#Reader is a new mom

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No problem?

((TW: post partum issues, body self esteem issues, talk of breastfeeding, negative talk about self. Minors DNI.))

Katsumi was *adorable*. At 4 months, her carmine eyes had come in beautifully, and her full head of (h/c) hair, the same as yours swirled and spiked on her pretty little head.

She cooed as you fed her, for the 3rd time that night. Being an exclusively breast fed baby meant you were a milk machine 24-7.

Which also meant Katsuki was free to do his pro hero work at any time.

When he went back to work (a week. The workaholic went back on patrols a week after Katsumi was born. You were less than pleased.), you obviously had taken the brunt of...everything.

Sure, Mitsuki and Masaru visited and helped where they could- but you were the food source, the comfort, the *mother*. And at her age? Mom trumped everyone else.

However, the big day was about to happen. You were going to have a day to yourself, and Katsuki was going to take you out to dinner. Katsumi could take a bottle, thankfully-so she would be watched by Katsuki's parents.

You had taken a maternity leave from your pro hero work, so you hadn't really been outside (aside from Katsumi's doctor appointments) since her birth.

And it was nerve wracking. As you put her back in her bassinet, you couldn't help but worry.

What if you got engorged?

What if Katsumi was inconsolable?

What if she got sick?

What if she-

The door clicked open slowly. You sat up quickly, a hand hovering over Katsumi's sleeping form, ready to protect her.

"Relax. Its me." A familiar gruff voice said, unusually quiet. You let out a soft sigh.

"Katsuki. Geez." You sighed. He began to peel his costume off.

"I got about three hours of sleep I can get in before next patrols. So can you make sure the brat doesn't wake me up?" He asked, and you withheld your tongue.

As if you had gotten any consistent sleep the past months.

"Sure." You said quietly, settling back into bed. He ruffled your hair.

"Thanks. Night." He slipped in, and soon enough he was out.

You wanted to cry. Scream. Wring that stupid neck of his.

You took a breath. Maybe you shouldn't go out. Katsumi needed you here. Right?

No, you needed this. Everyone insisted.

So why did you feel so bad about it??

A few hours after Katsuki left for his agency, Mitsuki and Masaru came by to pick up Katsumi. As you adjusted her carseat once more, you began to explain things. You reached over, taking the bag you had packed that early morning.

"So here's three bottles and some frozen milk in case she wants more. Every three hours she gets like, about 5 ounces-so a full bottle, but she can eat more!" You said, handing Mitsuki her diaper bag, packed to bursting with everything you thought she might need. Mitsuki eyed the bag.

"This is....really heavy!" She chuckled, a bit suprised at the heft of it.

"Better overprepared than under!" You smiled. Masaru and Mitsuki looked at eachother.

"Right, well. We'll be off. Don't worry about a thing, (y/n)! She's gonna be just fine!" Mitsuki said, tapping the hood of their car.

Katsumi made a noise, and you flew to her side. "Oh, it's okay! You're gonna spend time with grandma and grandpop!!" You cooed, and Katsumi looked disgruntled. You frowned. "M-maybe...I can get her to calm down if I'm there-"

"(Y/n), relax!! You're running yourself ragged! Katsuki told us you barely even bathe! That's no good!" Mitsuki pushed her back to the door of her and Katsuki's apartment. "Just leave it to us! Katsumi's in great hands!"

"Okay. But my phone's on! And if I need to feed her instead of the bottle-"

Mitsuki closed the door. You stared at the door blankly, and heard the engine of their car roll away.

Well.

You stared down at the genkan, then shuffled a little. You gave a sniff in the air.

Oh. You smelled like milk, sweat and diaper cream.

Maybe...a bath couldn't hurt...

You hadn't really *looked* at yourself in the mirror for a hot minute. You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes looked tired, baggy and slightly red. Your skin had dry patches all over, and was.. that a pimple?? Your hair was dull and dry, but that wasn't the worst of it. You backed up, looking at your torso.

Oh god.

Where there was once a toned stomach, now was soft. Squishy. And...what were those lines?!

Stretchmarks!? Well. That made sense. And your boobs?? Once decent and perky, now like pancakes, nipples cracked slightly. Breastfeeding did a number on them, that was for sure.

What had happened to the sexy, pro hero (h/n)?? You barely recognized yourself. You felt like a pile of flesh, flabby and used up. You found yourself squatting down, flopping on the small shower stool. You felt the rolls squish and undulate as you sat down, and you felt worse. You quickly showered yourself off, avoiding looking at the mirror. You didn't even want to look at your...nether regions. It probably wasn't too good-looking either.

As you set yourself in the tub, you couldn't seem to enjoy it. You felt like a cow, probably smelled like one, and you were certainly producing milk like one.

No wonder Katsuki worked constantly.

"No, stop that." You said to yourself. Katsuki wouldn't be so vain. And he *cried* when Katsumi was born. There was no way he wasn't happy with his new little family.

You tried to think positively. As you got out of the bathtub, you dried yourself off quickly, going to the bedroom.

You had been wearing pj's and lounge clothes for months. You wondered if you could fit into your regular clothes now.

You stared at your jeans. "I'm sure I can fit into these..." one leg in, and the other followed.

Tight. You struggled with the button. Did....did your hips get wider?? You were careful during pregnancy with what you ate, and stayed active. And even though you still had to eat more calories due to breastfeeding, you hardly ate junk.

But here you were, barely fitting into your old clothes before the pregnancy. Once you squeezed yourself in, you grimaced.

Muffin top city. Population? You.

You immediately shucked off the offending material. You threw open your closet.

Soon, piles of your pre-pregnancy clothes were piled on the unmade bed. You had slid down the closet door, naked and feeling even worse than before. Nothing fit right. You didn't even want to think about how your hero costume would fit once you came back from maternity leave.

Would anyone even take you seriously?

You felt awful.

You swallowed back tears, and slowly got up. You went to your dresser, picking out a nursing bra and your maternity underwear. You felt like a leaky grandma, with the granny panties covering your pooch, and the bra wasn't exactly meant for a sexy lift, either. You slipped in some nursing pads, and grabbed some maternity pants and one of Katsuki's tshirts.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun, and went off to pump the milk now making your breasts feel tight.

Katsuki found you on the couch, snoring away. He kicked off his boots in the genkan, looking up at the clock. 5:39. "...Babe?" He looked down at you, leaning onto the back of the couch.

He sighed. He knew you needed the break. You probably hadn't slept right in months. He went to pull over a blanket over you, until he saw two dark spots on your chest.

Uh oh.

"...Oi, (y/n), wake up. Yer leakin'." He said, shaking your shoulder a little. Your eyes fluttered open, and he smirked. "Hey. You got a situation." He pointed to your chest. You looked down.

Crap.

You felt your boobs and sighed. You were full. Again. "Let me...go pump. I'll be back." You sighed, throwing off the now soiled shirt and bra, turning away to go to the bedroom.

Katsuki looked. He smiled softly at you.

There was the woman who he fell in love with. The woman who was the mother of his child, who he watched become something even more amazing than a hero. A mom. He remembered it like it was yesterday. You, giving birth to his child-sweat, tears and blood, shouting only once or twice in exhaustion. You had held onto his hand like a vice, he had never seen such determination from you. Not even when you did your pro hero work.

You were a goddess. You were amazing. You were *his*.

Not once did he see the flaws as flaws. Stretchmarks were like his scars from his high school years. Badges of honor. Your softer form felt warm and so *right*. And your boobs? Well...he had often gotten unusually jealous of their daughter once or twice, let's just leave it at that.

You felt his eyes staring at you. You turned. "What?"

"I love you."

The room went silent. Katsuki usually only said those words when something big was going on. Like their wedding. Or when she told him she was pregnant. Or when Katsumi was born. It wasn't because he didn't love you, no-far from it. He was a man of action and little words when it came to romance.

You found yourself crying. You crouched to the floor. He went to you, wrapping you up in his arms.

You found yourself word vomiting.

You found yourself admitting to him all your pains, your dark thoughts, your feelings of inadequacy and self loathing. He didn't shush you. He just rocked you back and forth as you cried.

You didn't think motherhood would be so lonely, so...sad. You didn't know if your old self would come back or not.

"What're you saying? Of course it won't." Katsuki suddenly said. You blinked away tears.

"H-huh?" You stuttered.

"I mean...You're always gonna be you. But...you also changed. You have to. People change all the time. You just....changed in a bigger way. You're a mom now. You can't stay the same. But..." he sighed. "Youre...You're beautiful. You keep getting more and more beautiful, and I..." he rubbed his forehead, his other arm still holding you to his chest. "...I feel like I'm falling in love with you all over again." He mumbled, ears turning red. You found yourself blushing. He swallowed. "Look, I'm shit at words-you know that. But where you see all that crappy stuff, I see a warrior. The woman I fell in love with all those years ago back in U.A . I see who you've become-and I still don't get how you can make me act like a lovesick idiot, even now. Dammit, woman!" He huffed. "You don't even know what you do to me, and here you are, thinking you're some sort of fat cow?! That's not just insulting to you. That's insulting to me." He suddenly narrowed his eyes. "How dare you insult my wife and my child's mother."

You trembled. Suddenly, you felt that hot, gooey feeling in the pit of your stomach. He scooped you up, and you squeaked. "K-katsuki! W-wait! I'm top less and I gotta pump-"

"Oh. Don't worry about that, babe." Katsuki smirked. "I'll take care of that...". You blushed. As he walked into the bedroom with you in his arms, you suddenly realized what he meant.

Oh dear.

((Okay. This is purely self-indulgent. As a mom with a now 15 month old, I really poured myself into this. What reader is experiencing I totally felt, and still felt. I actually cried a little when I got to the self depreciation scene. Because that was me. It's still me. Post partum is a bitch. Motherhood tested me so much, and still does. It probably won't make much sense to you till you actually go through it, but it's crazy. Ironically, I was breastfeeding my kid while I wrote half of this. So...maybe this is also a love letter to myself and to any mom's on here still trying to find themselves. Also, you can't tell me Katsuki wouldn't be crying silent tears while holding his kid, you just can't convince me otherwise. Should I do a part two?))

[robo-writing]

Mother reader with Logan as her new neighbor, looking at this sweet little lady run around with her hair in a messy bun and baby food staining her shirt, clearly tired and overrun and very much in need of a break. Sweet thing she is, waves to the neighbors each morning before walking her kid to school every morning, and Logan can’t help but watch from afar. Like waving a bone in front of a starving dog, he feels his chest tighten as you scurry about the town.

Enter Logan, who overhears you complain about a broken sink you can’t afford to fix so he leans up against your fence, waves you down and says that he “heard from a friend of a friend” that you’re having sink issues and would you guess it? He’s pretty handy with a toolbox. Plants his feet in the ground and won’t accept no for an answer, no matter how many times you try to decline.

When he comes over to fix it he’s appalled at the state of your home, toys everywhere, children running about. “Where’s dad?” He asks and come to find out you’re a single mother, poor thing like you. He fixes your sink and you offer him some food in return, an old apple pie you baked for a school fundraiser that you never went to.

“Sorry if it’s not exactly fresh,” you mumble, but Logan wouldn’t give a damn if you had fished it out of the trash. You let him into your personal space and offered him food? Clearly your parents never taught you—you should never feed strays, or they’ll keep coming back for more.

And boy, do you feed him. He offers help anytime you need it which ends up being quite often, it’s truly the strangest thing—reports of animals attacking water lines and such, but aren’t you lucky you’ve got Logan to help? Who else would offer you their shower? And don’t forget about the time your lawnmower was stolen, of course you can borrow his—hell, he’ll mow it for you free of charge.

Of course, you’re not totally blameless in this little cat and mouse game—walking around his house in only a towel, water clinging to your bare legs as you thank him, staring at his shirtless form from the window when you think he’s not watching.

You don’t realize how bad it’s gotten until your little one calls Logan “Daddy” one day, embarrassment hot against your face as you work to correct her. Little do you notice Logan standing behind you, a sharp-toothed smile against his rugged features.

“Daddy, huh? Got a nice ring to it.”

pt 2

[yuwuta]

f2l with katsuki but there’s nobody who rides harder for you two being a couple than izuku. not in a weird pining threeway kind of way, just genuinely, from the bottom of his heart, he’s always believed you two should be together. he’s watched you two growing up, he’s chased after you two, he’s seen the way you both lean into each other and still find space to pull him in, too. he thinks you and katsuki deserve each other, he knows you two are meant for each other. it’s excruciating for izuku to watch you two not realize it for so long, heartbreaking to watch kacchan figure it out but not say anything, and the worst pain of all is watching you date other people because you’re too stubborn to realize your soulmate has been right next to you your entire life. it’s exhausting, and izuku is bitter about it.

and petty. whenever you mention you have a date, his response is always “is it with kacchan?” “huh? no, it’s—” “that’s too bad then.” he pretends not to remember any of your dates’ names and somewhere along the way he just stops pretending and really doesn’t care to learn them. he’s sweet and all smiles with everyone else, but the second someone other than katsuki is interested in you, there’s a straight frown on his lips. he’s out for drinks with katsuki and he’s noticed some guys eyeing him from across the restaurant, so izuku goes to greet them while katsuki is in the bathroom, all bright smiles and hero facade beaming as he signs the shorter one’s baseball cap with a sigh, “kacchan is handsome, right? you should see his girl, she’s stunning too,” capping the sharpie and any potential plans for flirting for the evening. he’s spent many nights gossiping with mitsuki and inko about you two, crying about how seeing you two dating other people is harder than any other mission he’s ever been sent on.

to a certain degree, he can respect the pining. he can understand the hesitation to make such a big change in a relationship that’s so foundational in your life. but, sometimes izuku just wants to shove the two of you in a locker and keep you in there until you decide to be together. he spends so much time with his chin in his palm, sighing with such yearning for a relationship that isn’t even his own. his eyes are soft right now, watching you and katsuki in the communal kitchen of the agency. there’s a slight glare shining through the glass walls, but he can see your smiles bright as day. you lean with your back to the counter, stirring your tea mindlessly as katsuki faces you, arms crossed but posture relaxed, no doubt saying something to rile you up judging by the slick grin on his face. you’re much shorter than him now, but izuku remembers the days when you were taller than both of them back in second grade. he thinks the height difference panned out nicely; kacchan could lean down and kiss you right now. izuku wishes he would. they only keep that tea in the cabinets for the days you decide to visit, and katsuki only teases to hear your sharp tongue counter him. he must be in a particularly good mood today—or maybe, he’s happy because you’ve visited—judging by the way he throws his head back with a hearty cackle after you’ve said something to him. that’s good, hopefully you’ll keep his spirits up when they leave for patrol later. izuku gets so caught up in his daydreaming that he’s startled when there’s a knocking on the glass, and now you’re next to it smiling at his startled face and waving to him. he looks at you, then back to katsuki, who’s shadowed you to the glass wall, hovering protectively like he always has. izuku shakes his head in disbelief, but waves back. he finds the glass fitting, a window he’s looking into. he just hopes the scene changes to something more romantic sooner rather than later.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Honey, I’m Home-!

Sirius Black x Mom! Reader

Ever since Sirius was sent to Azkaban, you were the one in charge of raising Harry. Doing your best, and lucky to have Remus to help. Because of that, a certain Rat wasn’t able to avoid any of your gazes. When Harry’s third year came to a end, you were given quite a surprise at the train station

Warnings 18+, P in V, Female Reader, high emotions, hurt comfort, fluffy and heated sex, getting back together, implied breeding kink, taking care of your man with baths food and you, sir this bed is about to be destroyed with how hard he’s going to rail you. Also, implied Wolfstar/ Remus x You/Poly situation deal up in here hehehehe

“Harry-!” You called, with a smile. Always there to pick him up from the station, every single time. As a good parent would. Ever since you found out he had such a risk to end up at the Dursleys, like hell you would let that happen. Made you pamper him a bit, given your good friends lost their lives for him. But like hell he didn’t deserve it.

“Shhh shh-!” Harry was soon hushing his friends, leaving you confused. Hermione and Ron quick to hush up, while Remus would set the last of the bags off the train. Wanting to help out, since there were so many Weasleys to worry about. The way he smiled, you were even more curious. You couldn’t recall the last time he looked so relieved. Was there a change in laws that permitted him to work at Hogwarts?

“Children, settle down. Settle down. Go on and show her the surprise.” He teases them, as he would help Molly with the rest of the Weasleys. He threw you a wink, which had you very confused. Not what did that Marauder have in mind this time?

“Mum…..Can we get a dog?” Harry asked you, as the trio stood next to each other. With cuts and bruises all over, but smiling. Even Ron seemed chipper, despite the fact he was in crutch. The hell did those three get into this time?

“A dog-? Harry….You know why we can’t get a dog.” You sighed, not wanting to have this discussion again. With out Sirius, you just couldn’t. Any dog was to painful of a reminder. Oh how you miss your padfoot. What you would give to see him again.

“Mum, please? He’s got no where else to go. Just look at him-“ Harry pleaded, as the trio stepped aside. The dog now exposed to you. Was so painfully skinny, yet also so furry at the same time. Matted fur, and just looking like a grim. He looked so much like Sirius, but so dead as well. Your heart just couldn’t say no this time.

The defeated sigh had them cheer, as Remus returned. Still giving you this coy smile, that had you furrow your brows. You felt like you were missing something, but you didn’t know what. You just knew that it was time to take everyone home.

With Harry hugging his friends goodbye, while this new dog stuck close to your legs, Remus would catch up quickly with Molly. Explaining something. You swore it was about Scabbers, but the new playmate was keeping your attention. Suddenly jumping on you, and licking your face.

“ACK-! HEEL HEEL-!” You called, as the dog was just to strong. How was something so fragile so durable? Reminded you of Sirius. How even in his dog form he was able to tackle people down. Was just making your heart hurt more, which in a morbid sense made you unable to refuse the dog either.

“Mum, Uncle Remus said you should head home with our new dog. He needs me to stay here and catch Mrs. Weasley up on stuff.” The way he fidgeted with his glasses told you it was a mixture of a lie and some truths. What the hell were these people planning? Was this some scheme to help you move on? Accept Sirius was never coming back? That hurt, but also a point was made. Who can escape Azkaban?

“Alright. But be home before dark.” You warned, as you kissed his forehead. Right on his scar, which made him smile. He made sure to give you a hug, before quickly returning to the red heads. Poor Molly looked ready to faint. Make that she did, and the twins had to catch her. Yeah, like hell you wanted to be involved with that.

“Alright, let’s-“ But the dog was running. Right through the wall, with no hesitation. You were flabbergasted, but had no time to think. Harry’s new dog was running off. No way you wanted his poor heart broken over that. So, you ran after it. Trying to catch up, but it seemed high on life.

“GET BACK HERE-!” You hollered, as the dog was running like it was the last thing it could ever do. You were so focused on trying to catch up to it, you barely noticed where you were running towards. By the time you finally caught up, you were wheezing. Hands on your knees, as the door the dog stopped at opened.

“About time Master and Mistress Black returned.” Kreacher sneered, as the dog hurried inside. Did he say what you think he said? No way. That can’t be Sirius. No way in hell. Looks like him, but he’s in Azkaban. You don’t just escape Azkaban. Sure, the daily prophet said he did. But it was more than likely gossip gone wild. You swore every week they said someone did, only for them to be returned the next day.

“Kreacher, phew, give me a minute here.” You coughed, as you stumbled inside. Left for the building to vanish, in the early morning fog. As if it was never there. Leaving you to be alone, with the elf and dog, as you hung up your coat.

You did your best with making the home more live able. The spare rooms built for whenever Harry wanted friends over for the summers. Along with just a safe haven for friends in need of a stay. You turned what was once a cage, into a proper home. Seemed the dog loved it, as it was quick to run up the stairs. Bolting past the curtained painting, and straight to your bedroom.

“How does it….No. no this can’t be. No way…” It was starting to become harder to deny, as you walked up the stairs. By the time you reached the door, you heard it. That familiar eerie bone cracking, when a animagus was changing forms. No way. It couldn’t be. It can’t-

“Home sweet home-“ That gruff voice sung to you, as you opened the door. There he was. Your husband. Your world. Your everything. Standing there, bending his back, as he sported a tattered Azkaban uniform. Bloody, dirty, hardly clothing at all. Hair a mangled mess, and in desempate need of a bath and shave. He was so sickly thin, the very thin fabric was just a sheet on him. Hardly could process it, when those dark eyes locked on yours. Hair so long now, and body tattered. No matter the design, it was still him. Your Sirius.

“Hardly changed a day…” He dreamily said, with that exhausted smile. He was so drained, but you could still see the pure joy in his eyes. He was home. He was with you, and could be there for Harry now. His best friend Remus was in his life again. He’s not in that damn prison, and he’s in your sight once more.

You didn’t care about the grime, as you practically fell into his arms. Sobbing in joy, as he held you close. Despite his thinner structure, he was able to hold you tightly. As tightly as he could, and sway with you. No need for words. Just gentle tears.

That was why Remus was so coy, and why Harry had you two run off. You two needed time to reconnect. Even so young, Harry could grasp how important this was. Guess you were rasing him right. Seemed also that Kreacher might have missed Sirius as well, because you could hear a bath being run. No one asked for it, but he did it. His own free choice. He missed him, in his own way.

“Darling, I love you so much. I really do, but I am so fucking gross right now. You know I’m being honest when even I’m unable to handle my own stink. I’ve had sex with Moony under a full moon. I’m GROSS gross right now. I will kill for a bath-“ He went on, making you just laugh with your tears. Despite the years in such a horrific prison, he was still himself. Guess he was always a little insane.

You didn’t let him go an inch, as you trailed after him to the bathroom. More than happy to help him wash. Just enjoying the needed intimate moment. Just a wife, washing her husband. By god was he filthy. By the time Harry and Remus returned, he was finally drying off. You had no idea if the bathtub will ever recover. Least he was now in his favorite black robe.

“I’ve got dinner handled, don’t worry-!” Remus called, as Sirius would come down the stairs with you. Unable to let go of his arm, and he hardly complained. He missed your touch all the same, as you two would enter the dinning room. Where Harry sat.

“Guess we better start from the beginning.” Harry murmured. You had already gotten used to your son’s insane adventures, but this one took the cake. He got his god father out of Azkaban, somehow-? Yeah, you were sitting down for this. Mindlessly playing with the exposed chest hair you could grab, as the trio of misfits began to explain.

Even while eating, more like Sirius devouring anything in sight, there was so much to discuss. Was mostly Remus, and Harry, speaking. Given Sirius was more so busy hiding during that time frame. Oh how your heart had broken, and repaired, over and over from it all. Your poor husband. But, he’s back now. He’s back, and he’s never leaving you again.

“I know you are my god father and all, but….Do I call you dad now-?” Harry asked. He’s thirteen, still a child after all. It’s going to be a lot to process, even by Wizard standards. With his meal finished, Sirius did have to think a moment. Dispite the fact Harry knew Sirius from stories, because of you and Remus, he was still a stranger after all.

“Uncle Padfoot will work just fine.” He smiled, as he ruffled Harry’s hair. That made the young teen give an awkward grin, as there was something to work with now. Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier. Just staring with such love to him, with your head on his shoulder. Taking in that scent, as Remus was unable to stop his smile to.

“Harry, dear, why don’t we go out for a walk. Hm?” Remus asked him, making the boy raise a brow. Why would he want to….Oh. Right. Remus would give a gentle head nudge towards the door, and Harry was quick to get the message. Grabbing his jacket, wand, and chasing after his uncle. Not wanting to say another word, as he really rather not think about his mother’s sex life. Even if it’s with his god father.

The second the door closed, you were yanked from your chair. You gave a squeak, as you were tossed over his shoulder. Just like the old days at school. Whenever he wanted your attention, he simply tossed you over his shoulder. Forcing you to pay attention to him, as he would steal you to a private room for a discussion.

“I’m not letting you out of that bed until the head board breaks-“ He warned, as that had your heart racing. Twelve years is a long time, and there was most certainly some catching up to do. You couldn’t deny that, as you watch the stairs trail behind him. Escorting you to your once shared bedroom. Now together again.

You were plopped right on the bed, and he was on you like the hungry dog he was. Stealing you into his lips, and you couldn’t stop your moaning. It had been so long. You needed him as badly as he needed you. How you were enjoying the new long hair, and tangling your fingers into it. Needing as much skin as you could get from him.

He was more than happy to give it to you. The robe thrown aside, as he was pulling at your clothes. Not giving damn if they tore. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He wanted to fuck his wife, and by god was he going to. Twelve years, in Azkaban. He’s going to get all twelve years of pent up desire out in one night. Will your body recover? Do you even care?

“Sirius-“ You sighed, as he finally got your top off. His face buried into your chest, as he snapped your bra strap off. Tossing it aside, as he drank you up. Just feeling your skin on his, and savoring the long missed flesh against his bearded face. Feeling that freshly softened hair on your chest felt so good. Every single fiber of your existence was on fire. Felt like you might implode.

“Not a day passed by, that I wasn’t thinking of you. You, Remus, Harry, you three were what kept me sane. I knew you three were safe with each other. Waiting for me. I came back. I came back, like I promised.” He sighed, as you felt the tears on your chest. Gentle fingers played with his hair, as to try and calm him down. Comforting him.

“I always knew you would.” You felt so silly thinking Remus would ever try and help you move on. Hypocrite he would have been. Human emotions be human emotions, and they were being carnal right now. Needing to burn and burn and burn.

“Have me again, like you’ve had me before.” You asked him, as you cupped his face. Having that thick beard nuzzle into your palm, as those dark eyes stared up to yours. So much pain in his face, but comfort in his eyes. It’s a long journey to recover, but his soul was still there. His body is damaged, but a body can repair. A mind is harder, and that was the battle. A battle he won.

With a kiss to your palm, he would soon attack your lips. Growling into you, as he pulled away the rest of your clothes. Needing to devour your body. Soon marking away at your neck, your chest, your arms. If there was anything his lips could grasp, and making sure you were marked. As if to remind the world you belonged to him, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not anymore.

“Sirius, how can you still be such a tease?” You whined, as he was grazing his teeth over your thigh. Leaving a bite on your flesh. Letting himself enjoy the flavor of the tingling flesh under his tongue.

“What? I’m an old dog. Old dogs have bad habits.” He teased, before he finally allowed you to get some attention. He really didn’t change, and you were shocked. Never thought being abused could be useful. Only a Black would have such a morbid survival skill.

Before any more depressing thoughts could fill your head, you were able to enjoy the familiar sight. Your husband between your legs, with his cock rubbing against you. The tip of his cock coming into view, whenever he rolled his hips up and down. Rubbing right on your clit, and making you whimper. Sure you’ve played with yourself, but nothing beats his touch.

You both were gripping tightly. Him on your thighs, while you grabbed his shoulders. Needing to feel him in your hands. You both needed it so badly, but both held a near fear. As if afraid that it was all a dream. Luckily, he had the nerve to test that fear. Test it, as he finally pushed in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this-“ He moaned, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The way he growled, and his body just shivered. Aching, and moaning. Might spill just then, if he didn’t stop. Just savoring the feeling of being back inside of you, and how your eyes watered from pure comfort. To have your husband back.

He would lean down, and kiss away your tears, before he allowed himself to move. Just moaning for you, as his nails dug into your flesh. Marking you more, as you moaned into each others mouths. Needing to drink in every last thing you both could offer. So much to catch up on, and to make up for.

With the tender moment passing, you were soon reminded of the wild man you married. The feeling of your legs being pushed towards your shoulders, as he tried to get into you deeper. With his hands now on your ankles, as he was snapping his hips into yours. Needing to make sure you felt ever inch of him.

You loved it, and missed it, all. The feeling of your arms around his neck, and tangling your fingers into his hair. How he growled into you, and the snarls. Oh how you loved how animalistic he was for you. How he would bark and howl at the beg and call to you. Your big bad wolf.

It was all you missed. Had you in a mixture of tears, and pure desire. How he wanted to fight your tears, and kissed you. As heated as he could, to make up for the years parted. To taste you, and savor you all over again. Just the sounds of your moans, the creaking bed, and the flesh on flesh.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, but you felt him pull your lip. Sinking his teeth into it. A typical sign that he was close. A need to ground himself, to last a little longer. Oh how you missed his little habits. That thrill of pain again sent you over, as you came with him. To be as connected as possible.

You expected to get a moment to savor the after glow, but he kept true to his word. You were soon tossed onto your stomach, with the ass in the air. Of course he wanted doggy. It’s cheesey, but a favorite. Suppose one more round could be mustered.

One more became two, and three, and soon you had to chug a Pepper Up potion to keep up. You lost track of the rounds, before you were laid on your back. Soaked in sweat, and sticky from it all. Sheets hardly on the bed, and you were certain there were cracks in the wood. Hardly could breathe, but it seemed he was satisfied.

“Pretty sure you fucked a dozen kids into me.” You wheezed, as he chuckled. Enjoying a much needed cigarette, but still making sure you were comforted. Having your head in his lap, as he played with your face. Admiring all your features.

“Good.” He snickered, as you swatted at his hand. The both of you able to share a laugh, as there was a soft knock at the door. All Sirius had to do was give a sniff in the air, and he knew who it was. A whistle was given, before he grabbed a pillow for you. So you could cover up, despite the fact Remus has certainly saw you naked many times.

“Feeling better now-? Could have used a silencing charm. Had to tell Harry Kreacher was fixing a wardrobe.” Remus scoffed, with a tray of needed drinks and snacks. He would set it down on the bed side table, before joining on the bed. He deserved to catch up with Sirius to. Fine by you.

With some shifting, you were soon snuggled between the two men. Sirius still playing with your hair, as the two men remained sitting up. Keeping their voices low, so you could drift. Just able to be safe, and warm, again. Snuggling your husband, and comforted by the sound of old memories.

What a wonderful lullaby.

[hanafubukki]

I just read your “riddle as a dad” trilogy and I was wondering if you could write for a reader that is still beefing with his mom,

like they try and be in the room/at home with their kid when his mom visits and they give her a fleeting glare whenever she says something snarky about their kid’s development and studies like, “You’re too lenient with that child..” and reader gives her the meanest side eye and looks her up and down

[Referring to these fics: 1, 2, and 3]

Hello Anonie 💞💚🌺

I feel when Riddle and his SO became serious, they would have several agreements between them.

Don’t fight in front of their child. (Riddle’s parents always did.)

Talk to each other about their child and what they think is best but also include their child wants and needs.

Riddle would handle his mother when she visited.

They would allow their child’s friends over. Their home would be open and not a prison.

Amongst other agreements.

I feel that when Mrs. Rosehearts visits, Riddle is usually there to handle her. He doesn’t want you to deal with her. He knows how his mother can be, but it’s not like you let Riddle handle her alone. You’re right there with him every step of the way.

You support him, as partners. You two show her what a married couple should act like.

But this is Mrs. Rosehearts we’re talking about, I wouldn’t put it past her to pop in randomly either. Though she seems the more…punctual type in my opinion and would send notices in advance.

So if Riddle is busy and can’t be home one day, I can see you and your child have to keep her company.

If Mrs. Rosehearts does manage to say scathing words in front of your child, I see her being interrupted by your sharpened tone.

Kneeling down in front of your precious one and kissing their cheek before telling them to go play in their room and you’ll call them later for dinner.

Before turning and letting your opinion be heard, making sure your voice doesn’t rise to a tone that your child could hear.

She might be Mrs. Rosehearts, Riddle’s mother, but you’re a Rosehearts now too and she has no say about your kid.

Later on, I can see Riddle comfort you after such a stressful day. Taking comfort in his warmth.

I also see both Riddle and you talking to your young one and settling any worries they might have and how much you two love them.

[dameronspector]

How Sam reacts to you doing house chores when you are pregnant

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Sam and Reader are married, Mentions of pregnancy related stuff like cravings, belly bumps, doctors visits, joint pain, etc. that’s all I think.

AN: i saw a video on this and I was like I NEED to write this w Sam

“Woman!”

You jumped and dropped the mug which was luckily caught by Sam’s quick reflexes.

“What the hell, Sam! I told you not to sneak up on me like that!”, you scolded him.

“And I told you not to do shit around the house! Whatever happened to relaxing on the couch and calling me for help?”, he scolded you back, his face twisted in an incredulous expression.

You rolled your eyes.

“Sam, I’m pregnant. Not bed ridden. I can make myself a cup of tea”, you groaned.

As soon as he had discovered that your baby bump had popped out, he had turned into a helicopter parent. Always following you around the house to make sure you didn’t do anything “stressful”. Not that he wasn’t overprotective right from the moment you found out that you’re pregnant. But now that he could see it, he wanted you to stay seated and order him around (his words, not yours.)

Whenever he was away, he would drop you off at Sarah’s or call her over and he would ask her to keep an eye on you. You loved spending time with Sarah because she had all the experience and she would give you some important tips and cooked amazing food, satisfying your cravings.

If Sarah was busy, he would put Bucky on the job and honestly, he was just as bad because he had no clue what to do so he would treat you like you were the baby. You had banned him from putting Joaquin on the job because he’s a child himself and it makes you feel like you’re geriatric. Plus, you were not going to traumatise him with your unpredictable mood swings.

You were now in your 6th month and your bump was pretty big. Which means that Sam had put you on the bench for every little thing. It was endearing but also annoying because you loved to be independent.

“You’re 6 months pregnant, babe. You can barely walk without your back hurting. I don’t want you to put stress on your back or your bump”, he told you and put his arms around your shoulders to move you away from the counter. He squeezed your shoulders and began preparing your tea.

You sauntered over to him with a hand supporting your belly and leaned on his shoulder, murmuring a “You’re lucky you’re cute, Wilson”, into it before pressing a kiss on the same spot.

He let out his cheerful laugh and turned his head to kiss your temple.

-

You and Sam had just finished your dinner and you helped him carry the plates to the kitchen. He had not stopped you so far so you decided to push your luck.

You were about to put your plate down in the sink and turn on the faucet, when a hand turned it off and took your plate out of your hands.

“Nuh-uh. You’re out. Go sit on the couch”, he told you firmly.

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and pouted at him.

“Please? Just this once-”

“Baby, no. It’s gonna put pressure on your belly and your legs. The little tyke is not the size of a bean anymore”, he explained before lovingly rubbing a palm over your belly.

You jutted your lower lip out and he looked at you fondly before kissing it with an audible ‘smooch’.

“Go sit down, honey. I’ll bring you the dessert. What you craving for today? We got the chocolate cake and the ice cream sundae.”

You fell for the bribe and immediately forgot about the dishes. You hummed thoughtfully and pursed your lips.

“How about both?”

Sam flashed his pretty gap-toothed smile.

“I like how you think, Wilson.”

You gave him a sweet smile and kissed him before waddling back to the living room.

-

You were bored out of your mind. You woke up feeling extra tired today and it must’ve been written all over your face because Sam had immediately told you to, ‘sit pretty and tell me what to do’.

But it’s been hours since you woke up and did nothing productive. You tried reading a book but you couldn’t get comfortable enough so you closed the book with a huff of frustration. You decided to take a walk around the house and you noticed that the laundry was yet to be done.

So you quietly picked up the clothes, put it into a basket and carried it to the laundry room. Sam was making lunch for you two so you hoped he’d be busy enough to not pay attention to you.

You started the washing machine and began putting the clothes in. Just as you were about to bend to pick up a shirt-

“Oh my god, what are you doing?!”

Sam.

You let out a deep sigh.

He rushed over to take away the shirt from your hands and steadied you with a hand on your back and his free hand holding one of yours. His face was twisted in panic.

“What were you doing? I told you to call me if you need anything. Just go and sit-”

“Yes! I know! I know you told me to let you know if I needed anything but, Sam! I’m bored. I’m so bored. I need to do something productive. Sitting and doing nothing for hours is making me more irritated and makes my body hurt. I need to move! Please, let me do this”, you whined in irritation and felt your eyes prick with tears.

Sam’s face softened as soon as he saw your tears and he hugged you, your belly pressing into his gently. He rubbed your back with a hand and held your head close with the other.

“I’m sorry, baby. But, doc has told us not to bend at the waist, yeah? What if you end up hurting your back? Or your knees? Your centrifugal force is kinda off right now with the baby”, he explains to you calmly and runs his hand through your hair.

You sniffled.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just need to do something. Anything. Can I help you with the lunch, atleast?”

He kissed your head and leaned his cheek on it before humming.

“Well, lunch is almost done. How about we go on a walk after that? We’ll get some ice cream and when we get back home, you can help me dry the dishes, how about that?”

You closed your eyes and buried your head in his neck.

“Yeah, okay”, you replied with a shaky voice and hugged him tighter.

The two of you were quiet for a moment before you let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny, baby?”

“Centrifugal force? Since when do you have that in your vocabulary?”

He huffed over your head and poked your belly gently.

“Ha ha, very funny. I read!”

“Oh I’m sure, Sammy”, you broke into a fit of giggles.

“Shut up!”

-

AN: he’s so cute 💔 need to have his babies

[starvoidlover]

Sooo cuteee 🥰♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[bigheadbrooke-9]

✮⋆˙ Her eyes ⋆˚࿔

Dad!eddie Munson x mom!fem!reader

Summary: After delivering your daughter, Imani, you were surprised to see she inherited Eddie’s deep brown eyes and thick curls instead of your features. Despite the unexpected resemblance, she was breathtaking—her beauty a perfect mirror of her father. As the doctors tended to you, Eddie held her for the first time, overcome with emotion, unable to stop the tears streaming down his face.

Warnings: use of y/n, y/n giving birth, and possibly Eddie crying a lot. THIS IS SOO CUTE

A/N: You all know it's my specialty to write emotional content, and this is filled with a lot of emotions. I love you all ❤️

“Don’t push too hard, Y/N—this is the last one. Just one more, you’ve got this,” one of the female doctors instructed gently, her gloved hands steady and prepared.

I nodded through gritted teeth, my face flushed and drenched in sweat, every muscle in my body screaming. Eddie was beside me, cradling the back of my head with one hand and gripping my hand tightly with the other. The pain was unbearable, searing and overwhelming, and I was sure I couldn’t possibly endure another second. I let out a choked sob and buried my face into Eddie’s chest as I pushed with every ounce of strength I had left.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing, full of awe and love. “She’s almost here. Just a little more. You got this.” His hand rubbed gentle circles against my damp hair, and despite the agony, the touch grounded me, helping me hold on.

And then, as though the world stopped for a single beat—

“She’s here!” the doctor cried out with a mixture of relief and triumph.

I gasped for air, my body trembling, and lifted my head just enough to see her—tiny, squirming, with a shock of dark hair and flushed skin. Her cries rang out strong and immediate. She was perfect.

“You did so great, baby. I’m so proud of you,” Eddie murmured as he kissed my temple, lowering me gently onto the hospital bed as I tried to regulate my breathing. I felt numb from the waist down, but the relief of knowing she was safe and alive overwhelmed everything else.

“Dad, would you like to cut the cord?” one of the nurses asked. Eddie looked at me for permission, his expression full of reverence and disbelief. I gave him a faint nod, and he kissed my forehead again before stepping forward to make the ceremonial cut. The staff moved quickly and carefully, cleaning her up while Eddie returned to my side, his hand resting on my arm.

Moments later, a nurse placed her gently onto my bare chest. Her cries faded the instant she felt my skin and heard my heartbeat. She nestled close, her tiny fists curled near her face, as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life.

“She’s… she’s so warm,” I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes.

“She’s listening to you,” Eddie said softly, his eyes wide with wonder. “I thought she’d look like you, but… she looks just like me.”

He smiled through tears, brushing a trembling hand over her soft curls. “She even has my birthmark,” he added, pointing to a faint, lighter patch of skin on her upper arm.

I looked at him and then back down at her, my heart swelling with a love I didn’t know was possible. “You just became a father, Eddie. And she’s beautiful. You both are.”

The doctor approached again. “It’s time for skin-to-skin with Dad,” she said gently. Eddie glanced at me again, silently asking for permission. I smiled through the exhaustion. “It’s your baby too, bighead. Go on.”

He chuckled softly, his emotions still raw and visible. He pulled his shirt off, revealing the tattoos that danced across his chest and arms, and settled into the chair beside me. The nurse gently lifted our daughter and laid her against his chest. She immediately stilled, her tiny hand resting over his heart.

“Do we have a name for this beautiful little girl?” the nurse asked, beaming.

Eddie looked at me expectantly, his eyes still wet.

“Imani Munson,” I said, my voice quiet but full of certainty.

He kissed my cheek tenderly. “You’re naming her after me?”

I nodded. “She’s your mirror image. She’s an official Munson now.”

The nurses began cleaning me up, their voices hushed and efficient. I watched as Eddie held our daughter like she was the most fragile, precious thing on Earth. Her small eyes opened briefly, locking onto his as if she knew him already.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” I teased weakly. “Where are my features in her?”

Eddie chuckled, his voice breaking. “Give her time.”

She reached up then, her tiny fingers catching a lock of his long brown hair—not pulling, just touching, like she was memorizing him.

“She can’t really see yet,” I murmured, “but she knows who we are—she recognizes our voices, our heartbeats. She knows she’s safe.”

Eddie wiped his eyes quickly, embarrassed by the emotion that spilled over his face.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” I said gently. “You’re holding your first baby. You’re allowed to feel everything.”

He nodded, cradling her a little closer.

⸻

The hospital room was quiet, save for the gentle humming of machines and the occasional soft coo from the bassinet nearby. The midday sun poured in through the slats of the blinds, casting golden streaks across the white linen and pale blue walls. Imani was fast asleep in her bassinet, her tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath the pastel pink blanket the nurse had wrapped her in earlier that morning. Eddie sat near me on the edge of the bed, his fingers absently tracing mine as I began to pump breast milk for our daughter.

His eyes wandered for a moment, thoughtful and soft, before he asked in a quiet voice, “Where did you get her name?”

I paused, gently adjusting the breast pump and glancing over at him. His gaze was already locked on me, curious but tender.

“I got it from your mother,” I replied, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “It was her middle name. I wanted to honor her… I know how much you miss her.”

Eddie’s hand tensed just slightly in mine before he exhaled slowly. I reached over, lacing our fingers together. He said nothing at first, his eyes glassing over with the weight of unspoken emotion.

“You’re trying to make me cry on purpose,” he finally said with a weak chuckle, his voice thick with affection.

I let out a soft laugh, squeezing his hand gently. Eddie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, resting his forehead briefly against the back of my hand.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mom, Y/N,” he murmured with such certainty that my heart clenched. His voice was heavy with sincerity, and I could see it all in the way he looked at me—how grateful he was, how in awe he felt watching our daughter sleep.

I followed his gaze to the bassinet. Imani was the definition of serenity in that moment—her plump little cheeks flushed with warmth, her mouth slightly parted as she dreamed. Her full head of dark curls peeked out from beneath the soft hat the nurse had fitted snugly on her head. She looked exactly like Eddie.

“She’s going to be a daddy’s girl. I can already tell,” I said, smiling at him, watching the way his dimples deepened when he laughed.

“She’s my princess,” he said with pride, brushing his thumb across my hand. As if hearing him, Imani stirred, letting out a tiny cry from her bassinet.

I laughed softly and looked at him. “Correction—she’s mommy’s princess.”

The moment she heard my voice, she settled, her cries softening until they faded entirely. Eddie stared in disbelief, then let out a warm, wholehearted laugh. It was a sound that echoed gently through the room and filled my chest with peace.

“See?” I whispered proudly. “Mommy’s baby.”

He grinned and shook his head. “She already knows who’s boss.”

I carefully removed the pump’s attachments and began sealing the filled milk bags, labeling them with the date and time before setting them into the cooler beside my hospital bed. I turned to Eddie. “It’s feeding time. Can you grab her for me?”

He was already standing, nodding. “You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart.”

With a gentle, practiced ease, he walked over to the bassinet, placing one hand behind Imani’s head and the other beneath her tiny body. He lifted her slowly, cradling her with the kind of tenderness most people reserve for miracles. His voice softened instinctively as he hummed under his breath and brought her over to me.

“Here we go, princess,” he said, carefully settling her into my arms.

I adjusted my gown and positioned her for nursing, guiding her mouth gently. She latched without fuss, her little fingers curling against my chest as she suckled with contentment. I exhaled a deep, grateful breath and looked down at her, my heart overwhelmed by the perfection of the moment.

“She’s beautiful,” I whispered.

Eddie sat back down beside me, one hand on my back, the other resting lightly against Imani’s tiny foot.

“She is,” he said softly. “Just like her mom.”

There was a long, peaceful silence where nothing needed to be said. We were here. Together. Our baby—our Imani—was safe, warm, and deeply loved.

And in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the faint scent of lavender and the softness of fresh linens, we were no longer two people discovering what love meant. We were a family—bound not just by blood, but by something far deeper.

Hey everyone! I can’t believe it’s been so long since I last posted. I’ve been away for way too long, and I think this will become a multiple-part series. So, right after this, around 3:30 or 4:30 PM Midwestern time, I’ll be releasing part two. In this next part, Imani will be older. I love you all! Have a great day!

[threepandas]

Bad End: Mama Mine

I woke, that first time, to the most beautiful child I had ever seen. Even through a fever that felt like it was cooking me from within, I could see she was different. It was honestly impossible not too. She looked cherubic. Angelic. Impossible, somehow. As though favored by the gods.

Even in worn, threadbare, patched then re-patched old clothes, so far from new as to have forgotten the name of it, she looked... like a dancer. Beautiful. A tiny painting brought to life. I couldn't understand, delirious as I was. I thought I was hallucinating. Worried her terribly.

She was just a small thing. Trying her best. Too care for her sick mother. She could barely reach the stove. Struggled to carry the buckets of water she needed, to cook and wipe my fevered sweat away. But she let nothing stop her. So determined to save me. Her little face so filled with love and worry, forever a step away from tears.

She was so afraid.

How could I do anything but love her back?

Disoriented or not. Lost and confused I may be. I had a child. Any plan I made? Would be for two. I had never really seen myself a mother, but cast into the role? I refused to abandon the child who loved and needed me. Who was innocent in all this.

Instead, as my fever broke, I held her close. Told her she had been so, so brave. Let her cry. Cuddled my little girl and gave myself a moment to just... breathe.

Then in the morning I got to work.

I appeared to be a single mother. A PEASANT single mother. Delightful. We had little to nothing to our name. I could try and fix that, I think. I knew a few crafts. But I had "forgotten" everything practical. Great. Luckily? I had a VERY observant little helper. Who remembered most of how everything was done.

I could context clues from there.

We made due.

Cleaned up the house, washed the linens, aired everything out. In bits and pieces, using half remembered wiki binges and crafting videos, I improved our little homestead somewhat. It wasn't by MUCH. I didn't have the skills. But it looked... nicer, I think. Homey.

We foraged. Sold hunted animals and things we had found. The occasional baked good. More then that? I tried to make time for my daughter. Keep her away from powerful eyes. The sort that might covet a pretty young thing. Taught her what I could.

Not just how to braid her beautiful hair, but that her beauty did not define her. That love was wonderful but not all there was to life. Too be wary of empty promises and watch for how the powerful treat those that they deem weaker then them. To lead with a smile but be prepared to throw her fist.

Also don't eat those mushrooms, honey, those are the poisonous ones.

I wish... Honestly? I wish I could have given my daughter a better childhood. Better education then the lessons scratched in dirt I was able. If I'd been able to REMEMBER. To recognize. Maybe I would have scrimped and saved more for third or forth hand textbooks, instead of the new hunting knife she so badly wanted.

But I didn't remember.

And as we were visiting town? PROPER town as opposed to our little settlement? I heard about wealthy, comparatively, family's having their children tested for... magic?

I faltered but adapted. Was it that much stranger then being transported into a new body and world? Magic it was then, I guess. Huh. We continued shopping. I bought my daughter a new sturdy pair of boots. Room to grow, would serve her well. She adored them. They had FLOWERS on them, mama! I couldn't help but laugh. Ah, my daughter is so cute!

Then I saw it.

As we passed the temple square. The only building in this whole town that could count as ostentatious. Some silk clad toddler broke from the pressing crowds, no doubt displeased with being crushed in on all sides. He wriggled free. Back from the steps and out into the road. Blind to the mortal peril he had just put himself in as the carriage of some wealthy To-Do raced carelessly down the street. Looking around, innocent, as only a toddler can as he wandered farther and farther from safety.

I dropped my shopping.

The world fuzzy and muffled, far away in my panic. Some Mother's instinct SCREAMING as I raced forward. Throwing a few people aside to reach the road. Then bolting. Distantly I heard my daughter scream, another scream as they finally notice, too late, their child was in mortal peril. But all I could see... was the little boy. Turning. Noticing. The big scary horses.

About to crush him to death.

Time felt slow.

I got there.

Then PAIN.

Far away, people were screaming. A child was crying. Small and terrified in my arms. Some arrogant voice was first demanding, then stuttering, then begging. A frantic voice, joined by others. Rich perfume. The... the child reaching for someone. Safe? Safe. I let go. Tried to smile. Ah... my daughters voice. Crying. Shhhh, shhhh. I'm sorry. It's okay. I'm sorry.

Ah... there... there was so much blood.....

Then there was LIGHT.

Like someone had cupped the sky itself and poured it directly onto me. Blue. So light and weightless and blue. The pain vanished as though erased. New agony and old aches alike. My eyes blinked open in suprise. And there? Tear stained and glowing? Was my daughter.

Like the sky itself had wrapped around her. Sunlight and blue sky and drifting clouds. Swirling like she was the world itself. Her eyes filled with tears when they connected with mine. With a choked cry, she through herself into my arms. Oh, baby. My poor baby. I wrapped my arms around her tight. Hugged her back for all I was worth.

"Your daughter?" A gentle voice asked.

I looked up. What HAD to be a noble woman sat, skirts ruined, in the dirt and blood at my head. Clutching desperately at the toddler I had saved. I could only nod. Understanding passed between us. Mother to mother.

Which is why, when a priest with covetous eyes came forward?

The noble women's smile turned cold.

She had changed her mind. She was, in fact, going to have her son tested by the temple closer to home. AND? She was going to be taking us with her. I agreed. Immediately and before anyone could try to seperate us. Daughter mine, darling, honey, Get In The Carriage. NOW.

We got out of there while the getting was still possible.

It was safe to assume, my new noble friend eventually said, that my daughter had magic. But what did that mean for us? Well, according to Nation Law? (Oh goodie. Laws I know nothing about.) She would have to attend the Royal Magica Academy.

What.

I knew that name. I KNEW that name! My jaw was surely on the floor, my daughter squeeking out flustered and rambling questions at my side. But... but all I could do? Was slowly turn to look at her. She was healthier then the game cover. Not as "that's not what real women look like!" Thin that... that in hindsight? Was probably prolonged food scarcity. Starvation.

She was taller too. Less... oh god, less "child like". That had to have been malnutrition. Stunted growth.

The way her hair shown, soft and healthy. The brightness to her skin and nails. Clarity to her eyes. Fullness to her cheeks. She was hardly even within sight of being a plump child, more muscle then anything, from a life of work and survival, but? She wasn't... waifish. I had made sure of that.

Even if it meant sacrificing my own meals to do so.

But I could SEE it. Could SEE the familiar features. The curling hair and doe like grey eyes. The generic princess character that I had been playing right before... before... God, I couldn't even remember the game's NAME. Just the plot. It had been mid at best. Magnificent art. Everyone raving there was some secret twist after the first play through.

So I grit my teeth a pushed through the generic. Tried to figure out what it was.

Never did get the chance. I died before the second play through and the twist everyone insisted made the game awesome. Now I wish I had caved and looked up spoilers. I tried to remember the mother. Did she die? What happens to my baby girl? Should I push her towards one man or another? Let her follow her heart?

It's a long, long night.

We stay in a guest room. Fancier then anything I've ever seen in this life. I keep my daughter calm. Help her avoid embarrassing herself. Tips for when in doubt. See, honey? It's a learning opportunity! No need to panic! Mama's certainly not, on the inside! She's very calm. Completely, utterly, definitely very ultra calm. Ha ha...

I think my soul had a panic attack.

Things moved very quickly after that. In the end, they had too, if I was to keep my daughter safe. The temple would want to train her. Her magic was apparently quite rare. Religiously significant. And being so lovely? She would make an EXCELLENT propaganda peice. A figurehead and puppet, forevermore in gilded chains.

Everything I feared for her.

No. That was NOT going to happen.

The Academy it was. Nobles and their games aside. The education would be unparalleled. She could probably even make friends. Possibly find love. I told her to Be CAREFUL. That is was a treacherous but beautiful place. Filled with powerful people used to getting their way. Do whatever she must to survive. Thrive. Be happy.

And remember, she is loved.

I...Returning home alone felt like ripping my heart out. I had thought I would have years, yet, before my daughter married and moved out. That I would have time to adjust. Get used to the idea, as my future son-in-law came around. Instead? I returned from a trip to emptiness. A life interrupted.

My daughters sewing, still resting, waiting for her, on the kitchen table.

I collapsed. Weeping. In the entryway.

My tiny home had never felt so vast and hollow.

Days passed. Then weeks. Finally, a letter arrived. Delivered by a very uncomfortable servant. The man checking more then once if I was TRUELY who he was supposed to deliver too. Clearly more then a little uncomfortable in the presence of such poverty. I did not care. I had a letter, thick with writing, from my daughter.

She was doing well.

MORE then well. My lessons had actually put her ahead of the curve in several classes, much to the shock and outrage of her peers. They had expected poverty to equal mental deficiency, it seems. And the library was quickly making up for any classes she was behind in. That's my girl!

She had made several friends that way. Quiet young ladies, willing to help her make sense of the complexities of history or magical theory. From nice, stable, neutral houses, too. No tea parties yet. Or boys. But I didn't care.

My baby had FRIENDS!

I sent a care package of her things back. Not indiscriminately, of course. But tools and notes, a few unfinished projects she had been working on to pass the time. Some snacks from home. They would likely still embarrass her somewhat, but... I did not want her to think I did not CARE. That I had tossed her towards that Academy and promptly forgotten her.

The servant, Geoffrey, and I got to see quite a lot of each other.

He got over the state of my house rather quickly. Instead, started bringing things he "just happened to have lying around" that would you look at THAT? I happened to need! Between letters on my daughter's meeting, then dramas, with pretty wealthy boys? Geoffrey helped me repair my roof. I mended his uniform. We shared new year's festivities together.

I even went to the actual festival, like I was some sort of lovely young thing.

As my daughter grew closer to graduation, the questions started. If I could go anywhere, where would it be? If I could do anything? What if I never had to work again? I wasn't a fool. Told her in no uncertain terms. If I EVER suspected she married for anything less then love and herself, I would disown her.

I did not sacrifice so that my daughter would SUFFER.

However... it seemed there was more then a few things my daughter had left from her letters. The next letter arrived in the hand of a man that wore Geoffrey's face, but even as I walked back towards my cabin from the forest... I knew.

That was not the man I had grown to love.

When the imposter turned, no doubt to lie, I RAN. Dropping my harvest of foraged wild greens. I had been planning to make a dish for him. One he was fond off. Perhaps my daughter's magic came from me, my line instead of her unknown father, or perhaps I had just enough to give it wings. To carry her to term.

Because...

I knew he was dead.

They pursued me. Of course they did. But this was a forest I had wandered for years. I lost them in the trees. Attacked them with rocks and stones. Destroyed my trails with rocks and rivers. Every hunter I crossed paths with an ally. Every hunting trap a peril I could lead them into. They were good.

I was better.

But more came.

Then more. And more. And MORE.

And I was not so good as to fend of a legion. I would not risk the village for some nobles scheme. I was dragged, bloody, bruised before some arrogant little sadist. A nasty little creature, like a porcelain doll filled with bile. What an utter waste of good fabric. I told her as much. Interrupt her sneering little monolog.

The backhand across the face barely hurt.

Toddlers had more muscle.

Unfortunate for this brat. My daughter had arrived in time to see that. And worse for this brat, she brought her friends and suitors. A veritable crowd of power and influence. The brat did not have the common sense to shut up while she was ahead. Even I, a peasant, could recognize royalty on sight. There were at least two of them before us.

MY daughter was not as merciful as the Cannon Protagonist had been.

It was a blood bath.

I tried to stay awake. Head wounds and all that. I... I had wanted to introduce Geoffrey to my daughter. Hinted at it, over my letters. I would... would never get the chance now... oh god. Geoff. Geoff, forgive me. Tears welled up. I could not stop them. Just as I could not stand. Just as I could not move...

I was... was rather useless... wasn't I?

Familiar yet no longer familiar arms threw themselves around me. Cradled me close to a softly perfumed chest, locks of hair I'd know anywhere, shielding me from the world.

"Mama..." my little girl said. Her voice the very picture of heartbreak. "I'm sorry. I... I was too late."

One of her suitors untied me. The knight, probably, from the calluses I felt. But all I could think about was, wrapping my daught in my arms. Together for the first time in years. And it had to be like THIS? Oh gods. Why was fate so cruel?

My little girl had grown so big.

This was a grown woman in my arms.

I just... I just wanted this terrible night to END. And as my daughters power slid over me? It did.

I woke up in a guest room. He dear friend Agatha had INSISTED. Geoffrey had worked for her family. It... it brought relief. To mourn with people who had known him. He had apparently spoken of me. Quite often. The sap.

It... it wasn't fair.

But when was life ever fair?

My daughter visisted. Now that i was finally closer. Her suitors dropped by, to pay their respects I think. Possibly win me over, as mother of their lady love. They were awkward little things. It was adorable. I was patient. Listened. Prodded them when then froze up, uncertain of what to talk about. Got them rambling about their hobbies. Really, it was no great difference then most shy kids.

The visited more. Stayed longer.

Brought gifts.

The gifts were expensive, elaborate, and wildly impractical. I was forced to gently explain why I, a peasant woman, could NOT accept their gift of fist size gemstones. It started with "I will be robbed" and ended with "they WILL be certain I stole these, no matter WHAT documentation you give me. I will die". They were very confused and alarmed. Much like puppies learning that suddenly treats were somehow illegal.

Agatha herself? Was a delight.

A very "mob" looking young lady with a sharp wit and an old man's sense of humor. Her personal maid was Geoffrey's niece. That neither held against me what had happened? Spoke of both of their maturity and grace. They WOULD however, never forgive the house that ordered the attack. I much agreed.

I considered, going back to the village, but...

The memories were too raw there.

I decided to follow my daughter, settle near wherever she decided to go. She seemed thrilled at the idea. Somehow, word spread. On the next visit, the future "head of the mage's tower" and man of entirely too many titles, Valtaan mentions an estate he owns near the Tower. How it lies empty. Would be the PERFECT place for a mother-in-law, you know... if he had one. Lovely gardens!

Oh, really?

Then, the Knight mentions how HE'S going to be stationed up North. In a Great Big Fortress with SO many rooms. Just... just SO MANY. Entirely too many, really. Honestly, he should bring more people! Like a wife! And... and a Mother-in-law! Really fill up the place, you know?

Mmmmhmmm.

The Prime Minister to be? Oh HE talks of TRAVEL. Ever considered traveling? The Embassies are LOVELY. So much to DO around them. Foreign lands, beautiful locals, silks and lovely little treats.

You don't say....

The Duke is blunt about it, at least.

I have a castle. I have SEVERAL castles. Estates. He is aware you are not motivated by that, but it does leave you with options for where you want to live should your daughter decide to marry him. And he DOES intend to marry my daughter. Second husband if not the first. Motivated, aren't we?

I politely infor both prince's, the SECOND they sit down, before they open their mouth, that I like them. I do. A lot in fact. But it's not going to happen. It'll be a cold day in hell the day I let my daughter marry into the royal family and they both know exactly why. They pause... consider it. Then nod.

They agree.

Wouldn't wish this life upon ANYONE who had a chance at something better.

My daughter graduates, with HONORS. There is much gnashing are rending of clothes from the elitist base. Ha! Get fucked. I STILL have no idea what the "twist" is in the plot or if I was being punked. Also not a single clue which, if any, of her suitors she's chosen. Could be all of um. I could care less so long as everyone consents and is aware of each other.

The graduation party is, naturally, grand. I'm in a dress one of the suitors likely bought for me. Somehow, I actually look like I belong. Instead of dancing and reveling, my munchkins hover. As though afraid to leave me alone at my first Big Girl Party. I laugh, trying to shoo them away. Go, go!

My daughter stubbornly shakes her head, leaning against me, her dress complimenting mine. Though I doubt I could be half as lovely.

"Noooo~ I refuse! I will be staying Right HERE, Mama!" Her voice is playful but... there's something strained. Desperate, that's never really gone away I think. Not since the accident. "What if someone tries to take you AWAY? You're too pretty! You gotta stay with US, mama!"

I laugh out loud, completely missing the interested looks that glance my way. Well to do gentleman, widowers and respected servants alike. Long time bachelor's, who's eyes linger a touch too long on the length of my neck, the curve of shoulder. The way it dips down, past my collarbones towards someplace... interesting.

My crowd of young protectors DO NOT miss the looks.

Bristle like angry cats. Eye venomous and society smiles sharp enough too cut glass. There is a murder to their expression. A command to Look Away.

While you still have EYES.

"No, Mama." My daughter insists when I try to tell her she's wrong. That I am far from desirable. "I'm not letting go. Not EVER. We're FAMILY. And that means? That means you're MINE."

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dan heng x gn reader — 1.6k — long overdue continuation of my dumb delinquent au (and the two remaining fans cheer in delight), high school au, probably very americanized, probably ooc, very super incredibly vague implications to sad things but it's so blink-and-you'll-miss-it, himeko is dan heng's adoptive guardian in this au, do u guys hate me for the hoops i'm jumping through to squeeze every character in this au, reluctant friends-to-crush-to-lovers fast/slow burn unbearable unspoken feelings trope

drabble no. 1 of this series/universe, u should probably read this first heh...

notes: hi guys, i'm back after taking yet another unplanned year-long hiatus, hope u missed me! (the crowd stays quiet) i bring u another delinquent au drabble because the worms got to me and i couldn't help it OK, OKAY?!?! enjoy! :3

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Dan Heng hasn’t seen much of you in the last week. 

It’s unusual, he defends his worries to himself, very unusual. Despite not having a single class with you, he sees you often. In the last few months since he’s known you, he’s seen you at least three times a week after school, sometimes bloody and other times free of any injury, but the point is, he sees you. Talks to you, lets you walk him home (and pointedly doesn’t let you take him to any antique stores or overpriced tea shops on the way there). 

Today is Friday, and the fifth day straight that he’s stood in the courtyard behind the school for thirty minutes after dismissal, waiting for you to show up, appearing in a breeze of glitter and dust like a poorly-practiced magician. It’s the fifth day straight that you haven’t shown up, and he’s starting to realize how paradoxical your friendship feels. 

Dan Heng is hesitant to even call it a friendship. It feels weird—it’s like he’s known you for years, like he’s grown up with you on the same block in the same neighborhood, except in truth he’s only known you for three months, and he just learned your birthday last week after (embarrassingly) prying it out of you. He doesn’t know where you live, which front door to knock on so that he can check up on you, he doesn’t even have your phone number. All he can do is circle the perimeter of school grounds, waiting for you to show up, or looking for a top hat somewhere so he can pull you up out of it like he’s the poorly-practiced magician and you’re the bunny that he’s unethically shoved into a top hat. 

Luckily for him, though, fifth time’s the charm, and on his (miserable, lonely) walk home, he bumps into you as he rounds the corner to his block. Like, really bumps into you.

He hears a semi-familiar shout of horror as he stumbles back, the sudden slam of pressure on his nose making his eyes water, and he clasps his hands over his nose (it doesn’t hurt that bad, he swears), and then your hands are grabbing his shoulder and giving him a firm shake before he can even process that it’s you he’s just stumbled into. 

“Oh!” You shout, and he registers the tilt of your head through his watery, cloudy vision, “It’s you! I was looking for you.”

Dan Heng feels like— laughing, dryly, or maybe grabbing your shoulders back and shaking you until you reflect on how ridiculous you sound—as if he wasn’t the one wandering school grounds for an hour each day for the last week in search of you, like a lost dog, and god he really hopes no one caught him doing that, but at the very least March 7th definitely saw him, which means it’s going to hit the rest of his social circle eventually and he’ll have to hang his head in shame and stay silent when all his friends ask him why he was moping for five days straight. 

“Looking for me?” he mumbles, repeating your words instead of coming up with a thought of his own because he’s still sort of reeling from the sudden sight of you and the buzzing ache in his nose. “Am I bleeding?” 

“Oh,” you say, yet again, and he feels your hands take his wrists and pull them away from his face so that you can get a good glimpse of him. “Nope, no blood. Thank god. I’d feel really bad if I had to return you to Himeko with your face mangled.” 

“Return me,” he echoes again, and in two seconds flat he sobers up and straightens his posture and finally gets a good look at your face. “What? Where have you been?” 

“Around,” you answer vaguely, like you always do, and Dan Heng is now half a step closer to actually shaking you by your shoulders and turning you upside down until the truth falls out of your pockets like cartoon coins. “I’m back now, though! I wasn’t going to get a perfect attendance award anyways, so it’s kind of whatever.” Your lips quirk up into a stupid smile, and your eyes are scanning his face and his potentially bruised nose bridge. “Did you miss me?” 

“Yeah,” he admits, like an idiot, and he unfortunately doesn’t miss the sudden stalling of your expression, the way your smile freezes for half a second and the twitch in your brow. “No,” he quickly rights, but it’s a moot point by now, “whatever. What do you mean, around? Have you been at school at all this week?” He finally looks down at your clothes, which are very much not any kind of school-uniform-adjacent garb, but rather a collared shirt with some kind of logo on the top left. 

“I’ve been working,” you say, and it’s maybe the most honest and straightforward answer that Dan Heng will ever get from you, so he relishes in it for a moment. “You know, a job. Have you heard of that before? Jobs? Employment?” 

“That’s allowed? Are we allowed to work?” 

“Well,” and you do it again, glance off to the side before coming back to him, “I hope so. I’m not looking to quit this job so soon. They hired me, so it’s all good. I just had to miss school this week so they could train me, but I’ll be back on Monday. You’ll get your daily dose of me again soon, don’t worry!” 

Working. Dan Heng doesn’t know much about your schedule, what you do after school besides annoy him and walk him home and get into fights with seemingly invisible and untraceable and unnameable people, but this feels like one more piece in a thousand-piece puzzle where half the pieces have been drenched in water and bent. He feels two steps away from knowing more about you at the same time that he feels miles away. 

“I’m at the movie theatre,” you tell him, “so you should come visit with your friends some day. Four to ten P.M. on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You can introduce me to your friends properly, you know,” and you have that nearly-tense, nearly-dishonest quirk of your lips, and you’re looking right at him like you’re trying to tell him something without saying it, “unless you’re too embarrassed to let them meet me.” 

This is not the first time you’ve said things like this, not by a long shot. Dan Heng thinks back, and is sure that you say something along the lines of aren’t you embarrassed at least once for every two times that he talks to you. Scared you’ll get caught with me? you asked him just last week, like being with you was a surefire way to get cursed or shunned or ostracized. Dan Heng doesn't get it, and it doesn't sound like you want him to. 

“No,” he says, steadfast, realizing belatedly that your hands are still around his wrists from when you’d tugged them down off his face, and his skin beneath your fingers is heating up rapidly, but so are the tips of his ears. “That’s not it,” and he really doesn’t have the strength to say anything deeper than that, so he dodges, “what were you doing on my street? Did you go to my house?” 

You’ve been caught. Sheepishly, you let go of his wrists, one hand going up to scratch the back of your neck instead, looking at his neighbor’s dead half-dead rose bush next to the sidewalk. “I kind of figured maybe I’d check in on you, or something. Ask to hang out. But when I came at three, you weren’t home yet, so I just kind of hung out with your mom. I was leaving just now. Figured you were busy, or something?” 

It’s an open-ended question, one that Dan Heng is very unwilling to honestly answer—if he did, he’d have to admit that the task that was oh-so-arduously occupying his time after school was sitting in the courtyard like a grieving wife waiting for her spouse to come home from war. He shakes his head instead of explaining anything—that should be enough of an answer. 

“She gave me cookies,” you continue in lieu of a real response from Dan Heng. “Seriously, am I the only one that eats them, or am I, like, stealing your only source of food every time I come over?” 

“The first one. I hate those things. They’re dry. I don’t understand how you eat them like that.” 

“Woah! Rude! Whatever, more for me. Hey, you’ll help me with all that schoolwork I missed, right?” You punch him in the shoulder playfully, which might’ve knocked the wind out of him had it been aimed any closer at his sternum. “I think we have almost all the same teachers. And I'm a quick learner, so it won't be so bad for you."

“Fine,” he says with a faux reluctance that would really only be convincing to a child, “I can walk you home.” 

“Haha,” and you punch his shoulder again, soothing it this time with a pat before you trail your hand up to the side of his neck, clasping the side of it with your warm palm, like you’re holding his pulse in your hand, and Dan Heng holds his breath so you won’t easily feel the rapid thump of blood underneath his skin, “maybe next time, champ.” 

You’re smiling again, laughing when you look at the paling expression on his face, like you know something he doesn’t, and he barely has time to feel disappointed at your easy rejection before you laugh, breathy, one more time, and say goodbye. 

(Himeko, to Dan Heng’s utter misery, hounds him for “details, the whole story, what did they say, Heng?!” the second he steps into the threshold of his house, keys still dangling from his hand. Terrible, awful, miserable. He does in fact, tell her everything.)

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“familiar yet unrecognizable faces” — new beginnings chapter III

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe cameron x mom!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of drugs, drug dealing, bruises

EDITH SPEAKS: a character that we absolutely HATE is being introduced in the fic for the very first time 😐 but keeping that aside, you will see why Rafe is at school 🤭🤭 sooo many of you guessed it accurately!!

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“Y/n!” Rafe exclaims, his own shock evident in his speech. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Sage’s first day here,” you say, and Rafe looks above your shoulder to see Sage very carefully inspecting some paint tubes kept next to the rest of the art supplies.

“I’m glad she’s in my class then,” Rafe smiles.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Your class?” You echo, confused. Even though you know exactly what he means, you want to hear it from him.

“I teach this class,” he says, walking inside. You follow him, watching him sit in the teacher’s chair, and he gestures to you to sit opposite him, a wooden table between you two.

“Wow okay,” you chuckle. You look around the classroom, the walls tinted a beautiful sky blue, with birds painted on them. The window shows a view of the carefully curated garden of the preschool.

“What, you didn’t expect me as a teacher?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips, the table supporting his elbows and his face resting in his hands.

“Honestly? No, not really, but I like it,” you smile, leaning back into your chair and resting your back.

Suddenly you feel your pants being tugged in an all too familiar way. You look down to see Sage, a bright smile on her face.

“Mamma it’s Fafe!” She yells excitedly. You laugh at her words and pull her up into your lap.

“Yes, it’s Rafe baby,” you look up at Rafe to see him with a smile, his eyes softened as he’s looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms.

“Hello Sage, are you excited to be here?” He asks, leaning in closer to her. She nods her head vigorously with excitement, causing Rafe to laugh at her actions.

“Well then why don’t you go sit with the rest of the kids? Your mom needs to do some important work now with me,” Sage hums at his words and jumps down your lap, and rushes to her new classmates.

Rafe opens a folder and hands you a paper and a pen. You look at it to see it’s just some basic paperwork regarding Sage, her name, her birthday, and the rest of the required fields.

“You just need to fill this out and we’re all set,” he tells you and you nod at his words, looking over the empty blanks of the form. You start filling them up, but one column makes you stop.

“Uh Rafe?” You call him out. He’d busy himself with some of his own work. “I uh, I don’t have anything to fill in here,” You say, pointing to one of the blanks on the page.

“Father’s name,” he mumbles, “are you a single mother?”

He had his speculations you were single, but he didn’t want to assume something before he knew something for sure.

“Yeah,” you shy away from his gaze, your eyes settling on your lap, “I’m divorced,”

“Alright, that’s no issue, just,” he takes a pen, “check this box,”

You look at the page to see he’s checked some box regarding single parents.

“Thank you,” you smile, taking the paper back from him and filling the rest of the form.

Once you’re done filling all the paperwork, you get up from your chair to go to Sage. She’s now busied herself with painting, her brush creating random strokes on a white page. You get on your knees in front of her, your hold on her shoulders. “Mamma’s going now, okay? Don’t misbehave,” you say, giving her a stern look.

“I won’t mamma,” she smiles, and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll come to pick you up very soon,” you tell her, getting up from the floor.

You turn around to see Rafe leaning next to the wooden table. He has a soft smile on his face, you can’t help but break into a smile yourself.

“I’ll, I’ll see you later,” your gaze has fallen to your shoes as you feel Rafe looking at you. There’s something about his blue eyes which always seem like they are piercing you. The kind of eyes which you ache to look at again just the second you stop looking at them.

The kind of eyes which are too easy to get lost in.

He wishes you well, and you leave the classroom, not knowing his gaze is fixed at you, longing for you.

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You’re sitting on your couch with Sage lying on your lap, her eyes closed as she’s lost in a deep slumber. The lights of your living room are dimmed, the bright light of the tv in front of you dances across you. One of Sage’s cartoons is playing, but as she’s drifted off, you switch the channel to the news one.

“Three men caught in exchange of drugs, the heroin weighs to around 15 kilograms,” the reporter on the tv says. A little video pops up next to him, showing three men with their backs towards the camera, and each man is being held by a policeman, their hands locked well in handcuffs.

The camera cuts to their faces, and the reporter continues speaking. “The men have been identified as Bill Anderson, Aaron Simmons, and Adrian Hayes. They have been…”

The voice of the reporter fades out, as you hear the familiar name and see the familiar face.

You only hear a ringing in your ear as you sit up straight, your eyes wide, as you see Adrian with bruises on his face, his hair reduced to a bare minimum, black circles prominent under his eyes, and pale skin to add to it all.

You can’t even recognise him.

This is the same man you gave you Sage.

The same man who once promised to love you for an eternity, but now, you’re seeing him on tv, completely unrecognizable, as he gets caught for drug dealing.

You shake your head, suddenly feeling your throat dry up, your eyes wide and breathing fast. You turn off the tv, not wanting to look at that horror anymore. You had almost forgotten about Sage sleeping in your lap, looking so peaceful as her chest heaves up and down with her deep breaths.

You pick her up in your arms and take her to her room, laying her in her bed. She doesn’t detect any single movement as she continues to sleep relaxedly. You gently kiss the top of her head, smoothing her hair with your hand.

“I’ll always keep you safe baby, always.”

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Well Aren’t You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

Life Is A Wonderful Adventure

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 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

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Life After Death Is An Even Better Adventure

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

[aspeni-cody]

Nap Time Negotiations

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Reader

Timeline/Setting: Modern AU – Married with a 7-month-old baby

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The late afternoon sun streamed softly through the living room curtains, casting golden stripes across the hardwood floor. The apartment, for once, was blissfully quiet. No baby babble. No fussing. No teething wails.

You gently closed the door to the nursery, holding your breath like a final prayer. The crib mattress had finally accepted your seven-month-old daughter’s tiny, warm body. Her breathing had evened out, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Success.

You tiptoed back down the hallway, exhaling slowly as you rubbed your shoulder from the hours of swaying, bouncing, and lullaby-humming. Giyu stood at the end of the hallway leaning against the doorframe, dressed in soft black sweatpants and a plain gray tee, hair loosely tied back.

“She asleep?” he asked, voice hushed and low.

“She better be,” you said, pressing your index finger to your lips. “I just aged five years trying to get her to nap.”

Giyu chuckled—quietly, of course—and reached for you as you approached. His hand slid around your waist, fingers splayed and familiar, guiding you gently into him.

“Good,” he murmured, tilting his head to brush his lips against yours, “because I’ve been waiting all day.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours—warm, slow, and just a little needy. The kind of kiss that reminded you you weren’t just a mom, but his partner. His love. His wife.

You melted into him, sighing softly as your hands curled into his shirt. His grip tightened on your waist as he nudged you backward, walking you gently into the bedroom until the back of your knees hit the bed. He didn’t push—he didn’t need to. The heat of his lips against yours, the subtle growl in his throat when your nails scraped lightly up the back of his neck… it was more than enough.

You pulled him down with you as you laid back, your legs curling instinctively around his waist. He smiled against your lips, his hand slipping beneath your shirt to trace the soft skin just above your hip. Goosebumps followed in his wake.

“I missed you today,” he murmured, brushing kisses along your jaw. “You’ve been a little preoccupied.”

“You mean keeping your child alive?” you teased breathlessly.

“Our child,” he corrected, dipping his head to your throat, where he kissed a sensitive spot that made you squirm. “But I’d still like some time with you too.”

You laughed softly until he nipped gently at your neck, dragging another sound from you entirely. His body pressed flush against yours, his hand cradling your thigh while his other kept you anchored close.

The kiss deepened—slower but more intense. You sighed into his mouth, letting your body respond, your hands trailing along the lines of his back. The kind of moment you hadn’t had in weeks. The kind that made your heart ache with love and your body ache with longing.

Just as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts—

“WAAAAHHHH!!”

The shrill cry from the monitor sliced through the tension like a knife. You both groaned in perfect sync.

Giyu dropped his forehead to your collarbone. “She has a sixth sense.”

“She really does,” you whispered with a weak laugh. “Sorry.”

He lifted his head just enough to kiss your lips once more, slow and sweet, despite the infant siren call blaring in the background.

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “You’re doing everything, and you’re still so beautiful it makes me insane.”

You blinked, flushed.

Then, with a final kiss to your cheek, he pushed up off the bed. “I’ll get her.”

“Wait,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “Let me go with you.”

He smiled, eyes full of something that almost made your breath catch—like love was a tangible thing in that moment.

“Okay,” he murmured.

Together, you padded back down the hallway, your fingers brushing together between your bodies. The monitor still buzzed as your daughter cried, demanding attention.

But even through the exhaustion and interruptions, Giyu’s hand found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

You weren’t alone.

And when the next nap time came around… you’d try again.

[queenimmadolla]

It’s crazy how you were just trying to buy some groceries, then this happened.

We gotta release baby Penny from the shackles of Eddie Munson ✊😔 but I fear it might be too late AHHH-

It was too late the moment one of his swimmers succeeded.

You really can’t turn your back to Eddie without expecting him to put Penny on display in anyway. He can’t help it! Look, you’ve mentioned loving his eyes before—quite a few times and he’s taken advantage of it whenever he could, batting his eyelashes at you to get you to stop being mad at him, the puppy dog stare to get you to cave into his whim (and also get him into your good graces). The point is, he was very aware of how pretty you thought his eyes were, though he never really got the big deal. Fond of them, sure, because his Uncle Wayne always told him he’d had his mother’s eyes, and he could see the uncanny resemblance in photos he had of her—still wasn’t a big deal.

Until you’d had Penny. From the first moment he held her, cradled against his chest and curled in on herself as though she were still in your womb, pulling herself from her own exhaustion to open her eyes and stare up at him, Eddie understood. Eddie finally got it, knew what you saw.

He’d been expecting them to be big—could tell even with her eyelids shut, thanks to how they almost seemed to bulge and take up a good amount of her face, but he hadn’t been expecting the innocence in them, her chocolate gaze luring him in, easily uprooting everything he considered of importance to him—music, art, teenage dreams—and taking their place. And she did it all with a few blinks. Eddie was finally a victim to his own eyes, staring back at him from such a precious, new face.

He fucking loved it. Loved her.

She’s so damn cute, he literally cannot stop staring at her. He’s a obsessed. And he’s proud. You made her, but he helped! He fertilized that egg, she’s a perfect mixture of the both of you, and with the newness of it all—he’s just gotta share! Camera in a grocery store??? HELL YEAH.

He’s holding her right up to it, LOOK AT HER!!!!! LOOK AT WHAT HE HELPED MAKE!!! LOOK AT THOSE ANGEL EYES AND LOVE HER, RIGHT! NOW!

Meanwhile, there’s not a single thought in your sweet little babies head, she is but a mere puppet for Eddie’s antics. His little babydoll bestie.

She’s lucky she was born before The Lion King came out. You know damn well what scene he would constantly re-create with your baby, and force his friends to get in on.

You’re no better, if you’re holding her, you will always find your way to a mirror so penny can see how cute-beautiful-gorgeous she is and say something like, “That you,” or “Oh my goodness, who is that beautiful little angel??? Is that you??? Are you mama’s pretty girl? Yeah, you’re mama’s angel, huh? Aw, so pretty! The prettiest girl around.” And you do it all the time because Penny gives you that gummy grin, loves it when you tell her how pretty she is or just when you use that baby talk tone.

[dameronspector]

Like father, like daughter

Pairing: Dad!Sam Wilson x Mom!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your and Sam’s daughter wore her tiny heart on her sleeve. Just like her father.

Warnings: Sweet Fluff, your daughter cries because she’s the sweetest empathetic baby. She has a name that will suit both her western and ethnic backgrounds because I’m south asian and I will NOT give my child a basic western name.

After weeks of being away from home, Sam finally got some time off to be with you and your daughter, Aisha.

One of the biggest cons of being Captain America would always be the separation from you and Aisha. And it took definitely a toll on all three of you. So today, the three of you decided to just stay at home and lounge around. Aisha was sitting on her tiny chair by the coffee table and was intently focused on colouring, meanwhile you and Sam cuddled on the couch and watched one of the football games.

You were aimlessly scrolling through your phone during an ad break and that’s when you stumbled upon a TikTok.

“Sam, look at this”, you lean against his shoulder and show him the TikTok. Sam turned his head to look at your phone before wrapping his arm around you.

It was a video of a mom, dad and their daughter. They had put paper towels in front of themselves and they asked their daughter to lift them. When she lifted the towels, she saw that only her and and her dad got the candy but not the mom. She immediately looked over to her mom and said, “Mommy…you don’t have candy?”, her lip quivering. She took her own candy and gave it to her mom, her eyes teary. “Here mommy…we share..”, say said while putting her candy in her mom’s hands.

“Awww, that’s so cute! What a good baby!”, Sam said happily as the video ended.

“Right? You know what I’m thinking…we should try this with Aisha”, you said softly so as to not disturb Aisha and grinned.

“Aw babe, if I see our princess cry like that imma be a mess, you know that!”, Sam groaned quietly, while squeezing you and leaning his head on top of yours.

You giggled and leaned into him.

“I know Sammy, I don’t think my heart can handle it either”, you pouted. “But I am kinda curious to see what’s her reaction going to be”, you smiled.

Little Aisha has always been so smart and intuitive, it scared you at times. She was only 4 but she was so in tune with her emotions that you were almost sure her emotional quotient was higher than most kids her age. Sam was having none of that because “that’s grown up stuff, she’s just a baby. Let her be my baby longer!”

“Yeah, yeah and when she starts crying, don’t come to me”, he replied jokingly because he knew both of you would start crying the moment Aisha did.

You looked over to your daughter and saw how her tongue was poking out of her mouth in concentration.

Her hairstyle today: the cutest space buns which made her look so precious. It made your heart clench looking at her chubby cheeks, tiny hands, sitting there on her tiny chair with her Minnie Mouse t shirt and black leggings on.

You couldn’t resist anymore so you called her over. “Ash, baby, come here”, you said gently while holding out your arms.

She looked up and put her crayon down before joining you and Sam on the couch. You brought her up with your hands under her armpits and sat her on your stomach. She put her legs around your wait and circled your neck with her arms.

“Hi mommy, hi daddy”, she said while flashing the both of you her radiant smile. She smiled exactly like Sam. It made your heart swell with adoration.

Sam flashed his identical smile back to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey baby, how’s your colouring going?”, Sam asked and ran his hand through her back.

She sighed like she had just finished her big girl job. You smirked at her antics. She was Sam’s twin.

“It’s fine…it’s a big dwawing, daddy. I still have to finish colouring the faiwie’s dress…an’ ha wings…”, she replied in an exasperated voice. She still had some troubles with rolling out her ‘R’ sometimes, but that’s okay, she’ll get there soon.

You and Sam chuckled. She was a little actress.

“That’s okay baby, but do you think you could spend some time with mommy and daddy? We got a fun game to play with you”, you asked her lightly. You kinda felt guilty for lying because you weren’t sure if this would be a game for her.

Her eyes widened.

“A game?! Yes mommy, what is the game?”, she was obviously excited because mommy and daddy brought a game specially for her?!

So you took her over to the dining table and sat down with her. Meanwhile, Sam was collecting all the ‘pieces’ you would need to play this game— Three paper towels and two chocolate bars.

Sam arranged that on the kitchen island.

“Okay! The game is ready! Mama and Ash, come here!”, Sam announced while clapping his hands.

You picked up Aisha and brought her over by the kitchen island. You helped her sit down on one of the high chairs. She peeked over the ‘set up’ curiously.

“Okay baby, when mommy says three, all of us will lift the paper towels together. No peeking before that, okay?”, Sam explained to Aisha gently.

She nodded her head quickly. “Okay, daddy!”

Sam came around the counter top and sat on Aisha’s right. You set up your phone to record.

“Okay, ready?”, you asked the both of them.

They looked at each other and yelled, “YEAH!”

“1….2….and 3!”, all of you picked up your paper towels together.

“Wow! A Choco bar?! Thank you mommy and daddy!”, Aisha yelled while picking up her chocolate. Then she looked over to make sure that Sam had his own chocolate bar. She flashed her precious smile.

“Daddy! You got one, too! And mommy-” she abruptly paused after looking at to her left.

“Mommy? Where’s your choco bar?”, she asked with furrowed brows.

Sam looked at you with his hand over his heart and bottom lip jutted out over her shoulder.

“Oh no, baby! I didn’t get any….its okay though, you and daddy can eat. I’ll get one for me later”, you gasped softly while rubbing her back.

Somehow her eyebrows furrowed even more and she looked so stressed you wanted to cry.

“No…mommy, you can take my choco bar…or daddy’s…we-we will…share. You always tells me to share my toys and food with eweyone..”, she murmured sadly.

Sam mouthed ‘I’m gonna cry’ to you while holding his hands over his head.

‘Me too’ you mouthed back and pouted at him.

“I know baby, but we can always go to the store and get one for mommy later. It’s alright, I don’t mind if you and daddy ate yours”, you explained to her softly.

Then it finally happened.

Her lower lip jutted out and started quivering.

Before you or Sam could even react, your babygirl let out little whimpers.

You eyes widened.

“Oh, no. Baby, cmere! Don’t cry, no no”, you whispered worriedly.

You gathered Aisha in your arms and put a hand on her cheek to bring her to your chest.

Sam’s face twisted in pain. Now you will have to console two babies. You extended an arm to rub his shoulder gently. Both of them wore their hearts on their sleeves. You always wondered how did they manage to hold so much space for everyone in their hearts.

Sam put his hand over yours before extending his hand to smooth over her small back. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you.

“Mommy…I’m sowwy.. you didn’t get choco bar..b-but me and daddy did…you like choco bar too…i shares with you…”, she said, her voice shaky.

You frowned at Sam as if asking him to take over. This was a stupid idea.

Sam took in a deep breath and asked you to transfer her to his arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and fiddled with his collar.

“Princess, look at me”, he said softly.

Aisha looked at him slowly and sniffled. Her big brown eyes were shining with tears.

You swear you heard both yours and Sam’s hearts break.

Sam gave her a small smile and wiped her tears away gently with the back of his hand.

“I’ll show you something, come on”, Sam said before lifting her up and walking over to the fridge. She kept her pointer finger in her mouth and kept sniffling.

Sam opened the fridge door and showed her an extra chocolate bar.

“See? Mommy has one. We were just being silly, baby. It’s a prank”, Sam explained to her.

Aisha leaned closer to the fridge to make sure the chocolate bar was there before extending her hand and grabbing the chocolate.

She then asked Sam to bring her over to where you sat.

“Mommy, here”, she sniffled and handed you the chocolate.

You smiled at her adoringly and felt your eyes tear up.

“Thank you, my baby. You’re so sweet”, you squealed and pinched her cheeks.

Aisha giggled and then suddenly turned serious and gave the two of you a mini version of the side eye. You and Sam gave each other a look of amusement.

“Don’t eva’ lie like that again. That was mean. No mo’ pa-pwanks”, she ‘scolded’ you both and crossed her tiny arms across her chest. His little brows were furrowed and her cheeks were puffed out.

You just pursed your lips to stop yourself from giggling. Sam just grinned really big and squeezed her before attacking her cheeks with kisses. “Okay, my princess!”, he said before continuing his kisses attack.

All three of your giggles echoed throughout the living room.

You and Sam were so grateful to call this angel as your own.

[olsenmyolsen]

I'm Free Tonight

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dark master list

MCU Compliant (Female Reader X Carol Danvers)

Summary: A lovely stranger saves you from a boring Christmas Gala.

Word Count: 2.8K

Content: Just Fluff

"You alone?"

You looked up from your seat at the round table and saw the blue eyes of a blonde you'd never seen before.

She wore a beautiful maroon and blue dress with a gold chest piece. Your dress looked silly in comparison, no matter how much your girlfr- ex girlfriend(?) paid for it.

And she wasn't cheap.

An heiress, some would call her.

Others used the word bitch.

You tore your eyes away from the blonde and gestured to a woman at the bar. Clearly drunk and openly flirting with one of the groomsmen. "Supposed to be with her."

The blonde looked where you pointed, and the curiosity on her face turned into one of disappointment.

Followed by a smirk.

"Well, I'm Carol. Carol Danvers." The blon- Carol switched her champagne flute from her right to her left hand. She extended the right to you when you looked up to her.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." You shook her hand and were surprised to feel a tight grip. You quickly realized how strong Carol was as you checked out the definition and muscles on her arms. "May I?" Carol pointed to the seat to the left of you. "Go ahead." You said with a smile that Carol reciprocated.

Carol also chose this seat so you'd be facing away from the bitch that left you alone.

You turned away from the bar and towards Carol. "How do you know the couple hosting?" Carol asked. "I don't. My date does."

That made sense. Since Carol noticed you hours earlier, she couldn't figure out how you wound up at a place like this. Surrounded by people whose hands were never clean. Politicians and models. Wall Street bros and CEO's. You stuck out—a ray of innocence and good radiated from you. Kind hearted.

Carol knew it to be true when she saw how awful your date treated you.

"Ah," Carol said as she lifted the glass and took a sip of the golden bubbles. "I hope you don't mind me asking... Who is she? Your date?" Carol set her glass down and looked at you in the eyes. "Oh, her name is-"

"Oh no, I'm sorry." Carol stopped you as she reached a hand out to your arm. "I meant, who is she to you."

It felt like a trick question, like Carol knew the truth.

Carol kept her fingers resting on your arm while waiting for your eyes to meet hers. "She's..."

You sighed.

Carol patted your arm. "Think about it." She removed her touch from you, and you missed her warm fingers.

You watched as they wrapped around the glass of champagne. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not supposed to be here," Carol spoke up with a shrug.

"You're not?" Carol watched your forehead crease when you didn't believe her. "No. I'm here doing a favor for a friend." You looked around the room, and like Carol did with you earlier, you couldn't believe someone like her could be here. "What friend?" You asked, making Carol smile.

"The King of Asgard, Valkyrie." She said casually without hesitation.

"Oh!" You said, surprised and bewildered. "I still have yet to visit New Asgard.." You really have been meaning to, but it's not like money grows on trees for you. "I hear it's lovely."

"It is," Carol replies. "So.." Carol leans closer. "Are you done thinking about my question from earlier? What is she..." Carol gestures to the woman you came here with. "..to you. Because she sure as hell isn't your girlfriend."

You followed Carol's eyes and saw the woman kissing the neck of a man you wouldn't give the time of day.

You turned back and looked at Carol.

You sighed and put both arms on the table in a defeated position. "I was her date for tonight, but no, I've never met her until two days prior when I was introduced by her team. I was hired to help clean up her image, but..." You looked back. "Looks like that's not happening."

Carol hummed. "So you're an escort?"

"Blunt, but yes... that's one word for it." You replied. Carol leaned back into her chair and appreciated the honesty coming from you.

"How much did she pay you?"

You certainly weren't expecting that question, and you couldn't tell by the smirk Carol was hiding behind her glass if she was serious or not.

So you decided to forget about the girl you came with and play the game Carol was hopefully playing.

"Why? Think you can afford me?"

That made the blonde laugh. "I know I can." Her voice was lower as she spoke to you. "But I'm not looking to pay. I want you if you want to come along."

That made something in your stomach twirl.

"And where would we go?"

"Wherever you want. But hopefully far away from here."

You peeled your eyes away from the blonde and looked around the room. It was dreadful and boring. This was presented as a Christmas gala, but it was nothing more than a night to fuck and make business deals to everyone else but you.

You were here for a job, but you were clearly left to your own devices.

Until Carol showed up.

"Okay." You said as you turned back to the blonde and nodded. "Let's get out of here."

Carol's eyes lit up. She watched you stand up and down your glass of champagne before extending your hand to her. Carol did the same with her glass before taking your hand. "Thank you." She smiled as she rose to her feet. "No, thank you!"

Carol led you out of the grand mansion you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of and to the valet kiosk. Carol handed the greying man a ticket stub and wrapped her arm around you as you two waited for his return.

"Is this okay?" She asked, forcing you to look up to her eyes. "Me... touching you? Holding you?" You nodded. "It's great." Carol smiled. "Good to know."

Carol felt your skin become scattered with goosebumps. She thought it might've been from the cold wind in the air, but if asked, you would've been honest and told her it was because of her—the blonde with her hand moving up and down your arm.

She smiled.

You two stood in silence, accepting the comfort the other one brought when the valet pulled up in a black sports car that would never be in your tax bracket.

"What a beautiful car, Miss. Please enjoy your evening." The man said to Caol as he handed her the keys before scurrying away.

She simply smirked and moved her arm from around you to your arm closest to her. "Shall we?" You nodded and let Carol lead you to the passenger door. She opened it for you and let go of you as you entered.

She watched the slit of your dress rise as you sat down in the brown leather seat. Her eyes then traveled down to your legs and the heels that went perfectly with your dress. "Good?" She then asked. "Good." You replied before Carol smiled and closed the door.

You watched her move around the front of the car and slide into the driver's seat. The seat adjusted to her, and you watched the steering wheel move to compliment her. "Wow." Carol turned to your voice.

"Kind of a lot, right?" You shrugged and looked into her blue eyes. "It's kinda cool." You tried to be nonchalant, but you were in awe of everything, and Carol knew it.

Carol hit some buttons on the display in the middle and found a radio station playing a pop hit.

Olivia Rodrigo specifically.

The music was kept at a lower volume as Carol waited for you to buckle up. "Safety first, sweetheart." She said, making your stomach flip at the pet name. "Sorry." You mumbled as your cheeks grew red, and Carol buckled herself up before turning up the heat and placing the car in drive.

"You hungry?" Carol hadn't eaten any of the fancy shit the gala was offering. It was all themed around the holiday, and she knew for a fact that you hadn't had a single bite.

You wanted to lie, but with Carol asking in a honey-dripping tone, and one look at her made you nod. "Starving." You said.

However, food wasn't the first thing you were thinking about eating.

Carol smirked as if she could read your mind.

She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh as she kept her eyes on the road. The speed of the car picking up.

Her palms on your skin burned with waves of pleasure. "I'll find somewhere for us," Carol said, making you nod. Carol briefly looked over at you and smiled.

She was loving the game that was being played.

In addition, she loved the touch of you. The feeling of your goosebumps spreading across your body every time her fingers lifted up and down your soft, ample skin.

She was also enjoying you—your company.

Carol never got to do stuff like this.

But she was making the most of tonight.

"Is this still okay?" Carol asked as her hand moved slightly up your thigh. Pushing your dress up. "Yes." You said as you buried a moan in your throat.

"Do I feel good? My touch against your body?" Carol asked as she turned her head to you. She watched your side profile nod and swallow before you parted your pink lips. "You feel so good, Carol."

Her blue eyes found the road again.

"Good, sweetheart." Carol patted your thigh and kept you wanting more. "You're doing so well for me."

You whimpered upon hearing the praises of a woman you just met. "Ah, here we go," Carol said, making you do your best to focus on what was worth pulling off the side of the road.

Surprised, you looked at Carol as she put the car in park.

Carol turned to you.

"What's wrong?" She unbuckled her seatbelt and brought a hand up to your face. Moving a hair behind your ear. "You said you were starving." You leaned into her touch ever so slightly and nodded. "I am."

"Then let's eat." Carol smiled and removed her touch from you again as she climbed out of the car.

You kept your eyes on Carol as she closed the door. You watched her pass in front of the neon 24/7 Diner sign before she made it to your passenger door. She opened it and quickly helped you out. "It's somehow gotten colder. Come on." Her hand and fingers became intertwined with yours as she pulled you to the front of the restaurant.

You two seated yourselves in a booth once you entered like a bunch of giggly teenagers.

There was only the waitstaff and three other patrons inside. You and Carol were obviously dressed the best.

"This definitely beats the Gala," Carol said, making you look up from your menu with a smile. "It does."

Carol placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Tell me something," Carol said with a teasing smirk. "Are you enjoying how the night has gone?"

You dropped your menu onto the table. "I'm loving it. Thank you."

Carol shook her head. "No, thank you." Her leg rubbed up against yours in a gentle manner. "Now, what are you thinking about having?" Carol's eyes found the menu again, but you stared straight ahead.

Carol knew it.

"They don't have me on the menu." You brushed your leg higher against Carol. "Shame. Because I'd love a taste."

You were bold, and you didn't know where it was coming from, but tonight, with Carol, you felt free. You weren't being paid to be someone else. You felt like a new person. Or maybe it was just you being yourself? Regardless, you loved it.

After a waitress came by, you and Carol Danvers ordered cheeseburgers with a basket of fries and a shake, to split, obviously.

The food was wonderful, and the flirting mixed in with conversation was even better.

The highlight might have been when you showed Carol that you could, in fact, tie a cherry stem into a knot in your mouth. You held it between your teeth with pride as Carol smirked at you and, without warning, connected your lips together. Her tongue swiping the stem out of your mouth and into hers.

When she smiled a few seconds later, the knot was undone, and Carol couldn't help but wink at you.

You felt your stomach flip again.

"Whenever you're ready to leave, we can," Carol said to you, only to earn a nod.

Carol laughed at that and stood up as she placed a stack of uncounted bills from her clutch.

"Okay, so maybe you could afford me for the night." You said, taking Carols' hand as you slid out of the booth. "I told you." She smugly replied as she led you out of the diner.

The cold air catching you off guard, but your grip on Carols' hand remained strong. "Come on." She squeezed your hand and bit back a smile before you two ended up on the driver's side of the car.

Carol held the key in her other hand.

"What?" You asked as Carol looked at your eyes. "You're just beautiful." The blonde said, moving her body to be pressed up against yours.

You stumbled a step back as you found your back up against Carols car.

"Is this still okay?" Carols breath was shaky as she held her lips dangerously close to yours.

In the neon glow of the diner sign, you nodded. "Just kiss me again." Carol held in a moan as she did what you asked. The softness of her lips landed on yours.

You pulled her body closer.

Her hands found your hips and squeezed them, making you squeal in delight. "Fuck Carol!" You laughed into Carols mouth.

"Oh, you're such a pretty girl," Carol replied in a hushed tone as she pushed her front up against you more. Feeling the tremble in your legs and warmth from your pussy.

But the sweetest bit was the taste of chocolate on your lips.

"I want you." You moaned into Carols ear.

Carol couldn't be happier. "I want you too." She kissed your neck, jaw, and lips again.

You bit your lips and looked up at her. "Let's go then." You turned around and pressed your ass against Carol and made a gesture for the car keys, but Carol smiled before laughing. "Oh, no, baby. I don't think so."

You tilted your head as you were still catching your breath. "And why is that?" You opened the car door and waited for Carol's answer.

That's when you watched Carol's hand curl and close around the key. Suddenly, her hand began to glow bright and orange. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, and when she opened her hand again, the key was nothing but a pile.

You waited for an answer.

"Remember that story I told you? About the pilot?"

Carol tilted her hand, and you both watched the remnants of the key fall to the asphalt.

You looked up to Carol and thought back to the story she told you across the booth earlier. "So it was you? You have powers?" Carol nodded and made her hands glow again. "What about your car?" You asked honestly.

"The car and cash were never mine." The glow from her hands faded as she stepped into space between your legs. "It was your awful heiress of a date."

Carol touched the top of your head and ran her hand down the side of your face. "I think you and I had a better time than you would with her." She purrs as she kisses your cheek. "Don't you think?"

You nod and move your lips to brush hers. "I do." You find Carol's hands and hold them. "I can work with this."

"Are you sure?"

Carol asks, even though both want this.

"Yes."

Carol kisses you and pulls you close. "Hold on to me." You wrap your arms tightly around Carol's body, and slowly, you feel your feet leave the ground. "Keep your eyes on me," Carol said, and when you looked at her, you saw that her dress had changed into a suit.

One a superhero would wear.

"You brought us back..." You whispered into the space between the two of you. She heard you.

You watched as Carol glowed brighter, and the speed at which you two were flying increased.

_

You and Carol slept together that night, and you remember the feeling of warmth when you woke up next to her and a cat named Goose in the bed on her spaceship.

That was five months ago, and as you watch Carol fly down to a planet below, you can't help but smile.

You weren't alone.

dividers by @/benkeibear