#and then hopefully have my aunt and uncle take a look around before i make anything official

[publicuniversalenemy]

hi everyone im gonna fukcing Die now. i found literally the perfect fucking apartment a couple weeks back but i didnt move fast enough on it bc i was like. well the lease doesnt even start until fucking august. but GUESS WHAT!!!!! someone else snatched that shit up!!! in the last couple days!!!! so im so happy and thrilled right now ^-^

[drvirgus]

i have a very cute request where yn and hanni/minji (you decided heheh) was babysitting a relative kids and during the nightime the kid came knocking on the door of your bedroom saying there is a monster in the closet (interrupting your time with them) and now both of you need to comfort the kid and just play along on kicking the imaginary monster’s ass

Hopefully you like it🤗🤗

a/n: I was half asleep when I wrote it 🥱🥱 sry if it’s bad 🫣🫣

Babysitting

Hanni x Reader

Description: You and Hanni are on vacation in Australia. But you promised your mother that you would take care of your cousin Josh. Now you, Hanni and Josh spend a day together.

Warnings: smut if you squint ur eyes

wc: 2k

One shot:

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With my all-too-familiar puppy eyes, I looked at my girlfriend. We had just arrived in Australia, as we had decided to take a vacation together here. Naturally, this also meant getting to know my girlfriend's family and her getting to know mine.

"But Y/n, we said we would visit the other cities," the slightly younger one complained as she felt me repeatedly tugging at the arm of the person of equal height.

"Please, I promised my mom?" I almost whined as I kept tugging at her, which made her sigh again. "Okay," replied the slightly younger one, starting to smile. A sigh escaped her lips as I saw her shoulders relax in defeat, and she began to nod. "Fine, but only because your mother wants it," my girlfriend responded with a small smile on her face, rolling her eyes simultaneously.

Grinning broadly, I jumped up a bit, releasing the grip on the idol's arm. "Great, my aunt is already on her way," I announced, causing Hanni to raise her eyebrows in disbelief. She looked at me incredulously for a few seconds before sighing once more and shaking her head.

"Why exactly do they need a babysitter?" the slightly younger one asked, looking curious. She sat down on the couch and leaned back. "My uncle has birthday, and they're going away this weekend. But don't worry, the child is only staying overnight here, and my mom will pick him up tomorrow morning," I explained as I settled down next to Hanni.

Understandingly, the woman beside me nodded, and a sigh escaped her throat as she rested her head on my shoulder. A hum immediately escaped the younger one as she felt my arm around her shoulder. "I would have preferred to spend my time only with you," my girlfriend muttered, visibly pouting, which made me grin broadly.

Almost immediately, I kissed the person of equal height on the head as I relaxed, leaning against the comfortable couch. "You just want to get me into bed," I replied playfully, prompting Hanni to gently slap my leg, making me laugh.

Amused, she simply shook her head. It didn't take long until I felt Hanni pushing me completely onto the couch, her body now on top of mine. Her hair fell onto my face, causing me to close my eyes immediately and twitch a bit as one of her strands fell into my eye.

"Oops, sorry," the younger one said as she ran her hand through her hair. My mouth opened as I watched Hanni brush her hair back. God... I always found it sexy when she did that.

"Come here," I murmured softly as I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted my head until her lips met mine. I felt her warm and gentle hand wander under my T-shirt, pulling it up slightly. Her hand gently stroked my heated skin until it reached my bra. My eyes opened slightly as my hands also wandered under her top, simply resting on her back.

"Baby," I uttered between the gentle kisses, which slowly but surely became more passionate. Her breath against my cheek as she deepened the kiss and silenced me. My eyes widened as I felt Hanni capture my lower lip between her teeth and pull it. A gasp escaped me, seemingly spurring the younger one to continue.

Unfortunately, the doorbell rang, and simultaneously, we groaned in annoyance. "Should I send them away?" I almost immediately suggested as I saw Hanni stand up from me and run her hand through her hair once again. A small laugh escaped her lips as she looked at me. "Oh no, you've already gotten us into this," my girlfriend replied as she got up from the couch.

Rolling my eyes, I groaned and stood up from the couch as well. Annoyed that Hanni teased me and then let me down, my forehead furrowed and my eyes narrowed. Hanni giggled as she saw my expression and promptly opened the door with a smile on her face.

I immediately joined her, and my arm instinctively wrapped around my girlfriend's slender waist as I greeted my aunt and my little cousin. It didn't take long for my aunt to hastily and visibly stressed hand me the child's bag and bid farewell with quick, thankful words.

My eyes immediately fell on the child, who was now around 6-7 years old. Smiling, I removed my hand from my girlfriend's waist. "Come on, Josh, we've already cooked something for you," I said as I returned to the living room and placed the bag on the couch. Nervously, Josh simply stood beside me, playing with his shirt and shyly looking at the floor.

"Cute," I heard softly, and immediately I looked at Hanni, who, however, only looked at Josh. A wide grin spread across her face as she leaned down a bit. "Are you hungry?" my girlfriend asked, and Josh nodded slowly. His big brown eyes looked straight at Hanni, which made me smirk. I watched as Hanni nodded and gestured for him to follow.

Josh was pretty cute. Although he had always been quite shy and clingy, he was sweet.

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Sighing, I let myself fall carelessly onto the bed, my eyes immediately focused on the ceiling above me as I sighed once again. Every muscle in my body ached, and I was pretty much done with life. All day long, Hanni and I had been playing with Josh. Over and over, he wanted to play something new, draining every last ounce of energy from both of us. Until I finally managed to put him to sleep.

Turning my head to the side, I saw Hanni lying next to me, her eyes already closed as she simply snuggled into the blanket. A smile spread across my face. "Baby?" I whispered softly as I scooted closer to the person who was trying to sleep.

The idol hummed something to indicate that she heard me. My hand immediately wrapped around her waist as I pressed closer to her back. "We're alone," I murmured softly as my lips found their way to my girlfriend's shoulder. I felt Hanni shift slightly, probably to look at me from her shoulder.

"What about Josh?" she asked, visibly concerned, which made me chuckle. My hand slipped under her shirt as I felt her skin against mine. "He's sound asleep. Don't worry," I replied as I kissed her shoulder gently, trailing soft, wet kisses up to her neck. A gasp escaped her throat as I gently bit her neck.

"So?" I asked softly as my fingers slowly made their way from her waist to her stomach, playfully pinching her there. "Or are you too tired?" I asked, now a bit quieter, audibly disappointed. All day long, all I wanted was to feel her body against mine. Especially since she had teased me earlier.

Hanni moved and turned in my arms. "I'm never too tired for you," the slightly younger one breathed as she immediately connected her lips with mine. Smiling, I lifted her top even higher until my hand felt the curve of her breast. Immediately, I massaged her breast with gentle pressure.

"Is this how our married life will look like?" Hanni asked, now lightly laughing as she opened her eyes slightly to look at me. Smiling, I moved to be above the person of equal height. My knee between her legs, while my left hand never left her breast. Grinning, I looked into her eyes. "Isn't that a bit too far into the future, Ms. Pham?" I asked teasingly as I connected our lips.

I could feel my hairs standing on end as I felt Hanni's hands move from my hips up to my back, carefully following my spine. A shiver ran through my body, causing me to tremble slightly. "I love you, Hanni," I murmured softly against her lips as I now connected our lips into a hungry kiss.

My knee pressed against her center, causing her to gasp. Her nails dug into my back in response, which made me grin. My lips trailed down to her jawline, down to her neck as my tongue grazed her skin before I gently bit her neck, leaving quite an obvious mark.

I wasn't usually allowed to do this, as my girlfriend here was a pretty famous K-Pop idol, and she was constantly swarmed by cameras.

"Y/n," the idol beneath me gasped as her arms wrapped around my neck, one of her hands in my hair. "Stop teasing me. Please," the younger one pleaded, which made me chuckle. I lifted my head from her neck and looked into my beautiful girlfriend's eyes. "Oh, and what about this afternoon when you did it to me?" I asked, causing Hanni to roll her eyes. My fingers were on her already hard nipple.

"Help!"

Startled, I jerked away and immediately moved from Hanni when I noticed Josh, without regard for the wall, slamming the door open and looking at us anxiously. His cheeks were somewhat damp from the tears he had already shed. My mouth opened slightly, and I immediately stood up from the bed and went to him. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned, as my hand rested on his small shoulder.

The flushed Hanni also stood up from the bed, and God, I was glad we hadn't undressed yet...

"T-There's a monster," the little one said fearfully as he took my hand and gestured for me to follow him. I looked questioningly at Hanni, who simply shrugged her shoulders. Together, we went to the room where Josh was trying to sleep. He really gripped my hand tightly.

Anxiously, he pointed to the closet. "There's a monster," the younger one said fearfully. Apparently, he expected us to check it out. Blinking, I looked at the closet for a while, then back at Josh. "You don't need to be afraid, Josh," I said gently, starting to smile encouragingly. I gently ran my hand through his hair. "There's no monster here," I assured the younger one, but it seemed he wasn't satisfied with that.

"Can you... check?"

I immediately looked at Hanni, but my girlfriend shook her head immediately. "Oh no. I've seen enough horror movies to know I'm not looking in there under any circumstances," Hanni said seriously as she took a step backward. I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes immediately.

"Okay. I'll check," I said now and let go of Josh's hand. Almost immediately, he went to Hanni and took her hand. I wasn't sure if she was comforting him or the other way around. I had to laugh a bit.

Quietly, I now went to the closet, feeling my heartbeat quicken. But I couldn't show Josh that I was currently scaring myself. I've watched too many horror movies too!!!

"You see?" I said relieved as I opened the closet door and noticed nothing unusual. "No monster," I added now with a smile on my face as I turned to Josh and Hanni. With my hand, I now pointed to the open closet, causing Josh and Hanni to look into the closet with curious eyes.

Nervously, Josh sniffed once as he wiped away the tears with the sleeve of his pajamas. "Can I... sleep with you?" he asked now as he looked first at me and then at Hanni. He pouted tearfully. Hanni immediately smiled as she gently stroked his head. "Of course," she answered gently.

No! I just wanted a few minutes alone with my girlfriend...

Sighing, I chuckled now as I nodded in agreement. Immediately, Josh smiled, and together we went back to our room. Josh now between Hanni and me as he fell asleep shortly after. He was probably pretty tired from all the playing today. My eyes first on the little one until I looked at my girlfriend. Hanni smiled at me.

"So, if we get married, we'll wait with kids," I said quietly, careful not to accidentally wake Josh. Hanni chuckled softly. "Deal," she replied quietly and gave me a fleeting kiss on the lips. With one last, slightly dissatisfied sigh, I lay down properly and tried to sleep.

But... somehow I liked the thought of it...

Marrying Hanni...

[mysunshinetemptress]

Heart Eyes

Leah Williamson x Reader

Warnings: none

You had been dying to meet Leah’s family from the minute she first started talking about them “there is loads of us and when we get together we are just big and loud and the atmosphere is always amazing and I just love spending that time with them.” You loved it anytime she talked about them it’s what you had always wanted yourself coming from a big loud family yourself, but the want of staying just the pair of you in your nice little bubble had stopped you from meeting her family on numerous occasions until today.

You had been watching the Euros since they kicked off in Manchester at the start of the month but now you where finally here about to enter Wembley and hopefully watch your girlfriend lead her country to a victory they so desperately deserved. You had talked every night about how they had played what they could improve on who you where taking to the next match, mostly going with your friends before she asked you one night in Brighton “if we make, no change that when we make it and we get to play the final in Wembley, my entire family is going to be there aunts uncles cousins grandparents Mum,Dad and Jacob.” You nodded along listening to her intently “I want you with them for it not sat separate like you have been, I want you with my family if we win this thing Y/n because one it’s about time you guys met finally bringing my world together and two because I want all the people I love in the one place.” You smiled at the phone letting it slip that she had just hinted at loving you before speaking up “when you win it darling.” Leah nodded smiling like the Cheshire Cat down the phone at you.

That led you to this moment of walking around the food stalls as the back of the seats looking for your stand before feeling your breath catch in your throat at the sight before you, Wembley Stadium was almost full with still an hour before kick off, it was a sight every person who worked in women’s sport would kill to see, it showed that they had made it through the countless hard times of trying to get people to take them seriously to believe they where just as good as the boys and it was Leah who had helped get them there leading England to it’s dream win “teared up the first time I saw it as well.” You turned looking at the captain of the Swiss team “even if it wasn’t for my team this shows that we are a lot closer to what we wanted then we thought no.” You nodded pulling Lia into a hug “I’m so proud of you Wally you where amazing really.” Lia smiled giving you a squeeze “would haven been better if I had you talking numbers in my ear but I get it girlfriends before everyone else.” You laughed pulling away “it’s easier to read when it doesn’t come to you in three different forms to be translated.” You both laughed Lia understanding that her sending you stats to read in Swiss German, Italian and French was not easy to break down however many times you tried for her. “Who are you waiting on.” You shook your head you had introduced all of the Arsenal girls who had attend the matches to all of your friends you had dragged along to watch and couldn’t help watch their reactions with a smile at the introductions “no one I’m eh.” Lia looked at you confused “well then where are you sotting I can’t believe you came by yourself to the final of all matches.” You shook your head laughing “I’m not going to be alone Wally don’t worry I’m meeting Leah’s family.” Lia looked at you shocked before a smile took over “oh my god today of all days she wants you to meet them I swear she doesn’t think sometimes how do you feel about it.” You smiled “nervous but I can’t wait I’ve wanted to meet them since she first told me about them.” You both stoped talking as a voice interrupted “we have wanted to meet you too since the minute she mentioned your name.” You turned taking in the three people in front of you and the gang that stood behind them realising it was in fact Leah’s family. “Oh your just as gorgeous in person.” You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks begin to redden as you looked at Lia who smiled at the family in front of you both “hi.” You held your hand out to shake “it’s lovely to meet you Mrs Williamson.” Leah’s mum shook her head pulling you into a hug “please call me Amanda darling.” You gave her a squeeze before letting her go and nodding before she turned “this is Jacob Leah’s younger brother.” You went to shake his hand before he pulled you into a hug as well “we finally get to meet instead of over the phone.” You laughed letting him go remembering all of the times he annoyed Leah robbing her phone and talking to you for a few minutes before handing it back. “Yeah finally get to meet my favourite Williamson it’s taken to long.” He laughed before stepping to the side as you looked at Leah’s dad “Y/n.” You let out a shaky breath before reaching out to shake his hand “Mr Williamson, it’s really great to meet you.” You looked at Lia nervously as the older man looked at your hand before breaking out into a smile and pulling you into another hug “it’s nice to finally meet you.” You smiled before stepping back and turning back to the family in front “how are you feeling about today.” You nodded “nervous but excited I’m so proud of her.” Amanda shook her head “no not about the match love about meeting the crazy lot behind us.” You smiled at the group behind Jacobs head “no better time like the present.” You smiled as Amanda grabbed your hand leading you over to crowd of people you spent the 20 minutes getting to know.

Leah sighed entering the pitch getting ready to warm up for the most imp match of her international career, looking around in aww she could have sworn her heart stopped as she watched you laugh with her family her mums arms wrapped around you pulling you into her as everyone looked so relaxed. Her smile seemed to widen as she took in her England jersey Williamson plastered on the back you were right where you belong where she wanted you to be most “oh skipper get your heart eyes out of the stands and on to the pitch.” Leah shoved Mary laughing as they ran a few drills her heart happy at what she saw.

Leah’s cousin Jordan had recently had a baby and wanting to experience this family moment altogether brought her daughter clad in an English jersey and shorts with bright pink ear mufflers to block out the noise. Ellie had been quite content sitting beside you on her Mims lap laughing as you talked to her babble nonsense as well as allowing her to play with your ring and bracelets as you talked to the adults around her. What she didn’t like was the noise or how her sleep was being snatched away by the fierce battle happening on the pitch. You had been on your feet screaming with everyone else when Ella had chipped in a gorgeous goal as well as cheering on Jill as she went after a German player for knocking her down. You had taken Ellie into your arms at the the time the penalty was being checked for a potential handball by none other then your girlfriend, Ellie had been trying to grab your attention placing her hands on your cheeks and babbling “hold on darling I’m watching Le I’ll give you all my attention in a second.” Amanda beamed beside you feeling herself get slightly emotional at the way you had fitted in so well with them all and how you spoke so kindly to Ellie. The match had been tied and was plunged into extra time as you hoped they wouldn’t have to do penalties as the anxiety they cause you just from watching on the couch most definitely would crash into you ten fold but you had been sat quietly praying that the girls scored once more to bring it home cursing yourself quietly as you looked down at the sleeping baby in your arms realising you wouldn’t be able to jump up when it happened, Jordan had offered to take her multiple times but the young girl had cried every time she was taken out of your arms. You regretted the decision when Chloe Kelly had put the ball in the back of the net in over time and had taken off down the pitch jersey seining behind her that didn’t matter when you looked down at Ellie and how content she was just lying there asleep. You slowly raised from the seat hugging Amanda’s side as you all slowly realised this could be it England could win euros with only five minutes left on the clock.

You didn’t jump when the final whistle blew you just bowed your head closing your eyes in relief they had done it the lionesses who had been banned from playing football 50 years ago had done what the boys had been trying to do since Bobby Charlton in 66 only they had never been told they weren’t allowed they had brought it home a major trophy with Englands name on it forever immortalised in history. You sniffed trying not to cry but when you turned looking at Amanda, Jacob and David hugging celebrating Leah the way she deserved you couldn’t help it trying to do it quietly as possible to not wake Ellie “oh Y/n they’ve done it.” You nodded resting your head on Amanda’s shoulder as she pulled you into her side “thank you for coming.” You shook your head “I would have missed this for the world but I’m so happy we got to meet today because I couldn’t imagine celebrating her with anyone else.” Jordan squeezed your shoulder grabbing your attention before you turned looking to the pitch to see Leah approaching you shifted Ellie slightly in order to wave at your girlfriend as she turned to look at you blowing a kiss before you noticed her eyes softening. “I’m going to marry her.” Georgia turned looking at Leah smiling immediately “yeah Le your heart eyes sort of give that away.” Leah shook her head ignoring Georgia “I told her I loved her by mistake I wanted to do it romantically but it sort of just spilled out when we where talking about stats on the phone the other night.” Georgia looked at Leah surprised “but now ready i mean look at her G.” Georgia smiled looking at you before waving beaming happily when you waved back “can I officiate the wedding.” Leah laughed nodding her head before blowing one last kiss to you and walking off to collect her medal.

You had all waited patiently in one of the boxes with the rest of the lionesses families for the girls to come in before you would all head off to celebrate. Jordan had taken Ellie back who was still napping quietly. You had mingled with Leah’s family before spotting Viv and going over and chatting about the season ahead and the short holidays planned before getting back to training. Standing with your back to the door you explained your job and ultimately how you and Leah met to her family “I’m a Statistics analyst for Arsenal.” They all looked at you so confused with what maths had to do with a sport like football “anyone know the movie moneyball.” David piped up clapping his hands together “yeah the one with Brad pit and Chris Pratt.” You nodded your head “basically that movie is a true story on how the Athletics created a baseball team using statistics so they looked at statistics like how fast they through the ball how hard they hit it to see who they wanted to sign from current teams as well as future prospects, my role is kind of the same I look at our current players our academy players and players who are benched that can do more for our team then they are doing sitting on a bench for 90 mins.” They all smiled impressed in your role “so how did that lead to you meeting Leah.” You smiled at the memory “she went wandering around London colony one of the days with Lia Walti who’s stats I was reviewing and discussing with her after her injury they ended up outside my office. Every morning after that she was stood outside every morning with a hot chocolate and that slowly changed to her waiting for me after training and then on the last day of Summer break last season she finally asked me out.” You jumped before relaxing feeling arms wrapping around your waist “and the rest is history darling.” You smiled at her nodding her head before moving forward as you knew her family would want to congratulate her on such a win.

Leah had been making her way around her family talking mostly about the win or you before she stopped watching you sat with her Nan playing with Ellie “oh Le.” Leah turned looking at her mum “hmm.” “She’s absolutely perfect in every way she adores you.” Leah smiled “not as much as I do her.” Amanda smiled squeezing Leah’s shoulder “I think you might have to fight her on being Ellie’s favourite.” Leah laughed “as long as it’s not the other way round and I have to fight Ellie.” Leah turned to her mum gully now “it’s her.” Amanda looked at her eyes softening “I’m going to marry her.” Amanda nodded “I know Bubba.” Leah looked at her mum confused “how.” Amanda laughed turning to look at you interact with the family “your heart eyes love.”

[starkwlkr]

Ruby is such an icon‼️

could you do something where her pre-k does a daddy and daughter dance and Charles takes her shopping for a new dress and ruby helps charles get all ready (like the princess he is)😭😭?

beauty and the beast | charles leclerc

When Y/n got an e-mail from Ruby’s school saying that they were going to have a father daughter dance, the first thing she did was make sure Charles was free of anything F1 related. She then texted Charles a screenshot of the e-mail. Charles was far too excited when he got the message. He started to book nail appointments and asked around with his friends who had kids on which shop had the best dresses for little kids. He truly wanted everything to be perfect. He had even asked Pascale if she could do Ruby’s hair for the dance, which she happily accepted.

“Okay, let’s go Ruby Jules, we only have a week until the dance and we still have to get your dress!” Charles called out from the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m a pretty princess! I’m a pretty princess! I’m a pretty princess!” Ruby sang as she walked down the stairs with her little purse that Charles bought for her.

The father daughter duo went to multiple shops in Monte Carlo and by 2 PM, Ruby had finally found the perfect dress. Before they could continue with finding her shoes, they decided to eat so Charles drove to their favorite restaurant.

“There’s this girl in my class and she says her maman is putting makeup on her for the dance.” Ruby told Charles as they ate their lunch.

“If this is your way of asking if you can put makeup on, the answer is no.” Charles replied.

“But it’s glittery! Maman has pretty lipgloss.”

“You can put a little and that’s it.”

Ruby groaned. “When can I put the rest on?”

“When you’re older.” Charles replied.

“Old like you?” Ruby asked honestly.

“Just eat your food.”

The day before the dance came and Ruby was watching the dancing scene from ‘Beauty and The Beast’. She watched Belle’s movements and copied them exactly. She even wore her favorite pink tutu so she could feel like a princess. She wanted to be like Belle so she searched for a pair of her maman’s heels and put the on her tiny feet.

“See? You have to do it like the Beast! You’re noticing right.” Ruby explained to her papa.

“You’re a better dancer than me, Mon amour. I don’t know how to dance.” Charles admitted.

“Grab my hand and I’ll show you.” Ruby reached out to him.

“If I fall, I’m taking you down with me.”

When Y/n got home from grocery shopping, she found Ruby and Charles on the floor giggling. She found it cute until she saw her heels she wore at her wedding on the floor.

“You look so beautiful, Ruby! Let me take a picture so I can send it to your uncles and aunts. Oh, my sweet girl.” Pascale placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek. She had just finished doing Ruby’s hair.

Ruby smiled at Paascale camera and even did a pose. Pascale then called for Charles, who was just done with his tie, to take a picture with his daughter. The father and daughter smiled as Pascale took multiple pictures.

“Papa, can you stand right there?” Ruby pointed to the spot next to Pascale. “Wait, come here, your hair isn’t pretty enough! It has to be likes this!” She ‘fixed’ his hair like she saw her grand-mère do to him thousands of times before.

“Mon amour, it’s fine. Where do you want me to stand?” Ruby pointed again to where she wanted him.

Charles was confused, but he did was he was told. “Grand-mère, take a picture of me like this please!” Ruby then did a couple poses of her own with her tongue sticking out and holding up a peace sign.

“You sneaky girl.”

“You two look so adorable.” Y/n awed at her family. “Hopefully Mathéo has a mother son dance. Is that a thing? It better be.”

“If not, we can always make one right here,” Charles placed a kiss on Y/n’s lips. “We have to go, don’t wait up, this princess and I are going to party all night.”

In reality, by 9:30 PM, they were both knocked out on the sofa since all the dancing and eating many slices of cake tired them out.

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[int-writersmind]

Potential Customer

Summary: You work at a record store, bored out of your mind, until Peter Parker walks in and catches your eye. Peter Parker x Reader 

*also I wrote this with the Ps4/5 Peter Parker in mind, but honestly it's generic enough to be any Peter.

Genre: Fluff; Flirting

Word Count: 2k+

When you decided to take a job at So-So Records, you thought it would be like that movie Empire Records where every day would be an exciting romp, well hopefully not a potential job-losing-filled-romp. Unfortunately for you it was much more boring.

Your days were mostly filled with dealing with tourists who were kind-hearted but utterly clueless or pretentious audiophiles who would give you their opinions without even asking you. However, for all your big talk you weren’t that knowledgeable when it came to music, you just liked what your liked and were opened to suggestions (from unpretentious, kind customers of course.)

It was a weekday, you couldn’t remember which, since they all seem to blend together when working back-to-back shifts. You were alone, the shop had a few customers idling around. 

You were at the front counter, elbow resting on the check-out counter, head resting on one hand, the other lazily flipping through a catalog. When the front bell rings, your eyes barely flicker upwards. It isn’t until that potential customer who walked through the front door is standing right in front of you do you finally look up.

“Um, hello?” says the Potential Customer.

“Welcome to So-So Records,” you decide to stand up straight and give your full attention to this Potential Customer. Clueless Tourist or Pretentious Audiophile? “Can I help you with anything?”

“Uh, yeah, um,” The Potential Customer, a mid-twenties guy with chocolate brown hair and amber eyes that complemented, reached into his satchel and pulled out a notebook, flipping through the pages. “I’m actually looking for this album? I’ve been to a few other places and had no luck, they all say So-So would be my best chance.”

The Potential Customer, with his slouchy shoulders and tendency to fidget quite often, placed a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing up and down. Your eyes dart from the hand on the back of his neck to the hand that gives you the notebook. Your gaze lingers a little too long on his long, slender fingers. Strange, you know, but sometimes the most attractive parts of a human were really strange. 

You refocus, eyes skimming the paper, on it was a title and artist, your brain flickers with the passing glance of the cover. “Uh, yeah, I…think we have this, follow me.”

You move from behind the desk, taking the notebook in hand, glancing at the words once more. You lead– 

“I’m Peter by the way, I know you didn’t ask, but still…” You glance back, gesturing to your name tag, as you lead Peter down the aisles of various genres of music. “I actually never been to a record store before, didn’t even know they still existed.”

“I was like that too for a while,” You stop at a section where the older music was located, placing the notebook on one section of records. “Gotta thank the hipsters for making it popular again, even though they are some of the most annoying customers.”

“The only memory of records I have is when my Aunt and Uncle used to play some every so often on the weekends.”

You start to flip through the albums, scanning for the right one, “Do they still find time to play some?” 

Peter sighs and leans against a row of records, looking elsewhere, “No, no, my Uncle, actually…passed some time ago...”

You stop for a moment, fingers pausing, you look in his direction. As if he could feel your eyes on him, he looks up at you. His face, neutral with maybe a hint of sadness. Like he was used to saying that a loved one who must have been important in his life was gone, but also still hurt when thinking about him. 

“Apologies.” You say, not completely happy with the response. How many times had he heard that?

“Don’t be,” Peter crosses his arms, smirks a boyish grin that makes him even more appealing. “It made me think of a nice memory that I forgot about, more memories about Uncle Ben will never not be nice.”

You smile as you return back to searching for the record, “Oh, look I found it! That’s surprising.”

Peter moves closer, hovering over your right shoulder to get a better look, You sharply suck in breath, turning your head to look at him. Peter glances at you, and smiles, “That’s great, kind of a shame though.”

“Why?”

“'Cause it means I have to leave now,” You hand him the record and the notebook, to which Peter plucks it from your hand, looking over the front and the back, while moving away from you. You exhale deeply as you follow behind him.

“Who says you have to go? Unless you have somewhere to go?” You finally say.

“I think I can spare some time,” Peter looks down at his pretend watch on his bare wrist, “Are you gonna introduce me to some music that will change my life?”

“Please,” You laugh as the two of you lazily walk down the aisle, “I’m hardly the last person to do so.”

“Don’t you-” 

“Work at a record store? I know, I know, but I like what I like. Sue me if it’s Top 100.”

The two of you stop at the end of the aisle, you standing at one end of a row of records, Peter moving over and doing the same.

“I guess it’s better than getting made fun of for having an old man's taste.”

“Really? You get hate for having a love for the oldies? That’s some bullshit, especially in a place like New York.”

“Well, when you're a nerdy kid with thick glasses and a love of science, it’s not so cool” Peter flicks through the stack, pulling up an album by a band that was huge in the 70s. 

“Hmm, if you like that group,” You flick through some albums on your side, skimming until you land on the second record by a female-led group from around the same time. “How about this?” You model the record, posing with it, flipping it from front to back. “And…it’s on sale.” You move over to the same aisle as Peter, standing close to him like he did to you earlier. 

Peter takes the record from your hand, “I think younger, nerdier me would have loved this.”

“Younger, nerdier, you sounds like he was such a cutie.” You response. 

“Was?”

You shyly smile back, moving away with your hands behind your back. ”

This was grossly unprofessional, what were your intentions with this potential customer? Making a sale or making a move. You push that thought out of your head, if you were making him uncomfortable or pushing it too far, then he wouldn’t be smirking at you like that. That smile that causes a slight flurry of butterflies in your stomach. 

The two of you continue your walk back to the front, the long way of course. Bobbing and weaving through different aisles, many short, some long. Passing through pop–contemporary and classic, and some RnB, ending up at one end of the store, in the rock section. “What were you like in high school?” Peter asks.

“Quiet, mostly,” You lean against the wall and Peter does the same next to you. “Not too popular but I had friends, spent a lot of time with my art and music teachers, focused on doing little stuff like that instead of more fun extracurricular activities.”

“Huh, yeah I get it, I found some time to do some little stuff to distract myself in high school too. Nothing…too exciting.” 

You inch closer to Peter and so does he, to the point where the two of you bump shoulders. “Oh sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Peter says.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The two of you just stare at one another, the hum of whatever record you put on earlier lightly plays in the air. The dry smell of the older, original pressings of albums of the past, filling up the room. 

You dart your eyes downward, quickly, towards his lips, before looking away. God, now this was unprofessional. “Shit, sorry.” You move off the wall, but Peter’s hand on your wrist causes you to turn. His touch wasn’t aggressive, or rough, but gentle and light. Like a feather was tickling the underside of your hand instead of his long, slender fingers. 

Ding-Ding!

Both of your heads turn towards the door, a middle aged couple walk in, wonder in their eyes, cameras slung over their head. Clueless Tourists. You and Peter look at one another, before resigning to the situation and finally making it to the front. You, behind the counter, Peter in front, the two records under his arm.

“Hello, welcome to So-So Records, I’ll be here if you need me.” You say to the newest potential customers, as they give you that polite nod, and split off into the rest of the store. Peter places the records on the table, when all of sudden his phone goes off, he opens it and stares intently at the screen. “Something wrong?”

“No, ah yes, no,” Peter says, his head whipping from his phone to you multiple times. “I-God, I hate to do this but I can’ take these right now–”

“You can always come back.” You take the records from the counter, holding them in your hand.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I close tonight, you can come back later and get them.” You place the records behind you, before looking back nervously. “I mean only if you want, obviously, duh.”

“Duh.” Peter dryly chuckles, glancing once more at his phone. “I really have to leave, but I’ll be back, I promise. It’s a date. I mean, no, not a date, but–”

“I gotcha.” You wink and smile at Peter as he nervously backs up, sneaking in a last look before leaving through the door, with a ding-ding.

God, you can not believe what just happened! Are you some teenage girl whose knees go weak when a semi-attractive guy shoots you a smile? Who’s touch makes your face heat up, even if it’s just shoulders touching, or gentle, kind, fingertips on your wrist?

For the rest of your shift, you did more of the same that you did every day at your job. Helping customers, listening to unsolicited music advice, and a lot of needless flipping through the store’s catalog.

As the day wined down, the sun dipping into the horizon, you made peace with the fact that Peter wasn’t coming back. Whatever, this  is reality not some rom-com where fate will bring the two leads back together at the end.

You also decided to buy your recommendation to Peter as well, you had plenty of copies of it in the store, so if he decides to come back after all, he could get his own copy. 

You pull down the store’s  front gate, squatting down to lock the padlock, pulling it to make sure it was secure, the record under your arm.

“Making away with customers orders I see.”

You turn to face the familiar voice, Peter slightly out of breath, but still as charming as he was this morning. “Potential customer.” You say, standing up, smiling ever just subtly.

“Sorry I’m late,” Peter glances at the closed store, with its darkened lights and gated entrance. “Like really late.”

“Hmm, that’s ok,” You turn to walk down the sidewalk, your head peering over your shoulder, “Walk with me?” 

As you walk down the sidewalk, record held in your arms across your chest, Peter falls in rhythm with you, so close that his hand occasionally grazes your leg. Jokingly you say, “I thought you forgot all about me, wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Oh god no,” Pete dryly chuckles. “The only thing I could think about was you, I-I mean coming back here to pick up the records and uh, and also to see you, I guess.”

“Ah, you guess huh?” 

The two of you wait at a crosswalk, before deciding to jaywalk as there were no cars in sight, you make a turn once you get to the other side, on the block that you lived on.

“I was actually coming to tell you that I no longer need that record actually, the one I came in for. It was for a, uh, a project that quickly evolved to…something else.”

“Ok, I see,” Your head turns to Peter and he does the same, your eyes lock on to one another, his face filled with nerves. “You were gonna come all the way back here to not buy something. That’s a first, I would have preferred ghosting.”

Peter laughs again, shaking his head, “No, no, I was still gonna get the record that you suggested to me. Sounds more up my alley anyway.” You stop in front of your apartment building, with Peter placing his hand on your arm to move out of another couples way. The two of you stand in front of the building's metal gates. “But it seems I have to come back during business hours to do so.”

“Or not.”

Peter raises his eyebrows in confusion, as you reach in your jacket’s pocket for a notebook you always kept. You write down something on the paper, using the pen you stuck in the notebook holder, tearing off the page. You place the paper on top of the record and push it towards him.

“No I can't-”

“I’m not giving it to you.” You say, “I’m lending it to you. Listen to it, listen to it again and then…call me, or text me and let me know how it is.” Peter takes the record and piece of paper from your hands, his fingers brushing yours. “And don’t ghost me, it would be a shame if I never get to see-talk to you again.”

“Yeah…it would be…”

“Goodnight Peter.”

Peter says your name, it makes your heart flutter just for a moment when he does so, ‘“Goodnight.” But the two of you don’t leave, you two just stare at each for a little longer.

Your phone rings and you’re forced to look at it.

“My roommate, she gets antsy if I don’t come home exactly when I say I will.”

“I understand.”

You nod and turn to walk into the building. Before you go through the doors, you glance back to see Peter staring at the piece of paper before looking up at you, that same smirk on his face. 

God, you are so unprofessional.

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can i please request feysands daughter reader who is in a relationship with eris’s son. They’re sneaking around and when eris and the inner circle are away for a meeting in the townhouse she sneaks her in and they makeout. They’re however caught by the whole inner circle + eris. and they literally throw eachother away and act like nothing happened but everyone knows👀😭 nyx knew already and nessians daughter knew too

Kiss Me In The Quiet. (Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Warnings: Making out, a little spicy

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi love! Thank you so much for your request! I actually had a lot of fun with this, and if anyone is interested I would definitely be willing to write more! I appreciate the visit to my inbox, please come again! As always, constructive criticism is welcome <3

“AURELIA,” You yell down the hall to your little sister's room, and you hear her treading footsteps pad to your door before it creaks open. “You have my emerald hair comb, and I need it back for tonight.” She averts her eyes quickly, her grip tightening on the door. 

“I gave it back to you after I borrowed it.” Her cheeks are turning bright red. Your poor little sister has never been able to lie because of her obvious tell. 

Your Uncle Azriel had politely ruled her out of spy work after that. 

You shoot her an incredulous look, and she cracks immediately. “Please just let me wear it for one more night! You don’t even like emeralds!” You roll your eyes and turn to face her from your vanity chair. 

“I do like emeralds. I need it back, Aurelia.” 

“But you never even wear it. You haven’t worn it in years!” 

“That’s completely irrelevant, it's mine, I need it back!” 

“But-” 

“No buts! Get your own if you like it so much!” 

“Sisters!” Your brother bursts into the room, still looking rumpled, even though you and your sister are almost completely ready to leave. “You both have more jewels than you know what to do with. Aurelia, if you want one so bad, I’m sure Mummy and Daddy dearest will get you one for solstice.” He rubs out the crease in his eyebrows, looking so much like your father at that moment that it scares you a bit. You and Aurelia whirl on your brother, now finding a common enemy. 

“Stay out of this Nyx!” You both yell in unison. Your elder brother holds his hands up in surrender, backing up a step from the budding argument. 

“I’m not trying to intervene,” he promises, “But we’re leaving for the townhouse in twenty minutes with or without the both of you.” He sends one final look before exiting the room. Hopefully, to make himself look presentable.

“The comb, Aurelia.” You send your little sister one final look, and she stomps away in a huff, grumbling all the way, but returns the comb to your room. You pin the comb in place, holding back your hair from your face. The beautiful matching emerald green dress hugged your figure. Applying one final touch to your makeup, you were out the door and down the stairs to meet the rest of your family. Your Mother and Father looked like the pinnacle of night-kissed royalty. Your Father always looked at your Mother like she hand strung every star in the sky, it made your heart lurch in your chest and your thoughts cloud with one male. 

One male who you knew for a fact would be at this meeting tonight. 

Taking your father's arm, you appeared in the cozy living room of the townhouse. Your Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian, along with the twins Cassandra and Cordelia, had already arrived. Your other cousin Atlas is also perched on the arm of a loveseat, shadows whispering in his ears. Nyx immediately flocks to your cousins, Aurelia leaves to find your Aunt Elain to discuss a new baking technique, leaving you alone in the center. You spot the High Lord of Autumn in a Burgandy waistcoat. He shakes hands with your Father and presses a kiss to your Mother’s knuckles. His son stood dutifully beside him, copying the actions of his father. His eyes found you a moment later, and bolts of lightning shot through your body. 

Leander Vanserra affected you, and the asshole knew it too. 

His russet curls were brushed back tonight, and you missed the messy waves framing his face, preferably by your doing. You had to move on before the staring contest between the two of became obvious. You needed to escape the trap of his gaze, maybe get something to drink before the fire lit in the pit of your stomach consumed you whole. You just had to wait for the adults to leave for the meeting, and your cousins and siblings just had to get drunk enough to slip away into your corner of the library.

Disappearing into the kitchen you dip into one of your Father’s expensive bottles of whiskey, pouring yourself three fingers worth, and trying not to remind yourself that the color resembled a certain male’s eyes. A warmth appears at your back and steals the glass of bourbon right before it reaches your lips. Strong hands wrap around your waist, and you turn around to find the offender pressing your cup to his lips, downing the drink. 

“That was mine you know.” The hand rubs soothing circles into the curve of your waist. Despite your admonishment, Leander seems perfectly content to crowd your space and steal your drink. 

“You seem to have misplaced it, it couldn’t have found its way into my possession otherwise.” The feline grin that stretches across his face makes you want to kiss him stupid and chase the burning whiskey down his throat. He seems to agree with your sentiment because his amber eyes haven’t left your lips. “Meet me in the library at eleven-thirty. Our parents are returning at midnight.” His voice drops an octave, pouring into your veins like slow-melting sugar. 

“Only thirty minutes, I feel you may be overestimating yourself Vanserra.” He adds to your high with a dark chuckle, hand coming up to gently clasp your jaw. He tilts your head to the side, and the sight of your obedience lights sparks in his eyes. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a sensual promise. 

“Oh Fawn,” he tuts. Just the right amount of condescending to make you melt. He leans down so his lips are level with your ear, his lips brush against you with every word, and you stomp down every shiver threatening to surface. “We both know I can make you fall apart in five.” After that he pulls away completely, draining the rest of your whiskey, and sets the crystal glass face down on the counter. Your eyes track his tongue as he licks the remainder off his lips, he winks at you once before abandoning your heaving form in the kitchen. 

You really needed a glass of whiskey now, maybe the whole fucking bottle, if you were going to get through this night. It was only eleven. You still had half an hour of making nice to do. Walking back into the living room you found Leander sitting enthralled in conversation with your cousin Cordelia.

Two can play at his little game. If you leaned forward a bit, and if his eyes dipped to the neckline of your dress that was none of your business. 

“Where is Pandora tonight?” Cordelia asked with a slight red tinge to her tan cheeks, hulking wings ruffling behind her. You fail to hide your smugness at the way Leander doesn’t even seem to hear her question, too preoccupied with staring at you. Your cousin calls his name again and he glares at you before answering her. 

“Pandora elected to stay with my mother tonight. She was feeling a bit ill.” You don’t fail to miss the way Cordelia’s wings droop at his response, but you have no time to ponder it further as the large grandfather clock chimes once.

It’s eleven thirty. 

You announce to the group that you have to use the restroom and excuse yourself. Making your way to the library, wandering through the stacks you stop infront of a painting to lean against the small table underneath it. It’s quiet in here, with nothing but piles of books surrounding you and the blanket of moonlight streaming through the windows.  It takes five minutes for Leander to appear out of the shadows. 

“Leo,” you whisper. He’s on you in a second, pinning you in place with a searing kiss. His warm hands trace the curves of your body, lifting you in one solid motion onto the table. You get your earlier wish, hands rushing straight to his hair to get a hold of the curls you love so much. He heaves a breath before moving to kiss down your neck. 

“That was a dirty little trick you played in the living room Fawn.” He bites particularly hard at the crook of your shoulder. You thank the Cauldron for your inherited gift of glamouring because that’s sure to leave a mark. 

“Oh, my poor Lion,” he simpers at the nickname just like he always does, melting like candle wax in warm sunlight. You abuse the spot where his neck meets his ear and drawl in a voice like star-flecked silk, “Payback for what you did to me in the kitchen.” He lets out a laugh that dissolves into a moan. 

“It seems I have some apologizing to do,” His voice drops into that low timber again as he skims his hands along the underside of your breasts. 

“I was promised five minutes,” You smile as his hands start to bunch up the bottom of your dress growling at the sheer amount of layers blocking him from his destination. He’s just about to drop down to his knees and give you exactly what you’ve been waiting all evening for. 

And then the door opens. 

You two snap apart with impressive speed, even by fae standards. You pretend to read a book that had been abandoned on the table and Leander feigns looking at the titles on a nearby bookcase. 

“Alright,” Calls your mother's voice, “would the two of you like to explain something?” She raises one eyebrow at you, looking over at your clearly disheveled state. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You turn a page in the book you’re reading, the random words skimming past your eyes. 

“Sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Mother?” 

“Your book is upside down.” You sighed in defeat, closing the book and leaning your back against the wall. Your mother smiles, blue eyes alighting in victory “You owe me twenty gold marks, Rhys.” You shoot her an incredulous look as Eris appears and claps a hand on his son’s shoulder. 

“How did you find out?” Leander winces eyes darting between your parents. 

“It’s not as if the two of you make a conscious effort to hide it.” Your brother’s voice comes booming from the back, “You two practically eye fuck each other every time you’re in the same room.” Atlas smacks him upside the head as Cassandra’s laughter echoes through the library. 

“Can we please just talk about this later?” You feel your cheeks flame in embarrassment as you jump off the table. Your mother escorts you out arm and arm back into the main area of the townhouse.

“We certainly have a lot of talking to do about this later.” You know it will be a long discussion, even worse when your father starts on about inner court politics. Looking at Leander he seems to be getting a similar discussion if Eris’s muttering whispers are anything to go by, but he’s still sending you that sugar-sweet smile. 

You get the feeling in your gut that everything will turn out okay. Just as long as he keeps smiling at you like that.

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A tiny little scene from way further in my trans! Bradley fic - chapter 14/15 o (sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot, we're currently on chapter 5 - featuring Uncle Slider

For context, Bradley came out after a mental breakdown and reunited with Mav and Ice less than two months before this scene. tw: slight misgendering (one slip-up)

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March 2013

It was a big day — Bradley had been asked by Maria to meet someone else from the family as his therapy homework and Uncle Slider was selected as the one to fulfill that assignment. Out of the whole family, it was just him and aunt Sarah that lived in San Diego, and only the two of them knew that, well, that Bradley wanted to be called Bradley now and that he’d come out in the worst circumstances possible.

At least Ice said he did know — he was the one to tell Slider when Bradley moved in with them and he hadn’t said more than he was a little confused but he’s okay when Bradley asked how it went. He still didn’t know if Ice didn’t tell him more because he wanted to protect him or if it was truly all the reaction he had from Slider. He hadn't talked to many people since he came out and even the people he did talk to were strangers who Bradley would usually either never see again or could avoid seeing again. Family seemed like an entirely different category, one that made him freeze and tense with dread.

Hopefully, by the end of the day, he’d still be Bradley’s uncle.

He and Mav had just finished kneading the dough for the ravioli they were making when the front door bell rang. Ice, who was just watching them from the other side of the kitchen island, let his book fall down next to the fruit bowl and walked to the foyer.

Ice and Slider talked in the foyer for a minute, tones too quiet to hear the words, before Bradley heard their footsteps and Slider's voice broke through the door to the corridor, “So, where’s the wayward son?”

Ice sounded a bit exasperated when he replied but Bradley could still hear lightness to his tone as he said, “In the kitchen with Mav."

He tried not to worry. Tried to take it as a good sign and not to have the worst case scenarios flash before his eyes.

He turned away, back to the kitchen island and the entrance, looking at his hands, still covered flour from the dough. He saw Mav's concerned gaze in the corner of his eye, but he only shrugged, trying not to worry him.

It all should be fine. Even if Slider didn't react well to actually seeing Bradley as Bradley, it wasn't going to be the end of the world.

Mav pinched the bridge of his nose, a sigh that could be only directed at Uncle Slider leaving his mouth. Bradley turned around.

First thing that caught his eye was a giant baby blue balloon, floating around Slider's head, the It’s A Boy! text in a darker shade of blue in semi-cursive.

Slider himself didn't look much different than the last time Bradley saw him in 2006, right before he retired from the Navy. He already had grating hair back then, now they were almost completely gray, there were a few more wrinkles around his eyes and he seemed to have lost some muscle from around his shoulders but he still mostly just looked like Bradley's Uncle Slider.

“Hey, kid,” he said, like he had always been. “I didn’t want to come empty handed but Shay is at a conference in LA and she’s the one who chooses gifts usually so… There was a shop next to the girls' school and I thought it would be, you know, fitting.”

Bradley hadn't been in contact with them when Slider and Sarah's second daughter was born — he had only heard about her from Ice, a couple of weeks ago when they tried to catch up on all the family matters he had missed in the years he was away.

“The youngest is six now, isn’t she? Sof, right?”

“Almost seven,” Slider replied, sounding quite proud. “Tells us to call her Sofia now, because she is too big for Sof. Well, unless you’re her Uncle Mav, then you can still call her Sof.”

“What can I say? Kids love me,” Mav quipped, right from behind Bradley.

“That’s because you’re a big kid yourself,” Ice supplied, rolling his eyes.

Now that he wasn't standing right behind Slider, watching him for any wrong moves or words toward Bradley, he had moved back towards the high chair on the other side of the kitchen island.

“He’s as big as a kid you mean,” Slider said, one hand making a little measurement gesture, cutting the air right below his shoulder, where the top of Mav's head would reach.

Bradley couldn't help it — he snorted.

Slider used the moment to step closer, pulling on the balloon's string, and handing it off to Bradley.

“Thanks,” he said. When Slider opened his arms, the same way he used to do whenever he wanted a hug from Bradley, his voice cracked as he added, “I’m covered in flour.”

“Come here anyway,” he told him and Bradley did, stepping into his arms. It had been a while but it also didn't feel any different — Slider was still the only person from their nearby family who was taller than Bradley, still would just wrap his long arms around his back and bring him close enough that he'd be sinking into his chest, put Bradley's face in the crook of his neck and say into the curls behind his ear, “You gave your folks quite a scare.”

“I know,” he whispered into Slider's shoulder.

“Good to have you here with us, buddy, really good,” he said and Bradley tried to soak in the moment, but at the same time not to put his dirty hands on Slider's nice black polo.

“Now, is any of you going to roll the dough for me or are you just going to stand there?”

Bradley let go of Slider, still not completely sure this day wouldn't become a disaster, but a bit more relaxed.

“I thought you finally bought him that pasta machine,” Slider said, mainly toward Ice as he took a step back toward the kitchen island.

“Oh, I did,” Ice said, with an accusatory tone to his voice. “Put it in the back of the cupboard right away and never used it.”

“My mamma didn’t need a fancy pasta cutter, I don’t need it either,” Mav said and it sounded like they'd had that discussion at least a couple of times. “Baby, can you roll the stuffing for me?”

“Yeah, just let me wash my hands again,” he replied, giving Slider one last glance over his shoulder as he moved to the sink.

Mav, satisfied now that Bradley was within his reach, turned to Slider with a glare. “What? If you’re not going to be useful, get out of my kitchen.”

Slider raised his arms and backed out, sitting down next to Ice at the other side of the island. Bradley could feel his eyes on him, following him all the way inside the kitchen but not adding anything.

Mav stepped next to him, bumping their shoulders — or his shoulder and Bradley's elbow, really — and asked close to his face, “You doing okay, baby?”

He turned on the tap, trying to gather his thoughts. “Yeah, I just—”

“I can still kick him out if you want,” Mav offered, way too eager. “In fact, I’ll take great joy in kicking him out.”

“You invited him,” he reminded.

“No, we invited him,” Mav corrected. “If it’s too soon—”

“I can’t live behind closed door forever, as much as I want to,” he noted because that was the truth. The past almost two months now, Bradley'd been seeing his parents and the healthcare professionals that were taking care of him and then almost no one else. At some point, he had to start living again, even if it was scary, being in the world and out and not in the safety of his parents house. Most of the time, he still felt a bit like a fraud, calling himself Bradley, telling people to use he and him when talking about, that he was guy — almost like he didn't deserve it until he looked the way people expected him to look.

“I know,” Mav said and he didn't seem any happier about it than Bradley, his eyebrows creasing as his hand reached to caress Bradley's cheek gently — he had flour on his hands, too. “I wish I could make the world a better place for you.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

“Promise I’ll kick him out if he says anything,” Mav added, giving his cheekbone a last swap with his thumb and then putting his hands under the running tap.

“I’m pretty sure that if he does, Pops is going to be the one who’d kick him out,” he noted.

They were both standing around, watching their interactions like guard dogs, ready to bite at any slide of hand, and Bradley felt almost okay with it.

Bradley washed his hands and dried it off on the nearby towel. Mav sent him a wink before stepping away, bending down to find the rolling pin somewhere in the mess of their corner cabinet.

Slider called out, louder than he'd been talking to Ice. “Hey, is there a chance you made enough that I won’t have to think what to make for dinner for the kids?”

Ice sounded exasperated again, shaking his head at him and Bradley smiled as he said, “You just came here to steal our food again, didn’t you?”

“Told you a hundred times, brother, cooking well is his only good quality, I might as well milk it.”

Bradley shook his head at the familiarity of the whole moment and said, “You’re in luck this time — we’ve already frozen the first batch.”

“Don’t let him win, buddy,” Ice quipped.

Bradley pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie, taking out the bowl with the spinach and ricotta filling out of the fridge. As he carried it to the counter, the free space on the shelf below the kitchen island, right next to the ravioli dough, he felt watched again. He tried not to pay attention to it, but Slider was suspiciously silent, eyes scrolling over Bradley's mostly flat chest, clad in a binder invisible under his hoodie, and going up to Bradley's military-regulation short hair. He'd been looking like that the past few weeks every day but suddenly, it felt inadequate.

“Since when do you like Dallas Cowboys, kid?”

Bradley didn't have to look down to remember what he was wearing — the blue Dallas Cowboys hoodie he stole from Jake when he left Lemoore. Bradley didn't know shit about football but he used to go to NFL games with Jake whenever Dallas Cowboys were playing and they were in the area, it was Jake's team and Bradley would always wear one of his t-shirt or sweatshirts to blend in with the crowd and, well, because Jake liked when Bradley wore his clothes and Bradley like to wear his clothes. The past four months, the hoodie had been a source of comfort in the situations that made him nervous, used almost as often as the blanket hoodie Mav bought him in high school.

He wasn't about to tell them he missed Jake or who Jake was or anything else. "Can't I just like football?"

“I thought you were a basketball kinda girl—boy—guy—Shit.” It was clumsy but Bradley would give him points for trying. When Ice elbowed Slider into his side, he added sheepishly, “Sorry, Brad.”

“Please don’t call me Brad.”

“Sorry,” Slider repeated, scratching the back of his neck. “I thought it was Bradley now.”

“It is,” he said. “I’m just trying to avoid all the Brad Brad jokes that will come with it.”

“Yeah, you did make your life harder with that name change,” he said and just as he finished the sentence Mav and Ice turned toward him again, glaring. “I meant—”

“I know what you meant, relax,” Bradley told him, somehow feeling the tension oozing out of him now that the first slip had been made. “Mav said my parents had it chosen for a boy, so…”

“That does sound like something Goose would choose,” Slider said, slowly, and Bradley almost laughed at how hard he was trying to avoid his usual speak-before-think mode. “You can always go by your second name. Plenty of people do.”

Yeah, that was not happening. “I think I will just stick with Bradley.”

“By the way, Ron would make a great middle name,” he added. Ice elbowed him again but he didn't seem to mind too much and honestly, Bradley didn't mind the turn conversation had taken — it was all good-natured and so casual that it had almost calmed down most of his nerves. "Simple, traditional, can't be confused with a female name, what's not to like?"

Mav huffed. “Kerner, don’t even try—”

“What? He had a second name before,” Slider cut in.

“The paperwork is done already, anyway, so you’re a bit late,” Ice pointed out.

Mac turned to him this time, frowning. “It is?”

“Ice took me to the courthouse this week, after—after the session,” he admitted. Ice went with him inside and did most of the talking with the court clerk when Bradley couldn't reply to the simple what is the petition you need for question without spilling his whole life history. “I filed the petition.”

“I don’t think we chose a middle name, did we? Did you put one down?”

“I did,” he admitted, not elaborating and hoping they would leave it at that.

He concentrated on taking out the ravioli filling and scooping it into balls

“What is then?”

He only glanced at Ice shortly but that was enough for them to realize.

“Oh,” Uncle Slider only said before his typical shit-eating grin made its place on his face.

Mav didn’t say anything but he stepped closer toward Bradley, his close presence more than words.

Ice didn’t move even a millimeter. He bit down on lip, blinking the wetness out of his eyes and asked quietly, “You went with—with Tom?”

“Thomas,” he corrected, just barely hearable. "It's Bradley Thomas Bradshaw now. Or will, when the petition goes through."

"It's a good one, baby," Mav said, giving his shoulder an approving rub, eyes a bit watery. 

“Not as good of a choice as Ron, but I supposed you can live with it,” Slider said and just like that, Mav turned to him and tried to hit him with the rag he was holding — he dodged last minute and Mav tried to hit him again, basically crawling over the kitchen island, until Bradley started laughing at them.

Ice was still looking at him, though, still speechless but with the corners of his lips quivering now.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 7. brb x oc

a/n: You know I promised myself the sequel wouldn't be as fluffy and yet here we are

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, FLUFF MY GOD FLUFF I HAVE CAVITIES!!!!!!!!

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They arrived home early after spending the weekend with her uncle, aunt and cousins at Roberto’s brand new yacht and enjoying a lovely seafood dinner. It was sad to leave Palermo because even if they did do a lot of things, it still felt there was more to be done, more places to visit, more experiences to have. 

 They both agreed they needed to go again in the near future, hopefully spend more time there too. They both thanked the Uber driver when he left them at their doorstep, the sun finally breaking on the horizon with the shades of purples turning into pinks and reds as the morning finally began. Beatrice inhaled deeply, closing her eyes with a smile “I loved Palermo, I’m not going to lie, but I’m glad to be back home.”

 

Rooster laughs in agreement, pulling the keys out of his back pocket to unlock the door “I know what you mean, I would’ve liked to stay but at the same time,” the door is pushed open and he steps back to let her walk in first “I missed our house.” Beatrice walks in and rolls her suitcase on the hallway, the sound of Michael's snoring from the guest room making her smile as she gestures to the second floor “I hear it.” He says with his eyes traveling upwards. That is until he looks around with confusion “Where’s Jojo? I thought she’d come rushing over.”

 

Beatrice hummed, looking around the living room in hopes to see her but she couldn’t “Well the backyards doors are closed, she’s not out there. Maybe she’s hidden in the laundry room.” She suggests, grabbing her suitcase handle “Let’s just take these upstairs, just for safety.” As in ‘let’s not leave it here or Michael is going to trip and fall because he doesn’t pay attention’.

 

She peeks at her snoring brother in the guest room for a quick second, seeing the covers are all over the floor and his face is hidden in the pillow. Beatrice just smiles, turning the light in their room only to hear a continuous thumping coming from the bed. Jolene was on the bed, something she never did before, with her eyes almost watering and body shaking with excitement “Oh my Gosh, hi baby!” She coos quietly, crouching to the ground and letting Jolene rush forward, almost making Beatrice lose her balance.

 

Jolene didn’t know who to go first, running between Rooster and Bea with a velocity that could break the sound barrier, soft whining breaking from her throat until she finally leapt on Rooster’s lap, letting the pilot scratch her ribs and tummy while she licked his face, “I missed you too, Jojo.” they both tried to keep their voices down so they wouldn’t wake Michael up, letting Jolene run about and bring her sock monkey to them with her tail wagging, “Yeah, we missed you a lot Jojo, we did.”

 

The pittie whined again, zooming inside the room before launching herself on their bed, “I think she missed us more than we thought.” Beatrice whispered, patting her dog’s head, “She never jumps on beds, she probably wanted our scent close by, poor baby.” 

 

Beatrice stood to her feet, groaning quietly as she stretched her arms, looking back at him, “That was really good wasn’t it?”

 

“It was great.” he agreed, “Do you want to surprise Michael by preparing breakfast and scaring him?”

 

Beatrice’s smile widened, “I like that idea.” she giggles, pulling her hair out of her ponytail to run her fingers through it, “I am a bit tired but we can nap later, right?” He agrees, stepping closer to her to kiss her forehead before they walk out again, Jolene following just as quietly, almost as if she knew they didn’t want to wake Michael up.

 

Beatrice surveyed the kitchen knowing very well her brother didn’t cook anything beyond instant ramen so she wasn’t surprised to see the kitchen looking absolutely pristine. She smiles, turning on the light to grab cups from the cabinet, hearing her brother’s snoring get even louder from above them. “You know,” she begins as she grabs the coffee maker, “I think our honeymoon was pretty fun.”

 

“It was pretty fun.” he says with a smile, opening the fridge to check inside “Your brother went grocery shopping for us.”

 

“Of course he did, he always does that. I might prepare him waffles since he was so nice like that.”

 

Rooster grins, grabbing the egg carton and milk, closing the door with his hip, “I can prepare something if you want.” he says, but Beatrice just gives him a small smile and kisses his cheek, reassuring him he doesn’t have to, “Fine, then I’ll just stay nearby in case you need hel

“I’d like that.” she giggles, turning the coffee maker on and grabbing a bowl to prepare her brother’s waffles. They stood in the kitchen chatting quietly with Jolene never leaving their side, in fact she was lying right next to them and always followed their steps when they walked away from her.

 

Bradley took his time to watch Beatrice from the corner of his eye, smiling to himself at how happy she looked. She looked a bit more tanned and he could see the bikini lines peeking from under the collar of her shirt, her freckles a bit more prominent because of the sunbathing in the Palermo sun and he couldn’t fall for her even more, “You look beautiful.” he says and this time she doesn’t seem that surprised, her cheeks flush up but she smiles up at him, “You really do.”

 

“You look really handsome too.” she whispers, scooting closer to him to kiss his jawline, “Hard to think you can be even more handsome than normal, but alas.” They laughed quietly, the honeymoon stage was still in full bloom and they were both enjoying it. He was going back to work tomorrow and he hoped it’d take a long time for him to get deployed again - he didn’t know if that was possible but he hoped so - so they could have more time together.

 

He recalled something her uncle told him when they were back at his house and out on the balcony but away from the others. Roberto looked at him deep in the eyes, placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, “You are good for her, ragazzo. You make our little tesoro very happy, never doubt that.”

 

He reassured her uncle that he didn’t doubt it, instead he never believed something so much because she made him happy too. Extremely happy. 

 

With their married life not ‘officially’ happening, he didn’t think it’d be that different from their dating life. They’ve lived together for a while now, therefore there isn’t much to change, right? That is unless you consider the kids aspect they talked about months ago and before returning to Cali.

 

-

 

“So, you know how we have that empty room close to ours?”

 

They were walking back to the hotel with gelatos in their hands - hazelnut chocolate for him and almond caramel for her - , licking the side of his hand when some of the cold treat slid down, “Yeah?”

 

Beatrice taps the side of her up with the colorful spoon, chewing her lower lip, “...there could be a baby room there…maybe? I mean it’s a thought…” he just watches her with his brow up “M-Maybe, hah, maybe We should have the baby first! Maybe I shouldn’t talk so much, maybe—“ she makes a noise in her throat, akin to desperation and awkwardness, before scooping a big spoonful of gelato and shoving it into her mouth, so much her cheeks stuffed and she avoided her husband's eyes. 

 

Bradley laughs quietly, stepping close to her so his hand was on her waist “I think it’s better to have it ready for the baby don’t you think?” Beatrice swallowed the gelato slowly and hissed when she undoubtedly had a brain freeze from shoving so much into her mouth “We’ve talked about children before Bea.”

 

“I know…” she mutters “But, I don’t know?? You know?” 

 

He did not know.

 

Beatrice sighs, rubbing a hand over her face “It’s just, I mean…I— I want it, of course I do but I don’t want to get over excited? Does that make sense?” She groans “Because, okay, I have to- okay.” She stops them in the middle of the sidewalk, staying close to a wall so the other people walking around could pass without being interrupted “I have something to tell you.” His eyes immediately widened “I-I’m not pregnant! But…um… how do I say this…”

 

He leans his shoulder against the wall and gets more of his gelato as she tries to explain “Okay, so…ugh…so before the wedding…do you remember how I visited my aunt?”

 

“I do.”

 

“Yes well,I…” she frowns, chewing her lower lip “I wanted to ask her more than her input on my cousins coming…you see I…” all she hoped was that he didn’t think she was absolutely batshit crazy. “There’s this thing in my family, apparently,that we— I mean the ones that give birth can hear…their future children,” he stops eating them, furrowing his eyebrows “…and I kind of…was…? Hearing it? A few months back?”

 

Bradley immediately stops and holds a hand up, clenching his eyes “Hold on, wait, you are saying that you…heard our future child even it not being here?”

 

Was that reaction expected? Yes but she didn’t know how to go from there so she chose the awkward quiet laughter “Oh, haha, yeah, c-crazy isn’t it? It’s crazy, it’s probably a joke! We should just go back-“

 

He holds her wrist when she tries to walk past him to the hotel, keeping her in place. Beatrice just looks up at him guiltily, then avoids his gaze in the same second “Gorgeous, look at me,” his eyebrows rise up to his hairline and he leans closer when Beatrice slowly looks back “Is that true?” He felt crazy for asking but he felt like he should do it, he felt like he had to know. Beatrice hesitated but nodded, still chewing her lower lip “…holy shit.”

 

“I-I know.”

 

“And you are sure you aren’t pregnant?”  Beatrice nods again, saying she was keeping track ever since she stopped the birth control shots “…okay. Okay. So…what does that mean exactly?”

 

“Well according to my aunt it means the baby wants to uh…say hi in a way. Kind of let us know it’s coming?” 

 

Bradley stares at her with his eyes blinking quickly, then let’s go of her wrist to rub his forehead. She felt so guilty, what if he thinks she’s just making it up to speed the process? Even if he said so it doesn’t mean he wants a baby now, they had to plan it and what if he thought it was an excuse of some sort? She shouldn’t have brought it up she really shouldn’t- “That is kinda crazy but…I…” he laughs softly “I mean, I don’t know it’s also really cool.”

 

She stares at him like he grew three heads “Wait, really?”

 

“Yeah, really. Knowing our future child is trying to…talk to us in some way is a bit exciting isn’t it?” He shrugs with a grin “Plus, I mean, what parents wouldn’t like to have that sort of news? I think it’s something to be cherished, don’t you?”

 

Beatrice only looked at him,gawking, not believing his words but also understanding that this was Rooster and Rooster was probably the most open minded person she had ever met. Beatrice could only gawk at him a bit more, then blink back the surprise and smile at him, “...Really?”

 

He chuckles, giving her an ‘are you serious?’ look, “Yeah, baby, it’s not…the usual thing but I’m not freaked out…well,maybe a little but not enough to consider this crazy.”

 

“Really?”

 

The repeated question made him smile even more, approaching her to wrap his arms around her waist, leaning down to kiss her forehead, ‘Yes, really, Bea. Maybe the little Bradshaw is just eager to show up.” and his eyes shone when he said Little Bradshaw. Honestly it was almost unreal to hear that, but her soft laugh only made him laugh with her, “So…who knows, huh? Did you aunt tell you when…?”

 

“Oh um…not really? She said soon.” she shrugs, “I-I don’t know when though,Roos. Are you sure you don’t find it creepy?” she had to make sure, “Because well,I–”

 

“I think it’s kinda awesome to be honest. I am a bit freaked out but in the good sense…and well, if that means there’s someone coming maybe…it means we should keep trying to make them come faster, huh?”

 

Beatrice’s cheeks heated up but she agreed while biting her lower lip, “I wouldn’t mind that.”

 

-

 

Steps coming from the staircase made the two of them look up from their coffee mugs to see a zombified Michael slowly making his way down wearing a white tank top and sleeping shorts with guitars on them - and fuzzy monster slippers - his hair a complete mess and he didn’t seem to understand why the lights were on, “Jojo…” he croaks and the pittie looks up from her bowl, “Did you turn on the lights?” he steps into the kitchen, not seeing his sister and brother in law seated on the table having their breakfast, “Do pitbulls do that? Are you that smart?”

 

“Hi Michael-”

 

“Jesus!” her brother tumbled back with his eyes widening immediately when he took notice of the two sipping their coffee, smiling at him, “What-who–wait, how did you two???” he looks at the clock on their wall, “I thought you guys were coming in the afternoon?”

 

“I told you we were coming earlier,Mike.” she says sweetly, furrowing her brows at her brother’s bags under his eyes, “Are you okay? You look really tired.” 

 

“Uh…no, no I’m fine.” he runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips trying to wake up the best he could only to remain confused, “Wait, today is monday?” a noise of agreement from both of them, “What the hell…”

 

Beatrice takes her brother’s confusion as because he slept late, probably watching a show he liked and didn't notice it until he was passed out on the couch. She stands up, picking a plate from the counter and holding it up to him, “I made you waffles.”

 

“Wha?” Michael’s bleary gaze slowly turned to the plate, holding it with both hands, his brain trying to understand what it was, not connecting the dots that his sister and brother in law were already back and made him breakfast. “...oh…thanks?”

 

“You are welcome.” she giggles, ‘You look really tired, was it a long week?”

 

Michael blinked hard, then let out a quiet chuckle, “Hah, uh, yeah you can say that.” he shifted his eyes to Jolene who just wagged her tail happily, “But glad you two are back, how was the honeymoon? Spare me the romantic details though.”

 

“It was great.” Bradley replied instead of Beatrice, tipping his mug to his lips and sipping the black coffee, “We visited a lot of places, ate a lot of food, had a yacht ride with your uncle.” Michael stopped pouring the syrup on top of his waffles to furrow his brows at the pilot, “Yeah, he got himself a yacht.”

 

He turns to his sister for confirmation, then blinks hard when she nods, “Dad is going to love to know about that.” he jokes, “But uh, anyway, thanks for the waffles lovebirds but I–” he turns to the clock again, “I’m going to be late so I’ll just shove this inside a container of some sort and change as fast as I can and then get out.” he proceeds to take the plate out of the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone in there, only to pop his head back in, “Glad to see you two back.” then disappears.

 

Beatrice just smiles, sighing happily into her mug as she turns to Rooster who leans back on his seat making space for her to sit on his lap, which she does immediately while balancing the coffee mug on her grasp, “He’ll be fine.” she says once she settles down, “He’s just going to wake up later.”

 

“Hah, fair enough.” his chin is propped on her shoulder so his eyes are directly focused on her profile, his cheeks flexing into a grin and Beatrice could feel the subtle movement, turning her head towards him as she sipped her coffee, “I think the baby will look like you.”

 

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red immediately, “...Yeah?”

 

“I think so, they’ll have your nose and your eyes.” he begins, “You know that green and blue eyes are dominant features, right?”

 

“I might’ve heard something about that.” she giggles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I think the baby will look like you though. I think…they’ll have your eyes as well and your chin.” she gently rubs his chin for emphasis, then slides her hand to his cheek, cupping his cheekbone while brushing her thumb under his eyelid “...Or maybe, they’ll just be a mix of both.”

 

“That could happen.” he smiles, “I’ll love them either way, you know that.”

 

Beatrice’s chest swarmed with butterflies, so much that she inhaled deeply, her eyes shining as she took in his words, “I know, Roos.” she whispers, “...I have a confession to make.”

 

“Another one?”

 

Beatrice lets out another laugh, placing the mug down on the table - and then the two of them tossed a ‘bye!’ to Michael when he announced he was leaving - “You know,Eliza is an only child, she never had a sister.” she explains and Rooster stares at her for a little while longer, his eyebrows furrowing as to why she’d bring that up now.

 

Until he suddenly recalls that time they entered the shop and they bought the duck onesie. “Oh…ohhh…wait but then-”

 

“I was freaking out,” she confesses, clearly ashamed, “I…well,I- okay, so I was looking at this bridal store and then you came out and I got scared!! And I just blind guided you away and we…got to that shop and yeah…’ she wrings her hands together with a small smile, “Your wife is kinda weird.”

 

She tries putting herself down with humor, but he just looks at her with a small frown, “You aren’t weird.” she smiles a bit more, still embarrassed, “Baby, you have to stop calling yourself those names. You are anything but that.” God bless his patience, she thinks “Now…for the baby thing…well, I mean it’s surprising…but weirdly endearing too.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

He laughs quietly, shrugging, “Yeah, it was all a sign I guess. Considering one year later we’d be married.” he kisses her shoulder, “You worry too much sometimes.”

 

“I do Roos, I’m sorry.”

 

“Nah, don’t be.” he chuckles, kissing her shoulder again, “It can be really cute.”

 

Beatrice’s smile widens and her cheeks turn red, “...I still have it.” she whispers, earning a confused smile from her husband, “The onesie. I still have it.”

 

Silence follows and Bradley has to inhale deeply when she says it, “You kept it?” Beatrice nods, “Really?”

 

“I-It’s in my art room,” alongside the painting she still hadn’t finished and honestly she hopes she finishes it soon, “I just…well, I couldn’t really– I didn’t want to let it go if it makes sense?” maybe because she knew all along what would happen. Maybe it was a sixth sense situation that made her stop, “I mean, I guess…”

 

Rooster just smiled more, his eyes were so filled with adoration and love he didn’t know how else to react. “You are just incredible.” he whispers with a soft shake of his head, “You are just– God I love you.”he cups her cheeks with his hand and kisses her lips repeatedly, “You are too fucking cute, my God!” Beatrice laughs against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and adjusting herself on his lap, “Never fuckin’ change, Bea. I swear.”

 

Beatrice’s cheeks turn even redder as if it was possible and she presses her forehead to his once he lets her lips go, “I don’t plan to.” she giggles, “So um…well, I guess we can save that for a little while longer huh?”

 

“Absolutely.” he replies, “...want to try for babies now?”

 

“Rooster!”

 

“What? There’s only us here,” he turns to where Jolene is happily sleeping on the corner of the kitchen, “And Jojo and your brother isn’t coming back until much later so…maaaybe…” he trails his fingers up her thigh, right where her shorts began, gently playing with the seam but he immediately stops when he tries to hold back a yawn and fails miserably.

 

The domino effect hits Beatrice, who in turn yawns without trying to hold it back with tears beading on her eyes as she hums, “...maybe we should sleep first.” she murmurs, “I don’t think the coffee helped us at all.”

 

“No,” his mouth parts and the sleepy sound comes out without issues this time, “Fuck you are right, we better take a nap at least…and then worry about babies later.” She laughs sleepily, sliding out of his lap and taking their mugs and plates to the sink, returning to his side with her hand held out towards him so they could go up the stairs. He grabs her much smaller hand in his, kissing the back of it and leaving the kitchen.

[mareenavee]

If Anyone Can Do This, It’s You

For the prompt: Riverwood Thank you to @kookaburra1701 for your amazing Calder in your fic universe!!! I NEEDED to write a pining Good Bean Nord after all you've shared! Hadvar was the perfect candidate. Thank you to @changelingsandothernonsense also for ALL the word sprints and for helping me keep my spirits up in the middle of a hurricane of chaos. This is for you guys <3

This is an AU where we answer the question: What if Nyenna and Hadvar traveled together to Whiterun, and then went on to Solitude to join the War effort?

Main Fic Universe is Dragonborn & Far-Star Marked and its prequel series is The Heart of the World. Caught up on The World on Our Shoulders and want to read more AU situations? Check out the series If Only Time Changed Its Mind or Take My Hand, Erase the Past Forever.

Without further ado:

If Anyone Can Do This, It’s You

Riverwood was peaceful, despite the raging chaos of Helgen burning in the distance, and the giant black dragon that had flown off over the mountains only hours ago. It was ridiculous, come to think of it, that things could still be so idyllic. That the river still flowed with water and not blood and fire seemed like some kind of illusion. Or miracle.

Hadvar held Nyenna’s hands in his own. He’d closed her fingers around a pouch of gold that his aunt and uncle had given him for her. She was meant to go to Whiterun, to tell the Jarl about the dragon—but he was having misgivings about sending her off alone. There was something different about her that he couldn’t quite place. The way she’d fought that bear in the cave, it was as if she’d become someone else entirely. It was like all fear melted from her as she aimed that borrowed bow. He knew Bosmeri folk were generally trained to be archers, but she’d said otherwise. That she’d been sheltered and could still do that was incredible.

“Nyenna,” Hadvar started, unsure exactly what he wanted to say. What would all this accomplish, asking her to stay with him? Would she take it the wrong way? They’d just survived a brush with death, after all. But it wasn’t exactly like that…was it? He cleared his throat. “What if we go to Solitude instead?”

She looked up at him, orange eyes almost startled. “Didn’t you say I should go to Whiterun?”

“Ah yes, but…you could join the Legion. Maybe do some real good once you’ve gotten in some training, what with the War going on.” It wasn’t exactly what he meant to say. It was more that he didn’t want her to go. She had a strange pull to her. He hated reading, normally, but being around her reminded him of the kind of book that draws you right into the story so much so that you forget reality for a moment.

“I am no soldier,” she said, pushing a stray silver curl back behind her ear. “That, and who is going to get word to Jarl Balgruuf if not me?”

“We can go together, then take a carriage to Solitude. Hopefully General Tullius made it out of Helgen just fine. If not, there’s contingencies, and I’ll need to be debriefed before I get sent on my next mission. And you can enlist, then begin your training.” Hadvar let go of her hands and folded his arms over his chest. The coins in the pouch he’d given her clinked together, the only noise in the silence as she thought about her answer.

“Do you really think I can make a difference like that? That I am…good enough to be a soldier?” Nyenna asked. Her voice was so soft. She still looked baffled.

“Of course you are!” Hadvar said, perhaps too quickly. He felt his face flush and closed his eyes for the barest second. He heard Nyenna chuckle which only made him even more embarrassed. He let out a sigh. “I mean, yes. You’ve already got skill. All you need is training.”

Nyenna nodded and tucked the bag of coins in her bag. “Alright. The worst that can happen is they turn me away, right?”  -> Read the rest on AO3.

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Curse Killing Chapter 11

It's late in the arc, but we finally have the supernatural and creepy elements that the series is known for.

Keiichi goes back to school and everyone is talking about him being at the festival with them. Keiichi is understandably freaked out. I have my own ideas that I'll save for the spoiler discussion.

Instead I just want to talk about the art design during that scene. I said Karin Suzuragi can draw non-human eyes and Yutori Houjyou draws unhuman eyes. But Jiro Suzuki was able to take the creepiness to a far greater level here. They were able to draw eyes that are just not human. When I look at Mion and Rena, my brain tells me these are not human beings at all.

And now that I think of it, every time things get weird, it's always Rena and Mion who start making creepy faces. Rika is also saying Keiichi was at the festival but there's nothing unnerving about her in this scene.

And with the scene at Irie clinic, again the main things I want to discuss are spoilers.

Aside from that, I do want to mention that Keiichi and Irie had promised each other to do what they can to make sure Satoko is happy. So Irie is the only person Keiichi can feel safe opening up to about murdering Teppei. And Irie gives him the affirmation he needed to know that he did the right thing.

But that is short lived when Keiichi overhears Irie planning to sedate Keiichi.

As this chapter progresses, it feels more and more as if everything last chapter was just a delusion. Keiichi's friends are telling him he went to the festival with him. Irie is trying to explain what's going on only to believe Keiichi is going insane. And then we have Keiichi trying to dig up the body only to find there's no body.

He's becoming more and more deranged and irrational.

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Spoiler Discussion

I don't think the story ever explains what happened to Teppei's body so I'll just give some of my own ideas.

At this point, all of Keiichi's friends likely know why he wasn't at the festival. He's previously asked Mion if she can arrange Teppei's murder so she knows he wants the man dead. And similar to the last arcs, Keiichi is behaving similar to Satoshi before he disappeared. They probably think Satoshi murdered his aunt, and concluded Keiichi missed the festival because he was murdering Teppei.

When Keiichi asked Mion to kill Teppei, he promised he'd make an alibi to protect her. And I think Mion is trying to return the favor. She and the others came up with a series of stories to give Keiichi an alibi for the murder and they may have even roped some of the elders like Kimiyoshi in on it.

And since Keiichi was late to school, Mion and the others could have caught the other kids up on the plan.

Meanwhile, Mion would have gotten someone to find and move the body somewhere it won't be found. The Sonozaki manor has an underground system and there are remains of someone killed at least a decade ago. Mion knows where to hide a body so it won't be found.

If Keiichi had gone with Mion and Rena to the garbage site, would they have caught him up on the plan?

As for Satoko, Keiichi is not the only one going crazy. Even if Teppei is gone, Satoko is in a state where she sees Teppei even if he isn't there and no one can actually tell her he's dead because they're trying to give Keiichi an alibi.

And Irie was likely having deja vu talking to Keiichi. Irie was with Satoshi when he talked about his aunt being gone only to see her everywhere he looked. And now Keiichi is similarly talking about Satoko's uncle being gone only for him to believe the man is still alive.

To the observant reader, this chapter could help recontextualize the entirety of Abducted by Demons. This arc isn't hiding the fact that Keiichi is going insane and we're seeing him panicking and seeing his friends making distorted faces and distrusting everyone around him because of it. Kinda like what happened in Abducted by Demons. Hopefully a new reader would look at what's happening here and think "Was Keiichi just going crazy in the first arc?"

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[yourkimjaejin]

Graduation

One more mean!Taeyong post before I post the long awaited conclusion to Taeyong and Moxy's animosity!! I hope you guys enjoy this. Have a good day! ~Author Izzy

Legend - February 8th, 2018

Today was the day, Graduation. 

It hadn’t been easy, switching schools but it was worth it. Moxy reached a dream she didn’t know she had. She became an NCT member, debuting in 127 a year and a month to the day. It’s been a bumpy road and the future didn’t look brighter but the Chicago native  put those thoughts out of her mind for the day. 

The rest of her life started today. No more getting up early for class. No more leaving early for practice or schedules. No more yellow uniforms. No more tests, exams or homework. No more anything related to school (Unless she chose to continue her education by taking college courses here or there). Moxy was gonna have nothing else to focus on but moving forward with her career. Hopefully the boys of 127 would lighten up. Maybe they’d actually become a real team before the year was out. 

Standing around with her friends Moxy kept glancing around every few minutes, trying to spot someone. Her Grandparents, Aunt, Uncle and some of her cousins were sequestered in a corner to themselves, preparing to facetime Moxy’s family in Chicago so they could see the ceremony. But that's not everyone she invited. Johnny and Doyoung had promised to come and ever since, Moxy spent every moment talking up her oppas to her grandmother. 

Moxy couldn’t wait to introduce them which is how we got here. Her group of friends shared an amused look every time their friend looked over her shoulder to locate her bandmates. The search had to be put on pause when their school called for the students to take their seats. During the speeches, Moxy kept peeking over her shoulder, apologizing to anyone she was disturbing until she noticed red hair towards the back. Turning all the way around Moxy’s eyes met Johnny’s. Furiously she waved until Johnny noticed. Seeing her, he turned around catching Doyoung's attention and they both waved back. Finally, she  could relax. 

What she didn’t notice was the four other heads behind them. 

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Once the Graduation was over, Students left the gym with parents or friends. Some stuck around like Moxy. She stood with her family waiting for Johnny and Doyoung to walk over. Moxy for a moment was distracted by the tears from her mom and dad. She missed them, separated by many miles, it was nice to celebrate this milestone with them. Even over the phone. 

“So where are the infamous Johnny and Doyoung oppa you keep talking about?? If I didn't know any better, I’d think you have a crush on them.” Grandma Jin ruffled her granddaughter's hair. Moxy was horrified at her grandma’s assumption. 

“Eww!! They're like my older brother's halmeoni!” Moxy adjusted her hair back in place, “Anyway, they should be around……” Moxy trailed off. Suddenly, her bright eyes dimmed. 

In the most awkward car ride ever, SM shuttled Mark and Moxy to their graduation together. They both didn’t talk except to see if the other knew if their members were coming. Moxy knew of the NCT traditional photo for graduations. Even though the group wasn’t close with their female member, Secretly she hoped to get hoisted on Johnny's shoulders for a picture. It would have been fake but maybe later it would’ve been a funny memory to look back on. 

All those dreams went out the door. In the distance she could see not only Johnny and Doyoung, but Taeil, Taeyong, Jaehyun and Yuta walking out the door with Mark leading them. Just then her phone buzzed with an incoming message for Johnny. 

Srry Momo….Taeyong’s rushing us to an emergency practice. He said to make your way to the SM building as soon as possible.

It was right at that moment she knew Taeyong was lying. Soonjae-unnie, her manager, assured her there wasn't any type of practice or schedule that day. So herself and Mark could enjoy saying goodbye to their high school years. She couldn’t believe Taeyong could be so petty. 

Actually she could.

“They– They can’t come. Emergency practice.” All the family around her gave her various platitudes that Moxy waved off. “Let's go. I want you all to meet Hayoon and her mom.”

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Moxy ran into the practice room an hour later than she planned. Hayoon’s mom and her aunt took the group to a hotpot restaurant(recommended by Renjun) for a celebration dinner. She forgot how much of a chatterbox her mom and aunt were. Moxy said goodbye fifty times before rushing out. The boys were in the home stretch Cherry Bomb. Moxy watched as they finished up, preparing herself for what Taeyong was gonna say. 

Taeyong gave his critiques to the other members before addressing her, “Is there a reason you were late today Migyeong-ah?” Before she could speak, Soonjae-unnie spoke up. 

“That's on me, Taeyong. I gave her permission to be late when I canceled all practices for this week. Told her to spend some time with her family after graduation.” Moxy reminded herself to send Soonjae-unnie a thousand flowers for the save. Taeyong wouldn’t dare go against their oldest managers word. 

“Well, I hope you had fun. Now you have to spend two hours here just like we did.” Taeyong finished packing his bag, walking past Moxy and gesturing for the other to do so as well. 

“And where are your guys going?” Moxy asked. 

“To celebrate.” Taeyong faced Moxy again, “You do know it was Mark’s graduation as well?” 

Moxy pursed her lips, keeping the tears in. “Right. Congratulations.” Moxy and Mark bowed to each other. “Y-You too.” Came Mark’s stuttered reply.

The rest of the boys walked out of the door, following their leader. Moxy stared at Taeyong back as her called back, “Soonjae-noona, make sure Migyeong stays back for the full two hours.” And with that, Taeyong was out the door. Leaving Moxy with Johnny, Doyoung and Haechan. Haechan was the first to walk forward. Moxy could tell he was being pulled two different ways so she made the choice for him.

“Go with them.” Haechan was stunned already about to argue but Moxy held her hand up, ”As much as you don’t want to admit it, Mark is your best friend. Go celebrate with him.” With a promise to hang out with her later, the maknae was out the door. Leaving Moxy with Johnny and Doyoung who didn’t show any signs of leaving.

“Shouldn’t you be heading out too?” Johnny wrapped his arm around Moxy’s shoulders, steering her toward the door. Doyoung was close behind after grabbing all three of their bags.

“Yeah we do. You promised us your grandma’s food and we intend to cash in on that.” Johnny was pulling on his jacket while Doyoung handed Moxy hers. 

“But what about Taeyong? What about practice” 

“Don’t worry about Taeyong. We all know that practice was phony. As far as he’ll know, Johnny and Doyoung helped you through a grueling two hours of dancing. Now you three go have fun. And Moxy, happy graduation” 

“Thanks Soonjae-unnie.” And with that, the three were off.

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons Bonus Chapter: Aemma's Nameday Gift

Another toddler Aemma  focused chapter as she learns to cope without her mother in her life.

This also takes place after Rhaenyra married Laenor. That being said, I'm taking the Fire and Blood  version of Ser Joffery Lonmouth's death in an attempt to circumvent the Bury your Gays trope (I know it's not a fix or nothing, but the book version seemed less...well senseless in my opinion, at least there was a reason behind it). That being said, I really wish we did get to see more of Laenor and Joffery, I thought their relationship was actually endearing.

"Take a good look, Aemma," Viserys says as he places the little princess on his knee and shows her his model of Old Valyria, each building and tower carved out white marble stone. 

Since Daemon had left for the Vale to settle the dispute over who held claim the title of Lord of Runestone, given that his lady wife Rhea Royce had recently...passed away in a tragic horse riding accident (*cough cough*) and without ever giving Daemon any heirs to pass the titles to, Aemma was left behind in King's Landing under the care of her aunt and uncle. Viserys had taken it upon himself to spend some time bonding with his niece, and take this opportunity to educate her some on her history and the family legacy. "This is your history, princess, our shared ancestry. Or at least it is a mere scale of what once was. It is my personal endeavor. It has taken years to make sure every structure is carved with such accuracy. Sometimes, I have had to start over on more then one occasion. Yet, every cut into the stone was made with care. Perhaps one day you and Aegon will take up where I left off...should I not live long enough to complete it."

Aemma wasn't really listening to her uncle or what he was saying. She was more fixated on the model of the dragon that was laying by the city model. It reminded her of a toy she'd seen Aegon play with back in the nursery. She reached out, wanting to play with the dragon. Viserys sighed a bit, shaking his head a little before reaching out to give Aemma the toy. Perhaps the king would have to wait till his niece was a little older before he explained this to the girl again. Hopefully it would someday teach Aemma why this history was important and why they all had to stick together as a family.

"Gardens," Aemma points outside. Viserys looked outside, understanding what Aemma was asking. He called for a nursemaid to take Aemma outside in the gardens for some fresh air. Just as well, as even though Viserys was slowly recovering from his bout from the night of his daughter's wedding, he was still not in top shape. Part of him was wondering at this point if he ever would achieve full health again.

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Aemma walked around the gardens, under the supervision of her nurse maids, picking whatever flowers she could get her tiny hands on. She wanted to make sure her little bouquet was perfect, so she kept an extra eye for what she felt were the best flowers. Once she got the flowers together, Aemma walked back to the Holdfast. 

On the way, she ran into Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys. "Princess Aemma," Rhaenys greets, she and her husband turning their gazes to the little princess. "Hello, Princess Rhaenys," Aemma greets, "Lord Corlys. How are you?" "Quite well, princess," Corlys answers, noticing the bouquet in Aemma's hands, "whatever are those flowers for?" "They're for Ser Laenor," Aemma explains, "I heard he's sad." "...and...why would Ser Laenor be sad?" Corlys asks, a little confused. "He lost his friend," Aemma explains, "Ser Joffery. It made him sad."

Corlys and Rhaenys both exchanged looks, remembering what happened that day of the tourney. Aemma wasn't present that day, seeing that she was deemed too young to be participating in such events. Of course, Aemma did not know the true relationship between the son of the Sea Snake and the Knight of Kisses, and Rhaenys and Corlys could only speculate and/or deny the existence of said relationship. Nevertheless, Rhaenys bent down and touched the flowers Aemma was holding, "they are rather lovely, princess," she tells her, "I'm sure my son will appreciate this gesture."

Rhaenys dismissed the maids so she could escort Aemma to her intended destination. _-------------------------------------------------

Ser Laenor, meanwhile was sitting in his chambers, a sense of depression sinking in as he silently mourned the loss of the man he loved. He never expected things to go so wrong during the tourney; how was he to know Ser Criston held such a grudge against Ser Joffery? How was he to know the knight in question, who had bested the likes of Prince Daemon and even Ser Harwin would brutally pummel Laenor's lover over and over to death? 

Rhaenyra had understandably given Laenor space during this time to grieve, to mourn the loss of his love. However, this would not last long, for both knew that if the newly married couple kept distant for too long, people would begin to talk.

The doors to Laenor's chambers opened, and Laenor looked over to see his mother and little cousin approach. "Princess Aemma wished to give you something," Rhaenys announces. Aemma took the cue to give Laenor her bouquet, "whatever are these for, princess?" Laenor inquires. "To make you not sad," Aemma explains in that childlike way, "I heard Ser Joffery...is gone. Just like mama."

Laenor looked at Aemma knowingly. He recalled when he came to King's Landing from Driftmark for the first time in years since he returned from the Stepstones...when he was first betrothed to Rhaenyra. He remembered him and his mother being first to arrive before everyone else, her on Meleys and him on Seasmoke. He remembered eagerly waiting in the courtyard for the rest of the traveling party to arrive, most of all, he was waiting for the Knight of Kisses. He remembered him and Joffery sneaking away down the halls away from prying eyes for a few private moments of intimacy. Which was interrupted when Aemma was doing her own running from her nurse maids and ran into the happy couple before anything could happen. As un-welcome as this interruption was, Laenor gave the princess a greeting smile, having not actually ever met the daughter of the Rogue Prince and the Lady of Larks before. He had picked Aemma up, having recalled some pleasant memories when the Lady troubador had entertained him and his sister with sea shanties many years ago. Laenor also remembered how Joffery had warmed up to Aemma, having expressed a dismay that he never had the pleasure of meeting Aemma's mother before, something he's been wanting to do since Laenor had regaled him of her sea shanties and riveting ballads of a Continent across the sea. "Don't worry, Ser Joffery, you will," Aemma had assured, "mama will return someday."

Sadly, Ser Joffery Lonmouth would never get the chance to be entertained by the Lady of Lark's ballads.

Laenor's contemplation on such bittersweet memories where pulled away from when he heard Aemma humming a certain tune, "whatever are you humming, princess?" he asks. "Mama's song," Aemma answers like it was obvious. Laenor frowned a bit, never having heard that song before. It must've been a special tune the Lady of Larks had composed only for her daughter. It was rather peculiar though that this tune did not seem to come with lyrics. Laenor gave a small smile and took the flowers from Aemma, "they are beautiful," he admits, "I appreciate this gesture, princess."

Aemma gave Laenor a big smile in response. Rhaenys herself made a small smile witnessing this interaction. The elder woman could see the potential in her son to be a good father to his future children; she could only hope to the gods that Laenor could do his part to further both the Velaryon and Targaryen lines.

Right on cue, Rhaenyra walked in, rapping on the door first to announce her presence. "Rhaenyra!" Aemma gleeful ran over to her cousin. "Hello there, cousin," Rhaenyra says with a smile on her face, picking up Aemma as she ran into her arms, "Have you come to cheer up Ser Laenor?" "Yes," Aemma nods. Rhaenyra look over to Rhaenys and then to Laenor who made a small smile, though his eyes still held sadness in them.

"Can we go dragon riding again, Rhaenyra?" Aemma ask. The request took Rhaenyra by surprise a little, but she smiled once more, "of course we can, princess" she nods, "I'm sure Syrax is eager to stretch her wings again." "Can Ser Laenor come with us?" Aemma asks. Rhaenyra looked over to Laenor, as did Aemma who had a hopeful look on her face. "I think that would be a wonderful decision," Rhaenys speaks, placing a hand on her son's knee, "it may do some good to get some fresh air...and to bond with your new wife."

Laenor seemed reluctant, but he nodded in acceptance, "I think that would be wise," he says in a low, quiet voice as he stands, "Seasmoke will be eager to spend time outside the dragon pit as well." "You should come with us, princess Rhaenys," Rhaenyra also suggests, "I don't believe Aemma here has had the pleasure to meet Meleys." "Oh very well," Rhaenys accepts as even she couldn't deny a day out on dragon back.

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Once at the dragon pit, the dragon keeper came to greet the royals and bring out their dragons.

"Cirillia!" Aemma calls out once she sees her dragon. She wiggles out of Rhaenys' arms and runs to her bonded dragon. Cirillia, who was now the size of a large dog, perked up upon hearing her rider's squeals of delight and ran over to Aemma. The little princess gave her dragon a hug in response. "Gods she sure is growing fast," Rhaenys comments in regards to Cirillia, "I dare say this dragon will be fit for riding in several years time." "It certainly will be the greatest day in princess Aemma's life when that happens," Laenor whispers to Rhaenyra who smirks in response. Aemma was as much Targaryen as anyone else in their party, bastard born or not. It was in her blood to crave the thrill of flying, of taking to the skies on dragonback.

Rhaenyra recalled when she first took Aemma the dragon pit herself. It had been sometime after Daemon left Aemma behind as he was commanded by his brother to return to Runestone, back before the tragic demise of his late wife (also right after the alleged events that happened between Rhaenyra and her uncle that night in the pleasure house). She also recalled how sad Aemma had become once again, now having to deal with both her mother and her father not being there for her. Rhaenyra had remembered that her uncle had taken to bringing Aemma with him on flights on Caraxes, and she had sought to do the same for Aemma by taking her flying with Syrax. 

It certainly won Rhaenyra many points with Aemma, and the older princess certainly felt it gave her an advantage over her stepmother in terms of gaining Aemma's favor. Alicent may fare better in playing the role of a mother to Aemma in place of the Lady of Larks, but Rhaenyra knew deep down her little cousin had the blood of a dragon, and such blood could only be soothed by rush of air one feels when taking to the skies on dragonback.

"Shall we, cousin?" Rhaenyra asks, walking over to Aemma who was still hugging her dragon, "I'm sure Syrax is eager to start flying." Aemma was about to accept, but the roar of a larger dragon caught everyone else's attention. Rhaenys smirked knowing it was the Red Queen herself announcing her arrival. Sure enough, Meleys was there, standing strong above the other dragons. Syrax and Seasmoke both backed away, leaning over almost as if they were bowing to the Red Queen.

Cirillia, on the other hand, approached Meleys in a curious fashion, almost as if she'd never met this dragon before. Rhaenyra and Laenor both held their breaths, almost anticipating what was going to happen next. Cirillia looked up to Meleys in awe. Meleys in turn faced the little dragon, who did look little in the older she-dragon's presence. Meleys lowered her head, touching Cirillia's, who made almost what sounded like purring in response.

There was almost a collective sigh of relief when Cirillia jumped back to rejoin her rider. Rhaenys approached Meleys and gave her dragon a pat on the head, speaking to her softly in High Valyrian. "That was quite bold of Cirillia," Laenor remarks, "not even Syrax would disrespect the Red Queen in such a manner." "For as long as I could remember, Cirillia has always come across as fearless," Rhaenyra points out, "She's been Aemma's little guardian since the time she hatched from her egg."

Mirroring her dragon, Aemma also approached Meleys, also staring in awe. Rhaenys saw this and gestured for Aemma to come close and stand by her side so she may tough Meleys without fear of retaliation. Meleys gave a light snort as Aemma touched her snout. "Would you like to ride her this time, princess?" Rhaenys offers, making Rhaenyra and Laenor look at her with a sense of surprise. Aemma nodded eagerly and Rhaenys helped her up.

"You know, princess, you grandmother was once bonded to this dragon," Rhaenys tells the little princess, "she took your father riding on Meleys many times when he was your age. We appear to be repeating history." Meleys took to the sky as soon as she was out of the pit. Cirillia took off to follow. Rhaenyra and Laenor then mounted Syrax and Seasmoke and took to the skies as well.

Once up high, Rhaenyra looked over to her husband, who returned the look with a reassuring smile. He wasn't quite done grieving his loss, the princess knew, but it was a start. Rhaenyra knew from experience, it wasn't something Laenor would easily get over, or even get over at all. But, like with the loss of her mother, she knew it would take time for her husband to heal and come to terms from such a loss. 

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Some months had passed since that day, and to much surprise to the court, princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor were expecting their first child. At that point, rumors had been circulating that the wedded couple were having trouble conceiving, or more specifically Laenor was the one having trouble. Some had even gone as far as to speculate the marriage hadn't even been consummated yet. But evidence of Rhaenyra's small but growing baby bump was proven to the contrary.

As rumors of the couple's supposed marital troubles were slowly being quelled, some excitement was stirring up once again as Aemma's fourth name day was quickly approaching. Alicent, who was already heavy with her third child at this point, had decided to organize a name day celebration for the little princess as her own father had not yet return from Runestone to celebrate with her.

Since the events that had occurred before Rhaenyra's wedding, since seeing her father dismissed from the king's service and learning that Rhaenyra had lied to her, Alicent had took it upon herself to keep Aemma close and to keep her from being too heavily influenced by Rhaenyra's recklessness. A feat that was easier said then done when the princess in question could win her cousin's love and affection with frequent flights on her dragon. For now, Alicent could only hope whatever lessons she may try and instill in Aemma will stick as the girl continues to grow, and hopefully such lessons will serve the little princess well once she comes of age to wed the king's eldest son.

"Flowers, your Grace," Aemma says, offering Alicent flowers she had picked from the gardens. "Oh, they are lovely," Alicent says with a smile as she accepts, "thank you, princess." Aemma turned her gaze to the queen's rounded belly that was sure to pop any day now; she stared in curiosity. "You know it is rather rude to stare, princess," Alicent points out. "Sorry," Aemma looks away in shame. "It's quite alright," Alicent says, "you're curious, it is only natural, but you should be discrete. Do you understand?" Aemma nods. "Here, feel," Alicent offers, placing Aemma's hand on her belly. Sure enough, the babe inside kicked, making Aemma gasp and stare in fascination. Alicent suppressed whatever laughter was about to bubble to the surface.

"Maybe Rhaenyra's baby will be like this too," Aemma says with a smile. Alicent said nothing; she had often contemplated what she say could about Rhaenyra at this point, what could she say to warn Aemma of what was to come in the future, how Rhaenyra may someday see Aemma as a threat, especially when the day would come that this girl before her would be married. Alicent recalled what Otto had said, to raise Aegon to be the heir and to prepare him for the day when Rhaenyra would rise and challenge his claim to the Iron Throne. She remembered Otto also telling her to keep Aemma close as well as the girl needed to be fully loyal to their side when that day inevitably comes.

Aemma was only a child now, a young child who would not understand now. But maybe she would. Alicent couldn't afford to alienate Aemma now as the young princess had formed bonds with Rhaenyra through their dragons. Alicent though had the advantage of motherhood; being a mother herself nearly three times over, the queen had some experience in that matter, and she could shower Aemma with the love and affection she needed right now in place of her own mother. Sometimes Alicent did wonder what would happen should the Lady of Larks return. Would she try to take Aemma away from here again? And if she did, would Daemon go hunting after her again in order to bring the both of them back? Would such a daring feat put Aemma's life at risk?

Feeling tired suddenly, Alicent had a nurse maid take Aemma back to her chambers to rest. It was going to be a long day tomorrow as there would be much to celebrate.

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Aemma spent the day in the nursery with Aegon under the supervision of the maids. Currently the young princess had a toy in her hands she was fascinated with. It was the same toy of a dragon her uncle had gifted her the other day when he showed her his stone model of Old Valyria.

Being fixated on it, she didn't notice her cousin crawl over and reach out for it, attempting to take it away from her. Aemma pulled back, refusing to let Aegon have it, but the prince kept insisting. Finally having enough, Aemma pushed Aegon away, causing the boy to land on his bottom. Aegon cried and screamed out, getting the attention of the maids, two of whom proceeded to scold Aemma and have her share. Aemma reluctantly did so, but she wondered why she was the one in trouble when it was her cousin that was being demanding and trying to force the toy out of her hands. Not to mention this was the princess's name day, she didn't have to share if she didn't want to.

Normally Alicent would've been here to watch over the children, but she wasn't. From Aemma's point of view this was rather unusual, and she had become concerned over where the queen could be at this hour. "Where is the queen?" Aemma inquires of her nurse maids. "Her Grace is resting right now, sweet princess," the maid assures. Right on cue, screams on anguish reverberated across the corridors of the Red Keep.

Aemma recognized them to belong to Alicent. Concern in her face, the young princess rose and ran out of the nursery once again, and once more the maid ran after her. Aemma ran down the halls where the screams were getting louder, until she stumbled towards the queen's chambers. A midwife came out with towels, nearly running into Aemma, "princess, you should not be here," the midwife scolds. The maids came to escort Aemma away, but the princess struggled out their hold.

The struggled stopped when the cries of a baby had sounded from the chambers. "A boy, your Grace," the midwife inside says. Curiosity taking her once more, Aemma ran inside.

Alicent leaned back against the pillows, exhausted from her labors as she held the new bundle in her arms. The midwife just announced another son, and like his brother and sister before, this babe too had tufts of silver blonde hair on his head. Alicent held him close, giving him a kiss. "Queen Alicent?" Aemma speaks up, getting the queen's attention. "Aemma?"

"Forgive us, your Grace," the first maid said, "she slipped right past us." "She seems to make a habit of that," Alicent remarks in a light huff, "it's quite alright, you may go, I'll keep an eye on her." The maids nod and curtsy before taking their leave. Aemma looked up over the bed, standing on her tip toes to get a good look at the new baby. "You can climb up if you want a better look, Aemma," Alicent encourages.

Aemma did so and stared into the bundle in fascination. "A boy," Alicent tells her, "a prince. His name is Aemond." "He looks like Aegon," Aemma comments, noticing the tufts of hair poking out of baby Aemond's head. "I suppose he does," Alicent agrees, "I'm sorry we weren't to celebrate your name day like I promised. You haven't even received your name day gifts." "It's okay, your Grace," Aemma says, still keeping her focus on the babe in the queen's arms, "I like this one." Alicent smile in response. 

Aemma leaned down and gave Aemond a kiss the way her mother used to, "hello prince Aemond. I love you. Happy name day."

Aemond started to fuss, indicating he was hungry. Alicent handed him over to the wet nurse, who had Aemma escorted back to the nursery so Alicent could rest.  

Later in the evening, Aemma crawled out of her bed and snuck into the nursery where Aemond was peacefully sleeping. Aemma looked over the crib to watch the young prince. On the other side where Aemond slept was the dragon's egg, one of silver grey. Aemma smiled with pride seeing that egg, for she had picked that egg herself, after begging her uncle to go to the Dragon pit where she could the egg for her name day 'present'.

Aemond stirred in his sleep, yet did not wake. It wouldn't be long before he woke and started fussing for his wet nurse. And indeed it wasn't long before he did. Aemma was escorted out of the nursery and back to bed shortly thereafter. Aemma continued to spend more time with Aemond when she could, whether his was being tended to by his nurses or when Alicent was holding him in her arms, and Alicent would take these times to bond with Aemma, who was starting to spend less time riding dragons with Rhaenyra in favor of spending time with Aemond. Aemma would also stare at the egg in Aemond's crib, wondering what it would be like when the day comes when that egg would hatch; what the day would be like when she and Aemond could their dragons together.

One day, Aemma was woken early by her maids and dressed and her belongings were being packed by servants. Aemma was confused by all this and questioned this, the maid telling her that her father was having her brought to Dragonstone where she would see him. Aemma could not extract anymore information other then her father had a late name day present for her. Aemma was reluctant to leave at first, having grown attached to her family in the Red Keep, but she did as she was bid.

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When Aemma finally arrived at Dragonstone, she was eager to get out and run about, stretching her legs. She looked up to see Cirillia was flying around and enjoying herself.

Also flying above was the blood wrym. Aemma smiled, recognizing her father's dragon right away even though she had not seen Caraxes in a long while. Cirillia flew circles around Caraxes, almost like she was engaging in a game with the older and larger dragon.

Looking further towards the beach, where Caraxes and Cirillia landed, an even larger dragon had resided, resting on the sand. Cirillia stared at this dragon in fascination as this one dwarfed the she-dragon in comparison; even Caraxes seemed small when standing next to this ancient battering ram that has seen her fair share of life and joy and war as evident in the battle scars that decorated her body. Cirillia approached the giant and ancient sleeping dragon in a curious manner, daring to touch snouts with her. The dragon, who was Vhagar stirred and opened an eye, staring down whoever was daring to rouse her from her mid afternoon nap. Vhagar made a low warning growl, which Cirillia surprisingly heeded and back away. This was clearly a dragon one should not mess with unless one had a death wish.

Distracted by this interaction, and also being distracted by the sheer size of Vhagar, it had taken some time for Aemma to hear her father's voice calling out for her. When she did, she ran over eagerly into her father's arms. "Kepa!" she called as she wrapped her arms around Daemon's neck in a hug.

Daemon smiled, proud that her daughter still retained the High Valyrian he had started teaching her prior to his departure to Runestone months before. His attempts to petition the Lady of the Vale to give him Runestone may have been a failure, but that hardly tampered Daemon's spirit, especially when he had something far better to look forward to.

"I have missed you," Daemon whispers, giving Aemma a kiss on her head. "Did you find mama?" Aemma asks. Daemon sighed once more, "I'm afraid not, little love. Don't fret, I will not stop." In truth, Daemon wasn't planning on trying to find the Lady of Larks anytime soon...or ever. If anything, the Rogue Prince had found someone else to take the Lady Lark's place both as his wedded wife and as a new mother to Aemma.

"What was that large dragon?" Aemma asks him, "the one that's WAY bigger than Caraxes?" Daemon smirked some and was about to answer but was interrupted, "that would be Vhagar, little princess. The largest dragon in the world. My dragon."

Daemon and Aemma turn towards Laena Velaryon who a sense of pride about her from describing her dragon. Aemma recalled having met Laena a few times when she and her family came to King's Landing for Laenor and Rhaenyra's wedding.

"Princess, I believe you have met the Lady Laena Velaryon, yes?" Daemon speaks to his daughter to which Aemma nods. "Hello Lady Laena," she greets.

Laena smiled and placed a hand on Aemma's, "it is nice to see you again, princess. But if you wish...you may call me mother." Aemma frowned a bit and looked over to Daemon in confusion, "Laena and I...are married," he explains, "she is my wife. Your stepmother. This is the gift I had wished to present to you, little love."

Aemma was still confused, but seeing the warmth from Laena's smile, sensing it was genuine, the little princess returned it with an equally warm smile of her own.

Bonus Masterlist

[nehswritesstuffs]

banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 14

Happy New Year, everyone! This year's gonna be weird, so the only thing we can hope is that it's the right kind of weird.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3] - Part 10 [FFN/AO3] - Part 11 [FFN/AO3] - Part 12 [FFN/AO3] - Part 13 [FFN/AO3]

Baby 5 steels herself for the coming years, while everything around her settles into place. [4495 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

Nine years ago

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“You must hold still, Princess, or we’ll end up with blood all over the fabric from me pricking you.”

Baby 5 watched patiently as Giolla pinned fabric in place as it sat on Antonia’s thin frame. She had been going through a growth spurt, making the clothes that she had fit only a few months before become too snug.

“I don’t know why I have to wear such things if Uncle Doffy wears what he does,” Antonia huffed. She kept her arms raised as Giolla went around her waist, cinching and pinning with gusto. “You make them tight to start.”

“I make them perfectly, thank you, and you need to look your best if you’re going to be on official business for the Young Master.”

“The official business he sends me on is boring,” Antonia pouted. “I enjoy training instead—why can’t I stay behind and train?”

“A princess needs more than just battle training, Nia,” Baby 5 reminded her.

“Yes,” Giolla agreed with half a chuckle. She glanced over at Baby 5 with a wicked grin, knowing how much it pained the younger woman to be following around Antonia. “You don’t have the luxury of only learning how to fight if you’re going to become the Young Master’s heir. You need to know how to dazzle a crowd and win them over.”

“I don’t want to dazzle.”

“Too bad; it’s all part of the job. Be glad you get a whole year of practice before being thrown to the nobles.” Giolla grunted in reluctance—it was going to be close enough. “We’ll make a real princess out of you yet, you silly little terror.”

“Dellinger is little!”

“…and you’re still a terror! Now hold still…”

As Antonia attempted to not move, Baby 5 did her best to not scream in frustration.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Baby 5 did not like the Levely.

Granted, Antonia didn’t either, but it felt especially uncomfortable for the older teen. She had been given the assignment of being Antonia’s lady-in-waiting, staying by her side as Doflamingo mingled and cavorted amongst the Celestial Dragons that regarded him coolly and the nobility that tried to hide their contempt.

“A wonderful place, don’t you agree?” he asked flatly as he sipped at wine. The three were off in a quiet corner, keeping to themselves for a while. “My cousins have definitely spared no expense for our homecoming.”

“…but Uncle Doffy,” Antonia frowned, “they don’t act like they’re our cousins.”

“That is because your grandpapa was a silly man, and gods do not tolerate the silly.” His voice grew icier as he spoke, as though he was thinking back to a past wrong and his compliments were merely lies. Antonia grimaced at that before turning towards Baby 5 and smiling hopefully.

“Want to go check out the gardens?”

“Sounds like fun.” Baby 5 was only able to take one step before Doflamingo stuck his free hand out, stopping them. “What is the matter, Young Master?”

“Don’t be gone too long,” he warned. Bending down, he turned up Antonia’s chin with his pointer finger so she was looking at him. “I need you to be here when your great-great-aunt decides to finally dust herself off and ride over here.” Antonia smiled, and had almost turned around fully when someone else appeared on the balcony.

“Doflamingo. A word.”

Baby 5 did her best to not inhale sharply as she heard the man’s voice. Fuck, she knew she was growing pale and that she hadn’t been able to stop her eyes from going wide. She recognized that voice, that man, who she thought she’d never hear again, and he was right there.

“Ah, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, what timing,” Doflamingo nearly purred, mood completely flipped. Fuck. “I was just about to let the girls run off and play. Say hello.”

“Hello; my name is Donquixote Antonia.” She bobbed in a curtsey, one that their guest didn’t quite believe.

“A pleasure.” He then addressed Doflamingo, expression stone. “Your… daughter…?”

“Niece; I treat my brother’s child as my own now that he’s no longer around. You know how it goes.”

“Your… niece,” the older man mused. His eyes flicked from Antonia to Baby 5. “…and you are…?”

“A member of our Family at-large, but she is mostly a lady-in-waiting,” Doflamingo explained. “Fufufu, Baby 5, come, let the Fleet Admiral meet you.” Baby 5 stepped forward and curtsied silently. “Don’t be shy, Child… be kind to an old man who could be your Grandfather.”

It was only for a second, but Baby 5 saw a flash of realization pass over Sengoku’s face. He collected himself quickly and nodded. “A pair of young ladies like yourselves shouldn’t be too worried about what a pair of old men have to say. Go enjoy yourselves.”

“I’m Uncle Doffy’s heir, so maybe I should stay,” Antonia frowned. Sengoku opened his mouth to say something when Doflamingo cut him off.

“Love to stay and chat, Senny, but save it for another time,” the Warlord said. He had his gaze locked on an elderly woman riding on a slave’s shoulders, her stature diminutive enough to facilitate it without much strain on the lad and his blank stare. “Oh, Auntie Teolinda! Hell~llo~o! It’s been so long!” He pulled Antonia towards the woman, leaving Baby 5 and Sengoku together for a few brief moments.

“Child… I…”

“You never came for us,” Baby 5 hissed. “You missed our brother, but you still could have saved us… saved her…”

“It was not my place.”

“Some fucking Marine you are—you can’t even help some kids.”

“You don’t understand…”

“No, I understand perfectly.” Baby 5 glanced over at Doflamingo to see that he was still occupied in making his elderly relative visibly uncomfortable. “If you had only acted my sister would still be here. She wouldn’t believe she’s an entirely different person… we might be free…”

“You can still be; I have an associate who can pretend to recruit you into her unit…”

“That ship has sailed,” she said firmly, tears in her eyes. “You weren’t there back then and now…” She closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. “…you don’t deserve to be.”

“Rosinante wanted me to take care of you as though you were his children—you mean to say that now that my granddaughters are in reach, I cannot help them?”

“If Cora-san wanted that, then why didn’t you come for us?!”

“You think the world is simple, don’t you?” he replied, a darkness to his voice. “That I can just snap my fingers and things happen? That I don’t have protocol to follow and laws to uphold? That I cannot get into trouble for my actions?”

“It works well enough for Doflamingo.” Baby 5 began to storm off, stopped by Sengoku placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t touch me.”

“I want to help any way that I can, and I can now.” She looked him in the eyes, forcing herself to smile.

“I’m not leaving my sister alone, whether she knows why or not,” she said. “You had your chance. Now let me have mine.”

Baby 5 walked out of the Fleet Admiral’s grasp to go stand at Antonia’s side, politely engaging in conversation with the Donquixotes as though nothing was amiss. Her eyes met those of the slave who Doflamingo’s great-aunt was using as a perch, the young man not much older than her. His stare was dull at first, then sharpening to something akin to understanding that Baby 5 wished she hadn’t recognized. It was only there for a moment, but it was there all the same.

The slave knew, somehow, and he pitied her. She couldn’t think of anything more humiliating.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Thanking the seas that the Levely was somewhat-easily accessible from Dressrosa, Baby 5 sank into the large plush chair in her bedroom and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She hated being on the Numancia Flamingo, she hated being in such close quarters with her boss, and she hated the way he had paraded Antonia around as though to mock both Cora-san’s memory and the Celestial Dragons’ pride. Now that they were back she could figure out a way to decompress from everything before heading back out again, likely following Antonia as she made social calls to nearby islands. Elizabello II had expressed interest in introducing them both to younger members of his own family, hopeful that they could forge bonds of friendship with the new regime.

Figuring that things weren’t going to get done with her simply sitting, the young woman went and trudged over to where the servants left her traveling trunk. She began to take everything from it that needed laundering and tossed the pile onto her bed. It was almost all out when she heard something land awkwardly on the floor with a hard kathunk. Wait, what was that…?

She looked at her feet and saw a Den Den Mushi shell laying next to the trunk.

Huh… that was odd… Baby 5 put the rest of her laundry on her bed and crouched down to pick it up. The snail was asleep inside, though there was a small folded slip of paper attached to its shell. She brought the snail to the small habitat on a table where she kept a few other transponder snails and detached the note before setting the shell down next to some lettuce. Once she was sure it was awake and aware of the food, she opened the note, seeing that it was two numbers along with a message.

Top one is you. Bottom one is me. Call when you are ready.

“So never,” she whispered to herself. How Sengoku had managed it, she did not want to know, though what she did know was that she was not going to give him the satisfaction of caving to his whims.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was late as Baby 5 slipped into the small room, only the pale light from the window illuminating her way as she went to the barred alcove. Mansherry perked up as she realized who it was and ran to the bars happily.

“Oh, dere you are!” she gasped. “I was wurweed you couldn’t come!”

“I barely had time to come here,” Baby 5 admitted. “I’m getting sent on more and more missions to keep me away, I know I am. I’ve been told I need to choose a division to commit to soon and they’re all sizing me up.” She took from her pockets some food that she was able to put through between the bars—mostly bread and cheeses and small fruits—and waited for Mansherry to uncap her water tankard so she could fill it with the bottle she’d brought. “I leave early in the morning on another one.”

“How’s Wamee?”

“She’s…” Baby 5 frowned, angry that nothing had changed with time. “She still is not herself.”

“Still Pwincess Antonia?”

“Yeah. I can’t commit to one of the army divisions because… I think they’re going to make her Corazón soon, and I want to be there for her.”

“We’re sixteen—she can’t be a awmy commandur!”

“She still thinks she’s fourteen, and apparently age is not an issue.” With the water tankard full, Baby 5 pocketed the bottle and passed through some more items: a couple new dresses, dried tea leaves, fuel for her tiny stove, a sliver of soap, and a menstrual care kit. “This should last you for a couple weeks. If I’m not back in time, Viola will bring you more.”

“Could you find books?”

“I’m trying.” Baby 5 reached into the cage with her pointer finger, which Mansherry touched with her own hand. “One day; we’ll be free.”

“Yesh! We wiluh be fwee!”

If only either of them still believed it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Law ran down the corridors of the Donquixote compound on Spider Miles, the building virtually untouched by time as he checked in the rooms.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

EMPTY.

“Where were you, Law-nii?” He turned as he heard a voice, sweet and innocent despite its accusation. His heart raced inside his chest; freshly inked skin almost fluttered with his heartbeat, anxiety ratcheting higher with each passing step.

“…Lami…?!”

“Where were you, Law-nii?” Behind him? No… “I needed you.”

“Lami, I tried…!”

“Why didn’t you try harder?”

“I did my best!” he breathed, trying to follow the sound of his youngest sister’s voice. “I came soon as I could!”

“It hurt… I was in pain…”

“Lami, I…!” Law stopped as he realized he was now in the Hall of Suites, everything barren. His entire body hurt down to his soul as he realized no amount of searching was going to turn up anything. A chill ran down his spine, turning his blood cold as the North Blue waters as he heard one final voice:

“Fufufu… come find us in Dressrosa, boy.”

Gasping, Law choked down a scream as he woke up from his nightmare, realizing that he’d kicked off his blanket in his sleep. He ignored it laying on the cabin floor as he went to his tiny washroom and vomited in the toilet—fuck, he needed to stop this. This was… he couldn’t think of how many times he’d thought about the day they finally sailed into Spider Miles looking for his sisters, and yet there was a sinking feeling it wasn’t going to be the last.

Air. That’s what he needed, some fucking air against his face. Law flushed the toilet, washed his face, and made the effort to trudge out of the captain’s quarters and made his way to the upper deck of the Polar Tang, the ship moored in a natural harbor hey had found by chance. As predicted, the gentle breeze calmed both his nerves and his stomach as he sat down on the edge of the deck. Most of his fledgling crew was sleeping under the stars on the beach—the only hospitable spit of land on the rocky outcropping—but he had elected to stay onboard. Him and…

Silently, a steaming mug appeared near Law’s face, the Germa 66 logo catching the corner of his eyes. He took it and let the ceramic warm his hands as Bepo sat down next to him, both of them leaning against the railing as their legs dangled over the side.

“Bad dream again?” the teenaged Mink wondered.

His captain sighed—not good enough.

“Was it Flevance?”

“It was…” Law hesitated, unsure how much he could unload without undoing the good the breeze was doing him. Going along would give him an out as it always did, but this… something about this time felt different. “Spider Miles.”

“There…? That was years ago now; it was empty.” Bepo paused and watched Law take a tentative sip of his herbal tea; still too hot. “You didn’t… you didn’t find anything there, did you?”

“No—I just missed someone.”

“Yeah…?”

“…yeah.”

The pair stayed quiet for a while, simply staring out at the beach in one another’s company. Eventually, Law leaned over and let himself rest against Bepo’s arm, soft and warm against the night air.

“My younger sister should be your age,” he confessed. If anyone deserved to know, it was Bepo. “She died… likely a couple years ago at this point.”

“You… you never told us you had a sister.”

“Two, actually,” he admitted. Ah, finally, the tea was drinkable. “We found our middle sister after we escaped Flevance, but neither of them could run from Doflamingo. That’s why I trained all these years: so I could get them back. Now…” He didn’t need to voice his disappointment—it had been evident back then by the empty headquarters. “All I can hope for is that they made my younger sister comfortable in the end and let the middle one go off on her own. I doubt it, but you never know.”

Bepo nodded pensively. “Is that why you were so upset when Doflamingo wasn’t here?”

“Yeah.” Law swallowed hard as he stared into his mug; how many times had Bepo done this for him and yet now he was finally explaining himself?“If they’re in the Grand Line, then who knows when we could catch up to them, if that’s even possible. It’s long been too late for Lami—I’m never going to see her again.”

“…and your other sister…?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe…” He took another sip of the tea and exhaled heavily. “I love them both so much… it’s nothing against you or the guys, but they’re my last connections to life before this… I just want to know that they’re okay… that Lami died without pain and Baby 5 is looking for me.”

“Baby 5…?”

“Yeah… most people where we were used codenames. I didn’t, but she did, to the point I don’t even remember her real name. We mostly called her Bee though…”

“She’s your sister and you don’t remember her real name?”

“Her life was better under Doflamingo, if you’ll believe it, so she swore to never use her old name again,” Law explained. Bepo nodded silently at that—it was understandable.

“Maybe… she’s gonna be wherever my brother is,” the Mink offered. He fidgeted slightly. “You know… my Mink brother…”

“Zepo, I remember,” Law hummed. Mmm… the tea was hitting the spot. “Then we’ll get a cool fuzzy older brother too, it sounds like.”

“Yeah…” Bepo leaned against the railing, looking at the inky black water of the harbor. “Funny how I left Zou thinking I might be an only child. Once we get Zepo back, I’ll be one of seven!”

“Six,” Law corrected gently. “You’ll be the youngest too.”

“Even if Lami were around?”

“Yeah; she was born in Spring.”

“Do… um… do Penguin and Shachi know about this…?” Law glanced over at Bepo and saw that the Mink was nervous.

“No; the fewer people who know the better, like with Flevance.”

“What if I can’t take care of you like this?” Bepo worried. “What if I get sick? Or there’s an emergency and I can’t leave the navigation room?”

“I’ll say what I always have,” Law shrugged. “Spider Miles, Flevance, my time in the garbage… they’re all just dreams now.”

“Sorry, but, that doesn’t mean you have to suffer alone.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that.” Huh—the mug was empty. “Thanks—I appreciate it, as always.”

“I know.” Bepo looked at the crew and chuckled softly. “How many more people do you think we need?”

“Hard saying, but I want to get to the Grand Line relatively soon—rumor has it that the first half’s sailing mechanism is a bitch to navigate.”

At least that got a snicker out of the Mink. Maybe one day Law would convince Bepo to stop worrying about him, but unfortunately—if such a day did exist—it couldn’t come fast enough.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Fufufu, Antonia my darling, there is something that I want you to do.”

Both Baby 5 and Viola tried to not visibly react to Doflamingo’s chilling statement. The three stopped their game of cards as the youngest looked over at their leader; everyone not on assignment was in the grand sitting room that evening, their stares now on either their leader or his niece.

“What is it?” Antonia wondered. “Do you need another drink?”

“No,” he claimed, fluffing the letter in his hands for emphasis. “There is an envoy coming in from Wano in the morning. I need you to show him around.”

“…an envoy…?” She licked her lips as she pondered the thought. “Is this about the SMILEs?”

“It is,” he confirmed. “He’s a former MADs scientist who wants to check in on the growing process. Unfortunately, I have to leave early for a Warlord meeting. You can handle it, can you?”

“Young Master,” Diamante frowned, “you can’t expect her to show around Queen the Plague without any prior introduction. She is still a child, and although I know he’d… behave around her, Queen is a handful on the best of days.”

“I was younger than her when this group was founded, so therefore she is more than old enough,” Doflamingo reasoned. “If you do this well, my darling, then I believe you will be able to take your rightful place.”

“You can’t be joking,” Trebol sniffled. “I thought we were saving that seat…”

“…for my brother’s child, my niece, my heir.” He let a grin crawl across his face, splitting it in two with his unnaturally-white teeth. “What do you say? Wish to finally prove yourself worthy of the Heart Seat? Show that you can keep life beating within the organization?”

Antonia’s chest swelled with pride and excitement—of course.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

In the end, after a plain and uneventful visit from one of Kaidou’s Headliners, Donquixote Antonia officially became the Corazón.

The ceremony was quiet and subdued, quite unlike any of Doflamingo’s other ventures in every meaningful way. Instead, Antonia swore her allegiance to the Heart Seat, to the Family, to Doflamingo himself, making the appointment almost as secretive as the job of the Heart.

While in turn, later that night, with only Viola as their witness, Baby 5 pledged herself to the Heart Army as she finally made her choice.

She chose her sister.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The week had been… tolerable, Viola found, as Doflamingo had been off touring Wano along with most of the Executives, seeing how their work was being put to use. She did not like that Antonia had gone along, but that had been bound to happen sooner than later. Besides, the girl believed herself to be sixteen… trying to get her to do anything she didn’t want to was such a mess that it was barely worth the effort some days.

When it boiled all down to it, however, Viola was simply glad she could almost pretend that she was going about doing real government and royal work, not the false pretenses they actually were. She went into her office, where she found a News Coo sitting outside the window on the ledge. She let the bird in and took the newspaper from it, offering a few strokes of its feathers and some water before it flapped off. For as lurid as the paper was, it was still good for her to attempt to keep up on current events. Opening it up, she saw a small handful of pirate bounties flutter to her desk—more upstarts and children attempting to make names for themselves, not understanding that their bright light would soon be snuffed out. Many were not worth nothing—most were still in the Cardinal Blues and had yet to traverse Reverse Mountain—yet one name out of the North caught her eye.

Trafalgar Law

Captain of the Heart Pirates

One hundred fifty million beri

Feeling ill, Viola rolled up the poster and left her office, wandering around the palace until she found Baby 5 in the training room, beating up a weighted dummy without the use of her Devil Fruit. The older woman waited until she stopped before approaching her.

“What’s the matter?” Baby 5 asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“You’re about to as well.” Viola handed over the poster and watched as Baby 5 unfurled it, the latter visibly in shock as she saw the photo. Once Baby 5’s knees began to buckle, Viola caught her, helping her over towards the bench. They sat next to one another as Baby 5 stared at the bounty poster, holding it shakily in her fingers.

“I can’t believe it…” she squeaked, tears falling from her face. “He’s alive… Law-nii is alive…!”

“I wonder what he knows about us and this place… what he knows about Antonia…” Viola mused. She gently rubbed Baby 5’s back, moving her hand in soothing circles. “Hey… you were the best sort of wrong, now weren’t you?”

“He’s alive…” Baby 5 sobbed. She leaned against Viola, who kept her arm around her as she let everything go. “He’s alive… and he’s a pirate… and he… and he…”

“Now, now; we don’t know what will happen,” Viola crooned. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, which she gave to Baby 5 to blow her nose. “I’m sure he’s going to build as much strength as he can so he can come to Dressrosa and save his dear little sisters.”

“Sister,” Baby 5 replied. She hiccuped as the tears continued to flow. “I’m sure he thinks that Lami-chan is dead, with Doflamingo controlling what images of her get taken and used… in a way, she already is…”

Suddenly, a sharp sting hit across Baby 5’s face as her face whipped to the side. She touched her cheek as she turned to stare at Viola, the older woman’s nostrils flaring in anger.

“That is your sister, your germana, your zus…” she hissed lowly. “Do not tell me she is dead, nena. As long as Antonia still breathes, Lami has hope.”

“Who has hope…?” The pair looked towards the door to see Antonia, the young Corazón having just walked into the conversation.

“I do,” Baby 5 lied. She saw that Antonia was clutching a piece of paper in her hand and she frowned. “What’s that?”

“Oh, this? Uncle Doffy showed it to me.” Antonia unfolded the paper and handed it to Baby 5, who almost dropped it.

Law’s bounty poster.

“Oh, I see you’ve got a copy too!” Antonia realized, seeing the other poster. “He said I was too little to remember this Trafalgar person before he left, but that he had been in the lead to replace Papa before the Marines killed him.”

“Did he now?” Viola wondered.

“Supposedly. Do you remember that, Bee?”

“Hard to say—there were plenty of kids coming in and out of the Family back then,” Baby 5 said. Because it had been true; before Law settled in and solidified the group, dozens of children and young teen had attempted to join the Donquixote Pirates. “He would have been about that age, it looks like.”

“Really? Huh.” Antonia licked her lips as she thought, looking at the bounty posters in Baby 5’s hands. “The other Executives said he was also around Papa when he died. Uncle Doffy made it sound odd when talking about it.” She then took back her copy of the bounty poster and frowned at it. “I’m sure I’ll figure out what he means soon enough. Say, did we get any onigiri rice back in while I was gone?”

“Plenty,” Viola offered. “I saw it delivered this morning.”

“Alright—onigiri party,” Antonia grinned. “I’ll start scrounging for fillings. See you in ten?”

“Make it twenty—I’m kind of gross.”

“Sounds good!” Antonia left and Viola and Baby 5 both stared at one another in horror.

“I… I’ll tell Mansherry tonight,” Viola offered. Baby 5 nodded—yes. That would be nice.

It was going to be all she could do to keep it together until their brother came.

[palialaina]

Uncle B keeps saying "It's GRAPE to see you, Berry!" so I decided today, I was going to change up my colors. I have never seen someone ready to make a joke and then look so crestfallen so fast. I think he went through the stages of grief in about twenty seconds while his brain started back up, and then he said how sunny I looked.

It's a new, terrible joke, I'll take it.

Jina found me a Kamera! I don't think I'm the best at taking pictures, but she said I could use it to keep track of my home progress, same as this journal, so I'm going to give it a try.

It's been kind of a whirlwind, I've totally lost track of time again. Einar really likes shiny pebbles, and he started talking to me about Oneness. I don't really get it, but Jina said it's something programmed into beings like him and Hekla, and it's kind of like a Path? But the difference being is that people choose, and these guys didn't get to.

Feels kind of sad. It was kind of fun trying to understand it, but I don't really think Oneness is my thing to worry about. That, or I find it in my garden

I am way too proud of it, for sure.

I picked up my third hallway piece today, but there's always so much to be distracting. Elouisa asked me to bug hunt, I had to catch crickets for Aunt Del (Seriously, auntie, you live next to a place called Leafhopper Hill, what were you expecting?) Maybe after I've relaxed a bit I'll go try and mine for stone and iron again, like I totally meant to do.

I wish Zeki would lower the backpack price though. Jeez. 5k for a bigger bag is wild, but I guess that's the way Grimalkin do business. Which. Rude. But I don't really have a choice.

Dad was having some trouble earlier too. Apparently he has a son! Who went into the military, and there was a kerfluffle about that, but he's trying to reach out now. I told him that owning up to his gaff was better than using the death of his wife against his son, and he agreed with me. Even said I was a good child!

Okay, I'm not a child, but heck it. I'm calling him Dad forever, even if not to his face.

Aunt Del gave me a pie for helping her with the crickets, so I had some for dessert, and man, I wanna learn how to cook like she does! I just... don't have time. So much else to run around and do. And not enough hours in the day, it feels like.

Also, Uncle B keeps trying to sell me his fertilizer recipe, but like... if I go beachcombing for a few hours, and then drop all the oyster meat into my worm farm, I end up with more fertilizer than I know what to do with! So I don't know that I'll ever buy it from him. I did buy my better how and watering can though, and wow, that makes the garden a lot easier to work in. He's hinted something about apple trees and blueberry bushes--with the obligatory Berry related pun that I had to sigh about--but he says I need more experience with what I've got first.

Maybe once I can grow those, I'll get to make some pies!

I wish I didn't have to catch fish for the weird temple thing over by the farm. I am not good at it. No wonder it's not really my Oneness (sorry Einar). I think I almost had a thing, but then it snapped the line just before I could finish, and ugh, that's twice now with that dang thing. Bahari Bay fishing is hard...

I did catch this guy though!

I decided against keeping it though. Angry little thing kept glaring at me, and I don't really have the space for pets yet anyways. So I sold it instead. Hopefully Auni got a kick out of seeing it in the shipping bin.

Oh, and Sifuu had me canvas town for opinions on what makes a good book. I have so many concerns for what she tries to write next. She's... well, got a lot of work ahead of her, I think.

I told Jina I'd send her little bits of mail for fun, so that she can practice reading ancient human. She was all for it, since our current dilemma with her puzzle door thing isn't going well. I keep going back and forth on whether the next answer is water, or like... the library. It seemed pretty straightforward at first, but now I'm not so sure.

Maybe once I've had some rest, I'll actually be able to go mine stone, iron, and see Najuma. Mayba Tamala too, but she kinda makes me uncomfy. Still, being that far out, she must want some visitors, right? Take another shot at getting those darn Bahari fish I need for sure, and comb the beach for as many oysters as I can get for my worms!

....man. That list seemed shorter in my head.

Oh, and I got a letter from my friend Lark!

Heya Berry, Do you like soup? Please save me.

Let me explain- I got pretty tired of eating grilled mushrooms and fish for days, and Reth told me he'd give me more recipes once I got my cooking level up. But the only other thing I know how to make is soup. I'm not half bad at it, if I do say so myself, but at this point I've made so much of it that at this rate I'm gonna out-soup Soup Guy. I can't eat all this ramen myself, please save me from my soupffering. (I mean, I'll be fine. I ate mushrooms for a week, I can eat soup for a week. Buuut seriously. If you get a hankering for ramen, please come over)

Drowning in soup, -Ya pal Lark

Poor Lark! Maybe I should send some of the steak dinner I've learned how to make... Auntie Del might know how I can send that in the mail and not tip off Auni. I mean, her pie made it here intact, and he loves her pie!

I shall have to think about it. Hm.. Auni-proofing a steak...

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Niran leaned back in his seat, chuckling. Chubby fingers swiped for his sunglasses again, swatting uselessly at them. Rikina babbled at her father in disappointment, tiny feet balanced on Niran's lap. He patted her diapered bum beneath her outfit affectionately and scrunched up his nose at the one - year - old. Soon, the girl was laughing at his comedic expression.

The Kobayashi Maru was being serviced for a few weeks at a Federation port. Her crew was granted that time off to relax. Niran would normally remain onboard the ship in spite of the given break ; it allowed Yuna to continue working in her lab. However, on this occasion, the little Akiyama family had decided to take their vacation. The port the Maru sat at was only a shuttle ride away from the beautiful planet that Niran's beloved extended family retired to recently.

While Yuna tended to the last of arrangements needed for the three of them to settle into a nearby hotel, Niran entertained their daughter outside. It was the reason that the Maru's First Officer saw his aunt approach first.

"Hey, Aunt Mel!" Niran said, grinning. Rikina leaned into his chest as she turned around to look at the newcomer. "My better half is checking us in. I'm glad that we could make it ; I feel like I haven't seen you or Uncle Daigo in forever. A few years, at least, since the ship's been out."

Rikina suddenly recognized the woman that her father was speaking to and yelled excitedly, arms extended forward. Niran held the baby steady and laughed. "Yeah, sweet apple ?? You know who that is ; you've just never met her in person before. It's your Aunt Melissa, too."

unscripted asks . always accepting

It was a very beautiful morning on Thetis I - well, most mornings there were quite pleasant; it was one of the reasons why Melissa had retired with Daigo to that former terraforming colony, now fully able to support life indefinitely, as long as the new inhabitants were kind to their home. Kazuya had tipped their parents off when the last stages of the project were about to end - real estate there was still affordable and it had very beautiful beaches and the type of nature that his parents seemed to enjoy being around.

It had been a few years since they arrived - their home was built from the ground up, an exercise that Daigo appreciated from planning to execution while Melissa remained in charge of most decorative affairs. As a result, their home was situated close enough to the beach, a few minutes' walk from most of the commercial center and not that far either to the resort where Niran had told them that they would be staying at.

A good thing he had shared that information with his figurative uncle and aunt earlier; Melissa had promptly called them and cancelled the reservation. She was not allowing Niran, Yuna and their sweet baby girl to stay anywhere on Thetis I but at their own house - Daigo had included additional bedrooms in their own home to have people around; mostly their own kids (and hopefully grandchildren), but also Azumi and Shun (if they ever need a break from watchful eyes) and their offspring, too.

Melissa found Niran's lanky and charming figure easily enough - the Inadian did not age as fast as a normal human, but the hair strands were starting to turn grey in a very well-timed occurrence to match the ex-captain's. Dressed in a light and floral blue dress, the woman pushed the hair away with the assistance of old-fashioned sunglasses and smiled at her nephew, honeyed irises warming at the sight of the newly formed family while waving hello at them. The sound of her bracelets clinking was swallowed by the rustling of the leaves around them, but at this point it was nothing short of a telltale sign of the telepath's presence and the respect of other people's mental boundaries.

"Kaere, how are you?" Melissa first greeted Niran, smooching the boy affectionately on both cheeks as if he was her own son; a giggle followed when she did the same with Rikina, and the baby cautiously traded arms while the Inadian adjusted her hold and released the father of his parenting duties for a moment, "I'm here to say that your reservations at the hotel are cancelled - I saw to it myself. The three of you are staying with Daigo and myself, I just won't take no for an answer."

Despite the humorous tone to her voice, Melissa's smile told Niran plenty - it was a futile struggle to deny his aunt's wishes. Even if the boy could make use of the additional abilities included in his blood, telepaths were just much more work than it was worth, not to mention that upsetting the mother of his best friend would be something to haunt him later. From any angle Niran looked at it - he had already lost the battle.

The only reaction he had was to open a wide, toothy grin before breaking out in a laughter - a very familiar reaction because it so often happened with his father. Akiyama had the same way to show resignation, particularly when it was a fond one - the ex-commander had also fallen victim to a number of similar theatrics, too.

"Well, Aunt Mel, if you say so - who am I to change your mind, eh?" Niran asked with a mischievous grin of his own, getting Melissa to chuckle in return while she rocked Rikina in her arms sweetly, clearly enjoying the opportunity to have a child around and also the company of those who were about her own son and daughter's age; it was no secret they visited Kazuya frequently and Daigo would also be delighted to serve as a stand-in for a father again, his old struggles with parenthood and family ties now long buried.

"That's the beautiful boy Azumi and Shun raised you to be. Don't worry, I will not ruin your reputation, sweetheart. If anyone asks, I'll say you put up a formidable fight before giving up," the woman winked and offered Niran a hand, the two of them moving to retrieve Yuna from the hotel reception before she got further confused with the cancellation, "Let's go rescue your wife and apologize for her trouble. I'll take you both to our home by the main road - such a beautiful view of the beaches from there, too," the telepath pressed a kiss to the baby in her arms, who suddenly appeared to be fascinated with the colorful jewelry around Melissa's neck, "We'll find you a pretty gift too, kaere."

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The Osaka Bowl | Chapter 8

Info: A dirty fic collection featuring Asuka getting acquainted with some of the Tekken studs and a few gals. Viewer discretion is advised, a lot of these get a little icky.

Summary: A family tragedy orphans Asuka at the tender age of 14, forcing her to move in with Kazuya Mishima, her rich uncle from Tokyo.

Warnings: Manipulation, Mild Dubcon, Age Gap (Asuka is 14/Anna is 26 compared to Kazuya's 50).

Yes, Ojisan | Asuka Kazama x Anna Williams x Kazuya Mishima

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“Yeah, she's here. Pictures don't do her justice,” Anna popped some gum in her mouth as she prattled on in her phone. “She's really cute... Huh? Tomorrow? You're more excited than I am, I'm surprised you even went to Kyoto in the first place... Oh is that right? Talk about self-control, you should feel ashamed~” She walked up to a window that led to the outside, observing a Japanese youth who strolled to the front door.

“Steve is gonna have a field day with her... Yes, yes, I'll save her for you, don't worry. C'mon, daddy, you know I wouldn't do that to you.” She puckered lips she knew he couldn't see and smiled seductively. “Plan still a go then? Oh, excellent... Hurry back soon, I don't want you to miss all the fun,” A laugh followed by a sultry moan. “We'll have her in your lap before the week is out... Yes, daddy. Okay, I'll chat with ya soon. Love you, bye bye~”

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He gave her a week to pack, his voice stern and tone uncompromising when he told her. Asuka, although thankful that he would take her in, couldn't stave off the anxiety that swelled in her chest when she talked to him over the phone. Her uncle-in-law was a scary man, eerie and brooding whenever she happened upon him in private moments during family visits in her childhood. From what she remembers of him, he tolerated her, but not so much that he was willing to adopt her as his ward. Perhaps there was a prior arrangement set up by her parents she didn't know about or maybe he truly was that nice, but it was hard to gauge his attitude regarding the situation since Kazuya was so serious all the time. Hopefully, he was being nice and didn't actually see her as a burden.

Regardless of how she felt though, there's no point looking a gift horse in the mouth. Asuka will forever be grateful for her uncle-in-law and will try her best to make him happy with her. If he did see her as a burden, perhaps there was a chance to win him over.

When Asuka arrived at Kazuya's estate, she expected a housekeeper of some kind to greet her but was greeted by a pretty caucasian woman with cherry red lips and brown hair instead. She was bold and very vivacious, her voice fluttering when she approached Asuka for a hug.

“Hey there, short stuff~” She tittered in perfect Japanese. “Aren't you just the cutest thing!”

“Uh, hi...” Asuka, confused, let the woman hug her. “Do I know you...?”

“Oh my, where are my manners?” She giggled as she stepped away from Asuka. “I'm your auntie Anna, but you can just call me auntie.”

“Auntie?” Asuka repeated. She doesn't recall Kazuya remarrying. “I'm sorry, but when did...?”

“Oh, I'm Ojisan's fiance! We got engaged last year. I know, I know, he's such a charmer, he was able to snag a sweet little girl like me at his age. He can't help it, he likes ‘em young~” Anna clarified as she flipped her hair. “But that's enough about me, what's going on with you, honey? C'mon, lemme show you around, you must be pretty hungry, huh?”

“Y-Yeah...” Asuka took Anna's hand with no complaints when she offered it to her.

Anna, with swaying hips and a firm hold on Asuka's hand, escorted her to the mansion. Her future aunt-in-law was awfully loquacious, but otherwise very friendly, taking care to introduce Asuka to every servant, housekeeper and butler by name before offering to cook her whatever she was in the mood for.

“I'm okay with a burger or whatever ya might have in the fridge. I'm not picky.”

“A burger, huh? A no-frills girl, I like that.” Anna led Asuka to the kitchen where a marble island with bar chairs stood. “Go ahead, baby, sit wherever you want.”

Asuka sat down at the island and watched Anna run back and forth between the fridge and the stove, pulling out things she'd expect a home chef to make.

“Do you do all the cooking?”

“Naturally. I like cooking, it's the cleaning we have help for.” Anna tittered as she pulled out a Coke bottle from the fridge to hand to Asuka. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” She nodded. “You're really nice.”

“Aw, I try~” Anna gave her a perfect smile. “There's a reason why your uncle wants to marry me. I was the only girl in the world who wasn't after his money.” She started seasoning some ground beef and then raised her brow in thought. “Well, the money helped, it kind of enhanced everything else I liked about him.”

“Is Ojisan really nice?” Asuka asked. “I haven't seen him since Bachan...”

“Jun was her name, yeah? She was a very pretty lady.” Anna smiled. “From what I could tell, he was a hell of a lot meaner before he met her, but now he's no more threatening than a spitting kitty.”

“Really?” Asuka blinked, mildly surprised. “When I was younger, I thought he was pretty scary.”

“You wouldn't be the first one. It took me a minute to get used to those dark and stormy eyes... Now I'm in love with them.” Anna sighed happily. “You haven't seen him since you were four, five years old?”

“Four...” Asuka picked up her drink. “So a good decade.”

“There's no reason to be nervous, hun. You never got the chance to know him, that's all. He's bad at showing it, but he is really nice.”

“I get it, I just don't wanna be a burden on him, and...you, too.” She quickly clarified. “Words can't express how grateful I am to be here and I wanna do anything I can to stay on Ojisan's good side.”

“Honey, you're not a burden. You're family, it'd be disgraceful if we didn't help you.”

“Still, to go from dead broke with no dad to this is just...” Asuka shook her head and then looked at Anna with pleading eyes. “I'd love to make him happy anyway I can. It's the least I can do.”

“You're a little sweetheart, aren't you?” Anna, who was now making patties, patted one down before leaning on the island to meet eye-to-eye with her. “You must really want this man to like you. I can't blame you. It's hard to not wanna please him.” She then gave her another perfect smile and said, “I think I got a few secrets I can share with you~”

“Yeah?” Asuka's eyes brightened with glee. “No foolin’?”

“Mhmm,” Anna sat up straight. “Kazuya is in Kyoto for business and won't be back till morning, so he won't be joining us for dinner tonight. Gives us ample time to get to know each other a little more.”

“Oh, okay,” Happy with her answer, Asuka kicked her legs. “I'd like that a lot!”

“After I'm done here, let's head to my room. You like American movies, Asu baby?”

“Yeah! Can we watch Pulp Fiction? I love that one!”

“Anything you want, hun~”

Asuka talked to Anna as she made them dinner. By the time Anna was done, they were both yapping like gossipy hens as Anna guided Asuka to her and Kazuya's shared bedroom. Asuka helped herself to her very delicious cheeseburger once she sat on Anna's bed while Anna tucked into a caesar salad topped with a generous portion of croutons as she streamed Pulp Fiction on her massive flat-screen television set. 

During the entire runtime of the film, Anna chatted about Kazuya's likes, dislikes, habits, and tendencies while Asuka listened intently. Kazuya preferred women to act a certain way around him; pretty and docile with a knack for housework. Asuka knew how to cook, clean, and tidy up a little, but she could be better for his sake; looking pretty however, was a concept lost on Asuka simply because she's never felt the need to beautify herself.

“Are you saying I should get a makeover?” 

“Exactly. He likes it when he can see that his girls aren't without anything. Like, his money is going to good use, you know?”

“I never had a makeover before...”

“I got plenty of fashion tips I can give you, it'll be fun.”

After dinner and after the movie was long over, Anna gave Asuka some clothes to borrow, an assortment of scandalous outfits that Asuka visibly blushed at. She figured Anna was free spirited, but not to this extent. While holding up a red snakeskin cocktail dress that was both too short and too low for her liking, Asuka voiced her concerns to her. 

“Does Ojisan really like it when you dress like this...?”

“Hmm?” Anna, who was tossing sets of lingerie into a pile for her, turned towards Asuka. “Oh my God, I love that dress! Literally the cutest thing your uncle's ever got me!” She ran up to Asuka to inspect it further. “You're a little big up top, but we can make this work, yeah? When he gets back from Kyoto you have to wear it! You'd look so adorable!”

“M-Me? Wear this??”

“Yeah, duh! You'd look great in it! Remember what I told you about not being shy?”

“But...”

“I think I have a matching one, too...? Was it gray, white? I think it was white...”

Anna retreated inside her walk-in closet, leaving Asuka to stew in her awkwardness. After a quick rummage through her clothes, Anna handed Asuka a nearly identical white dress with matching heels and silver jewelry that inevitably got added to the pile as well.

“There we go, now we can match,” She grinned. “Kazuya is gonna love that color on you. Oooh, it's making me so jealous~”

“Ojisan isn't gonna flip out, is he?”

“Why would he? He bought it for me, and in a real roundabout way about it, he got it for you, too.” She shrugged. “You wanna make him happy, don't you?”

“Y-Yes...”

“Then let auntie help you out, baby,” Anna gently grabbed her shoulders. “I am your number one resource on everything Kazuya Mishima related. Stick with me and I can do you no wrong,” She shook her head in time with every word she spoke. “You understand?”

“Yeah,” Asuka looked into Anna's eyes and then shook her head more confidently. “Yeah, I got it.”

“What a good, good girl,” Anna patted her cheek. “Now come on, lemme help you pack all this up. Maybe tomorrow we can work on your make-up!”

“Hey, one thing at a time!”

Eventually, Asuka left Anna's room with a suitcase filled with clothes, accessories, shoes, and jewelry, a haul that would've been a lot smaller if Anna didn't quickly realize that they had the same shoe size and measurements. Luckily her room was across the way from Anna and Kazuya's so she didn't have to travel far with her new clothes. After bidding Anna good night, Asuka went to bed with a full stomach and sleepy eyes, fears of her uncle momentarily assuaged now that she had an idea of what to expect from him. 

The next day, her morning and most of her afternoon was spent with Anna who was in the kitchen most of the time preparing a lavish dinner consisting of cornish hens and western side dishes for Kazuya's return later that evening. Asuka helped her where she was able to, had set the table to Anna's liking, and cleaned dirty dishes to make extra room for her which Anna appreciated. When she was finally done cooking, she ushered Asuka into her bedroom so they could get dressed together, the excuse being so that Anna could help her put on her dress. Too shy to object, Asuka stripped out of her house clothes and let Anna fit her into her new dress, grunting and groaning every now and then when Anna's hands grazed skin on her boobs and butt. It fit kind of snug, especially around her chest, but otherwise, she looked fine in it.

Asuka smoothed her hands down her breasts, belly and hips, held tight by material that feels too expensive for a girl of her caliber to be wearing.

“It feels like my whole ass is about to fall out...”

“That's the point, hun! If ya got it, flaunt it!” Anna clapped. “We're not done yet though, I still gotta fix that perfect little face!”

Asuka let Anna doll her up as best as she could, using light makeup and little touch-ups here and there to enhance her natural beauty. At first, the younger brunette was skeptical of how she'd look in it, but as soon as Anna was done applying her lipstick, Asuka was stunned by how pretty she looked.

“Woah...” She grabbed a compact mirror and gawked at the silver eyeshadow on her face. “I look great,”

“Thatta girl,” Anna, pleased with herself, affixed some silver earrings to Asuka's ears. “I still have to get ready, so why don't you run along to the living room and wait for me there? I won't be long.” She gave Asuka a peck on the forehead, a gesture that made her heart flutter a little. “Okay~?”

“O-Okay!” Asuka shook her head, ridding herself of intrusive thoughts as she scooped up a pair of pumps that went with her outfit. “Holler if you need anything!”

As she left, Anna blew her a kiss that Asuka sheepishly caught with her heart. What a weird sensation, she thought to herself; she had never felt that way around a girl up until that point. A first for sure, but she figured it stemmed from some kind of admiration for her new aunt.

Asuka walked to the living room to watch TV and bury her feelings. She watched an old American movie for the better part of an hour, silently waiting for Anna to be done, stomach growling in protest. She's tempted to go into the kitchen and nibble on some snacks, but knew better than to spoil her appetite and potentially embarrass herself in front of her uncle. Sighing in mild discomfort, Asuka was ready to settle back into the couch until a voice shocked her upright.

It sounded far too deep to be Anna's.

“Asuka, I presume?”

Asuka jumped a little and turned around, eyes drinking in a tall, dark figure who stood over her in suede slacks and a leather coat. His arms were crossed while his expression was unyielding, holding such sternness that Asuka felt her heart clench.

Despite the shock, however, she still had her manners and bowed to the older man in fearful reverence.

“H-Hello, Ojisan, sir!” She exclaimed. “I'm sorry, I didn't notice you came in!”

Kazuya, unphased by the gesture, motioned her to sit back up.

“No need for that.” He simply said. “You are not a guest, you are a resident here now. Act like it.”

Asuka stood straight up, arms held firmly at her sides, inadvertently squishing her breasts together.

“I'm sorry,” Asuka nodded deeply instead. “Still not used to it...”

Kazuya said nothing, just stood there, taking in her figure and choice of clothes. Asuka squirmed a little under his gaze, intimidated by deep-set, mismatched eyes and a cold stare.

“You are waiting for Anna, are you not?”

“Yes, I am,” Asuka replied.

“Follow me. If she is taking this long, we'll eat without her.”

“Y-Yessir.”

Asuka trailed behind Kazuya, rubbing her arms to soothe her nerves. She kept her eyes trained on the backs of his knees, or at least she tried. It was hard to focus on anything that wasn't his rear, framed perfectly by slim-fitting slacks. Despite his steely gaze and intimidating aura, Kazuya was incredibly attractive, a tall dark, and strapping older gentleman who contrasted nicely with Anna's colorful, more youthful attitude. Strangely, she felt weird looking at Kazuya as she did with Anna.

“Have you been acclimating well?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, you have a very nice home.”

“I see you've been getting along well with Anna. Borrowing her clothes already?” 

“She kinda just shoved a bunch of stuff in my arms last night...” Asuka rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. “I'm not used to dressing this fancy. Not really my style, ha ha...”

Or rather, this slutty, but Asuka wasn't going to say that.

“Perhaps that's a better fit for you than you realize,” Kazuya stated. “You look fine.”

“Ah,” Asuka smiled a little. “Thank you, Ojisan.”

Kazuya grunted in response, but said nothing more, not until they were in the dining room. Recalling Anna's advice about Kazuya's appreciation for traditional women, Asuka rushed ahead of him to take his coat.

“May I? Miss Anna told me that you like things a certain way.”

“Sure...” Kazuya shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her. “Behind my chair is fine.”

Asuka did as she was told, and made a point to push out his chair so Kazuya could sit down. His eyes are soft when he does and Asuka can't help but look into them, entranced particularly by his left eye. It's significantly lighter than his right, almost gold in color. She remembered them in her childhood but never saw them so close before. They're just as dazzling as the man who possessed them.

“Can I make you a plate?” Asuka decided to keep herself busy lest she embarrass herself. “I think she made a lot of American stuff though.”

“Go ahead,” Kazuya sat back, crossing his legs. “One of each serving if you could.”

Asuka skipped to Kazuya's side to grab his plate and got to work.

“You're very attentive,” Kazuya remarked. “Anna has taught you well.”

“I really like her, she's a good teacher!”

“Indeed,” He replied. “She has a knack for shoving her nose where it doesn't belong.”

“Hey, I take offense to that, ya know!”

Asuka turned to the dining room entryway, startled by Anna's sudden presence. As expected, she's wearing the same dress as Asuka except it's red and is laced around the chest.

“It's about time,” Kazuya grumbled. “The girl has only been here a night and she's a better wife than you are.”

“Well, who do you think taught her what she knows, hm?” Anna strutted to the table like a runway model. “Better to have two than one, don't you think?”

“Hm...” Kazuya's grimace faded the more Anna stroked his scalp. “Be useful and fetch some wine then.”

“Yeah, yeah. Asu baby,” Anna called for her. “Be a good girl and get daddy some wine, okay? I have a bottle chilling in the freezer.”

“Yes ma'am!”

As Asuka left to retrieve the wine, she saw Anna lean down and kiss Kazuya from the corner of her eye, lips whispering something she couldn't hear. Probably pillow talk or something fluffy, Asuka thought mischievously to herself. It made her happy seeing them happy, a sight that boded well for what the rest of her life would look like.

When Asuka returned, a bottle of wine in hand, she popped the cork and poured some for Kazuya before fixing up a plate of her own. After serving herself a hen, a healthy portion of mac and cheese, and salad drenched in ranch dressing, Asuka quickly tucked into her food while her new family did the same.

Dinner was very pleasant and Asuka was quickly coming to enjoy her uncle and aunt's company. They had very entertaining banter that grew more hysterical the more they drank. Asuka was perfectly content with drinking her coke as she listened to them talk, occasionally chiming in when the situation asked for it, but was caught off guard when Kazuya, out of the blue, asked her a question worthy of spitting out her drink.

“Are you involved with anyone, Asuka?”

Asuka nearly choked.

“H-Huh?”

“Answer the question.”

“Um,” She cleared her throat. “No, I... I'm not.”

“Aw, such a good girl,” Anna teased. “You've never even kissed one?”

“Never... I mean, I don't mind the idea. I just never had the chance to get one.”

“Good.” He folded his hands. “It's pleasing to know that you don't engage in such foolishness.”

Asuka then pouted. “Why? Would that be a problem if I ever...?”

“It's not really a problem per say,” Anna quickly clarified as she stood up from the table. “We just have certain expectations of you, hun. You know, the same things I talked to you about yesterday.”

Asuka thought over Anna's previous advice, about what it took to please Kazuya. He must have a thing about boys, which is to be expected; her own father was like that as well although not as stern about it.

“I'm not boy crazy, so I understand if you don't want any around, Ojisan.” Asuka bowed her head. “I'll be good.”

“Perceptive,” Kazuya began. “But not what I was referring to.”

“I don't think I understand then...”

“Daddy,” Suddenly, Anna circled the table to massage Kazuya's shoulders. “Do you think we should take this to the living room?”

"Let's," Kazuya wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. “Come on.”

Asuka finished her drink and followed her family into the living room, wondering what they had in mind for her. She sat herself down on a couch and watched Anna and Kazuya do the same. The first thing that came to mind when they flanked her sides was that they both smelled incredibly good, and the second thing she noticed, which still never failed to shock her, was how fast her heart was beating. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and tickled her heart the longer she was made to sit between them, feelings she's never felt before and should be wise not to reflect on. But it's oh so hard to do that when Anna placed her hand on Asuka's bare thigh.

“M-Miss Anna...?”

“Ah, ah. We're family now, Asu; what did I tell you to call me yesterday?”

“Auntie...”

“Good girl,” She stroked her skin sensually while Kazuya looked on, hand loosening his tie. “And remember all those neat things I said that you can do to make Ojisan happy?”

“Y-Yes...” Asuka's leg shook, muscles in her calf clenching when Anna's fingers inched towards her inner thigh. 

“I might’ve left some things out,” Anna leaned in close, nose brushing Asuka’s ear. The teenager felt a tingle run down her back. “Things that I think Ojisan would like to intimate personally to you.”

“Like...” She gulped, cheeks redder than Anna’s dress. “Like what...?”

Suddenly, her attention is pulled away from Anna when Kazuya’s hand took hold of her chin. Asuka followed the gentle tug of his fingers, eyes quivering and breathing heavy when he regarded her with an odd-eyed stare, pools of gold and brown dancing with hidden mirth.

“There is a reason why I do not allow other men in my home... At least most men. I am very selfish, you see.” He stroked her skin. “When I have something, it is very hard for me to let that something go.”

Asuka slowly put two and two together, Kazuya’s words a shock to her constitution. He couldn’t possibly mean...?

“I want you.” Kazuya cocked his head, lips curled into a predatory smirk. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, not long after she passed.” He grinned harder, face coming close to Asuka’s. “You want to make Ojisan happy, correct?”

Asuka was quiet, lost in the murky, lustful depths of Kazuya’s eyes. What was she supposed to say? Supposed to do? This was her family, right...? The people that she was supposed to trust no matter what? True, she was never close to Kazuya, had spent more time with Jun and their son in her youth, but he wasn’t supposed to do this...

And yet her body responded deliciously to his words.

“Ojisan likes you, baby,” Anna simpered like a she-devil, fingers helping themselves to what laid between her legs. “Isn't that flattering?”

“M-Miss Anna! What are you--!” Asuka flinched, instinctually pulled away from her, but was made to stay still by Kazuya.

“That’s no way to talk to your aunt, little one,” Kazuya’s breath warmed her lips, keeping her silent. “You have better manners than that,” She watched his eyes wander her body, taking in bountiful cleavage and plump, plush thighs hugged beautifully by skin-tight leather. It made her feel dirty. “You don’t want to upset me, do you?”

“I...I’m...” Asuka resisted the urge to moan. Anna rubbed her clit in tight circles, twisting it around through sheer panties that grew damp from slick. What the hell? Why was she so wet? And so quickly? She didn’t like this, right? This is just because Anna was messing with her, teasing her. She didn’t actually want this, dammit! This was so wrong, regardless of their relation, she shouldn’t do this--

Asuka blinked frantically when Kazuya closed the gap between them to kiss her on the lips like a husband would a wife. His tongue is quick to invade her mouth, filling it with wriggling flesh that grazes her gums. Anna was cackling like a witch during it all, cooing and moaning into Asuka's ear as her free hand came up to grope her left breast.

“Me, oh my, lookit how wet it got,” Anna chewed on her lobe. “Did the thought of riding Ojisan's cock make you horny, baby?” Her finger pinched her nipple, pulling it until it was hard and tender.

Asuka is muffled by Kazuya's tongue, voice swallowed whole by his greedy mouth. He held her neck tightly in his gloved hands, smoothing calloused thumbs over the crease of her jaw, drawing out more noises from her. She tried pushing him away by his shoulders, but he didn't budge, just bit her tongue and held her against Anna to keep her still. Asuka tried one more time to free herself, but her efforts are half-hearted when Anna pulled on the hem of Asuka's dress, releasing great big tits that hung low on her chest.

“N-No...No--” She managed to pull her face back to complain, but Kazuya took her back in, hands now joining Anna in molesting her. He peeled down the rest of her dress until it pooled around her hips, exposing a flat tummy that Kazuya was quick to ogle at. He pulled away momentarily to look down at her nudeness before coming back to suckle on her chin, teeth catching her skin as he teased her with harsh truths.

“I can hear it...” He dragged his tongue over her neck and up her face, sharply flicking it over the curve of her cheek. “I can hear how good she's making it feel, how wet you are,” He cradled a swelling breast, the one that wasn't held by Anna, and slapped it with the flat of his hand. “You're quite the little cock tease, hm?"

“Ojisan...” Asuka's back arched off of Anna's breasts. She can hardly breathe, hardly see worth a damn, senses dulled by mind-boggling heat and soul-clenching touches. Her conscience pleaded with her to stop, to fight back, scream, do something, but her ache, the tingling sharpness between her legs, compelled her to stay in the sensual embrace of her new aunt and uncle. Asuka sighed in both defeat and desperation as she slowly relaxed in Anna's hold, letting go of her reservations. Her thighs then came apart, giving Kazuya a full view of her sticky panties clinging to her pussy as if it were a second skin.

“What a gorgeous cunt...” Kazuya's tongue swiped his teeth, hands working on the belt to his slacks. “Sweet, supple little pussy...”

“She made quite a mess,” Anna stopped touching her to raise her hand, fingers dripping with sweet virginal slick. “Did you like it when Ojisan kissed you?”

“Nngh...” Asuka bit her lip, squirming like a worm as she stumbled over her words. “Yes...”

“Do you want it now, Asuka?” Kazuya laid back on the couch and pulled himself out, a long dark cock of disproportionate length and girth sheathed from base to tip in ruddy foreskin. “Do you want this inside you?”

Asuka shivered in both fear and arousal at his manhood, hanging limply over his thigh like it was a living creature. He used his fist to stroke himself to full mast, bulging veins throbbing with life as they pumped it fat with blood. 

“That's all for you, baby. That nice, big cock is all for you,” Anna sucked on her neck. “You want it, don't you? Want Ojisan to make it feel better?”

Asuka, trapped in her own head again, imagined Kazuya splitting her apart, holding her face with a big strong hand as he fucked her into a woman. It shouldn't turn her on thinking about fucking herself on the cock of a man she hardly knew, but she was beyond the point of no return now.

Asuka turned to Anna who looked just as breathless as her, skin lightly damp from sweat. The younger girl kissed her on plump red lips that never failed to captivate her before pleading to her aunt for help.

“Auntie...” She mewled. “Can you show me how to fuck Ojisan...?”

“Touch him, baby, I'll help you,” Anna tittered, voice sultry and wanting as she encouraged Asuka to ruin herself on Kazuya's cock. “We're gonna play with it a little bit, okay?”

She stuck her tongue inside Asuka's mouth, tasting just as sweet as her bottle of Moscato, but Asuka couldn't enjoy it for long. Anna separated from her to guide her between Kazuya's legs before kneeling besides the younger girl to survey her first encounter with a cock.

“Show her, anata ,” Kazuya brought his hands to both of the girls’ heads, fingers combing through chocolate brown locks as he cradled their scalps. “Show her what it means to be my whore.”

Anna moaned, licking her lips as she eagerly grasped the great big cock that waited for their touch.

“Watch me, honey,” Anna opened her mouth and licked at the hooded tip. “Copy me, okay? We gotta make sure it's ready for you.”

Asuka mimicked Anna, somewhat unsure of herself. She anticipated the taste of sweat or musk, unpleasant flavors that she'd expect from erect members, but she was surprised by the subtle sweetness that lingered on Kazuya's length. She licked the tip again and smoothed the edge of her tongue along a weeping urethra, savoring the source of his essence.

“Mmm, so hot, baby, just like that,” Anna joined her, tongue meeting Asuka's when they slurped along the head. “Look up at daddy when you do it,”

Asuka obeyed, peering up at Kazuya to watch his face, win his approval. Her uncle's eyes lock with her own, hips rocking slowly against her mouth as he got off to her lips teasing his cock.

“That's right, little one,” Kazuya's grip on their hair is tighter now, powerful hands pushing them closer to his prick. “Suck me, prove your worth as my niece.”

Asuka shivered at his words, drawing confidence from her aunt's silent encouragement when she pointed Kazuya's cock Asuka's way. While opening her mouth and wagging her tongue, she did as she was told, imagining how a porn star would do it. She swallowed what she could of his length, choking when she took too much, moaning when Anna helped her out. The older brunette took Kazuya's sack into his mouth then, heavy and full from tension, and suckled them like hanging fruit. Kazuya threw his head back at that, the rock of his hips more desperate now.

“Good girl, prep me for that virgin pussy,” Kazuya's lids briefly fell over his eyes, mouth ajar as he sang his praises of her. “Worship the cock that'll own you, my dear,” A thrust that grazed her throat made Asuka gag, but she persisted. That seemed to please Kazuya. “Become my slut.”

Asuka swallowed a thick wad of spit and precome as she sucked around the first half of Kazuya’s cock. She wanted to take it deeper, but it's too hard and she just winded up choking on it instead. It made her eyes tear and her mouth slick with bubbling spit.

“Easy, baby, easy,” Anna popped off of Kazuya’s balls to pull Asuka back, frothing drool chasing her lips and chin. “Such a pretty face... Why so greedy all of a sudden, Asu?”

“He didn't,” Asuka coughed. “He didn't finish yet...”

“When I finish it will be in your cunt.” Kazuya stated, hand cupping her cheek. “Where you need Ojisan the most, isn't that right?”

Asuka gulped, excited by the prospect but also fearful. Fitting that thing inside of her was definitely going to hurt, but man will it be worth it.

“How does Ojisan want me?”

“Hands and knees,” He then set his sights on Anna. “Help her.”

Asuka did as she was told, sliding off the couch and settling on the floor to get into position. Anna followed her, but not before taking off her own dress, perfect breasts far perkier than Asuka's ever could be, bouncing in place when she peeled it off her body. Asuka watched with bated breath, aroused by both the shape of her body and the naked, glistening cunt that was between her toned thighs.

“What a tight, hot body...” Asuka heard her uncle's voice, slick like honey as he mounted her from behind, bare chest touching her back. His breath tickled her again. “Do you like how pretty Anna looks, pet? How pretty her cunt looks?”

“Yes, sir...” She bit her lip, nearly broke skin when Anna settled on the floor to expose herself to her, parted legs naturally spreading her cunt apart for Asuka's viewing.

“And what do you think you should do when you see hot cunt like that, hm?” Kazuya forced her upper half to the floor before slapping his cock against the crease of her ass. Asuka felt it pulse vigorously against her skin. “When another woman shows her pussy to you?”

“I think she has an idea...” Anna scooted closer, heat of her pussy warming Asuka's nose. “Don't you, baby?”

Asuka is too mesmerized by Anna and the cock on her ass to respond, her own sex pulsing at the hidden meanings in their words. She used her own experience from playing with herself at night to play with Anna's and instinctually went for her clit. Asuka poked at it with her tongue, sampling it, adjusting to the taste, before rolling it around, making Anna moan. Her noises are just as sultry and seductive as her attitude, provoking a reaction in Asuka that makes her suckle on it harder.

“Oh, that's a good girl, Asu baby...” Anna weaved her fingers into Asuka's hair as she massaged her own breast. “Does auntie’s pussy taste good?”

Asuka hummed in response, attention suddenly taken away from Anna when she felt Kazuya's prick draw a burning line from her rear to her pussy. He wasn't gentle nor considerate when he prodded her open, big hands bruising her skin when he held onto her hips to steady himself. Asuka winced, nervous, but tried to maintain her composure.

“ Fuck ...” Kazuya edged himself with her cunt, swollen cockhead tickled by hot slick and plump, virgin flesh. “Such a sweet little baby hole, perfect for my cock.” He pushed forward, made it hurt when his glans poked her hymen. “Take it, my pet, let me have you.”

Asuka cried into Anna's cunt when Kazuya plunged her, thick prick gliding against walls of muscle that closed around his shaft like a vice. It hurts, it hurts so much, but Asuka knew resisting him would prolong the pain, so she bore with it by focusing her efforts on Anna who was quick to comfort her.

“There, there, honey, it's okay,” The older woman gently scratched her scalp. “He's rough, but he'll make it better, I promise you.”

Asuka appreciated Anna's reassurance, but the pain in her cunt kept her from actually taking it to heart. Kazuya wasn't slow, refusing to let up on her as he battered her womb with his cock, a firm spank to her ass by the flat of his palm not making things any better. While holding back tears, Asuka tongued Anna's sex, thrusting in as Kazuya pulled out, determined to distract herself as best she could as he ravished her.

Kazuya leaned over Asuka's body to clasp his hand over the back of her neck, the force of his thrusts now pushing her deeper into Anna's quim. Asuka, for once since he penetrated her, actually moaned, the angle he fucked her at making it easier for him to reach her g-spot. Desperate for pleasure, Asuka moved her hips in time with Kazuya's thrusts, a move that earned her another playful smack on her right cheek. 

“That's it, bounce that ass, let me see you work for it...” Kazuya huffed. “Feels good, pet? Do you like it when Ojisan fucks your cunt loose now?”

Asuka squealed, clit suddenly pinched by Kazuya's wandering hand, the sight making Anna rock harder into Asuka's face.

“You're a natural, Asuka...” Anna praised her, body shaking. “Keep at it, baby, I can't wait to come on your tongue...”

“So damn tight for me... All for me,” Kazuya fucked her harder, loins wet from blood and slick as they spanked Asuka's pussy raw. “A niece worthy of my cock...” He forced her hips down to the floor then so he could climb over her, big body keeping her still as he fucked down into her spasming hole. “It will be my greatest joy to have you in all your holes, little one...”

Asuka's eyes find their way into the back of her head, the young teen clinging to Anna's thighs for dear life as she reached her limit. As Anna promised, Asuka came hard , her moans vibrating along her aunt's sweet cunt as her dear uncle continued fucking her like a grown woman. 

“Oh my goodness, baby girl!” Anna lifted Asuka's head from her quim to stare down at her red tear-stained face. “Did you come already? And before me ?”

“I'm... I'm sorr--!” Asuka tried apologizing, but her head was wrenched back by Kazuya who had a firm hold on her hair again.

“I don't recall giving you permission to come before us, pet,” Kazuya chuckled as he licked her cheek. “And before your aunt as well? How disgraceful... I will let no niece of mine be so inconsiderate.”

“And I was so close, too...” Anna swiped her nail over Asuka's lips. “How should we mitigate this, daddy?”

“Hmm...” Kazuya managed to pull out of her, strings of fluid coming with him before breaking away. “What should we do with such a greedy little kitten?”

Asuka laid there, exhausted but still willing to please her new family, even when they manhandled her to suit their needs. Before she knew it, Asuka was on her back, fucked once more by Kazuya as Anna rode her face, forcing her to complete her task. It was overwhelming as it was exhilarating, made to become their new toy despite how tired she was. Ojisan's cock did wonderful things to her while her auntie's pussy tasted so unbelievably good; it was literally impossible for her not to come.

Asuka received welcome respite when she was finally able to bring Anna to orgasm, nose smothered in the depths of her aunt's cunt when she came all over her face. Kazuya loved the visual and went faster, his thrusts frantic and needy when he leaned over her stomach to kiss Anna's mouth.

“Did she do a good job, daddy? Are you happy with your new pet?” Anna moaned against his tongue.

"She's proved herself well... So, so well,” Kazuya said against her lips, voice suddenly strained. "Fuck, I'm almost..."

Asuka felt something hot and wet fill her womb soon after, a warmth that she should have been more concerned about, but she didn't care. Instead, when Anna moved off her face, Asuka spread her overfilled pussy to her uncle, who was happy to watch his new niece defile herself further for him.

“Good baby,” Kazuya took himself out to watch his seed drip from her bruised hole. “What do you say when Ojisan fills you up this good, little one?”

“Thank you, Ojisan...” Asuka smiled dreamily. “Thank you for making me your slut...”

“How cute...” Anna cupped Asuka's cheeks in both hands and gave the girl a wicked grin. “Welcome to the family, Asu baby~”