and lips. Harry continued swaying them both as Y/N held onto Harry tighter. They were so close to touching lips, but before Harry could lean in, Y/N moved her face away and was prepared to sneeze, (fake sneeze). She detached from his arms and went to the kitchen island and retrieved her glass of water.

“Oh. Bless you, love.” Harry said as he ran a hand through his curls.

Y/N hums in response and sips onto her water, eyes wide from the last moments that she shared with Harry.

Harry stood in the middle of the living room, his fingers pinching his lower lip.

“Ha-,”

“Y/N-,”

“You go first.” Harry said. A soft smile on his face.

“I think I’m going to head out, Harry.”

“Let me drive ya, yeah?” Harry offered, his hands deep in his trousers pockets.

“No, I’m fine, Harry. I’ll just catch the bus again.”

Harry shook his head in disapproval. He walked where he left his keys and grabbed his jacket and Y/N’s.

“I’m taking ya, love. I don’t trust bus drivers, especially at this time.” Harry added. Y/N nodded her head and grabbed her jacket from Harry’s hand.

She couldn’t say no to his offer. Why would she decline? She wanted to spend as much time with him even though their time was limited because they were heading towards her apartment where she would dread of saying goodbye to him. But she was too stubborn to kiss him back and instead of kissing him back she decided to fake sneeze. What a classic save.

Harry drove, his sights on the road, but there would be tiny moments and glance at Y/N. He wanted to kiss her so bad. Why did she have to sneeze? He wanted those, he wanted her. Not sexually, but he just wanted more time with her. Times where they can hang out with each other and talk about personal stories and talking more about what they love doing. He wanted that so bad. He wants to be honest with her, but he feels like it won’t end up well.

The car ride came to a stop when Harry pulled up to Y/N’s apartment. Y/N was about to jump out of Harry’s car when Harry stopped her by holding onto her hand.

“Goodnight, love.” He smiled, his eyes tired.

Y/N smiled back and told him the same. They said goodbye and Y/N was walking up to her apartment as Harry drove off once he made sure she was in her apartment, safely. She prepared herself to go to bed and she lied down on her bed staring up at the ceiling.

Fuck! What the fuck was she going to do? She couldn’t just lean in and kiss him. She didn’t like Harry that way, or did she? Either way, she was relieved that they didn’t kiss it would have worsened the friendship that they had. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t kiss him and act as if the kiss never happened. And with that, with that she was glad that she leaned away from him. But for the rest of the night she couldn’t fall asleep. She knew she wanted to kiss him so bad and there was no way that she was going to doubt it, gosh how she wanted to kiss those beautiful heart-shaped lips of his. How much she really wanted to tell him that she has been loving him ever since the first time he started calling her to hang out or those times when he would simply invite her so she could spend more time with him and Evie. Why was she too stubborn to tell him that she wanted more, that she craved more than what they already were? Why was she scared? Why won’t she tell him?

Why won’t he tell her?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this part! Next part is going to be up hopefully by next week. (That’s my plan!!) Love you all so much and I would love to hear what you thought, and your feedback is always appreciated! Much Love! 💞❤💕💕

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