#The Bollock Brothers

[possible-streetwear]

[weirdlookindog]

The Bollock Brothers - Mistress of the Macabre

[saints-who-never-existed]

I've been thinking today about Jopson's anger or, rather, the lack thereof.

He has just as much right as anyone else - maybe even more - to feel anger and resentment in response to the hardships he's faced. But I don't know that we ever really get to see it all that much and I find that interesting yet strange?

It's not that we don't see strong emotion from Jopson.

We catch a glimpse of him scrapping with fellow seamen after Silna's kidnapping, share his exquisite pain as he recounts the tale of his mother, see him looking down his nose at Hickey and admonishing Little/Le Vesconte when they propose leaving the sick behind.

But I don't think any of those emotions can really be classed as anger and even if they could, it always seems to come in response to external stimuli, not necessarily from within?

[draculaugust]

PSA TO ALL MUSICIANS:

if you are going to put moaning sounds in your song. YOU BETTER KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING!! the amount of songs i know that are ruined by dumb horny moans in the intro or intro or whatever is waaaaay more than there should be

[bloodbeez]

I do have a request can I please get either one of the mikaelson brothers or Damon Salvatore with a human reader that’s going through her period and they eat her out because you know they are vampires

Sure!

Bloody Breakfast

Klaus Mikaelson x Human Reader

Words count: 2.3 k

tw : nsfw + 18, smut, oral sex f receiving, period sex, praise kink, slight choking, anddd english is not my first language so be merciful.

The day had started as usual, with a tight grip around your waist and your body resting against Klaus’ warm one, his grasp always felt eternally inseparable from you…that’s why when you tried to get up, it took you at least a couple of minutes to do it without disturbing his sleep (even if it looked more as he was gaining more wakefulness at every little movement) when your bare feet touched the cold ground you got shivers down your spine, slightly shook your head and started walking towards the bathroom, you had woken up with a weird stomach ache and it occurred to you that it might be the start of your period.

As you started getting undressed to take a shower, checking your panties just in case, you realised that your worries where, sadly, well-founded. It appeared you had actually gotten your period which, in a house teeming with vampires, wasn’t exactly the best thing; especially when your boyfriend was one, or half one - whatever.

You opened the water jet and the initial cold that hit your body, started drop by drop becoming hotter leaving a red trace on your skin that melted along with the vermillion droplets falling time from time down your legs.

Washing off the blood and your muscles relaxing you let your mind wander, you were sure that he wouldn’t have been able to resist and would’ve started asking you the most absurd things, as betided every once in a month. Well, his offers weren’t that bad at all, they just embarrassed you exceedingly, to the point where your cheeks would blush - right, who blushes anymore these days - and you’d start biting your lip to avoid eye contact with the seriousness of his proposals displayed proudly across his face. As appealing as it sounded, it would’ve never ever happened, it was sort of a promise you had done to your dignity (that was already half sank into an ocean of perversion).

While you washed off those thoughts you heard a knock on the door which made you jump a little, not even the time to answer and Klaus was already occupying the room, shirtless and with sleepy eyes - an attack to your integrity - he stepped closer to the shower and knocked gently with his finger on the glass box, you smiled and opened a little chink.

“Mornin’ love.” He said before leaving a small stamp kiss on your lips, his raspy voice echoing down your core as if the previous fantasies weren’t enough.

“Hi.” You said smiling after the kiss “Slept well?” You asked him playing it casual, hoping he wouldn’t notice your…situation.

“Yeah, with you I always do.” He said grinning “Woke up hungry tho.” He added then, which made you instinctively look away as he scrunched his nose in an almost animalistic manner - comprehensible.

You were about to close the shower door again but he blocked you, turning his head back to you “Wait” He said, his eyes wider and alternating a deep blue to a sparkling gold “are you on your period?” He blunted out.

“Ugh…yes, bollocks” You tried to laugh it off acting annoyed, but he was more than serious, he looked famished and you really didn’t know how to take his mind off it.

“Well, um I have to finish this shower, I’m wasting running water…” He stared blankly at you for a second, then shook his head and nodded. Yeah, it was weird that he didn’t ask you to join you, but maybe he understood the discomfort that it would’ve caused knowing his instincts. Him, more than any of his siblings felt the hunger that came with being a vampire more, being a hybrid, his werewolf nature just brought him to indulge his deepest impulses without hesitation, you must’ve admitted he had learned to control himself for your sake though.

-

When you finished your shower, you got dressed and got down to have breakfast, not seeing Klaus in your bedroom you assumed he must’ve been there as well. Strangely, on your way to the kitchen you didn’t encounter anyone and entering the dining room after taking your breakfast with you, you sat down at the table and started eating alone.

While you were taking a bite of what you had on the plate, you felt two big hands fall down your shoulders, massaging them gently.

“Hi again darling” You looked up at him and smiled.

“How you feelin’?” He said, with a worried tone.

“Fine, just some cramps, nothing I can’t handle. How are you, still hungry?” You said laughing softly, but he looked at you almost as you had invited him to your own banquet.

“Nah, I’ve had my refill” He said, adding then “But you know I can never get enough of you, so if you’re offering…”

“Klaus…” I said reluctantly.

“I know I know, I was just joking. But you know, it could help with your cramps.” He remarked nonchalantly.

“If it wasn’t that gross, maybe…”

“Well it’s not gross for me, can assure you of that” He said sitting next to me. “You’ll never know if you don’t try”

“Klaus we’ve been through this already…” You knew this conversation would’ve taken place, it did every time. He laid one hand on your thigh and started rubbing his thumb affectionately.

“I don’t want to force you into it, I just think you would actually enjoy it if you didn’t let your inhibitions take over you.” He said smiling playfully at you.

You bit your lip because, again, the sound of it wasn’t that bad after all but…

“It’s overly embarrassing, plus I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t even like it that much” You replied trying to dissuade him and yourself.

“Mhmh” He murmured while his thumb kept drawing circles on your thigh while he looked straight into your eye, not buying what you were saying, so as you tried to stand up he anticipated your movements and fastly stood in front of you, looking down at you with a grin smashed across his face.

“You know I don’t have to search your mind to read it, right? I know you well enough to understand you straightaway.” - true - “You don’t have to lie to me sweetheart, i know you want it too.”

He was there staring directly into your eyes, waiting for you to lower your defenses and give up to his desire, you just swallowed loudly as his dark gaze was making you tense.

“Does the truth make you nervous love?” He said tracing his fingers from your neck down to your throat - totally hate that he knows what he’s doing - he squeezed it gently “Does admitting that you would love to have me eating you out right now, right here on this table, making a mess everywhere make you nervous… or rather excited?” he lowered his face to yours, just a few inches separating your lips, so you spoke cause you couldn’t take it no more “N..no” you weren’t believable of course “No?” you shook your head “It’s not nice to lie you know that, mh?”

“I’m not lying”

“You aren’t now huh?”

You shook your head again, you knew how this was going to end, but at this point you didn’t care anymore, his grip on your neck, his hot breath, his towering figure, it was too much, you needed him and he had deliberately lured you into that trap.

“You know what I think?” He said getting closer and making you automatically step back a few little steps, stopping just when your back hit the table “I think you’re only lying to yourself, to convince yourself that you don’t want this.” While speaking he let one hand fall under your shirt, gripping your waist first and then letting it slide down and wander in very dangerous areas “Or this.” He said while curling his index finger around the band of your panties, pulling them down slowly right with your pants and you did nothing to stop him, your breathing becoming uncoordinated and your eyes not avoiding his anymore but rather looking right into them, enhancing them, provoking them.

“I think, you would really benefit from a bit of honesty right now” He added, lifting you to sit on the table and positioning himself between your legs.

“So tell me, what is it that you want y/n? Be truthful or you won’t get it” He said brushing his lips against yours.

“You…”

“Mhmh I don’t think that’s enough, use your words sweetheart”

“I…need you, please Klaus” He shook his head.

“I still didn’t get it, what is it that you want? You want me, but where do you want me? What do you want from me? Ask nicely, I know you can”

“Please Klaus” you cried out with bambi eyes “just do it, just have your breakfast.” You said hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He took your chin between two fingers and admired you for a second just to nod “That’ll do” he said before crashing his lips into yours with ardor and intensity.

He only broke the kiss to help you take off your shirt and to throw aside all the things laying on the table so that you could take their place.

Without additional words he kissed you one more time before getting on his knees, his hand sliding down your stomach and reaching your legs to push them apart and cherish the sight of his meal.

He checked back on you looking for the assurance that you were actually fine with it and then lowered his face near your thighs, his breath hitting against them making you tremble in anticipation, he sniffed deeply into your skin, the scent of your blood mixed with your arousal made his head dizzy, his eyes turning gold and veiny, his canines sticking out, making his appearance take a wilder look.

“Please…Klaus” He didn’t need to hear anything else rather than your plea just to go absolutely feral, his teeth scratching delicately your naked skin following the trail to your core and when he got there he just couldn’t contain himself no more.

“I’m gonna take care of you real good love, don’t worry” He hushed before just lightly pressing his lips against your clit just to then suck in harshly and start running down your folds to your hole, and start licking the excess of blood dripping down, adding his tongue to help himself out, he started lapping it inside of you, gripping on the sides of your legs for support as he moved his head between them roughly but somehow steadily. His tongue working miracles on you as you looked for a grasp that you then found in his curly hair, pulling them provoking a groan coming out of his mouth and echoing through your body.

“Just…like this..ah” You were mumbling something incomprehensible just to encourage him to keep going, the ecstatic feeling was intoxicating, reaching to your throat and coming out as whining which just fed Klaus’ hunger more.

“You’re doing so good y/n”

Unexpectedly he let go of your legs and before you could realise it, his thumbs were spreading your hole more to ease his mouth into it, as he kept twirling and twisting his tongue against your walls. He reached to your belly with one hand and started applying pressure there, you slightly arched your back and responded moaning as you could feel the orgasm growing inside of you.

“Don’t …stop…Kla-ah!” His hand fell down back to your clit which he massaged slowly, applying just the right force from time to time, you kept leaking blood and anytime he would simply get down and drink it directly from you which, for some reason you couldn’t explain yourself, was actually a pretty hot sight.

“Come on baby, give in, let it go, I know you can” His hands and mouth were still working when you felt it hitting, you closed your legs around his head, pulled his hair rougher and closed your eyes, and he took it as a sign to work on you harder, he slapped your clit and sucked on it before going back to your hole, where he kept working you up. Eating you out like a wolf would devour a lamb. He deepened his mouth into you and that’s when it finally arrived: you arched your back, moaned loudly his name and scratched your nails on the table.

“Klaus…ah! Oh my God!” You just let it go as he said before, succumbing to the wonders of his mouth on you and giving in to his power over you.

He gave you a minute to recover and then cleaned you up with his mouth and when he looked up at you, your cheeks turned as res as his lips. His lower face covered in your blood was something between funny, hot and embarrassing.

“Oh god…” You whispered …and he just laughed.

“Glad you enjoyed it” He said with a mischievous giggle.

“You uh…you have something on your face” You said making fun of him

“Oh really? Straight to the point now love?” You two laughed and then he helped you standing up and going to the bathroom while he cleaned the mess on the table.

-

When you were going back to klaus through the compound, changed in something clean, you met both Elijah and Rebekah who looked at you trying hard not to laugh - ugh they must’ve heard everything - just to go back go Klaus without exchanging many words with them.

“Uh…I think your siblings heard us” And when he turned around you realised that he still hadn’t washed off his face and that must’ve been the reason why his family had that faces while looking at you, but you didn’t do anything more than laugh and hug him.

“Thank you”

“Always, darling”

[madridfangirl]

Cricket with the Bellinghams

(Jude & Jobe Bellingham blurb)

'Should we ask her to play as well?’

Jobe asked Jude while nodding in Ananya’s direction. Jude finished setting up the wickets, then turned around to look at his girlfriend who was currently pacing around the living room while on a serious work call. On a Sunday afternoon.

‘She might go all can’t you see I’m dying out here and what makes you think I have time to spare for playing?’

Jobe nodded in support of his brother.

‘Yeah she shooed me away 10 mins ago for breathing too loudly around her.’

‘Exactly. On the other hand, she might go all feminist if we don’t ask her and be like so you assumed I can’t / won’t play just coz I’m a girl?’

Jobe nodded again.

‘Yup, can see that too. What do we do then?’

‘You ask her. She’s sweeter to you.’

‘Oh bollocks. You scared of your girlfriend bro?’

‘Talking about me?’

Both brothers jumped to find her standing right behind them. How did they not hear her come in to the yard at all?

Jude was a little tongue-tied wondering how much she had heard so Jobe decided to take the reins.

‘Just wanted to ask if you’d like to play cricket with us. If your work is done I mean.’

‘Oh it’s not done. It’s never going to be done till I burn that place down. Might as well play a bit.’

Jude scanned her closely - it didn’t look like she had heard much at all. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

‘Wanna bat first?’

‘Sure. Gonna beat your sorry ass with it.’

Jude’s arm dropped from around her, as did his smile, while Jobe giggled behind the stumps. He could already tell this was going to go places.

‘Excuse me?’

‘You heard me.’

‘You know Jobe and I used to play cricket in school right?’

‘And I’ve grown up watching it. What’s your point?’

While Jude was always fiercely competitive, he knew she was a demonic warrior when she wanted to be. This clearly seemed like that day. He still ranked himself far higher in skill, so he knew it would end the way he wanted it to.

‘Game on then.’

‘Yup.’

‘Not gonna go easy on you dove.’

‘Didn’t ask you to.’

Jobe looked between the two of them, wondering how a light fun-filled afternoon had completely turned on its head. What he didn’t know was that the couple had been arguing over small small things all weekend. The kind of fights where you won’t even know half way in what it really was about or where it started from. So what was happening right now didn’t just originate out of nowhere.

Jude counted the steps of his lineup and got in position. Though he had said no mercy, he still decided to bowl slow, just short of out and out underarm. Even with that he was sure he’d beat her. But at least it would look like a contest then.

He bowled the first delivery. She had all the time in the world to step out of her crease, catch the ball mid -air and hit it into the outfield.

It took Jude two seconds to process what he just saw, after which he chased the ball. By then she had taken two runs. Jobe hooted from behind the stumps, patting her on the back.

All mercy went out of the window then. Jude took a proper run and swung his arm fully for the next delivery. The pace of the ball and short length of this make-shift pitch made the ball go over her head for a bouncer.

She gaped and looked at him in horror.

‘That could have hit me.’

‘Please, that would have gone over Jobe as well.’

‘Tryna show off? Or intimidate me?’

‘Just taking the game seriously.’

He shrugged nonchalantly, which annoyed her even more.

‘Good to know there are a few things you still take seriously.’

‘Wait what’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Just go back and bowl.’

‘Don’t mind if I do.’

Jobe wondered if he should leave them alone and let them sort out whatever the hell was going on here. But both would have given him dirty looks if he even mentioned that. So he stayed shut.

The next ball whipped past her shoulder. Jude just looked her up and down, before walking back for his run-up. The unabashed cockiness pissing her off. He had done that consistently last few days - just setting her off with this air about him.

Next ball came. Straight on her legs. She swung the bat with all her might but couldn’t connect it properly and the ball grazed her front leg.

‘OUT. That’s an LBW.’

‘Nope. That was a no ball.’

‘No it wasn’t. I was way behind my line.’

‘Rubbish. I could see from here it was a no ball.’

‘Jobe?’

Jobe looked between the piercing eyes of both.

‘Yeah I’m not touching that with a barge pole.’

‘Coward.’

They said together, then looked at each other to acknowledge their telepathic connection, corners of their lips threatening to twitch with a smile. But the game was still on and neither was ready to give in.

However, Jobe decided to call it quits and said his goodbye after making some lame excuse. He would rather vegetate in bed than be the go between for this sparring hot headed pair.

‘One final ball. If I get you out I win. If you score even 1 run you win. Else it’s a draw. Deal?’

‘Deal.’

Jude weighed his options. Anything above her torso would be risky, she wasn’t good with ducking or swaying in time. But blocking she was quite adept at, from what he had seen just now, so a clean bowled or LBW targeting the stumps would be the way to go.

He stood on his mark. Before starting his run-up, he gave her a final look, almost giving her the window to back out. But she was a woman on a mission today. To humble his sorry ass. No matter what it took.

He bowled the final delivery. It was on target. Right on her front leg. She tried to block well, just like he had predicted. But it was a straight LBW. Clear as day.

However, celebrating was the last thing on Jude’s mind because in her rapid attempt to block, the ball deflected off the edge and hit her on her index finger.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t make any sound. But the bat dropped from her hand immediately and she turned around, holding her finger tightly.

Jude ran to her and was in front of her in a few seconds.

‘Show me.’

It wasn’t a request. He didn’t leave any room for her to be a sore loser & act out. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her other hand away to take a good look at the finger.

Then, he moved it a little bit and on one particular angle she cried out in pain.

‘Sorry, had to check for a fracture. But it’s just a sprain. Wait here.’

Again, it wasn’t a request. Jude came back in record time with a first aid kit and a pack of ice. He applied a quick ointment to soothe the nerves, then covered her finger with an ice pack, keeping it there for 2 mins sharp.

‘Try moving it now.’

She did. And just like that the pain was gone.

She looked up at his concerned face with a half-smile.

‘All good.’

Jude stood there motionless for two seconds. She wondered if he had even heard her.

But then he grabbed her arms and pulled her in for a crushing hug, kissing her head and face all over.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine it was just a sprain and it’s not your fault.’

‘Ofcourse it’s my fault. I hurt you.’

‘Jude, it was an accident.’

‘You got hurt because of me.’

‘Jude, it’s fin…’

He grabbed her face, tilted it up and kissed her like his life depended on it. Her hands came up to his biceps for support.

‘Are you mad at me? And I’m not talking about just now.’

‘No. I mean, I don’t know.’

‘I don’t like us snapping at each other like this. It sucks.’

‘I know baby. It’s just…I don’t know….maybe it’s work…it’s just been super crazy and…..’

‘And sometimes I can be a lot to deal with yeah?’

He looked at her so earnestly that she couldn’t keep herself from giving him a genuine smile.

‘Sometimes. But I know I can be difficult too and it’s just……’

‘Shhhhh it’s ok, it’s fine.’

He pulled her close again, peppering kisses over the top of her head.

‘I know just the thing to let out some frustration.’

‘If you’re talking about sex you can stop talking. I’m still irritated.’

‘Actually that’s an even better idea. But what I had in mind was more like a punching bag. Have one in the gym.'

'That....is a surprisingly brilliant idea.'

He shrugged cockily, and she rolled her eyes at him.

'Wanna give it a go, then? Can show you some punches.'

'Yes pls. Maybe we can make it a thing. I sure might.'

'So long as you don't imagine my face while punching the bag it's cool.'

'We gotta do what we gotta do.'

With that, she turned around and walked back into the house. While Jude stood there a bit, staring after her. She was full of surprises, never a dull moment with her. And Jude loved it all.

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Was missing my babies so literally wrote this in 30 mins. Hope you like it :)

[possible-streetwear]

[thollandsgirl2013]

Idea - the reader and her pranking tom by asking haz and tuwaine and Harry to talk shit about her and he's like wtf

I love your writing so much btw!!

Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Prank, Mild Swearing, Teasing

Summary → You decide to prank Tom by having Haz, Tuwaine, and Harry talk badly about you while you try to join their game. Tom's reaction? Priceless.

You were curled up next to Tom on the couch, watching as he and the boys played FIFA, their usual mix of smack talk and intense focus filling the room. Tom was completely in the zone, eyebrows furrowed, tongue peeking out as he expertly maneuvered his player across the screen.

You leaned in, chin resting on his shoulder. “Can I play next round?”

Tom didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, sure, love.”

But before you could even grab a controller, Haz groaned. “Ugh, mate, no way.”

Tuwaine shook his head. “Yeah, Tom, why are you letting her play? She’s awful at this game.”

Your lips twitched. Here we go.

Tom barely reacted at first, eyes still focused on the game. “That’s not true, she’s decent.”

Harry snorted. “Decent? Be real, mate. She just mashes buttons and hopes for the best.”

Haz sighed dramatically. “I really don’t get how you’re still with her sometimes.”

Tom’s hands froze on the controller. The entire room suddenly felt heavier.

“What?” His voice was quiet, but the shift in tone was dangerous.

Tuwaine shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. “I mean, come on, Tom. She’s always being a couch potato—”

“You could do way better,” Harry added casually.

Silence.

Tom finally turned his head, his eyes narrowing at his friends like they’d just insulted his entire existence. “You lot wanna run that by me again?”

Haz cleared his throat, struggling not to laugh. “We’re just saying, mate—”

“No, you’re not just saying,” Tom snapped, putting his controller down. “You’re actually sitting here, in my house, talking shit about my girlfriend?”

His accent got thicker, and you had to press your lips together to stop from laughing.

Tuwaine held up his hands. “Look, man, we’re just being honest—”

“Honest?” Tom scoffed, shaking his head. “Right. So, let me get this straight—you think I should, what? Dump the woman I love because she’s bad at FIFA?”

Harry bit his lip, his shoulders shaking. “I mean…”

“Oh, don’t even,” Tom pointed at him, eyes blazing. “You’re my brother, and you’re chatting this kind of bollocks?”

Haz lost it, bursting into laughter. Tuwaine followed, shaking his head, and Harry let out a snort before covering his face.

Tom blinked. “Wait—”

You finally let out a giggle, covering your mouth.

His eyes darted between you and the boys, realization dawning. “Oh my God, this was a prank?”

You grinned. “Yup.”

Tom groaned, leaning back against the couch, running a hand through his curls. “You absolute menace.”

Haz wheezed. “Mate, you should’ve seen your face.”

“I was this close to kicking you all out,” Tom muttered, still catching his breath.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Aw, my protective boyfriend.”

He sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

Haz smirked. “Yeah, yeah, we get it—you’re obsessed.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue.

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[empress-simps]

Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Clench

@wolfstarmicrofic March 10, word count 472

Sirius felt his teeth clench together as he swung his beater’s bat as hard as he could at the oncoming bludger. The resounding crack as the wood came into contact with the black ball was music to his ears. He watched as the bludger was sent soaring across the pitch right at his brother’s head. Regulus had to perform a barrel roll to avoid it and the scowl Sirius got in return for stopping his brother from capturing the golden snitch made his heart soar. 

“Yes, Padfoot!” James cried over the howling wind. Sirius beamed at his best friend and took off after the other bludger, which was attempting to unseat Marlene. 

The game dragged, but Sirius didn’t let up. He hounded Regulus, stopping him at every turn from catching the snitch. It had been James’s idea. Who else could annoy Regulus like Sirius could? 

“Will you just fuck off?!” Regulus hissed at him as Sirius hit another bludger at him. 

“Nope,” Sirius barked out a laugh at him as he flew upside down beneath him. Regulus slapped the handle of his broom and tore off to the other end of the pitch. This would be to his detriment, as while he was attempting to get away from Sirius, the Gryffindor seeker caught the snitch at the other end of the pitch, ending the game and securing a Gryffindor victory. Sirius hurrayed with the rest of the team, descending on their seeker as they flew to the ground. Sirius was exhausted by the time he came out of the showers and got dressed. He was the last one in the changing rooms, having told James and the rest of the team to leave as he needed to work out a knot in his shoulder. He wasn’t all that surprised when the door opened and Remus’s head appeared in the gap. A grin spread across both of their faces as he came in. 

“It looked like Regulus was about to curse your bollocks off,” Remus teased as he pulled Sirius into his arms and stole a kiss. 

“He still might,” Sirius replied, his voice slightly less teasing. Regulus would probably try to hit him with some sort of curse in the next few days. 

“The party’s probably already started,” Remus said, pushing Sirius away from the door and back towards the showers. 

“Yeah? We should probably head back up to the castle then,” Sirius smiled against Remus’s lips. 

“Yeah, we really should,” Remus agreed as he pulled at Sirius’s shirt. 

It didn’t take long before Sirius was undressed again and back under the hot spray of the shower head. Who knew that being on the quidditch team would come with these added benefits? He relaxed into Remus’s arms and let his boyfriend take control, still relishing in the high of winning the match. 

[myboybreakscoffins]

Rockstar Raccoon

makeup (march 26), @black-brothers-microfic — regulus & sirius black microfic — fluff — word count: 683

“It’s not that I want to miss the opportunity to scratch your face, Sirius,” Regulus muttered, holding the black pencil at eye level as if it were the most absurd object he had ever seen. “And I know you’re not a sane person, but—”

"Shut up, Reggie," Sirius interrupted, sitting on the edge of Regulus’s bed as he finished tying his hair into a messy bun. "Just do it."

Regulus let out a dramatic sigh, shooting one last glance at the eyeliner before leaning in. With one hand, he tilted Sirius’s chin slightly, adjusting to find the most comfortable angle for the task at hand.

"I just don’t understand why anyone would want to paint their eyes with charcoal," he grumbled. "And stay still, will you?"

“You’re the one moving me,” Sirius shot back, unimpressed. “And that’s an eyeliner. It’s called makeup, Reggie. It’s supposed to make us look prettier."

"We’re already pretty enough," Regulus replied flatly, without a shred of modesty. Sirius raised an amused eyebrow at the remark—Regulus wasn’t exactly the type to boast out loud, much less include Sirius in the sentiment.

"Well, yeah, we are," Sirius admitted, smirking, "but you’ll understand if you do it right."

Regulus snorted but kept working, brows furrowed as he grabbed Sirius’s chin and adjusted his angles, occasionally moving his head to compare both sides. Sirius couldn’t help but find it endearing—Regulus could complain and rant all he wanted, but he always gave in to Sirius's requests, and he would put real effort into it.

After a few more strokes, Regulus stepped back, assessing his work. "How do I know if I’m doing it right?"

"I have to look like a rockstar," Sirius declared, brimming with excitement. He could already picture the reactions—everyone staring, drooling.

Regulus frowned. “Then I think I fucked it up.”

Sirius’s eyes snapped open. "What—WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCKED IT UP?" He shot to his feet so fast he nearly crashed into his brother, sprinting toward the mirror. "Merlin’s bollocks!"

Then he froze, staring at his reflection in awe. He looked so…

"I LOOK SO HOT!"

"I think you look like a raccoon," Regulus deadpanned, still holding the eyeliner, now regarding it with satisfaction. "And even stupider than usual.

Sirius ignored him, too busy admiring himself. He looked like a goddamn rockstar. Moony would definitely piss his pants if he saw this. Maybe if he got a camera and convinced Regulus to take a picture, then Prongs could—

Sirius’s face lit up with the unmistakable glint of mischief.

Oh. Or maybe this was the perfect time to be brother of the year.

He spun around suddenly, making Regulus instinctively step back. His younger brother still had the eyeliner in hand, which Sirius swiftly snatched away. "Now it’s your turn," he announced.

Regulus blinked. "Now… what?" The realization hit him a second later, and his face—so similar to Sirius’s—twisted into a look of pure horror. "No!"

And then he ran.

Sirius took off after him, laughing as he chased his brother around the room. Regulus, in his desperate attempt to escape, even abandoned his own strict "no shoes on the bed" rule and leapt onto it.

"Come on, Reggie!" Sirius called, grinning. "You’d look great too!"

"I’d look ridiculous!"

"You wouldn’t. I bet Prongs would drool if he saw you with makeup on."

Regulus skidded to a halt so abruptly that Sirius almost ran into him. His eyes were wide, his curls a mess, and his cheeks burning red.

"Why would Potter…?" He swallowed hard.  "Why would you…?"

Oh, this was priceless. Sirius took advantage of his brother’s momentary breakdown, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the nearest seat.

"I promise I’ll do a good job," Sirius assured him, grinning like the devil himself.

Regulus gulped again, sitting down obediently. “If you screw up, I’ll kill you.”

Sirius’s grin only widened as he leaned in, eyeliner poised. "Oh, dear baby brother," he said smugly, "after this, more than one person is going to die of a heart attack—but I assure you, it won’t be either of us."

Part 2: "A Picture Worth a Thousand Gasps" (Remus and James' reaction)

[daddy-issues-galore]

Reminice

90's Noel Gallagher x pregnant!wife!reader

Warnings: 18+ readers, smut, pregnancy sex, oral f-recieving, fingering, swearing, loss of virginity

Chaos. That’s how you would describe Oasis. And loud. Very loud. But you were used to it all.

You’d been friends with the boys since you were kids. Growing up on the same street as them and being a couple of years older than Liam, often meant you got asked to babysit him when he was little. It also meant you were around at the Gallagher house most of the time, which meant you were always around Noel, and although he was a few years older than you, the two of you were quite close. You were one of the few people he genuinely liked having around. He didn’t kick you out of his room or hide his guitar playing from. He’d even let you read over his songs that he’d write. You’d always fancied the pants off him, but you were too shy to ever say anything and just assumed he thought you were a mate that looked after his little brother every now and then.

It wasn’t until he was going off to roadie for ‘Inspiral Carpets’ did things change between you.

----- 1989 -----

A load of your mates had decided to throw a leaving party for Noel the night before he left (it was just an excuse to party and get pissed) and you’d decided to miss it. You weren’t in the mood to celebrate because you selfishly didn’t want Noel to go.

So, at 8pm instead of getting pissed and dancing with your mates, you were sulking on your bed listening to a record Noel had leant you as the rain came down outside, when your telephone began ringing.

“Yeah?” You answered with a huff.

“Meet me at the bench. I’m setting off now from mine.”

“Noel? Why aren’t you at that party?”

“Y/n, just meet me at the bench, will ya’.”

“Aye? It’s pissing it down-" Noel hung up before you could protest further. “Bastard.” You muttered and set about getting your stuff together before setting off to the park.

It wasn’t really a park, just a large grass land that had a broken swing set on it. There was a hill behind the swing set and at the top was a bench that you and Noel sort of claimed as your bench.

With your umbrella in one hand and a torch in the other, you carefully made your way up the hill, the rain only seeming to get worse as you climbed to the top. As you got near the top, you spotted a figure slumped on the bench. You could see it was a floppy haired Noel wearing  a thin coat with no hood, shivering.

“Noel?” You called out as walked towards him.

He looked up to you and nodded, “Alrigh’.” He shifted on the bench so you could sit down beside him.

“You could have picked a better place to meet, ya’ know.” You huffed as you sat down beside him. “’Ere.” You gave him the umbrella to hold since he was a bit taller than you.

Noel slipped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him as you both settled under the umbrella.

“Why aren’t ya’ at the party?” You asked.

“No point if you aint.” He muttered. “Why weren’t you?” He asked.

You sighed and chewed the inside of your cheek. “Dint fancy it.” You shrugged not looking at him.

Noel scoffed, “Fuckin’ liar.”

“Am not.” You argued still refusing to look at him.

“Bollocks. I know when you’re lyin’, Y/n… You can’t look at me.” Noel smirked to himself as you gaped at him. Noel looked down at you with a furrowed brow. “I thought you’d have wanted to see me on me last night ‘ere?”

You nodded, “I did… I do…” You sighed, “I just-” You huffed feeling tears form. “I couldn’t come to that party, Noel… I couldn’t, fake bein’ happy… because I’m selfish… I don’t want ya’ to leave.” You admitted and wiped your tears away. “I’m bein’ so selfish because this is an amazing opportunity for ya’, and I am so proud of ya’. But I’ve never gone a day without speakin’ to you or hearin’ ya’ play your guitar or listenin’ to ya’ and your kid argue… I don’t want to… but I have to.” You cried.

“That settles it then,” Noel sighed.

“What?” You frowned as you wiped your tears away.

“I ain’t goin’.”

“What?” You shook your head, “You have to. You can’t just not go because of me. That’s daft.”

“Knowin’ you won’t be happy without me, would make me unhappy. Your happiness is more important-”

“I am not more important than your own happiness, Noel. You have to go.”

“You make me happy, Y/n.” Noel confessed, “And to be honest, this past week... I’ve been thinkin’… maybe me goin’ was a mistake.” He mumbled the last part as he looked away into the dark.

Noel very rarely shared his feelings and when he did, you were the only one he spoke to about them. You didn’t laugh at him or call him a wimp. You’d offer him a smile and reassure him things would be okay, or you’d find a way to help him.

“Why would you think that?” You frowned up at him.

Noel shrugged, “I… don’t want to leave ya’.”

You sighed heavily, “You can’t let my silly insecurities be the reason you miss out on this. I’ll get over meself eventually, Noel.”

Noel shook his head, “It’s not that. I’ve, sort been thinkin’ the same things as you, I guess. The thought of not seein’ you every day… or, seein’ ya’ little excited grin and giggle you do when you get some new fancy gadget for, ya’ camera,” Noel smiled to himself as he pulled you a little closer into his side. “It’s terrifying… ‘casue I need ya’, love.”

Your brow furrowed as you looked up at him, “You don’t need me, Noel.”

He nodded, “I bloody do, love. You keep me sane.” He chuckled making you smile. “And… well, I love ya’.”

You gasped, taken back by his confession. The sound of the rain hitting the umbrella echoed as you stared up at Noel, your heart racing in your chest. “You, love me?”

Noel nodded, “Always have.”

You’d never expected him to say that to you. You went quiet as you looked away from him, your mind racing. Did he really mean it?

Your long silence filled Noel with regret and worry – you were never quiet for this long. “Y’know what, forget I fuckin’ said anythin’, yeah? I need to get home. ‘Ere.” He said as he practically shoved your umbrella into your chest as he stood up. Before you could react, a gust of wind took it and blew it away from you.

“Wha- Noel.” You jumped up and followed him as he started walking away. “Wait, stop.”

“Just leave it, Y/n.”

“No,” You grabbed his jacket and pulled him back, the pair of you getting drenched by the rain, “I bloody won’t. You can’t just say you love me then bugger off!”

“Why? You want to laugh in my face or somet?” He sulked.

“Of course not.”

“Then what? ‘Cause you weren’t sayin’ anythin’.” He huffed and shook his head. “Look, just drop it. I’ll see ya’ when I get back.” Noel said as he began walking away again.

“Noel Thomas David Gallagher, I swear if you don’t fuckin’ stop, I’ll clip you round the ear, so hard!” Noel stopped but refused to turn back. You huffed and grabbed his arm, pulling him back around to face you. “Dickhead, ya’ can’t just tell me ya’ love me and not expect me to be shocked.”

Noel smiled to himself. He did always love your way with words. “Yeah, sorry.”

You shook your head with a small chuckle, “You mean it?”

Noel nodded, “’Course I do. Yer just ‘bout the only person I can tolerate.” He teased making you giggle. “Ya’ don’t need to say it back. I know me timin’ is awful and that… but, I had to say somethin’. It’s drivin’ me mad… you, drive me mad.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and smiled down at your wet feet. “I do.”

Noel’s brow furrowed, “You do what?”

“Love you… always have.” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him.

Noel broke out into a grin, “Have ya’?” He asked as he stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your hips.

You nodded. “’Course I have.” You smiled softly up at him. “So… ya’ gonna kiss me or what?” You asked making Noel blush.

Noel nodded and ran his hand over the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, can do.”

Your brow furrowed, “Can do? Don’t make it sound like a bloody chore or-”

Noel leaned down and gave your lips a firm kiss, cutting your teasing off. You moaned softly into Noel’s mouth as you slipped your hands up his chest and over his shoulders until you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You pulled back and drew in a deep breath, looking up to Noel with a shy smile. A brief silence settled between the pair of you as you stared at each other, the elephant in the room (or grassland) looming over you.

“You have to go. Ya’ know that, right?” You said to him.

Noel nodded with a heavy sigh, “What about you… and me?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “It’s probably for the best if we, just… leave it.” You shrugged.

Noel’s brow furrowed, “Aye? Don’t you want us to be together?”

You nodded, “But you’re going away, Noel. You don’t need to be tied down when you’re goin’ to be off havin’ fun.”

“Then I won’t go. Easy.”

“Noel, you’re goin’. End of.” You gave him a soft smile. “We can, sort things out when you get back.”

“Come with me then.” Noel blurted out making you smile.

“Can’t can I. Off to uni.” You smiled up at him and brushed his wet hair back from his face. “If we’re meant to be, it’ll happen when the time is right, yeah?”

Noel nodded, “I’d wait for ya’, ya’ know.”

You moved your hands down to cup his face. “Me too, but it wouldn’t be fair on either of us.”

Noel nodded and offered you a weak smile. “I do, love ya’.” He whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You smiled softly, “I love you too.” You gave him a small kiss.

Noel cleared his throat and looked down at his watch, “We can still make it, to that party if ya’ like.”

You shook your head as you chewed the inside of your cheek. “If you don’t mind, can we go home? Me mam and dad ain’t home for the night and I want to give you somethin’, before you leave.” You admitted with a blush.

Noel nodded, “Yeah, okay… Ya’ dint need to get me owt, love.” He smiled.

“It’s somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ you to have for a while.” You blushed.

“Oh?” Noel raised his eyebrow, “And what’s that then?” He asked.

You bit your lip before breaking out into a grin. “My virginity.”

That night as clique as it sounds, you and Noel made love. Early the next morning, the two of you headed back to his so you could help him pack because he’d left everything to last minute like he usually did. Liam wasn’t best pleased to have the pair of you moving about the bedroom making a racket, so much so he went down to sleep on the sofa after calling the two of you cunts. A couple of hours later (at a more reasonable hour), along with everyone else, the two of you said goodbye.

“I’ll call ya’ every day, love.” Noel promised as he held you close in his arms.

“No, you won’t.” You giggled and looked up at him. “Just call when you can.” You smiled up at him.

He nodded with a smile as he reached up and cupped your face. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, too.”

Noel leaned down and kissed you, taking Liam and Peggy by surprise. Let’s just say, the moment Noel had driven off, you were bombarded with questions from the pair of them.

----- 1991 -----

“Where is she?!” Liam paced back and forth outside the pub as he smoked his third cigarette in the past hour.

“She’ll be ‘ere, mate. Y/n, never misses a gig.” Guigsy tried to reassure Liam, hoping to calm him down. The last thing anyone wanted was a pissed off Liam.

“She fuckin’ better not. I’ll never forgive her.” Liam huffed dramatically as he put out his cigarette and went to roll another.

“Oh, stop bein’ a dramatic fucker, would ya’.” You called out to him as you rounded the corner with your camera in hand. “Am not even that late.”

Liam frowned at you. “You said you’d be ‘ere for sound check.”

“Sound check?” You laughed, “Sound like you’re in a proper little band.” You teased making the others chuckle.

“We are a proper band.” Liam argued.

“With a shit name.” You teased.

“Fuck off, will ya’.” Liam snapped at you making you laugh.

“Fuck, your easy to wind up.” You nudged him with your elbow making him push you back as he told you to fuck off. You laughed and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him towards you, “Come ‘ere, William.” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressed kisses to his cheek. “I’m so proud of my little, Willy-bum.” You kissed his cheek again and again making him screw his face up in disgust.

“Get off!” He shoved you back as the others laughed at the pair of you.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, I haven’t heard you call him that for fuckin’ time.”

You gasped, untangling yourself from Liam and spinning around. “Noel?” You gaped at him in shock. He looked completely different to when he left but the exact same. You couldn’t believe he was there.

He grinned at you, “Alrigh’, love.”

You nodded, unable to form any words.

Liam’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline as he watched you, “Fuckin’ ‘ell. Never seen you speechless.” He laughed and gave you shove closer to Noel, nearly knocking you over.

Noel grabbed a hold of you before you could fall. Liam and the others disappeared backside the pub leaving the two of you behind. Not that either of you noticed, lost in your own little world as you stood together.

Noel smiled down at you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me yer not seein’ anyone.” He whispered.

“And what if I was?” You asked.

Noel shook his head, “I’d still kiss ya’.”

A smile broke out on your lips, “I’m not seein’ anyone… so kiss me all you want.”

Noel’s smile widened before he reached up to hold your face as he leaned down and kissed you. It felt like your first kiss all over again, but this time you didn’t need to worry about running out of time.

You pulled back from each other with matching dopey smiles. “When did you get ba-” “You look fuckin-” The two of you began laughing at each other.

“C’mon, let’s get a drink, yeah?” Noel took your hand and led you inside the pub. The pub was packed, so it was hard to move from one side to the other. Noel pulled you under his arm and kept you close as he led you through the crowd until he found a suitable spot. “Stay ‘ere, love.” Noel pressed a kiss to your cheek before he left you in a quiet corner of the pub and went to tackle to bar.

“Oy!” You heard Liam shout as he walked up to you with a frown, “Don’t let lover boy distract you from your job.”

“Job would imply you’re paying me, Liam.” You rolled your eyes at him but still smiled.

Liam nodded, “And you will be once we’ve made it big.”

“Not with a shit band name, you won’t.” You muttered teasingly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be ready. You just focus on your singing, yeah?” You gave his hair a ruffle making him huff and push your hand a way.

“Stop.” He sulked off as you laughed at him. God, you loved winding him up.

“Not missed that mardy bastard.” Noel said with a smirk as he appeared with your drinks.

“Don’t be mean.” You giggled. “And don’t lie.” You smirked at him over the rim of your glass. “You’ve missed him.”

Noel frowned and shook his head, “Piss off.” He took a swig of his drink as he watched you. “I missed you.” He smiled softly. “Those pictures helped.” He winked at you making you blush and look away.

“Oh god,” You giggled. “You better not have shown anyone else ‘em.” You gave him a warning look.

He shook his head with a grin, “Don’t you worry, love. They’re just for me.” He looked towards the ‘stage’ where the band would be playing. “So, what’s this lot like?” He nodded towards the stage.

“Uhm,” You chewed the inside of your cheek as you tried to choose your words wisely. “Well… they’re good at playin’ their instruments.”

Noel began laughing, “Is r’kid that bad?”

You shook your head, “Look, Liam’s voice is… great.” You smiled proudly. “Surprisingly so, actually… it’s his songwriting that’s not…” You winced making Noel laugh. “He needs help.” You smiled softly at him. “They need help, Noel. Someone to write songs…and the music… to lead them…” You stepped closer to him and placed your hand on his chest and began fiddling with the button on his shirt. “They need a Noel.” You whispered as you looked up at him through your lashes.

Noel rolled his eyes, “Are you in on this bollocks?” He huffed.

“They need you Noel.” You pleaded.

He shook his head, “I’m not bein’ their manager.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but the lights went low, signalling the start of the gig. “I need to get to the front, ya’ comin’?” You asked Noel as you pulled your camera out of your bag.

Noel shook his head, “Nah, I’ll stay ‘ere.” He took your drink from you.

“Party pooper…” You giggled making Noel grin. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Noel watched you disappear with a smile on his face. He wasn’t letting you go again.

----- 1999 -----

Noel smiled to himself as he watched you from his sun lounger. You were stood by the pool snapping pictures (like you always were) looking happy and relaxed, something that neither of you had been for what felt like years.

The recent album had been utter chaos to do. Add on top of that the two of you recently finding out that you were expecting your first child together and Liam opening his big gob to an interviewer who was more than happy to spread the news. So, Noel decided as soon as the album was finished, he was whisking you off somewhere warm, preferably with a pool or the sea so he could see you in a bikini. It was one of his favourite sights, especially now that you were pregnant. You looked like a goddess.

“You alrigh’, love?” He asked as you stood in front of him.

You hummed and pressed your left hand to your lower back. Your wedding ring glinting in the sunlight as you did, “Backs hurtin’ a bit.” You scowled.

Noel’s brow furrowed and he shifted on his sun lounger, moving his left leg off onto the floor and patting the spot in front of him. “Come ‘ere.” He held his hand out to you.

You smiled and took his hand, slowly lowering yourself onto the lounger in front of him. You let out a satisfied hum as you settled against Noel’s chest, lifting your legs up onto the sun lounger. Noel wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his hands over your belly as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“We can go back to the room if you like. Or could book you into the SPA.” He said as he placed another soft kiss to your cheek.

You shook your head. “Not in the mood for some stranger rubbin’ their hands all over me.”

Noel smiled to himself. “I could always do it.”

You giggled, “You mean you want to have a grope.”

“I can do that whenever I want, love.” He said as he gave your breast a squeeze making you giggle and swat his hand away. “C’mon, you’ll feel better.” He gave your thigh a soft pat.

“That’s what I said to you the night we created this.” You giggled as you rubbed your bump.

You’d done the maths and worked out the night of conception was after one mega hectic, chaotic, frustrating day of recording in the studio. Liam and Noel had been arguing all day, hardly getting anything of use recorded. Noel was angry and annoyed with Liam, close to calling it quits. You’d taken him back to your shared room in the big house that had been rented to record the most recent album to calm him down – and you really did calm him down.

“Then you know what I’m ‘bout to do.” Noel said with a cheeky grin as he helped you up off the sun lounger.

Ever since finding out you were pregnant; Noel had spent more time worshipping your body (not that he didn’t already) but he’d become obsessed with you. Pregnancy looked good on you.

Noel slowly peeled your clothes from your body, pressing his lips against your sun kissed skin as he did. He gently laid you down on the bed and spread your legs wide. "Fuck," He moaned as he gently ran his lips up the inside of your thigh. He leaned forwards and ran his tongue up the length of your pussy making you moan loudly. Noel worked his tongue up and down, moaning at your taste.

You moaned rolling your eyes back as Noel sucked on your clit. “Fuck, Noel.” You gripped Noel’s hair as you began rolling your hips against his mouth.

Noel pulled back with a smirk as he lifted his left hand and ran his knuckles through your wet lips making you jump and bite your lip. Your eyes rolled backwards as you felt his wedding ring. God, it turned you on, knowing he was your husband.

He slowly coated his fingers in your wetness before he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. Noel began flicking his tongue against your swollen clit making heavy moans fall from your lips as he moved his fingers in and out of you.

You groaned, "Fuck, Noel,"

Noel moaned against you. He twisted his hand and curled his fingers as he sucked on your clit. Noel smirked as he pulled back from you, "You gonna cum?"

You nodded, "Yes."

"Good girl," Noel reached up with his right hand and grabbed your breast, running his thumb over your hard nipple as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. "Cum all over my fingers, baby."

You let out a deep moan as Noel ran his tongue over your clit, pushing you over the edge.

Noel smirked proudly as he withdrew his fingers from you and sucked his fingers clean. "Perfect." He hummed before he stood up and began to push his boxers down, letting his hard cock spring free.

You let out a low moan as you stared at his beautiful cock.

“How do you want me, baby?” He asked as he gently stroked his cock.

You bit your bottom lip, “From behind.” You blushed.

Noel’s grin widened. “On your side?”

You nodded, excitement bubbling in your chest. Noel leaned forwards and kissed you before he moved to lay on his side behind you. You bent your left leg as Noel took a hold of his cock. Your mouth fell open as Noel pushed his length inside of you. “Oh, god!” You cried out.

“Fuck,” Noel moaned loudly as your cunt squeezed around his cock. “Ya’ feel so good, love.” Noel slipped his right arm under your neck, his calloused hand cupping your breast being gentle knowing they were sensitive. He moved his left hand from your hip and slid it over your bump.

“Please, Noel,” You moaned.

Noel kissed your bare shoulder as he moved his hips back and forth. “What? Tell me.”

“Need to come.” You panted, your fingers digging into his forearm.

Noel kissed your neck as he reached own with his left hand and pressed his fingers against your clit working your clit in time with his thrusts

“Oh, fuck!” You cried out.

“Tell me… say it.” Noel panted against your ear. “Please,”

“Mine… My husband… You… Noel!”

He pressed his lips against yours and kissed you hard, his hips still moving back and forth. You kissed Noel back with as much force, your tongue tangling with his.

You pulled back from Noel needing to breath, groaning loudly as your orgasm hit you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. "FUCK!"

"FUCK, BABY! YES!" Noel snarled as he hit deep inside you, cuming hard. Noel held you in his arms as your breathing slowed down, your back flush against his chest as his hand once again rubbed your belly. “I’ll stop. I promise.” Noel whispered out of nowhere.

“What ya’ mean?” You asked as you reached up with your left hand and threaded your fingers through his hair.

“The drugs and the drinkin’.” He pressed his face into your shoulder and kissed your skin. “I’ll stop smokin’ anorl.”

“Noel,” You smiled to yourself, “You don’t need-”

“I do. For this one… for you, for us.” Noel wrapped his arms around you’re a little tighter, being careful not to squeeze you too much. “I want to be a better man.”

You hugged him back the best you could in the position you were in. “You already are, Noel. I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t.” You smiled. “I love you.”

Noel smiled against your shoulder, “I love you too.”

[biblical-chronicles]

Reckless

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where Noel gets insecure about you gettin' on well with Liam

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The morning started like any other. Noel sat at the kitchen table, a half-finished brew in front of him, flicking through the usual pile of shite that got delivered with the post. Bills, some takeaway menu he’d never look at, and—great—a stack of tabloids that somehow found their way to his doorstep every bloody week.

He wasn’t in the mood for it, not really. He never was. The headlines were always the same—who’s shagging who, who’s fallen out with who, what should you be thinking about who. He picked up the top magazine, about to chuck it straight in the bin, when a headline caught his eye.

"Reckless Gallagher & Partner-in-Crime Cause Chaos in the Dead of Night!"

His brows knitted together. His first thought? What the fuck’s Liam done now?

Then he clocked the picture below the headline. And there you were right alongside Liam, both mid-sprint, faces alight with laughter as you bolted down the pavement like a pair of kids caught red handed.

Noel frowned, flipping open the magazine with a growing sense of unease.

"Sources claim Liam Gallagher and his brother's missus were seen engaging in late-night antics outside the homes of various high-profile celebrities. Witnesses report seeing the duo throwing small objects at windows and sprinting off in a fit of laughter. The reason for their antics remains unclear, though some speculate alcohol may have been involved. Others claim it was simply good old-fashioned mischief. Either way, it seems Liam has found himself a new partner-in-crime—"

Noel stopped reading.

The picture alone had been enough to put him on edge, but the wording? Liam has found himself a new partner-in-crime? Fuck off.

He set the magazine down, staring at it like it had personally wronged him. His fingers tapped restlessly against the table. His tea had gone cold by now.

He tried to shake it off. It’s nowt. Just some stupid tabloid bollocks.

But his eyes kept flicking back to that picture.

It was the way you were laughing. The way Liam had his arm half-outstretched, like he’d been pulling you along for the thrill of it. The way you looked so… free.

And yeah, he knew you and Liam got along. That was never a problem before. But this? This was different.

He found himself thinking about when was the last time you two did anything like that?

You and Noel had stories, of course. But they were different. Late nights spent arguing over music, private little moments away from the madness, sneaking out of parties when the crowd got too much. It wasn’t bad—it was yours. But it wasn’t this.

You never got up to such reckless fun with him.

Noel exhaled sharply, rubbing his hand over his jaw. He didn’t like where his own thoughts were going, but he couldn��t stop them.

Liam had always been the one people gravitated toward, the one who pulled focus without even trying. Noel didn’t resent him for it (not always, anyway), but it had been that way since the start—Liam taking the spotlight.

And now he was taking you, too?

Noel shoved the magazine aside, suddenly feeling like a right idiot for letting a bloody tabloid get to him. But even as he told himself it was stupid, that nagging feeling in his chest didn’t go away.

Because what if—just what if—you did prefer being around Liam? What if, when you wanted fun, when you wanted excitement, you went to him instead?

Noel leaned back in his chair, arms crossing tightly over his chest, jaw set, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation at hand.

So now, here he was, standing outside your door like a complete bellend, trying to figure out how to prove to you (and himself) that he was just as fun as Liam fuckin’ Gallagher.

Before he could psych himself out, he knocked.

A few seconds later, the door swung open, and there you were—soft, warm, and smiling the second you saw him.

“Hey, you,” you greeted, pulling him in by the collar of his jacket before he could even say owt. Your lips met his, soft and slow, and for a second, the whole Liam situation almost left his mind. Almost.

When you pulled back, you gave him a look. “You alright? You look a bit…” You gestured vaguely at him.

Noel stepped inside, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Bit what?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “Just… somethin’.”

He scoffed. “Cheers for that.”

You shut the door behind him, watching as he wandered into the living room. He was acting odd, and you knew him well enough to know he had something on his mind.

You followed him, plopping down onto the sofa and waiting. Noel sat beside you, arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line. Clearly, whatever was bothering him, he was struggling to say it.

You tilted your head at him. “Just spit it out, love.”

He shot you a look but didn’t argue.

“Just…” He shifted in his seat. “Why don’t we do that?”

You blinked. “Do what?”

“You an’ Liam,” he said, his tone sharpening ever so slightly. “Gettin’ up to all that mad shite. Why don’t we do stuff like that?”

It took you a second to clock what he meant, but when you did, your heart clenched.

“Oh, love…” you murmured, instantly reaching for him. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, holding him close. He let you, but his body was still tense, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be reassured or if he just wanted to keep being bitter about it.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “Noel, it’s you that I love,” you told him, slow and certain, making sure he heard every word. “Liam’s a laugh, yeah, but you… you’re everything. And honestly? I never even thought you’d wanna do stuff like that with me.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Why not?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Because you always act like you’re over Liam’s antics. Half the time, you look two seconds away from throttlin’ him for bein’ a dickhead.”

Noel snorted, but he couldn’t exactly argue with that.

“I just figured you’d wanna keep that nonsense far away from your life,” you continued. “Didn’t think you’d fancy runnin’ around the streets chuckin’ rocks at posh gaffs with me.”

Noel stared at you for a beat, then muttered, “I’d do it, y’know.”

You grinned. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded, still trying to act like he didn’t care that much. “If you wanted me to.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Then I’d gladly take you out to break some windows.”

Noel couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head. “You’re fuckin’ ridiculous.”

You grinned. “Yeah, but now you are too.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and whatever jealousy had been gnawing at him before seemed to finally ease.

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short story today as me brain is still scramble from writin' down two yesterday. Might be takin' a break tomorrow and I'll be back on Monday with more stories me loves xx

sorry if it's shite but I'm a bit dead, at least we are winning 4:0 against Newcastle as of right now

also, clearly inspired by Liam chuckin' shite at Jamie Oliver's house to get food

[my-castles-crumbling]

complex - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 186

"Regulus!"

Sirius's voice shocked Regulus from his thoughts, making him turn from his spot on the bench to wearily eye his brother as he approached. "Sirius," he greeted him with a monotone voice.

"What the fuck did you do that for, eh?" Sirius asked, plopping down next to him, his face livid. "Of all the shite you could've gotten up to. You chose to kiss Belby right in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room?"

"I can kiss whomever I want," Regulus retorted flatly.

"Sure," Sirius rolled his eyes. "Except you don't like Belby. You like James. And he likes you. So what the fuck gives?"

Regulus sighed, "It's not that simple."

"Oh, bollocks," Sirius scoffed. "Whatever complex thought process is going through your brain right now, I hate to break it to you, but you're wrong. Get your head out of your arse. This is painfully simple. You're giving up James for what? To please our parents? Regulus, they'll never be pleased. And you'll never forgive yourself."

And, with an angry sigh, he stood, giving Regulus one last look. "You deserve better than this, Reggie."

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A Female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Eighty Five)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and is all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s

We Got Issues

Part Eighty Five: Y/N catches up with Cillian after spending the day with Clíodhna - he's at the hotel and suffering from his eventful night, but he's good humoured despite the damage done. But Y/N can't escape the insidious nature of the man who threatens their family when he pops back up. Y/N is catapulted into mental darkness by news she never wanted, sparking memories she tries to forget. [Fluff/Whump/Threat/Angst/references of SA & CSA]

@cherrycilly @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @watermeezer @strangeions @borntodiemp3 @meadowshelby @lavender-haze-01

This update contains sensitive inferences towards sexual abuse and child sexual abuse. Please be mindful of your mental health and triggers. There are not full and frank descriptions, but there are insinuations and references. Please skip this if you feel this will be too much.

Leaving the unit that evening, after settling Clíodhna down and ensuring you had pumped as much breastmilk as you could, you make your way through the corridors with one goal in mind - to reach out to Cillian. Your phone begins buzzing like it's possessed as you near the entrance doors, and you draw it from your pocket to a handful of alerts. There are a small mountain of text messages from Cillian, each one getting progressively less incoherent as they go on. Poor sod is clearly in a state, be it down to his injury or his hangover, and you wonder in your mind what his mood is like to be around. You want to laugh, but you're still worried and still hope that he's okay. The latest message, evidently sent about a half hour before you'd left Clíodhna but had only just registered, is a sorry state of affairs.

I know you're wihh our girl but call me when you get ouut. Paidi said he spoke to you. Death warmd up here. Don't think I cna actually get sick any more. Ring y eah? Love you x

You smile at the wealth of typos, but are pleased you can actually make sense of it, and quickly set about ringing him as you step out into the early evening sun in the carpark. He answers after two rings, and he sounds worse for wear. “Missus,” he says in a grumbling voice.

“Hi,” you say softly. “How's the war-wound?”

You hear him scoff. “Ah, sure… it's fairly sore. Five stitches. Cunt of a thing.”

You smile, peeking around you to remember the car’s location, and walk towards it. “And how's the hangover?”

“Brutal.” He laughs huskily. “How's Clíodhna?”

You smile again - still, she's on his mind. “She's great. I'll send you over the photos I took today, she was making these little sounds...little sniffles. She makes faces like she'll cry, but she hasn't yet. I still feel weird for wanting that.” You say, shaking your head, as you take the car keys from your pocket. “So, come on, what happened, Cill? Do you remember?”

He sighs noisily, “Ah, I do, mostly. I just think went over Páidi's feet, like. But, sure, I wasn't exactly sober…” he says and you can hear the smirk on his lips.

“Must have been some fall, though. Stitches and a concussion? That's a hell of a bang. I hope to God nobody spotted you and took photos. From what Páidi did manage to explain, you were diabolical at the hospital.” You say gently. “When Páidi called me this morning, out of his mind drunk, he laughing about you throwing up and talking about…Helen Mirren?”

“About wha’?” He laughs again. "Helen Mirren?"

“Ask your brother! He didn't make a whole lot of sense, but evidently he's also in favour of your erections.” You chuckle.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He asks, and you can hear the thicker accent and humour behind his tired and croaky voice.

“Ask Páidi!” You laugh. “I take it nobody is in a state for driving home tonight. You guys are staying back another night?”

“Yeah - Chris is going to drive in the morning.” Cillian says quietly, and then you hear him yawn loudly.

“Do you have anything to take for your head?” You ask as you climb into the car, dragging the door shut noisily.

He chuckles lightly. “They gave me some good stuff, but I've not had that. We've enough paracetamol there between us, it's doing the job.”

“Well, look after yourself. You absolute idiot! Was the show good before that?” You ask him.

He sniffs right into the phone and you cringe. “Yeah, it was deadly. What I remember of it.” He laughs a little. “I miss ya now though. You're alright, yeah? Everything okay at home, and up the hospital there?”

“Fine, love. Absolutely fine. No visitors, no sign of our friend, only one idiot outside the hospital and he just stood taking photos and asked where you were. I nearly shat myself about you, but otherwise it's been a fine, quiet, normal weekend. Except you not being here. In fact, I even had a message or two from Aran, asking after Clíodhna and when I sent him and Malachy photos, Malachy texted back with a big smiley face” you say softly, smiling. You hear him give a happy sigh - you're not sure how you know it is, you just know. “I'm really glad you've had a good time, besides the head injury, but I have missed you, too. So much.”

“Yeah, well, I'll be back tomorrow and then you needn't be missing me.” He says, too quietly, and you know he's not alone. You'd forgotten you'd booked two double rooms, so you assume that Páidi or one of the others was close by. You get your answer when he starts talking into the room, “...no, it's Y/N. Wha’? No, sure why would I ring Mum? Get away, you langer. Go on…Fuck off, I'm talking…” it's Páidi he's sharing with, then, and the thought of that makes you laugh. You kind of wish you were there, peeking in, just to see them fucking around and winding one another up as brothers. “Here, I'm gonna go, alright. Páidi's a prick…I know you're already out, but kiss Clíodhna tomorrow morning for me, yeah? And I'll get up to the hospital as soon as we're back in Dublin, alright?”

“Of course I will” you smile softly. “Go on, off you go and rest. Look after yourself, all right? Tell Páidi I said to be nice to his big brother or I’ll hurt him.” You laugh. “I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah… I love you too.” he says gently, and then breathes deeply.

When the phone goes quiet and the call ends, you miss him even more. You toss your phone onto the passenger's seat of the car and dug the key into the ignition. Before you can turn it, there is a sharp knock against your window, and you turn your head, startled, and feel your heart thudding when you see Martin Ellis standing there with a shit-eating grin.

“Ah, don't be soft, Y/N. Open the window.” He says, still grinning. Though muffled through the closed glass, you can hear him well enough. His accent is both lilting and sharp. The Cavan sound varied, you'd noticed, but he had such a distinctive voice. It makes your skin crawl.

“Go away.” You say firmly, shaking your head.

“Don't be like that, you're my wee sister.” Martin laughs sickly.

“I said go away!” You scowl, “Fuck off. There is nothing that you can do to hurt this family. Nothing. So just fuck off.” You snap.

“Here, are you sure about that?” He asks, and that grim smirk is still on his face.

“Absolutely. Now fuck off.” You turn the key in the engine.

“Sure, maybe I can't hurt your perfect wee family. I imagine aul Cillian's been so scared I'd do something, he's already done it himself. Has he? Yeah? Of course he fucking has. He thinks he's on top now, does he? Cock of the walk with the new baby and all. But, I'll tell you something, there's one thing he can't do, that I can.” Martin says, and the grin grows wider.

You hate yourself for being drawn in, but you raise your eyebrows and say, “Oh, really?”

“Oh aye - I can tell you news to shake you.” He holds up a piece of paper and then pushes it against the window. “Can you read that there, Y/N? Can ya? Do you see what that says? That name up there… Isn't that your murdering Daddy? …And come here, doesn't that say there he's after being convicted again, on historical sexual abuse claims?”

You swallow hard as you look at the printed out sheet, from some news document. It is indeed your father, Richard [Y/L/N]. And it does list historic sexual abuse as a reason for a new prison term. You scan it then look across the glass, back at Martin. “I don't care where he is.”

“But they want to bring more charges,” Martin continues, “They want to review reports from when you were a wee girl, Y/N, and they want to talk to you. Does aul Cillian know about what he did to you when you were wee? Did you tell him? Does he know it was your murdering Daddy who was the first man to touch you? Does he know what he used to make wee Y/N do for his friends? Does he know what wee Y/N had to be taught not to do when she moved into her foster home…?”

Your entire body shakes and you find it hard to control your breathing. “Go away.” You say, gritting your teeth.

Martin grins once again. “God Almighty, my old pal Cillian did get his hands on some damaged goods, didn't he? Why does he fight me so hard to protect you? Or is it the shame of people finding out about you that he does it for? Oh aye, you'll get the call soon. And the paps, and the cameras… he'll learn it all then, won't he? And the perfect little life the two of ye have built won't look so fucking rosy, not when the world knows what Cillian Murphy was at behind his wife's back, with his mistress who needed to be told that no, we don't touch every man we meet, and we certainly don't lie back and take what Daddy gives us… I wonder does the social services know that that wee baby in there has damaged goods for a Mammy?”

“Do not go near my daughter.” You yell and you slam your left hand hard down against the steering wheel. “You don't even talk about my daughter! Fuck off!”

He steps back one step, and holds his hands up, still displaying the paper. “As you wish, soon-to-be Mrs Murphy.” He raises his eyebrows and once again, he grins. “Good night, then.”

As soon as he's far enough back, you fully start the car and immediately drive out of the parking space. You know you probably shouldn't be driving, as your eyes stream and your heart races, but you need to know you're away from the man and his words. How does he know about your father now? Who told him? …And how the hell did he get access to anything regarding your past of that nature? Who did he think he was? Of course you'd shared details with Cillian - you'd never been so base as to fully describe every inflicted act, but he was well aware that your father had been sexually inappropriate towards you when you were small. You wanted to call him - you wanted his voice in your ear - but you needed him here, to hold and inhale him to feel grounded and secure, to remind you that you are not now what you were then, that you are not now where you were then. But he's far away and he's incapacitated, and all you can do is cry, and drive, and wonder who else your father laid hands on when you were a child.

You realise, when you stop the car on your gravel driveway, that you're not entirely sure how you got from just outside of the city into Malahide, and yet you can't remember anything beyond the carpark of the hospital. You pull the key for the ignition and sit back in the seat. Your face feels dirty, stained with tears you're sure you've cried the whole drive. You glance to your left, looking at your phone, and wonder if calling Cillian now is too selfish. He's in pain, and okay some of it is self inflicted, but what can he do from there anyway? And surely, all you'd do is brew an anger in him he can do nothing with - and then it's Páidi and Cillian that'll suffer while you, possibly, could feel better from the talk. You convince yourself it's the wrong move, but what grows in you is a need to get out what you think, what you feel, and the lack of outlet feels stifling. Who can you call? Who can you vent to? There's nobody in your life today, besides Cillian - who has ninety percent of the story - who knows a single thing about you. God, all you want is Cillian. His arms, his smell, his soft words, his hair against your cheek as you pull closer and closer to him. Closing your eyes, you rest your head back on the seat fully and try to scrub the memories from your brain, silently cursing Martin Ellis the entire time. It had been many years since you'd even thought about your father deeply, and yet, with Martin's cruelty, you sit there with the smell of his breath and the feeling of his hands, and you feel sick to your stomach.

You remember a song you'd heard many years back, by an American singer who had cried through her performance of it, and you mutter the words to yourself in the car and try to think about Cillian and Clíodhna. “...back then I didn't have anything you needed so I was worthless, but piece by piece he collected me up off the ground where you abandon things, piece by piece he filled the holes that you burned in me at six years old. He never walks away, he never asks for money, he takes care of me, cause he loves me. Piece by piece he restores my faith, that a man can be kind and a father could stay….”

You breathe out with pursed lips, and open your eyes. The smell of him is gone, and the feel of his hands no longer lingers on your body. In their place, slowly, come the memories of comfort and love with Cillian. His words in your ear, his soft and gentle hands, his understanding of the words you use when it all got too much in those earlier days. You can row - hell, Cillian had thrown horrible words about your father at you when you were pregnant - but you always knew that it was Cillian who had stayed, and who honoured you, and who showed you, through his sons and now Clíodhna, what a father was supposed to be. He'll be home tomorrow, and that thought keeps you sane.

You are not who you used to be. You are not where you used to be.

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[magspieart]

oh! so in your alien au, are they already integrated into human society or are they doing a takeover? (hostile takeover?)

So the plan so far is that the reader is abducted at the VERY start of the take over. Think sending scouts and stuff into the territory to check over the environment and fauna. Sun is the one who actually takes them (even though he is definitely not supposed to be there as the youngest prince).

It's more or less Sun seeing them and immediately thinking "this is so ugly I need to keep it", and then getting absolutely bollocked by Moon for doing something so stupid. Later shenanigans of trying to hide this from their VERY overworked eldest brother ensues.

As for the takeover side, while they like to think of themselves as unhostile it's definitely gonna be a lot of politics on the humans side. But we'll have to see how that plays out I suppose