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Arjuna from FGO and Simeon should make out.
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cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki
yes i know its july.Â
1.8 k wordsÂ
slow burn but there is smutÂ
warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion
your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.
you thought a month wouldnât be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.
the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it.Â
but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for âletâs fuckâ
you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.
âheyâ he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.
âwhat? we always-â you asked
âiâm taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cantâ he said
 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.
you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.
âwell, do you want?â he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.
âno letâs just hang out tonightâ you said.
âokayâ he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.
you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it.Â
week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.
you didnât know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?
you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimesÂ
the movies you had made together.
the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.
he looked pale.
you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.
ânoâ he snapped â i just wanted to see youâ
you gulped âoh okayâ
you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.
the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.
you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.
and he left.Â
it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did.Â
you texted him to hang out.Â
the two of you got coffee then made out in the car.Â
his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch.Â
shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed âhow many fucking times do i have to tell you no?âÂ
you sighed âim sorry i just-âÂ
he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. âlook at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.â
 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got when he was irritated. and he knew it.Â
âi hate this stupid challengeâ you said through his grip on your jaw.Â
âdo you want to be like that?â he talked down to you with a smirk.
âwe can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitudeâ he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift.Â
you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be.Â
the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating.Â
he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside.Â
âelevator?â you asked pressing the up button repeatedly.Â
he took his hands out of his pockets and said âstairsâÂ
the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.
once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it.Â
he stood over you and sighed. âits your lucky dayâ he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open.Â
you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat.Â
shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability.Â
he loved having you at his mercy.Â
he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs.Â
âi knew you would be soaked.â he shook his head âsuch a whoreâ he said.
and just like that he dove right in. Â
he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him.Â
his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.
âdont moveâ he met your eyes when he said it.
he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit.Â
you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp.Â
he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling.Â
he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache.Â
he blew cold air on your exposed heat.Â
you cried out.Â
and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level.Â
he straddled you and leaned down âbeg.â he whisperedÂ
âpleaseâ you whispered
âi dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing. i said to beg like the whore you are.âÂ
you gulped. âplease tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.âÂ
âhmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.â he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance.Â
he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.
his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles.Â
you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache.Â
he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds.Â
your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release.Â
âplease i - can i pleaseâ you whined.Â
shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tighteningÂ
the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth.Â
he pulled off for a moment and looked at you âthat was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?âÂ
and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit.Â
his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud.Â
you were crying at the pleasure.Â
his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you.Â
your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.
you came again, it was so fast you didnât even have the time to ask.
you could feel him smiling on you.
shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.
he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you.Â
if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator.Â
your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, âpleASE. m-gonna c--umâ you barely got out.Â
your lower body convulsing.Â
tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. âdont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.âÂ
âno-oh-oh-oâ you sobbedÂ
shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh.Â
âpleaseâ you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could.Â
ânoâ he said sweetly.Â
your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, âisnt this what you wanted darling?â shigaraki asked.Â
you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences.Â
the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigarakiâs vibrator.Â
with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up.Â
despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony.Â
âdoes it hurt?â you asked him between deep breaths.Â
refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants.Â
he waled back in with a towel and said âyesâ looking down at the ground.Â
âwell what if weâ you started.Â
âno, im tired of having to explain this to you.â
âplease, i just want you so badâ you begged as he climbed on top pf you.
âi said no! just fucking shut upâ he snapped
âwhy?" you whinned
he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed.Â
âeveryone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to knowâ
"um i-âÂ
you went to speak but no words came out.Â
shigaraki leaned down âmy penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sexâÂ
âohâ you said feeling yourself blush
he gulped and looked away âwhich i really dont want to do because you are mine.â
he released your wrists and fell on top of you, âyoure all mineâÂ
âplease just wait 2 more weeksâ he whispered into your neck.Â
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Hi! Why is it so hard to fancast Remus? Is it because he is just some guy and most fancasts are famous people? Anyway I would like to put fort Levan Gelbakhiani and also recommend the film âAnd then we dancedâ cause its beautiful!!!
hey!! for me personally its hard because i can't imagine clear faces when reading/writing--i can imagine facial features, but i can't picture them all on one cohesive face (and the features i do imagine are sort of sketchy/cartoonish rather than that realistic), so its like trying to match a real person to a vague blur of an image in my mind that is incredibly specific but also v hard to pin down. i rambled in the next bit a little so i'll put it under the cut xox
more generally, the reason i find most of the common ones so terrible is because they're usually brown-haired extra conventionally attractive celebrities who are either models or looks like models. and i do not think he was an especially conventionally attractive guy at all i think he looked like a normal guy. in fact i think he was kind of ugly. i don't care that much about canon but sirius is specifically referred to as handsome, where remus isnt, ever, so i just don't really understand where it comes from. i also feel like a lot of these fancasts that are sooo desperate to make every character ridiculously hot as if otherwise they are not convincing love interests / interesting or redeemable characters / of any value as elements of a narrative (as if any deviation from the beauty standard is a sin that renders a literal fictional character unworthy of any further discussion) are just kinda fucking weird lol. idk why average looking people are so frightening to read or write about to some people but yeah :-/ soooo sorry anon to hijack your ask to go off on a tangent like that i know its really not that deep!! i've just massively overthought my answers to your questions xx
in reference to gelbakhiani--i KNEW i recognised that name and i realise now i think another anon way back mentioned him!! he's not QUITE perfect for me but i remember him being a pleasant surprise when i googled him the first time and he was a pleasant surprise this time too xx you understand the assignment!! im not mad about it!! in terms of the individual features i dont have many personal criticisms at all!! ++ also also thank you for the rec!! <3
#sounds dumb but soon as u show me ur garfield/laughton scott/claflin r fancast i hav to disregard any future thoughts#u have on his character like. you dont know him you dont get him youve just proven that to the class. i literally made him up#u gotta make up ur mind was r bitchless or not. because if he was bitchless u cant tell me he looked like andrew garfield. do u get that!#'he was this shy sort of plain bookworm and only sirius saw how attractive he really was :-( also he looked like this model i saw in this#calvin klein shoot :-(' do you hear yourself#extra points when they're referring to these characters as teens. 'this twenty-seven year old man with a six pack is s when he's 16' is he.#also this is just me but i dont want to read about a cast of people who are all unbearably unrealistically hot. like all this aside it#just doesnt interest me. im just bored sry. also u dont have 2 b physically conventionally attractive 2 b hot anyway. its a state of mind#long and short of it is i just think if characters + their relationships w each other + their romantic connections are only interesting or#convincing to you if they're both the definition of the beauty standard...are those characters really that interesting. are they really#that well written. are they really that developed. hm#like its fine if they're not!! but we can admit that they're not.#SO SORRY once again for the long answer anon xx did not mean to hijack your ask like that xx mwah xx#anon#telegram#final psa this is just my opinion !! u are free to do as you please this is just my explanation for why *i* do what i do xx
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Second in Command (Epilogue - Part Seven)
Summary: Life as the âspare to the heirâ isnât all that itâs cracked up to be when youâre the supposed screw-up of the family, but people donât know what really happens behind closed doors.
Rating: Mature
A/N: You guys are totally going to be annoyed with me for how I left it on a cliffhanger when I totally didnât have to except to show some character growth and how things change...which I guess is exactly the reason I ended it that way :D
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âCan I come in, son?â
âYeah, of course,â Killian answers automatically, the shock of his father just showing up at his door stunning him for only a moment. Itâs not like he never visits. He usually just calls or texts first. âI didnât know you were coming over, dad. Why didnât you call?â
âOh, I was visiting the kids and thought Iâd drop by since I knew that the two of you had returned home.â His dad steps inside, squeezing his shoulder before leaning down to pet Indy. âHello, darling,â he then greets Emma, kissing her cheek before wrapping her up in a hug. âHow are you feeling today?â
âGood, good,â Emma insists, her eyes still blown wide as if sheâs actually been shocked. He knows sheâs still a bit rattled from the flight and her nausea. The same thing had happened when they went out sailing the morning of their anniversary, before the disaster of the rest of that day, and even though he had been wary of it, Emma insisted she was fine. She never said she wasnât, but the green of her face told him otherwise. âHow are you?â
âKicking pretty high for my age.â
âYou are not old,â she laughs, tugging on Indyâs leash. âDo you mind if I take Indy for a quick walk? Let her run around a bit. Sheâs been told sheâs going outside, and Iâm afraid sheâll freak out if she doesnât get to go.â
âOf course, dear. Iâll chat with Killian, and the second you two come back inside, I want to hear all about how youâve been since you left us to go holiday in the warm sunshine. I swear itâs rained for the past week.â
âSounds like a plan.â Emma takes a step over toward him, leaning up and kissing his cheek, whispering that sheâll be right back before taking a step outside with Indy and leaving him with his dad.
âDo you want something to drink? Eat?â
âIâm fine.â His father begins walking to the living room, settling down into the recliner he prefers when visiting all while Killian sits down on the couch next to him, only a side table between them. âSo how was your holiday?â
He almost chokes on his own saliva thinking of all of the things he absolutely cannot tell his father about their holiday as well as wondering if he should bring up the privacy issue just yet. He doesnât know, is never truly sure about these types of things. He could have a nice, normal conversation with his father or it could turn into another tense, stressful one. Heâs had enough of those for a lifetime, but he also knows that he doesnât have all of the time in the world to fix this. Heâs got fewer than four months, really.
âIt was wonderful,â he finally answers, his lips ticking up on one side. It really was wonderful to get away with Emma and only have each other for awhile despite the disaster that was their anniversary. It got better, though. It wasnât completely bad. They had the sailing trip and the takeout meal that was better than anything else theyâd eaten if only for how comfortable they both felt. He felt his son move for the first time, which was bloody brilliant and most definitely his new favorite thing. âItâs a gorgeous island. Emma mentioned something about asking you to make our beaches like that.â
Brennan barks out a laugh, the wrinkles on his face all gathering together while his gray hair shakes the slightest bit. If Killian was a betting man, heâd guess his dad is getting his hair cut in the next two or three days, keeping up with his lifelong schedule of haircuts. âIf only I could. That would be bloody wonderful. But I like the way she thinks.â
âSheâs definitely a brilliant dreamer.â He trails off toward the end of his sentence, looking down at his hand and twisting his ring around his finger, his constant physical reminder of his lifelong commitment to Emma, as if he really needs one. âCan I talk to you about something, dad?â
âOf course.â
âI know, well, I know that things were different when I was a kid, that technology wasnât as advanced, that I was a bit of a surprise child and that you were on the older side when I was born.â
âWell, why donât you just call me elderly then, Killian? And you have absolutely no proof that you were a surprise child.â
His dad laughs when he speaks, but Killian isnât finding a lot of humor in it, knowing that heâs likely going to upset Brennan with his words.
âWhat I mean is, I know you werenât really, truly involved in my life. And Iâm not blaming you or trying to make you feelâŠupset, but I need a very particular kind of advice that really only you and mum or Liam and Abigail can give. And Iâm honestly not even sure you can give it.â
âWhatâs wrong, Killian?â
He takes a moment to collect himself, hundreds of words on the tip of his tongue but none of them feeling quite right. But he has to say something, so he might as well speak the truth.
âHow the hell am I supposed to be a father in a world where I canât protect the privacy of my wife and my child? There were, um, photographers who rented out a house and used scopes to take pictures of us on the beach. And Emma and I got into a pretty nasty argument about it. Sheâs worriedâŠIâm worried about Andrewâs privacy. We want him to live a life as normal as possible. We donât want photographers following him to school or to the park, and I just â I donât know how to fix it.â
Heâs been clenching his fist all while he talks, the tenseness in his hand almost painful while hot tears form in his eyes, every fault and every insecurity heâs had long before the fight with Emma coming back and assaulting his senses, making everything a dark, cloudy blur.
Brennan looks calm, secure, the blue of his eyes not changing while his eyelids rapidly blink, his brows furrowing and the lines on his face increasing. Has he said too much? Shown too much emotion? Asked for the impossible?
âThe fact that you have very obviously beaten yourself up about this proves that you are a better dad than I ever have been.â
âThatâs not what I meant, dad. I didnât â â
âI know, Killian. Iâm not taking offense to anything. I was a poor excuse for a father for the majority of your life. I was focused on Liam, on my job, on the protocol and the way that my father raised Albert and me. All I knew was that fathers were not supposed to be close to their children, and as much as that hurt me as a child, I stupidly believed it. The fact that you have forgiven me is something I still canât believe.â
He leans over and places his hand on Brennanâs knee, patting him before leaning back and wiping at his eyes. âI did it for me, but with the way youâve worked to change, you deserve it.â
âThank you, my boy.â His father smiles, settling back into his chair and crossing his hands together in his lap. âBut this is not about me. This is about you and your family. So you donât want Andrew in the public eye? At all? Is that what youâre saying?â
âI mean, we havenât discussed it in serious length, but yes. Iâm sure that Emma will be okay with releasing the occasional photo or having him join us when we go overseas so we donât have to be apart from him, but I think weâre going to have to take a step back in traditions. And when he gets older, I think we may need to move somewhere much more private.â
The front door opens then, the alarm beep sounding at the same time that he hears the click of nails and the squeak of sneakers as well as Emmaâs voice. He straightens up, fixing his hunched back and sitting against the couch in as much of a relaxed position as he can.
âGo find, Killian, girl, yeah,â Emma coos, her voice getting louder the closer she gets to the living room. And then sheâs in view, Indy running in first and jumping up on the couch before getting down once she spots Brennan, less familiar people always more exciting than him. Emma walks toward him, sitting down in the seat Indy just vacated and reaching around him to tangle her fingers in his hair, stroking the strands. âWhatâs wrong? Your shoulders are tensed.â
How the hell does she always know?
âKillian and I,â his father answers for him, seemingly understanding that Killian wasnât sure what to say, âwere simply talking about how you two seem to be suffering from some privacy issues and are worried about your childâs future, that you want Andrew to lead a more private life than normal.â
âOh,â Emma gulps, her hand stilling in his hair before beginning again, âwell, yeah. I know that we all grew up differently and that my childhood isnât really an option, but thatâs what I want, what we want. We want him to be able to be a kid, you know? I donât want him to be used to cameras everywhere he goes. I donât know how weâd fix that, but thatâs definitely my top priority right now. And forever probably.â
His hand finds Emmaâs knee, thumb running back and forth over the material of her leggings while she speaks. Heâs here with her, for her, consistently, and he hopes that she knows this.
âWhy donât you two give me some time to think things over? Iâll meet with security. Weâll work out some plans and ideas. You two should probably talk to Liam and Abigail. Itâs not, well, it wonât be exactly the same. You have more freedom than them, and theyâre not quite as private as the two of you. But they do have experience in all of this.â âThank you, Brennan,â Emma sighs, leaning back into the couch and scratching at his neck, his eyes fluttering closed for a quick moment.
âOf course, but at the end of the day, above everything else, weâre a family. How you two feel is far more important than any sort of duty and tradition we have, even if I do ask that we stick to the important ones.â
âActually, I have something else that I want to talk about.â
His head snaps to her, eyes searching for what she has to say, but sheâs not looking at him, her gaze trained on the wag of Indyâs tail while her fingers tap over his on her leg, the hand in his hair having stilled.
âWhat do you want to talk about, love?â
She looks at him then, the smallest of smiles on her face that comforts him the slightest bit, before directing her gaze to Brennan. âI donât want to walk out of the hospital all made up hours after giving birth. Kudos to Abigail. She is a badass woman for that, but thatâs not what I want. Andy doesnât need to be exposed to so many people as a newborn. I donât need to be all dressed up when Iâve just given birth. I donât care about tradition when it comes to this. This is what Iâm doing, and I really feel like itâs the first step in taking a stand about him not being some kind of public property.â
He didnât know she felt that way about any of that, nearly every word she said news to him, but he gets it, supports it. If thatâs what Emma wants for this, thatâs what theyâll do. Heâs never quite understood that tradition anyways, and he likes the idea of a more private celebration with just them and their families while Emma heals and they adjust to the terrifying process of being parents for the first time.
âIâm not sure we can do that, dear.â
âWhat?â His head snaps over to his dad, trying to process the words. âYou literally just said that how we feel is more important than any duty we have.â
âBut that we need to stick to the important traditions, yes. New family members are an important tradition.â
âBrennan,â Emma grits, her voice strained as she tries to keep it friendly, âI respect our family and all of the traditions we have, but I am not some kind of human machine whoâs only here to produce babies. Yes, of course this is a big deal, but itâs a big deal for us as a personal family, not as some part of the institution. You can still put the sign up, make any and all announcements you want. Hell, Iâll release a picture if we have to, but all Iâm asking is that weâre allowed to leave and travel home in peace.â
âI agree, dad. I mean, really. Of all of the things we break and bend, of all of the things we change, surely you can let this one thing go? Itâs not hundreds of years ago where people are faking pregnancies and paternities to keep the line intact, which was ridiculous then. I think letting family be family is the most important thing, donât you?â
âAye, itâs justâŠyouâll have to forgive me.â Brennan runs his hand over his face, visibly warring something within himself, the lines on his face stressing. âYou were right earlier when you said things are different now. These are not things that I really went through with you, not as prevalent as you. Emma, dear, Iâm sorry. I donâtâŠI shouldnât have ever considered making you do something youâre not comfortable with. I love you dearly, and you and Killian know whatâs best here, not me.â
âI donât want to disappoint you,â Emma says, getting up from the couch and sitting down on the edge of the coffee table so that she can squeeze Brennanâs hand. âYou are so brilliant, and you uphold this family so well. I know that Iâm different, that it was difficult to accept me, but change can be good, you know?â
âI know.â
Brennan stays for a little while longer, hashing out a few more details with them before accepting a cup of tea and some food, finally listening to them talk about their holiday all the while scratching behind Indyâs ears, her eyes closed in bliss the entire time. Itâs peaceful, relaxing, and he feels his shoulders loosen the longer the conversation goes on, Emmaâs laughter and joyful voice sounding throughout the room. In the back of his mind, though, he keeps replaying the conversation, thinking of everything he said, everything they all said, and heâs amazed it all went as smoothly as it did, surprised that his father acquiesced to their private exit from the hospital so easily. He had no idea that Emma wanted that, and he wonders how long sheâs been toying with the idea, how many late nights sheâs spent worrying about bringing it up. He knows she didnât just think of it now, that it wasnât spur of the moment, and he tries to remind himself to ask her about it later, to make sure that thereâs nothing else sheâs hoarding inside.
She goes through enough, has gone through enough over the years, and she shouldnât feel like she has to hold things back from him.
But he saves his thoughts for later, letting his dad leave and letting Emma take a nap, her eyes falling shut without her even laying down on the couch. He wakes her before she can get into too deep of a sleep, though, knowing that itâll hurt her back, and helps her go upstairs to their room, ignoring the curses sheâs muttering under her breath about him waking her up. While she sleeps, he goes downstairs to his office, answering emails and clearing out his inbox that he left alone while they were in Spain.
Summer is normally a slow time for them, June and July full of engagements while August is usually taken off to spend in Balmoral. Emmaâs due in September, though, a few days after his birthday, and sheâs not working after August begins. He is, though, doing his regular work and making a few short trips, making sure never to never travel more than three hours away in case he needs to be home.
But that doesnât mean he doesnât have things to do now, organizing his files and reviewing the financials for Kidding a Goal until Indy comes walking into his office, her nails clicking against the wood until sheâs staring up at him with her mouth wide open, tongue practically falling out of her mouth. He checks his watch and sees that itâs far past seven. Heâs surprised she didnât come and get him two hours ago.
âYou ready to eat, my girl?â
That gets her tail wagging before she takes off, running toward the kitchen at such a pace that sheâs probably there before he even gets up from his chair. Sure enough, sheâs already waiting next to her bowl like the most well-behaved dog in the world, which is not something he expected when he and Emma decided to get a dog last year. But sheâs done well, their training working most of the time, but Indy does have the tendency to lick his face when heâs sleeping. Heâs not a fan of that.
But sheâs his best bud and a constant companion on his runs, so it all evens out.
After feeding her, he hears footsteps coming down the stairs, Emma wandering into the kitchen with sleep-rumpled hair and pillow streaks on her face, her pajama top falling off of one shoulder. She immediately heads toward the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and some yogurt before settling down on a barstool.
âHowâd you sleep?â
She grunts in response, opening her yogurt and eating a large spoonful. âI hate being pregnant sometimes.â
âSo not well then?â
âNope. I felt like my guts were all being squeezed out, but do you know whoâs not moving now that Iâm awake and out of bed?â
âAndy.â
âYep.â
She keeps eating her yogurt, quickly finishing it up before getting another carton. He should probably fix something for dinner so she doesnât consume the entire yogurt supply in their fridge.
âHey, sweetheart?â
âYeah?â she mumbles, pulling her spoon out of her mouth and looking up at him, her hair deflating the slightest bit from when she came down.
âYou want to tell me what that was earlier? With my dad. When did you decide you didnât want to do the public announcement?â
âOh, um, I first thought about it a few weeks ago, but it was really driven home after last week. Why? You have an issue with it?â
âNo,â he laughs, leaning down across from her and propping his elbows on the counter. âI think itâs bloody brilliant, that you are brilliant. I like that you want to do things your wayâŠour way. Itâs very sexy.â âOh boy, if youâre looking to get laid right now that is not happening.â
âWell damn. Now I have no reason to compliment you.â
âShut up,â she groans, tossing her spoon over into the sink, the metal clanking. âBut seriously, youâre okay with all that, right?â
âOf course. I want you to do what makes you comfortable. Iâm not the one giving birth.â
âDamn right. I think Iâm going to give your dad a heart attack though.â
âAye, definitely. I know heâs trying and heâs being accommodating, but I could practically see the fear of breaking traditions rolling off of him in anxiety-filled waves. But heâs seventy-three. Some things just arenât going to change.â
âSo basically we hit the jackpot today?â
âYep.â He walks over to the fridge, opening it up and seeing what they have left over from before they left. âWhat do you want for dinner?â
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âBloody buggering hell,â he curses, bringing his thumb to his mouth and soothing where he just jammed his finger on the wood.
Building a crib should not be this difficult, but it apparently is. Heâs been following the instructions exactly, making sure that each piece is doubly secure, and heâs not sure how itâs taking this long. He should be finished, this crib should be made, and he should be able to move onto the shelves or Emmaâs glider that she was insistent on them getting.
Heâs spent more time in this room in the past month than he has in any other room in the house, June somehow running away with itself all while heâs been hidden away within these four walls. It took a month and a half for he and Emma to decide on a simple light gray, one that heâs pretty sure is also in their bedroom, but honestly, once they both agreed on the color (likely because they have agreed on it once before), he wasnât going to say anything else. He did pick out the gray-ish blue thatâs on the wall with the shelves (or at least where theyâll go once he gets to them), so heâs pretty proud of it.
Neither he or Emma are much one for designing, though they have gotten a bit more into it since the remodel of the apartment, but heâs pretty proud of how Andyâs room is shaping up, even if the lad will stay in the bassinet in their room for awhile. Itâs a simple room, clean lines and clean colors. All of the furniture are different shades of white and warm browns, woods really, with natural accents. Abigail gifted them a large wooden giraffe along with some leaf and animal prints, so those are sitting in the corner waiting to be placed after all of this furniture is built.
His favorite part, though, is definitely going to be the little sitting area by the shelves and the changing table. Heâs not under any impression that this is going to be a calm room, a place to relax, but he figures there have to be times when heâs rocking Andy back to sleep in that very spot, the shelves filled with colorful childrenâs books thatâll become routine reading one day as well as being filled with several stuffed animals and photo frames that he canât wait to update with pictures. Of course, the cabinets below will be filled with the essentials, the things no one likes to talk about like diapers and nipple cream (that was something Emma did not want to know about, and he honestly doesnât blame her), but theyâre definitely still in the dreamy, picture perfect nursery phase where the messiness of a child isnât quite a factor.
Really to him, as much as he knows this is real, as much as he sees the physical proof, feels the physical proof (which holy shit is it incredible to be able to feel his son move), itâs still difficult for him to comprehend that in two months he and Emma will have a child. Itâs something theyâve talked about for years, something they were planning on, but itâs difficult to put into words just how much love he has for his son.
And his wife.
Sheâs a rockstar in every sense of the word, and if he doesnât mention it enough, Emma sure as hell will. He loves her fiercely, and that love is another thing that he canât quite put into words. He honestly doesnât understand men who moan and groan about their wives constantly. If anything, he finds it disgusting. Yes, youâre going to have disagreements with your significant other. Thatâs natural when you decide to spend your life with someone who has their own wants, needs, and opinions, but at the end of the day, his wife is his best friend. If thereâs anyone he wants to spend time with, itâs her. No question.
If the answer to who your best friend isnât your spouse or the person youâre marrying, he doesnât understand why the hell youâd bother getting married. His mates are great, but theyâre not Emma.
Maybe he is a bit of the cheeseball that Emma always claims him to be, but he likes it that way.
Heâs definitely going to embarrass his kids. All of the time. He canât wait. Heâs got a few years, but he canât wait.
âYou know we can hire someone to do this, right?â Emma asks, a bit of laughter in her tone that makes him roll his eyes. His best friend, most definitely. The teasing is just a small part of that.
âAye, but Iâve started it, and I intend on finishing it.â âOkay, but the crib doesnât need to fall apart while thereâs a baby inside of it, and the glider doesnât need to fall apart while Iâm sitting on it. Thatâs, like, a double disaster, and I know you lived by yourself for a long time, but Iâm pretty sure youâre not capable of that anymore.â
âOh, really? Because I was just going to make them as unsafe as possible so that I could live by myself again. I miss being able to stretch out in the bed.â
âYouâre so funny,â she teases from the other side of the nursery where sheâs putting away the washed clothes in the closet, organizing them by size. He swears they have enough clothes to last Andy for the first two years of his life, and thatâs not counting the piles of things he knows David and Mary Margaret have at their house. âI think I may have bought him too much stuff. I donât even think I own this many things.â
âYou donât mess your clothes up multiple times a day.â
âGood point.â
âI tend to make those.â
âEh. Debatable.â
âNot at all debatable.â He turns back to the crib, looking at the instructions to see if he can remember where he left off before Emma distracted him. âShit, this is impossible.â
âI can call my dad, babe. It wonât be a problem. Heâs a bit handier than you.â
âPlease, I am plenty handy.â
âOkay, well being handy with me is not the same as being handy when it comes to building things.â
âIf we call your dad, heâs going to take over. I want to do some of this myself.â
âI will tell Dad just to help. Come on, babe, you love spending time with my dad.â
âOnly now that he doesnât give me the scary speeches anymore.â
âYeah, I bet those were a lot of fun.â
âI mean, itâs been a solid half a decade since Iâve gotten one, but he still shakes me to my core.â
He hears Emma laugh, snort really, before she makes her way over to him, slowly settling down on the floor next to him and waving her hand until he gives her the instructions. She looks over them while looking at the crib, her eyes continuously darting between the two.
âYou put part G in backwards. Thatâs why nothing after that is fitting.â
âBloody hell,â he curses, reaching over and taking the instructions from her hand and checking to see if she really did just solve his problem, âhow did you see that when Iâve been staring at it for the past hour?â
âFresh eyes, my love. Fresh eyes.â She leans forward and kisses his cheek before falling back against the wall. âAnd thatâs exactly why calling my dad and asking him to come over in the morning will be a great idea. I bet Mom will want to come too, and she does a mean job with a power drill.â
So Emma calls her parents who agree to come over in the morning. On top of moving, theyâve also begun to change around the hours of the pub, opening it earlier and letting Will close it out at night. And itâs because of this that they show up at eight in the morning, he and Emma both still asleep when their doorbell rings. Emma groans when she hears it, burying her face into his chest and making it impossible for him to get up without disturbing her. He can feel Andy summersaulting around in her belly, and he smiles to himself knowing that sheâs going to have get up. She canât sleep when heâs moving around like that.
He canât sleep when Emmaâs basically running marathons in bed, but thatâs not something heâs going to voice out loud. He can get up and sleep in a guest room if he needs to. Emma canât get up and walk away from the person whoâs running marathons in her stomach.
Thereâs two human feet inside of her. Thatâs pretty weird if he thinks about it too much.
Okay, so really weird.
Slowly but surely he gets out of bed, letting Emma flip over into his spot, and heads downstairs to open the front door. David and Mary Margaret have a key, but they never use it, always waiting for either he or Emma to open the door for them, which he appreciates after one too many times having them walk in on he and Emma.
âHi,â he greets, opening the door and ushering them inside. âEmmaâs still asleep, but Iâm sure sheâll wake up soon. Do you guys want some breakfast?â
âWe ate at home, sweetie,â Mary Margaret greets, giving him a quick hug before David does the same. âSo Emma said you guys were having some issues in the nursery.â
âI believe that it was more like Killian not being able to put together a crib in under three weeks.â
âSo funny, Dave,â he bites, rolling his eyes and locking the door. âI did eventually figure it out. I just think this mid-July heat is obviously getting to me. Or maybe nerves. Iâm not too sure.â
âWell, letâs go help then. Weâve got to be at the pub at two, but I think we should be able to get things done.â
After he fixes himself some coffee, not nearly as wide awake as David and Mary Margaret, they head upstairs and begin working in the nursery, assembling the shelves and drilling them into the walls in half the time that it would have taken he and Emma had they done this by themselves. So maybe help isnât all bad. Before Emma even wakes up, they have the shelves installed and pictures securely nailed on the wall. There are books already being stacked, stuffed animals and knick knacks being placed, and all of the fun nipple creams and breast pumps being placed in the cabinet.
Theyâre working on the glider when Emma finally wanders in, her hair falling out of its band so that half of it spills down her back while the other half is piled on top of her head, and sheâs got her glasses on, something she only does when her eyes feel too puffy to put her contacts in.
âHey, sweetheart,â David greets, finishing tightening the screw heâs working on before getting up to embrace Emma. âHow are you feeling?â
âRough today. I think the little dudeâs a giant or something because he crushes my lungs and my bladder at the same time. So I canât breathe, and I have to pee. So, yeah, itâs fun.â
âIâm sorry.â
âThanks, dad. It looks fantastic in here. You guys have done so much. I feel like weâre not going to have anything to do in the next two months if we finish all of this.â
âThatâs kind of the point, love.â
âYeah,â she yawns, covering her mouth, âI know. Mom, do you want to come and rest with me in my room? My back hurts today, and I just canât sit on the floor in here with you guys.â âOf course, hon,â Mary Margaret answers, walking away from the closet and stepping over to Emma before she rubs up and down her back. âAre you sure you donât want Killian to join you? David and I would be fine to work on our own.â
âNo, itâs fine. I bug him all day, and Iâm kind of thinking that you can paint my toes for me or we can watch movies or something. Itâs been awhile since weâve done that.â
âText me if you need me, love,â he tells Emma, his eyes tracing over her in a bit of concern. Itâs difficult watching her be uncomfortable or miserable on some days when he literally canât do anything about it.
âYeah, babe, I will.â
Emma and Mary Margaret walk out of the room, their voices fading away as they walk into their bedroom one room over, and heâs left with just David who promptly gets back to work finishing building the chair. Music plays in the background, an eightiesâ playlist he thinks, and it doesnât take longer before the chair is completely together and heâs sitting in it testing it out. Itâs comfortable, probably one of the best seats they have in the house, and he can definitely understand why Emma insisted on this one after shopping around a bit.
âHow does someone so small have so much stuff?â
âMy child is twenty-eight years old, we donât even live in her childhood home anymore, and I swear things of hers still pop up all of the time.â
âThatâs likely because Emma leaves everything all over the place.â
He folds his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and rocking back and forth while Cherry Bomb plays in the background, which is definitely not a nursery appropriate song. Or maybe it is. Who needs Mozart when you can have The Runaways?
âSo is Emma like that every day?â
âLike what?â he asks, popping an eye open to look at David whoâs sitting against the shelves, which canât be good for his back. God, how old is he getting if his first concern is for someone elseâs back?
âExhausted.â
âNo, not every day. Sheâs usually got a hell of a lot of energy, even if thereâs always a nap. I think she had a restless night. Sheâll tell me like it is, though. If sheâs having a bad day, sheâll let us know.â âWhat about you?â
âWell, I donât have a baby crushing my lungs and my bladder.â
âTrue,â David laughs, running his hands through his short hair. Killian swears itâs gotten more gray in the past year, the blonde nearly disappearing. David is only fifty-two, so heâs not exactly older. Hell, if it werenât for the wrinkles on his forehead and the gray hairs outnumbering the blonde, heâd look much younger. âBut I remember being a dad for the first time. Itâs terrifying, so youâre allowed to be scared.â
âI am. ItâsâŠâ He reaches up and scratches behind his ear, his hair getting long enough that he knows he needs to get a haircut soon. âEmma and I try to make sure that we keep up our normal routines, that we have our normal conversations without talking too much about the baby, but itâs kind of hard, you know? Itâs like weâll be talking about going out to eat and two minutes later weâre making a list of middle names or speculating if heâs going to look more like me or Emma.â
âI know. But itâs an exciting time, Killian. There will never be anything like it, and if you want to talk about the fact that youâre having a kid, you should. You and Emma have been together for so long, and I really donât think your relationship is going to struggle if youâre not sitting around making references no one else understands for hours on end.â
âOi,â he protests, resisting the urge to pick up the toy elephant next to him and throw it at David, âthat is your daughter youâre mocking, and she can still kick your ass.â
âTrust me, I know. Who do you think raised her to be like that?â
âMary Margaret.â
âYouâre walking a thin line.â
He winks at David, his lips ticking up on the right into a smirk. âI know. You and Mary Margaret did such a good job, still do such a good job, and even with all of the times youâve messed up â â
â â which is a lot more often than even Emma has probably told you.â
âI justâŠyouâre a good dad, Dave. To Emma, to me. I hope I can do half as good as a job.â
âYouâll be great, Killian.â David smiles at him, something genuine, and Killianâs reminded of how much David really has impacted his life in all of the best ways. âI promise. And as much as I love you, I do love my little girl more, and sheâs going to be amazing. Sheâs alwaysâŠsheâs never been too open to a lot of people, but the people she loves, she loves so fiercely, you know? And sheâs already doing so well at being a mom. Sheâll call me at nights, and I can just hear the happiness and excitement in her voice. At the end of the day, thatâs all you want, you know? For your kid to be healthy and happy.â
âYeah, I know.â He smiles to himself, thinking of how happy he is. âAlso, how dare you imply that you love your own daughter more than me. I thought I meant more to you than that. I thought we had something special, man.â
âI can still give you hell. Iâd watch yourself.â
He and David finish up in the nursery for the next few hours until David and Mary Margaret have to go to work, leaving after the three of them eat lunch down in the kitchen, Emma staying upstairs for a nap. When the Nolans are gone and heâs finished eating, he heads upstairs, bypassing the nursery and walking into their bedroom where Emma is sitting up on the bed watching TV.
âYour toes look nice,â he compliments, grabbing onto her big toe and moving it back and forth. âDo you feel any better?â
âYeah,â she sighs, twisting onto her back and scooting up the bed, âitâs just one of those days, you know? Iâm not usually this miserable.â
âI know, but itâs okay to have bad days, love.â
âCome here,â she tells him, crooking her fingers and motioning toward him before she turns on her side and wraps her arms around her pillow. He does as she asks, kicking off his sneakers and crawling up into the bed, the mattress moving against his weight until heâs pressed up behind her, his knee stuck between her thighs and his arm wrapped around her waist while the other rests above her head. This is how sheâs been comfortable lately, and he canât say he minds. âDid you guys get a lot done?â
âAye, itâs almost all finished.â He moves her hair off of her neck, placing a kiss there before resting his chin on her shoulder. âIt just needs your finishing touches, I think.â
âAnd we have to unpack all of the boxes that are in the guest room and put them away in the closet.â âThat too, but weâve got time, Emma.â She hums, and he can feel the vibrations as well as Andy moving around under his touch, the movements following how he taps his fingers. âHas he been active today?â
âNot since I woke up, but he always responds to your voice.â âYeah, he recognizes me?â
âOf course, you talk so damn much. How could he not?â
He turns his head and presses a kiss against her jaw, biting a bit just to tease her. âYou are not a very nice woman, my love.â
âOh please, Iâm, like, the seventh nicest person you know.â
âSeventh?â
âI figured it was conceited to put me at number one.â
âPossibly.â He moves his hand against her stomach again, snaking his fingers up under her pajama top so that he can feel the warmth of her skin. âSo he really does get more active when I talk?â
âYeah, itâs pretty weird to think about, but itâs true. He likes when you talk. I think itâs because youâre a much better story teller than me.â âI mean, obviously.â
âAnd that heâs probably just glad to hear someone else besides me. Imagine being stuck with someone for nine months. Good God.â
âWell, Iâm stuck with you for forever. Good God.â
She groans and curses him under his breath before she scoots over and turns in his arms, slowly but surely moving to face him. âDonât be an asshole. Also, so I was talking to mom today, and she wants to be called Mimi. I think Dad wants to be called Papa, which I like as long as thatâs not what you want. I know thatâs what some kids call their dads.â
âAye, itâs what Lizzie calls Liam, which is weird since Alex doesnât do that. But Iâm okay with dad or daddy, so David can be called Papa.â
âYeah, I kind of like it. Mimi and Papa. And then your parents are Gammy and Grandpa, right? Thatâs what Alex and Lizzie call them.â
âAye, but I know Mom didnât want to be Gammy. Itâs just what happened. She says it makes her feel old.â
âYour mom is not old.â
âI know, but considering your parents are barely fifty while my parents are in their sixties and seventies, it doesnât help.â
âIâll tell my parents to get older then.â
He smiles at her before closing his eyes and settling into his pillow, letting his head sink down into the softness. Itâs calming in here, the lights turned off and curtains closed while the ceiling fan hums a steady rhythm above them. He could fall asleep like this even if heâs not the biggest fan of naps, always somehow ending up groggy when he wakes up, and it doesnât help with the way that Emma is playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers scratching into his scalp.
âAre you working tomorrow?â
He pops an eye open, looking at Emma and smiling when her nail hits a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. âAye, Iâve got the Investiture ceremony at ten. Why?â
âJust wondering. I was thinking we could go somewhere. Just us. Maybe take Indy to Berkshire and let her run around, spend some time outside.â âWe can do it in the afternoon, if you want. I think the weather is supposed to be nice.â
âYeah,â she sighs, leaning forward and sliding her lips over his for a brief moment, âI think that would be nice.â
The next day after heâs finished with the ceremony, he hurries home, changing out of his suit and into shorts and a t-shirt, slipping a baseball cap onto his head and grabbing something to eat for lunch while Emma does the same, her hair falling out of the back of her hat in a long ponytail. Theyâve got all day, but the afternoonâs weather is pleasant enough that heâd like to go now so they can stop by a cafĂ© for dinner, even if thatâs the absolute last thing that Thomas will want them to do.
They want their privacy, but they should be able to go out to dinner.
So he and Emma load up into his car, letting Indy sit in the backseat with the window rolled down so she can feel the mid-July breeze blow through her fur. It doesnât take long to get to Windsor, pulling into their parking garage less than thirty minutes later, and instead of going inside like theyâd usually do, he hooks Indy up to her leash while Emma grabs some water bottles and they head to the private gardens, avoiding the visitors wandering around on tours.
As much as he prefers the spring, mild July days are near the top of his list of favorite things. Everything is brighter, more pleasant. The grass is actually greener, the flowers contrasting against their background to create a landscape of whites and shades of purple, while everything is covered in a clear blue sky, only a few white clouds scattered throughout. New life blooms, and he gets to be the one to appreciate it, to revel in it. England can be so dreary sometimes, the weather somehow reflecting the moods of most people on their morning commute to work, so he appreciates when itâs not. Heâs always loved the outdoors, and if thereâs any complaint he has about his home, itâs the small private garden that they have to themselves. Heâd like something larger, more space to run around, and sometime in the future, he and Emma plan to spend more time in Bucklebury so that they have the privacy.
Thatâs what theyâve decided on since returning from Spain last month. Thereâs been more lengthy, draining discussions with his parents and their security team than heâs ever wanted, and as much as he feels like they havenât really accomplished anything, he knows itâs a slow process. Of course, there are drawbacks to every positive. Theyâre still going to have to spend most of their time at Kensington. Itâs closer to their work, to their families. Hell, Emmaâs parents just bought a house so that they could have the ability to spend time with their grandchild, and now theyâre going to move away from them. Itâs less than an hour drive, but itâs not nearly as close as they currently are.
But everyone understands, and they donât plan on moving any time soon, not until Andyâs a bit older. They want to be near all of their loved ones when heâs younger, and theyâve spent so much time working on their home, making it exactly how they want. Itâd be difficult to leave full time, so itâll be nice to have the option of both.
Itâll be even nicer to give Andy the most normal life that they can possibly give him.
Emma whistles next to him, her fingers between her lips, while Indy runs back to them from where they let her loose. She was about five seconds away from jumping into a pond full of fish, and as much as theyâd usually let her swim, they donât need to have a wet dog with them for the rest of the day. So she runs back to them as quickly as she can, her legs leaping in the air with her black and white fur bouncing the slightest bit. Heâs convinced that she shouldnât be able to be that quick, but sheâs still just a young dog, less than a year old, and though her legs will get longer, he doesnât think sheâll ever be full of this much energy again.
If she is, he and Emma are definitely in over their heads.
With the dog.
Heâs going to choose to not think of what itâll be like with a toddler than can run and a dog that he can run after.
After she calms from her almost pond dive, Indy walks along in front of the two of them, occasionally wandering off the stone path to sniff around in the plants, nearly tearing up several flowers until they call her back to keep walking. They stay wandering for a little over two hours, not caring where exactly theyâre going or if theyâre circling back around in the same spots. Indy and Emma get tired around the same time, so they settle down onto a stone bench with a patio cover thatâs next to another small pond.
In the distance, he can see the Chapel where they were married, the steeple rising up above the other buildings and stone walls, and he smiles to himself thinking of that day. In the grand scheme of things, he knows that when it comes to he and Emma, as important as it was, they had so many smaller, inconsequential days that he holds just as fondly in his heart.
But that was a pretty damn good day.
He stretches his arm out over the back of the bench, wrapping it around Emmaâs shoulder and tangling his fingers into the ends of her ponytail while she leans her head on his shoulder, the bill of her hat hitting him in the chin for a brief moment. Heâs glad she suggested them getting away from London for a little bit, for suggesting that they change up the routine and spend a day enjoying summer, especially since theyâre missing out on Scotland with the rest of the family.
A month in the same place as everyone is likely a bit long, anyways. He loves his family, but thatâs a lot for anyone.
âI love you, you know?â Emma asks out of nowhere, her gaze never falling away from the rippling of the water in front of them, a fish leaping up out of the water while the lily pads float around.
He squeezes her shoulder, rubbing up and down her arm and kissing her head even if she canât feel it through the hat. âI know. I love you too.â
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