#he needs a stress reliever and i’m just the woman for the job

[torawro]

you know who else looked good this season ……..

[solarhysm]

DUST OF US - 02

> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.

> pairing: Jungkook x reader

> genre: romance, ex to lovers au

> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!

> word count: 3.2k

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

You lift your eyes to him. Your conversation had already been weird, but you hadn’t expected him to drop a bomb like that. What are you supposed to reply to that? Instead, you stare at him, not knowing what to say or what to do. He seems like he’s waiting for an answer, but you don’t have any for him.

“I’m sorry,” is all that came out of your mouth.

“For what?” he asks as you take a deep breath, looking at the floor and nervously chewing your bottom lip.

“For wasting four years of your life.” You raise your shoulders before waiting for a reaction from him. But instead, he starts to chuckle, shaking his head.

“Is that what you think of us? That our…” He pinches his lips, searching for an alternative to ’love' “our relationship was a waste?”

“I don’t know. We were kids,” you reply, as his eyes seem to burn the side of your face before you see him take a few steps back.

Do you think your relationship was a waste? No. He was your first love. You experienced all your first times with him. First date, first time, first heartbreak. Jungkook sighs, shaking his head.

“I loved you,” is all that could slip from his lips as your eyes finally met his.

 “I loved you too,” you whisper, feeling your throat clenching. And your words seem to comfort him a little. He needed to hear it. Even if you had told him multiple times back then.

“I…I’m going to be around more often.” He informs you, with one hand in his pocket and the other pulling the beer to his lips. “I don’t want us to be like all those exes who hate each other. Can we be friends?”

You never thought you would hear him say that one day. But you’re relieved. Between you, Jungkook was always the most mature.

“Do you think we can be friends?” You ask, arching a brow as he chuckles, raising his shoulders.

“We both moved on.” The tattooed man tilts his head.

“You literally just asked me to give you the reason for our breakup from 7 years ago." You roll your eyes, but he simply smiles.

“I’m curious.” He takes a step closer. “I just want to understand where I did it wrong for you to leave me without an explanation. Was it because of my snoring?” He jokes to lighten the mood, and you give him an amused look.

“I used to fall asleep to your snoring,” you retort with a slight smile.

“You’re the first girl— woman who’s not bothered about it.” he chuckles, shrugs, and sits on the grass. You imitate him, leaning against the wall next to him.

People can be annoyed by the snoring, but you have always liked his. The first week after your breakup, you didn’t sleep well with the silence surrounding you. Seven years later, you still leave the TV on at night.

“So… friends?” He asks, tilting his head in your direction. You hesitate for a few seconds before taking the hand he is offering and giving it a squeeze.

“Friends.”

 “How’s your work?” It must be stressful to have so many responsibilities as a shop owner.” Jungkook tries to start a conversation, and you know you need to keep it going since he took the first step.

“I’m…grateful. I worked hard to do what I love.” You reply, pushing your dress down as you try to find a comfortable position without showing your private parts to the few guests around. Jungkook noticed, and he took off his jacket to cover your legs, even though you tried to refuse. That’s just how he was—genuinely kind without ulterior motives, “Thanks,” you mumble. “What about you?”

“I fixed some computers for grannies,” he nods, both of you laughing softly. “I applied for a job at the government, but self-employment is quite tempting. I'm not suited for a 9-5 job.”

"You were never built for that," you shake your head. Taking a sip of your champagne, you grimace, and leave the bottle between the two of you

“Tell me about it.” He laughs, finishing his beer. “I need to settle down properly before thinking of working for myself.”

“Where are you staying at the moment?”

 “Jimin’s.” He raises his shoulders. “I do jobs here and there, as I said. But my degrees are not just for decoration. I’d better find a good use for it.”

“I can’t believe you really found studies to be a hacker,” you laugh as he looks at you, amused.

“I’m a pentester,” he corrects you, earning eye rolls from you.  

“You’re hacking people to see if their security works. That’s the same.”

“Except, I do it legally.” He teases, lifting his finger.

“Right. That changes everything.” You add sarcastically, not feeling his admiring eyes on you. “At least you do your dream job.”

“I do.”

“We should go back to the party,” you suggest sighing and getting up as Jungkook hums, mirroring you. You hand him back his jacket, saying, “Thanks for that,” and he nods.

“No need to thank me,” he replies, pulling it back on his shoulders as you two walk to the door. “Hey. Do you offer a discount for new friends?”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, your eyes falling on his inked forearm.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Just some filling and a few colorings,” he explains, showing you the blank space between his tattoos. “My old tattoo artist sucked. I’m looking for a new one.”

Some part of you knew he was just making excuses, as his tattoos were perfectly fine. They need a few fillings, as he said, but otherwise, they look great.

“I double the price for the exes, actually.” You retort, and he laughs.

“Damn, Nabi, who hurts you?” He jokes, and you roll your eyes before freezing at the nickname. A few of your friends call you Nabi. The ones who are close. Hearing it from him makes your stomach almost drop. He doesn’t seem to see it. And it was for the better.

“Ask Jimin for the shop’s address. I’ll see what I can do for you.” You mumble, and he nods, pulling down his sleeves. “I need to go back to the bride. You know how dramatic Hyesun can be. She’ll think I abandoned her.”

“Right. Thanks, Y/N. I really... enjoyed our conversation.” He says sincerely, earning a slight smile from you.

“Me too. See you around... friend.” You wave at him before walking back to your friend group.

You sit next to Hyesun at Namjoon’s coffee shop. They were back from their honeymoon a few days ago, Hwan and you wanted to know everything about it. They went to Jeju and spent a whole week lovey-dovey.

“So, the next step is kids?” Hwan asks, crossing her legs as Hyesun almost choked on her iced coffee.

 “Damn, Hwan, do you really think that marriage and kids are linked or what?” Hyesun groans. She gives a look to her husband, who’s behind his counter, offering his best smile to a client before catching her eyes and blowing her a kiss. “No, maybe after my thirties, but we want to enjoy each other as much as we can.”

“In other terms, they want to fuck on the kitchen’s counter like animals for as long as possible,” You muse, as she smirks and slaps your shoulder.

“Don’t laugh too much, miss, you still have some explanation to do.” Hyesun scolds you as you frown a little.

“About what?”

“About what?” Hyesun repeats. “Maybe how you disappeared with your ex in the middle of my wedding reception and came back with him, giggling and heart eyed.

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your black coffee.

“That’s pretty exaggerated.” You sigh as Hwan looks at the both of you, lost. Hwan joined your friends' group three years ago. She doesn’t know anything about your story with Jungkook. And Hyesun smirks, pulling her chair closer to your mutual friend.

“I don’t understand,” Hwan chuckles.

“Yeah, you weren’t there, but that lady here was in a long-term relationship a few years ago." Hyesun muses as you lean back in your chair, shaking your head. “She was supposed to be the one getting married before any of us.”

“Y/N?” Hwan frowns, not believing Hyesun.

“Yeah, Y/N.” Hyesun nods, “Hard to believe, right?”

“Yeah. I have never seen her with anyone since I have known her.” Your red-haired friend laughs as you scrunch your nose, amused.

“Can you focus on your marriage instead of talking about old stories?” You arch a brow, giving her a look.

“No, no, I want to know.” Hwan shushed you, shaking her hand in front of my face. “What happened? Why are they not together anymore?”

 “Y/N is a self-sabotaging type of person.” Hyesun grimaces, “Jungkook was ready to offer her the moon if she asked for it.”

“Gosh…” You sigh, but your two friends interrupt you as you continue to sip your coffee.

“They have been dating since high school. How old were you when he asked you to be his girlfriend?” Hyesun turns to you as you wet your lips.

“Seventeen.”

“Right. They were like the couple goal back then.” Your best friend continues, while Hwan is listening attentively. “Jungkook always shouted out to the world that he was going to spend his life with her.”

“We were kids.”

“Shut up,” Hyesun says, stopping you as you chuckled. “Everyone knew from the moment you two started spending time together that you were meant to be.”

“Then why did you break up with him?” Hwan frowns. “You fell out of love?”

You take a deep breath and shrug. “No.” Was all you could reply, chewing the inside of your cheek, “I loved him when I ended things,” you add as both of your friends wait for your next words. “Oh my god... I broke up with him because he was about to leave for Japan, and I couldn’t follow him. Our relationship ended there. That’s it.”

 “Japan is just two hours away from here. Jungkook would have made it work, and you know that.” Hyesun gives you a deadpan stare.

“He was going to be there for 5-6 years.” You retort, frowning. “What was I supposed to do? Wait for him here? What if our relationship couldn’t make it through the long distance? What if he started seeing someone there and I was unaware of it?”

“You and I both know that the Jungkook from that time would rather cut his dick off than cheat on you.” Hyesun defends Jungkook as you roll your eyes. “He’ll most likely cheat on his new girlfriend with you, rather than cheating on you with others.”

“You’re so stupid sometimes, Y/N.” Hwan shakes her head as you cover your face in embarrassment. “Now we’ll never know because you’re a scary little thing who’s too afraid to take a risk for her own comfort.”

“Are you really teaming up against me?” You chuckle, crossing your arms under your chest. You weren’t surprised by how harsh they can be. It’s how your friendship with these girls works. At least you know they’re genuine and not sugarcoating everything.

“I’m sorry, but have you seen that guy? I wouldn’t give up on him, even if he was a huge dickhead.” Hwan adds, and Hyesun nods behind her shoulder. “Shit.. I wanted to ask for his number, but since you have a too huge connection with him, I’ll just… watch him… from afar.”

“You still can, he’s single,” You raise an eyebrow, her face contorting into a grimace.

“Y/N, sweetie,” Hwan shakes her head, “He’s not a two-week boyfriend of yours. He was the love of your life. So, thank you, but no thank you.” She adds before Hyesun offers her a high-five.

“Anyway, you won’t dodge the question. What happened between you two at the wedding?” Hyesun tilts her head to you, pulling the straw between her lips in a sassy way.

“What do you think happened?” You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Something passionate, maybe a little make out session with wandering hands.” Hyesun raises her shoulders. You burst out laughing and shake your head.

“We simply talked.” You shatter their dreams as the two girls whine. “He asked me to be friends. I said yes.”

They both exchange a look before sipping their drinks silently as you frown. You hate it when they do that.

“What?” You groan, straightening up in your chair, and exclaim, “What?!”

 Hyesun starts by saying “Y/N…” as Hwan giggles.

“Sweetheart, I’ll hold your hand when I say it,” Hwan adds, taking your hand dramatically, covering it with her other hand as she rubs it softly. “No ex stays ‘friends’. Either neither of you has moved on, or one of you is lying about their feelings.”

“Or none of them have loved each other.” Hyesun nods in agreement with Hwan, saying, “But we both know that… well, you both were crazy about each other.”

“So, do you still have feelings for him?”

“What?” You frown, taking your hand off Hwan’s when she asks you that question. “You’re both ridiculous. I don’t have feelings for him anymore. We were friends before we got into a relationship, you know that?”

“That’s not the same,” Hwan says, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, you didn’t taste his dick the first time you two were friends.” Hyesun muses as you groan, pressing your forehead on the table dramatically.

“You know what? Fuck you. Both of you.” You sigh, shaking your head as they both laugh. “I’m sure he only asked me to be his friend to be polite anyway; I haven’t had news from him since the wedding.”

 “Because you’re waiting for his news?” Hwan hums playfully.

“What- No! He wanted me to see what I could do for his tattoos—” you continue but they both give you an amused look. “Alright, shut up. I’m done talking about that.”

You were distracted by your thoughts while cleaning the room after your last client. After a six-hour-long work session, your back aches and your fingers are numb from the tattoo machine's constant buzz. But at least your client left happy with her new thigh tattoo. Spraying some disinfectant on the table, you start to wipe it meticulously.

“Sorry, sir, we’re closing,” you hear Baekhyun’s voice after the front door opened. “You can come back tomorrow; we’re opening at 9.”

“That’s okay, I’m not here to get tattooed,” The other masculine voice says as you straight up, leaving everything on the table and walking to the counter for a better view. "Is Y/N here?”

“It’s okay, Baekhyun, I’ll take care of it,” You add walking past your employee as he nods, “Finish the cleaning in the back.”

Baekhyun frowns, his eyes never leaving your face while you’re taking off your gloves and join Jungkook. He wears a casual, all-black attire, as always, with his whole sleeve tattoo on display and a beanie on his head, from which a few strands of hair fell to his neck.

“Hi,” he offers you a half smile.

“It’s late,” you reply, tilting your head as he chuckles and scratches the back of his head, his arm muscles flexing. Your eyes can’t help but follow the movement.

“The grannies computers,” he jokes, earning a smile from you while Baekhyun frown, noticing the sudden softness in your demeanor.

 Jungkook’s eyes switch from Baekhyun to you a few times as you turn to the other tattoo artist who didn’t move a bit.

“Baek?” You shake your head, as if waiting for him to give you the privacy you asked.

“Oh, yeah, right.” He mumbles, giving Jungkook a last look before going into the room behind the counter, saying, “I’ll be here, if you need me.”

You roll your eyes and step closer to Jungkook, leaning your hip against the counter. “Are the grannies happy?” You ask as he offers you a shy smile and nods.

“A lot.” He confirms, before looking around the tattoo shop. “You decorated it nicely.”

“Thanks. Did you come alone?”

“Hm.”

An awkward silence fills the room before you chuckle, shaking your head.

“So, what can I do for you, Mr. Jeon?” You try to ease the tension by making a gesture with your hand, indicating his body.

“Huh? Oh right. I, uh, the fillings,” He explains clumsily, pulling up his sleeve to show you his entire arm, and you’re surprised at how his tattoos just…make him look hotter.

You step closer again and ask him with a look if you can touch. He slightly nods. Your fingers wrap around his forearm as you twist it to see all the ink on it, spotting every little blank space between his bigger tattoos.

“Your previous tattoo artist was great,” You mumble, too focused to notice his gaze tracing every feature of your face. “That’s not the same… work?” You frown at the way that some designs are rawer.

“The first one did some shitty stuff on my arm,” He whispers, his breath closer to your skin than you thought. You freeze, turning your face and immediately pulling back slightly when your noses almost brush. “The second made up pretty well. But you know what they say? The third time is a charm.”

Your eyes meet his, your fingers still wrapped around his arm as you take a deep breath, trying not to be too obvious about how nervous he’s making you.

“Well, not to be arrogant, but that’s the case,” You reply, and his lips curve into a side smile. “What do you have in mind for the filling?”

“You’re the pro here, I’ll let you decide,” Jungkook declares, your eyes falling back on his arm as you trail your fingers over the empty spaces, earning a shiver from him.

 “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” You lick your lips, “I’ll need to take pictures of your arm to draw what I’ll do…” you add as your eyes fall on the moth on the inside of his arm, darker than the rest of his tattoos, right where the biceps muscle starts.

“Are you free on Saturday?” He asks with a softer voice, tilting his head to catch your eyes.

“I can take the pictures now,” You chuckle nervously.

“For dinner, I mean.” He clarifies as you look at him.

“A date?” You blink, unsure.

“A friendly date,” He corrects you, wetting his lips, as you take a few steps back, bumping your back against the counter, feeling stupid, but he didn’t move. “So?”

Of course, a friendly date. A simple dinner between two adults… two friends.

“Saturday,” You repeat, then nod.

“Saturday,” He lets out a soft chuckle, clearly pleased to see you so flustered. “You can say no tho.”

“No- I mean, yes, a dinner, Saturday.” You shake your head, frowning and catching your phone to take pictures of his arm as he laughs, “When you’re done making fun of me, let me know so I can work properly.” You groan, your camera app open while he smirks, showing off his tattoos for you to snap.

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[astrolynnworld]

stress reliever

pairing: chris x reader

summary: the baby is taking a toll on the readers mental health so chris decides to be her stress reliever

warnings: smut! pregnant reader, mental health, sadness, stress, smut, language, dom chris, reassurance, praise, love, romance

a/n: love me a request

word count: 1,127

life sucks so much lately. everything is a nuisance

i feel like my decisions aren’t mine anymore, everything i do revolves around this baby.

and i can’t help but feel like that’s never gonna change.. because isn’t that what having a kid is like?

putting them first above you at all times because you want them to push for more than you ever could?

it’s all so stressful. i wouldn’t even know the first thing about being a mother, yet i have 4 months until i officially become one.

i can’t even do the things i used to enjoy anymore. all i do is eat, sleep, feel sick, and linger around the house

chris tries his best to keep me active and motivated but nothing has been working

i feel like he can tell that i’ve been so down lately

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“baby come on let’s go for a walk” chris begs

“i don’t want too. i want to stay in bed” i reply

“come on, you’ve been in bed all day. let’s go outside” he responds back

“chris it’s fine, the day is almost over. we don’t need to be outside doing absolutely nothing.” i snap then retract

chris climbs into bed with me

“baby what’s wrong.. honestly” he starts up

i sigh trying to hold back my tears, “i just feel like im not ready to be a mother”

“why would you ever think that baby?” he says softly

“how am i supposed to take care of our baby girl when i can barely take care of myself? i have NOTHING going for myself chris.” i start the sentence to my mini rant

“how will she ever look up to her failure of a mother? the mother with a shitty job, no car, and can’t even make anything of herself” i say starting to cry at this point

“i’m NOT ready to bring a child into my world. im going to be a TERRIBLE mother chris. don’t you see that?” i ask rhetorically while resting my face in my hands

chris grabs my chin, “y/n..”

“don’t chris.” i say

“look at me y/n”

i look up to a soft kind glare plastered on chris’ face

he starts wiping my tears away, “you’re the most beautiful, kindest, honest, loving, hard working woman i know”

“there is not a doubt in my mind that you’re going to be an amazing and incredible mother” he continues

“you’re not afraid speak your mind, you’re so independent, you don’t let any obstacle overcome who you are, and you’re always down for a good challenge”

i let out a soft smile

“i’d be LUCKY if our daughter was anything like you. i’d rather nothing more.”

“do you really mean that?” i ask

“you think our daughter should come out anything like me” he says while laughing

“no..” i chuckle back

“exactly. you don’t see what i see but of course you’re the perfect role model for our daughter, you’re an amazing person y/n. and i know you’re going to be an amazing mother.” he responds back in a smile

i calm down and give chris a hug

“im so grateful that i have you by my side doing this with me” i say as i hug him tighter

i pull away and give him a kiss

“i love you so much y/n” he says before giving me another kiss

then another one..

and another one…

“christopher.” i laugh

“come on” he smiles as he flips me on my back, “your lips are so soft” he dives back into another kiss

he starts kissing down my neck

“chris.. you don’t have to do this” i say as i put up a little resistance

“shh baby, just let me show you how amazing you are” he responds

i nod my head bring my neck up for another kiss on the lips. to which he fulfills

he keeps kissing me as he slides me out of my pants and underwear.

“fuck your pussy is so pretty baby.” he says while rubbing my clit

i let out a slight moan at the warm hand rubbing my juices in

“so wet for me baby” he says as he lifts his hand to taste my juices

“you make me so hard baby”

“chris please..” i whine

“please what baby” he responds

“please fuck me”

“dont need to ask me twice” he chuckles as he whips out his cock

he starts teasing the outside of my pussy with his head

causing me to arch my back into the sheets

“fuck you’re so hot baby. how bad do you want it”

“so bad, please please please put it in baby” i beg

he slides his cock in slowly and i whimper at the feeling of his member filling my hole

“fuck chris. i forget how big you are” i whisper in a whine

he bends his head to meet a kiss on my lips as he starts to slide in and out

“you’re so perfect for me baby, don’t ever forget that.” he says through grunts

“you’re mine. only mine” he continues

i continue to let the praise wash over me as he pounds inside me

“i want you to say it for me baby. say that you’re mine” he says while picking up the pace

“im yours chris” i whimper

“say that you’re my pretty little girl” he demands

“im your pretty little girl chris only yours” i continue to whine

“yes baby. say that you’re an good girl” he continues

“i’m such a good gir- fuck. i’m the best girl”

“yes keep saying it baby, i want to hear you louder” he groans

“i’m a good girl chris. i’m such a good girl. i’m only your good girl. i’m a good girl.” i continue as i feel my orgasm overtake my stomach

chris’ pace quickens as he feels my pussy clench around him

“ooh fuck chris. don’t stop.” i beg him as i ride my high out

“i’m gonna cum too baby” chris cries

“yes baby cum in me. fill me up” i moan out to him

he throws his head up and lets out a loud exhale from his mouth as he releases his all into me

“oh my go- fuck.” says chris

i start chuckling

“what’s so funny” he says as he starts looking down at me

“nothing. i just love you so much” i reply

“well i love you more baby. i hope you never have to question my love for you”

he pulls out of me and helps me up so we can wipe me down and put my clothes on

“i hope that took all your worries and stress away princess” he says as he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead

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a/n- i don’t know if i’m tagging right but @sturnioloenthusiast @littlebookworm803 <3

[soukokuforthesoul]

“oh, yeah, we’re partners!” dazai said, patting the woman’s head reassuringly. “you’re in safe hands.”

“oh, thank god,” the woman breathed, as kunikida watched behind dazai for any movement. “so you two know each other well.”

“yep!” nodding, dazai helped the woman stand, allowing her to lean onto him. her injuries were light, but he was sure the shock of it all might hinder her ability to walk properly. much to his predictions, she wobbled, tilting into his hold.

“sorry,” she said quickly, a moment later. surprisingly, this was to kunikida, rather than dazai.

turning at the apology, kunikida frowned slightly. “huh?”

“i know you two are partners, i’m not trying to get in the way,” she murmured.

unsure what them being partners had to do with anything, kunikida shook his head. “it’s our job, ma’am, and we’ll do our best to do it properly. whatever you must do to keep yourself safe, you should proceed. we’ll adapt to it quickly, so there’s no need to apologize.”

“huh?” this time, it was the woman’s turn to be confused. she glanced at dazai. “ah, i meant… you two are partners, right?”

for a moment, both men simply stared at her. then understanding dawned on dazai’s face and a wide smile formed on his lips—though he did not share his discovery with kunikida, much to his distaste.

“ah! yes, yes, we are,” dazai said much too gleefully. “but not to worry. neither of us mind, else if we did our work would be much harder.”

“oh, alright,” the woman said, relieved, and allowed herself to be guided to safety.

once she was far enough from immediate danger, the two continued where they had left off before they found her, all the while making sure nothing in her vicinity would harm her. kunikida watched dazai’s near-diabolic grin for a moment before asking, “what was that all about?”

“oh, kunikida-kun, did you know that we’re dating?” dazai questioned so calmly that it took a moment for the inquiry to register.

nearly tripping on his own feet, kunikida struggled not to make a fool of himself in his shock. “what?!”

startled by the shout, the woman craned her neck, but finding no obvious source of stress, settled back down. dazai, meanwhile, continued with the mission as steadily as ever, ignoring kunikida’s indignant sputters.

“yes, yes, we’ve been dating since forever! you confessed in your sleep and we’ve been partners ever since,” dazai rambled, checking a discarded gun he’d picked up for bullets. it was empty, and he relaid the information to kunikida all whilst proceeding with his nonsense.

protesting, kunikida followed after him in his pursuit for clarity, almost missing the gun as dazai tossed it over to him for further inspection. he carefully put it away, still bombarding dazai with questions.

“what in the world are you going on about?” he demanded.

“partners, kunikida-kun,” dazai said, abruptly turning and tapping kunikida’s nose in a teacher-like manner, as if urging him to answer his own question. “she said we’re partners, right? and that we are!”

“we’re work partn—“ kunikida began, before pausing. “oh. oh, she misunderstood?”

“yes,” dazai agreed, failing to pat him. “good job, detective kunikida-kun. the case is solved.”

kunikida scowled. “why didn’t you just say—“

dazai interrupted him, waving off kunikida’s irritation. “it was obvious. i didn’t realize you could get so caught off guard that your brain might fly away, but that’s for another time. let’s get this over with and bring the poor lady home so she doesn’t think she’s caused a lovers’ quarrel.”

albeit annoyed, kunikida complied, huffing as he aided dazai in finishing the mission.

the woman, still close enough in proximity to hear them, wondered briefly why dazai hadn’t corrected her once he’d understood. then brushed it off, deciding that if he’d agreed with her, there must be something going on between the two. she went back to waiting patiently, watching them bicker from a distance.

[howlett-n-morgan]

Take Me Home

3. Worthiness

Arthur Morgan x Texas Red!Reader

A/n: Apologies for taking so long in between to repost these chapters, it's almost fashion week and I am CRAMMING everything my ass can handle into the next few weeks lmaooo. pls enjoy and let me know what you think!

Summary: Abigail gains a new friend and gossip partner to chat with over meals, and Pearson has had enough of it. Luckily, Dutch has something lined up and ready to take the kid out of camp.

Warnings: Mild Language, gun violence. Game typical violence. Robbery/heist shenanigans. Fluff and Angst, because who doesn't love that combo? Arthur and reader get into a fight and want to kill each other for like a split second but it ends fine I swear.

WC: 6.1k

“I think I could drop you where you stand.” You were all talk, now, and he knew that… but it still boiled under his skin the way you challenged him.  “You make quite a big to do of yourself… M’guessin’ that’s where most of your reputation came from,” he smirked, but he should know better than to taunt you about those men you shot dead. “Before I got here I barely spoke a word to no one… I got my reputation from shootin’ folks so fast they didn’t have time to repent to God.” 

You’ve taken to a new hobby. You’re not quite sure the word that describes it right, but to explain what it entails, a bit of background needs to be added for understanding. 

Abigail is borderline nine months pregnant. 

John Marston, the everloving man that he is, has taken it upon himself to steer clear of her in the last stages of her pregnancy. 

Given this unfortunate situation, Abigail finds herself eating more and more food to try and relieve the stress. She also finds herself ranting to you about the dimwitted man that impregnated her, because you seem the most open to listening without offering advice. Truth be told, you just enjoy the company of a woman that doesn’t shy away from you, or try to woo you over. It brings about a sense of normalcy. 

Now, in the past weeks that this has been happening, you’ve taken to eating at the same times as Abigail, shoveling more and more into your plate like she does. It’s now become a ritual, or as you would like to call it, a hobby, to sit and devour food while shit-talking John Marston as he’s away. ‘Keeping his distance,’ whatever the hell that means, when the woman you’re with is nine months pregnant. 

In the midst of this new hobby, Dutch and Pearson have had many arguments. Dutch was always less than concerned about it, whilst Pearson nearly threw a fit every time either of you came to get portions for a meal.

“I’ve had enough of it. They come, they eat, they leave! That new boy of yours hasn’t done anything since he got here but eat us out of our stock,” Pearson complained for the hundredth time. Though you’d kept up with chores around the camp, (trying to help Abigail pick up some of her slack) you hadn’t really brought any money into the camp, which was what Dutch brought you here to do.

“Arthur’s been trainin’ him well, I’m sure it’ll be no time at all before he starts runnin’ jobs with us.” Dutch knew what this was really about…

Pearson was madder than a hornet when John first got Abigail pregnant. Even worse when he found out she would be traveling with the gang from then on. Feeding a pregnant woman was sometimes like feeding two extra men… not to mention the fact that you joined her at every meal. He doesn’t want to say anything about Abigail, especially in the state she’s in… but maybe if you didn’t sit and eat with her all the damn time, it wouldn’t be as bad, and the rations would last longer. 

“He better start earnin’ his keep. If he doesn’t I’ll skin him, make a stew.”

Dutch let out a boisterous laugh, clapping Pearson on the back and shaking his head. 

“I have a feeling he’ll probably bring in as much as Arthur… There’s some sort of competition between them. I think as long as they don’t rip each other to shreds, they’ll be real beneficial,” He started towards Hosea, passing by you and Abigail on the way and tipping his hat. “Top of the mornin’ to ya.”

“Mornin’,” you nodded with a smile, taking a sip of your coffee before digging back into the bread and jam you both raided from Pearson’s ‘kitchen.’

He ducked into his tent, and you turned back to Abigail, listening intently to all she had to say. Today, she had news of an argument between her and John the night before. 

“It’s been all, ‘how do I even know that kid is mine?’ and ‘what if I don’t want to be a part of it anymore?’ since about the five month mark. M’startin’ to think that maybe I should’ve just left the gang, convinced some poor drunk dope from the town it’s his.” She gave her best John impression when quoting him, and as funny as it was, all you could feel was grief for the young woman. She was too young to even be thinking this way. 

You’ve not spent any one on one time with John, but he sounds like a real ass.

“As sad as I am to say it, Miss Abigail… I believe most of us men are stupid as they come. We can’t tell what’s right in front of us, even if y’all are screamin’ and shoutin’.”

“If that ain’t the truth…” she trailed, sighing with her head down. Even though she portrayed her sorrows in a comedic light, you could tell it weighed on her. 

You weren’t sure if you should even offer this, because you had no idea if you would even be hiding your secret this long, but the longer you go without revealing anything… you’re starting to think of your little secret more permanently.

“If push comes to shove… You can tell the kid it’s mine. Not too sure it’ll believe you, what with the carrot head I got, but if you want to…”

She laughed lighthearted, and sighed again, but this time out of contentment. 

“I guess not all men are stupid. You’re not even the first one who’s offered that to me,” she explained, nodding towards the outskirts of camp where an open tent fixed upon a wagon sat neatly kept. “Arthur said the same thing when all these problems with John started.”

You smiled, looking at his empty living space, barely anything to show that he occupied the place. He had a simple cot and bedroll, a small table, and just a few sentimental pieces here and there. He didn’t need anything fancy or grandiose to his name, just a gun and his hat, and he was satisfied. He’s even kinder than you thought, too, hearing it firsthand from Abigail. A good man, and a great outlaw. You found yourself longing for him nearly every day now, and it would only get worse from here. 

“He’s sure something, ain’t he?” You tried to be nonchalant about him, and it seemed to work in the eyes of Abigail, but if she’d known just one little thing about you, her entire mind would be changed. 

“Oh, yes. I’ll be damn straight with ya, I almost wish it were Arthur I met last year. Wish it was him that found me at the brothel. I do love John, but… he breaks my heart sometimes,” she let out, trying to hold herself together. She’d long since begun crying herself to sleep at night, pretty much since John decided she could sleep on her own. Now, though, was not the place to break down. You’ve been kind enough to listen to her, and she feels as though using your shoulder to cry on would be taking advantage. So she changes the subject. “While I’m on the topic of love… I’ve heard you got an admirer.”

Your cheeks grew red from embarrassment, and she thought that maybe you were blushing, but she didn’t know how far off she was. “I guess I’ve heard a thing or two ‘bout that…”

“Tilly is a sweet girl, I’m sure you both would get along fine,” she added, going back to her food. 

“She’s one of the kindest souls I’ve met,” you told her, trying to be as honest as you could without divulging anything she didn’t need to know. “I’ve just never…”

“You’ve never… what?” 

You shrugged, huffing a sigh and eating the last piece of jam covered bread on your plate. Already you could tell you’d be hungry again soon. “Never been in a relationship like that before.”

“I see. Is that something you think you’d want?” Her patience is why you liked speaking with her. Sometimes she had a short temper, but it was almost always warranted and towards those who deserved it. 

You took her question to heart. You’d not even considered a relationship since the day you ran away. Your self-found freedom had been from an arranged marriage. It had been your choice to leave that way of life. You never thought you’d ever find love in the aftermath of your liberation, but thinking about it now… You looked to Arthur’s tent, just a single glance to see if he’s returned yet.

“I hope so, maybe someday when the time is right. I just think that right now, I’m not so sure about anything at all, and it wouldn’t be fair to Miss Tilly to start up something I ain’t ready for.”

She sat and stared into your downward expression for a minute, meeting your eyes when you looked up. 

You smirked a little at her gaping expression, trying to make light of it. 

“I got somethin’ on my face?” 

“No,” she shook her head, knocking herself out of whatever trance she just fell into. “S’just that… I think you’re mighty wise for someone your age. And for a man, too.” 

“I reckon that’s a real fine compliment, and I’ll take it well.”

You both shared a laugh before going back to the stashed food for seconds. 

-

Dutch had an idea… a dangerous thing, but sometimes a very lucrative one. 

The worst part about this dangerous and lucrative idea? Arthur, Javier, John, and Bill were on board. It meant there was gonna be one hell of a party this afternoon, and no one in their right mind would have the courage to stop it. 

You were unaware of said idea until around lunch time, when Pearson just ripped you a new one for taking food before it was even ready. You shared it with Abigail of course, you’re not an animal.

Dutch and Hosea were making the plans for this afternoon, and came across you both sulking in the grass, just inches away from Pearson’s space. They grabbed some small provisions for themselves, as they hadn’t quite eaten much today, and you overheard some of their chatter. 

“I’m getting too old for all that excitement. One job here and there is all I can do anymore,” Hosea tried to reason with his dearest friend. 

“I need another gun or it doesn’t work,” Dutch sighed out, scratching the back of his neck as he thought of another solution. 

You stood up and peeked over the barrel you’d been resting against, leaning over it and making your presence known. 

“I got a gun,” you smirked, halfway joking incase he shuts you down. He hasn’t told you directly that he doesn’t want you riding with them yet, but he has asked Arthur if he thinks you’re ready… to which Arthur always replied, ‘almost.’ 

Dutch narrowed his eyes at you, looking back to Hosea, but the man held his hands up in mock defense. He was gonna sit this one out regardless.

“How’s your horse with gunfire?” he asked, genuinely considering your offer today. 

“He oughta be fine, otherwise I can take someone else’s.”

There was another moment of pause, and Hosea spoke up. 

“Sean would be happy to go, he hasn’t seen action in a few weeks.” 

You sighed, doing your best to act as if you weren’t upset, then started to speak loudly.

“That’s fine by me. I’ll just stay here and have lunch with Abigail…” you trailed, and immediately Pearson whipped himself around from his station. 

“No!” He shouted, and though you were partially joking, he didn’t want to find that out for himself. He’d had enough of you, and likely of Abigail, too. “As God is my witness, I will pack my shit and never look back… take him, I’m beggin’ ya.”

Dutch found his little outburst quite comical, as did you. He chuckled lowly and rolled it over in his head once more before deciding. Maybe what you really needed to learn was being thrown in the deep end. Hell, he knew what you were capable of. It was the very reason you stood on this ground in the first place. Now he needed to put those fiery trigger fingers to the test. 

“Son,” he turned back to face you with a look of sheer confidence, hopefully this didn’t mean the pressure would all be on you. “Saddle your horse, load up on ammo. You’ll be going with John.”

The smile you had immediately left your face. 

“Yessir,” you said quickly, leaving the group to do as he said. 

John Marston, the man you’d been shit talking for over a week now. Not to his face, of course, but to his lady it was enough, even if she was doing just as much if not more in sullying his name. 

You had a bad taste for him, that much you could say. It wasn’t going to be fun, but you’d prevail. You had to. It was time to start earning your keep. 

You found the rest of the men by the hitching posts, strolling up as confidently as can be. You enjoyed the baffled looks of confusion they wore, unsure of what you were doing here. Surely you wouldn’t be joining them…

“Howdy,” you teased, tipping your hat to them with a sideways smirk. Your young looking ‘boyish’ features gave them an inkling of annoyance with the look you wore, all cocky and arrogant for show. “Give me just a second, I’ll be ready to head out.”

“You’re coming with us?” Bill questioned, though it wasn’t out of sheer curiosity, but agitation.

“Damn straight,” you muttered quieter, done joking for now since they all seemed to be absolutely against you riding along. You got along with them in camp, why did they seem to exclude you now that a job was concerned? Why did they look like they were about to fight tooth and nail to keep you here?

You ignored their sarcastic chatter over your ‘scrawny’ appearance, and made ready your horse. You’d taken him riding several times since getting here, but he hasn’t gotten to see much action other than running down the side of the river bank. 

“What the hell are you doin’?” Arthur came up beside you, trying to gain your primary focus and lead it away from the horse… not exactly a hard task when you look like Arthur Morgan does.

“Dutch said I’m ridin’ on the job,” you explained, making it very clear, first and foremost, that you had permission to go out with them from the boss.

“When? Just now? Because as it was told to us, you weren’t goin’...” 

“I get y’all don’t exactly want me here, but he needed another gun. I happen to have one, matter of fact, and I’m pretty damn good at shootin’ it. I don’t understand your hissy fit, but it ain’t gonna stop me from goin’, so I hope we’re not gonna have a problem, here.” 

He kept his mouth shut. He needed to think and rehash his words in his head before he let something fly that he didn’t at all mean. 

“I’m tryin’ to protect you, kid.” He was even closer than before all of a sudden, and you had to make him the center of your attention once again.

“Protect me from what? I shoot faster than you, remember?”

You made a point, but he made a better one. 

“You mean ‘the one shot you know how to take?’ Is that the one?” He recalled your words from many days before, the day he began teaching you everything you needed to know. You’d been here nearly a month now, if you hadn’t learned enough already, you never would.

“Look, Arthur,” you turned away from him using all the strength you had, because dammit, you did enjoy looking at him. “I know you don’t think this is ideal, but it’s not your call to make. Take it up with Dutch.”

You strapped a rifle to your horse and grabbed its reins from the hitching post, leading the dark, glossy stallion over by where the boys were finishing up. 

“Marston,” you called, all traces of light hearted fun were gone from your tone, completely dulled and sullen from the loss of excitement. “I’m with you.”

-

Arthur rode with Dutch nearly the whole time.

You were on the caboose end of the cavalcade, and watched them talk up ahead. There was no doubt in your mind it concerned you, because that’s why Arthur is so high strung, so angry about this job. 

Javier gave you the run-down on the first few minutes of the ride. It’s a quick job, and shouldn’t get drawn any attention from the neighboring towns. Essentially, there’s a procession of carriages coming from the north and heading south east, and most of the folk traveling are fairly wealthy. The kicker is, all the valuables from each person are said to be stowed on a ‘safe cart’ in the middle of the procession. You’re not sure how they figure that, but you know Dutch has incredible sources. Using the team assembled, you’ll all have to separate the safe cart from the rest of the caravan, leading it off the trail and far enough away that it can be easily raided with no repercussions. The only downside? The safe cart is heavily guarded by several armed men and is manned by experienced drivers. 

Once Javier started getting into the logistics and details of the job, you zoned out, focusing on the conversation happening with Arthur and Dutch up ahead. You had no clue what they were saying, but the body language and facial expressions said a lot. 

Arthur likely expressed his concerns to Dutch, and thereafter, was told he need not be concerned… But Arthur was a persistent animal, he didn’t just dip his head and turn away. 

You think that Arthur may have listed a few points for Dutch to consider, and that the man did so, with the fact in the forefront of his mind that you were still on the job. 

By the time everyone reached the lookout, the two of them circled around to face the rest. 

“There’s been a change of plan,” Dutch called out, looking over every face and the horse they accommodated, and they lasted longer on you than the others. “John, you’re taking the frontside of the caravan with Javier.”

And just like that, you’d been replaced. 

“Where am I goin’ then?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“You’re with me, Red,” Arthur let out, his tone not nearly as angry as earlier. Now you gotta know what happened during that talk with Dutch.

“Yes, you and Arthur will bring up the back, makin’ sure there’s no surprises.”

You weren’t sure what to feel. Was he trying to keep you where he could see you? Did he think of himself as your babysitter? Why would he put up all that fuss just to give in as long as you rode with him?

“Alright,” you sighed out, acknowledging that bringing up the rear of the operation was still better than not coming at all. 

The rest of the plan stayed the same, and soon, everyone split off with their respective partners for this heist. 

You rode off with Arthur in silence to the waiting point, not daring to say anything until you’d been sure nobody was around to hear it. You weren’t going to rip into him about this, but you had questions. He clearly was concerned over your wellbeing if he fought so hard to make sure you wouldn’t be riding in, guns blazing, on your first job. You were just going to cover the rear, a measure of security. 

When you stopped just short of the trail, you hitched your horses, taking cover behind some bushes and trees to lay low. You turned to Arthur with a huff. 

“What the hell was that?” 

He was taken aback, but not jumpy about your outburst.

“Don’t start with this again, kid. I’m tryin’ to help you,” he crossed his arms, leaning against the tree and watching the road. It was still too early for the caravan, but he didn’t want to meet your eyeline.

“You ain’t helpin’ me, you’re holdin’ me back,” you grumbled, stepping on a small gathering of dead leaves, becoming even more enraged - for no good reason - when they didn’t crunch beneath your boot. 

“You’ll thank me one day…” he trailed, lighting a cigarette from within his pocket. You would have decked him in the face if you thought it would help. 

At first you’d been grateful to him, for seeing you no differently than the others, and even showing you the ropes to become better equipped. Now you could see it was all a ruse. He underestimated you and kept telling Dutch you weren’t ready. He kept ‘training’ you to keep you busy. You weren’t falling for that shtick again. You didn’t care how pretty his eyes were, anymore. 

“Where do you get off, Morgan? The shit you’ve been putting me through these past weeks…” you scoffed, finding it amusing almost just how unbothered he seemed to be. Maybe he really was just as mean as the town’s folk say. “I’ve been able to match or best you at everything you’ve thrown at me. Maybe I should just take you out of my way.” 

He chuckled, standing upright and creeping towards you with slow steps. His eyes narrowed, and for once, you felt you knew what it was like to be prey. 

“You wanna give it a try?” he taunted, towering over you with a threatening stare. Just seeing how intimidating he could really be, you wanted to back off. Of course, you didn’t. “You really think you could take me?” 

His voice was all too quiet, all too calm. The words he spoke held such heaviness, but it didn’t show in his tone. He was teasing you, and if you gave in, he’d likely give you a humbling. You knew he’d been eyeing your hand, as if hovered closely to your gun belt… so you dropped it to your side to defuse him a little. 

“I think I could drop you where you stand.”

You were all talk, now, and he knew that… but it still boiled under his skin the way you challenged him. 

“You make quite a big to do of yourself… M’guessin’ that’s where most of your reputation came from,” he smirked, but he should know better than to taunt you about those men you shot dead.

“Before I got here I barely spoke a word to no one… I got my reputation from shootin’ folks so fast they didn’t have time to repent to God.” 

Your dead eye stare caught him. He didn’t back down, didn’t waver… he was so staunchly preserved in his way of life that he didn’t even let it show in his eyes just how much you got to him with that line.

“Your twenty-one notches ain’t shit to me.” He’s sure that by now he’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands. Sure, most he shot in the back, but the number in which he didn’t still far surpasses your miniscule little twenty-one. 

“Then let’s make it twenty-two, yeah?” You didn’t plan on shooting it, but you drew your pistol faster than he could think, trying to put it against his chest to scare him, but his reaction time was faster than you had initially thought. He grabbed the gun from your hand before it ever neared him, and threw it into the grass behind him before shoving you down.  

“Damnit, Red! You have no clue, do you?” He stood over you angrily, looking at your frozen figure like you were an animal he was hunting. “You got a gift that none of us have. Hell, I’ve been doin’ this for sixteen years and I still ain’t as fast as you. You could be the best of us, but you’re too damn stubborn, and too damn arrogant. You’re never gonna get anywhere if you’re dead.”

You stood to your feet, staring at him silently. You didn’t have anything to say to him, and honestly, you weren’t sure what would even be okay at this point. He was still angry, but his arms were no longer tense, and he wasn’t seething through harsh breaths anymore. You turned away from him and walked to your horse, sitting back down by the base of a tree and tipping your hat over your eyes. This was going to be a long day.

-

It was approaching sundown when the caravan actually arrived. You’d been napping when Dutch and Bill first gave the signal. Arthur had been watching for it the entire time, and scoffed when he turned his head to you, finding you still fast asleep as if you had nothing to worry about. 

He took a few steps over towards your resting place, kicking your boot and startling you out of your peaceful slumber. 

“What?” you asked, annoyed. Your hat was still over your eyes, so he couldn’t see how dazed you actually were. 

“Sorry, miss… didn’t mean to disturb you,” he teased, his mood having cooled off since the hours after the fight you had. “Just thought you should be conscious during your first job.”

You huffed and stood to your feet, fixing your hat and making sure you hadn’t left anything on the ground. 

Arthur went back to the lookout position and watched through his binoculars for any signs that it was about to go down… you still weren’t one hundred percent clear on the plan, so you thought you might try and annoy him a little by reiterating it.

“So… Dutch and Bill are gonna close in on the sides, leadin’ the safe carriage away from the rest, and that’s when Javier and John stop it from the front. I got that right?” 

“You got it right,” he droned on mindlessly, trying his best to pay more attention to the small flaming signal in the distance. It’s getting closer, but until they put the fire out, there’s no need to mount your horses. 

“Then it‘s a four man job, they don’t even need us.”

“I s’pose you never heard the term ‘backup’ then, have you?” He snickered, still not even giving a glance in your direction. He was firm as stone in his resolve, and you figured it would be no use trying to entertain yourself further. 

“Didn’t take you as the ‘backup’ type…” you grumbled under your breath, mumbling some other incoherencies that he didn’t get a chance to hear. He was almost sure he saw Bill creeping over to the torch, and became positive when the light went dark. 

“Get on your horse,” he became quieter, more focused. You instantly figured it out that he was the type to zone in on his jobs, and maybe you could learn from it. If you really wanted to be his equal, you needed to learn to meet or best him in everything he thrives at. 

“You get the signal?” 

He nodded, “they’re coming down the trail, we gotta be ready to chase em’ when they come through.”

You both pulled up onto your saddles, holding the horse’s from moving too much. If your position was given away, they might derail the caravan from the trail. You reckon this many rich folk traveling in a pack oughta know someone’s gonna be stupid enough to steal from them. It’s why they have a safe carriage in the first place. 

Within a moment, you can see the caravan coming over the hill. It’s dimly lit as the sun lowers completely behind the mountains, small lanterns clinging to every vehicle on the trail. You look up to the ridge that Arthur had been scoping out all this time, and you see Dutch and Bill riding downwards in a rapid attempt to split the caravan. That’s when you spot it… the stone cold metal wagon, weighing probably more than all the horses in camp combined, and armed to the brim with men on every corner. They carry heavy repeaters, their heads on a swivel. They haven’t seen Dutch or Bill yet, but as they round the corner, they all raise their weapons, just for the sound of horse hooves. 

“Cover ‘em,” Arthur told you, grabbing his rifle off his horse’s saddle. You did the same, not hesitant to start shooting at the men in the distance. You had relatively good cover, and couldn’t really be seen, but upon seeing so much fire come from your side of the trail, they began offroading towards Dutch and Bill. 

“Do we go?” you asked, switching to your pistol as you prepared to let your horse run. 

“Not yet,” he held his hand for you to watch, leaning sideways to see around another tree. He had to make sure the rest of the caravan wasn’t following the safe cart. When he saw that most of them stopped in place, he flicked his wrist, pointing in the direction you needed to go. “Now.”

You rode quickly and out onto the trail, passing the other carriages. You could vaguely hear women crying and men yelling. They ain’t gotta be afraid for their lives, so long as they stay put. 

It wasn’t hard to catch up to the gang, as they had taken the remaining guards off on the way to stopping the carriage. There was one rogue horseman that Arthur turned and shot before he could get too close to the area, but other than that, they were able to get the damn thing stationary enough to rob. 

“John, hold him off,” Dutch commanded, watching the younger man hold his gun to the carriage driver’s skull. The man cried out for mercy, not knowing that Dutch would spare his life regardless. He was unarmed, and wasn’t standing in their way, so obviously they would let him go. The Van Der Linde’s did have a code, after all. “Arthur, you open the back.”

And so he put his gun away and strolled up to the back of the wagon with his head held high, happy this robbery went according to plan… until of course, he opened the back, and was unprepared for a heavily armed man to aim right for his chest and pull the trigger. Two guns sounded at almost the same time, but yours sounded first, and it was just quick enough to skew the aim of the dead man, and he landed a non-fatal blow to Arthur’s shoulder. Both men collapsed, but one was still alive. Twenty-Two…

“Arthur! You alright, son?” Dutch yelled, running over to check on him. You’d already knelt down by where he had fallen back to, trying to sit up, but failing because of the pain. You immediately put pressure on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding on your own accord. You ripped the bandana from your neck and tried tying it up, but it was just barely long enough to go around his entire shoulder and underarm. 

“M’fine, s’just a minor shot, it went through.”

“Brooks, you oughta take him back to camp, see if any of the girls know how to patch him up,” he gave you direct orders, and you nodded, helping a moaning and groaning Arthur to his feet. 

“How’d we make out?” Arthur asked, looking into the open wagon, where Bill and Javier seemed to be rolling in money.

“Pretty damn good,” Dutch replied, giving a pat to your shoulder, since Arthur’s is in disarray. “And Brooks?” 

You looked over your shoulder at him, a hopeful look on your face, longing for the approval of someone besides yourself for once. “Yeah?”

“You did good.”

And there it was, the signed seal of approval from none other than Dutch Van Der Linde himself. 

You and Arthur remained pretty silent on the ride back to camp, mostly because he was in a shocking amount of pain and distress, but he did his best to hold it in.

You hitched and unsaddled his horse for him, doing the same with yours before following him into camp. He made way for one of the ladies, maybe Abigail if Jack was asleep already, or Karen if she wasn’t busy workin’ some of the town men. 

“Hey,” you recognized what he was doing, so you pulled him by the opposite arm in the direction of his tent. “I’ll do it.”

His living area was just wide open space in the trees, unlike yours, however, he got quite a bit more elbow room than you did. Perks of seniority

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m tryna apologize, you should let me.”

He laughed a little, a soft smile on his lips.

“What’re you apologizing for?” He asked, sitting down into his cot as you rummaged through the supplies he had on hand. Maybe not the best stuff around, but to stitch him up and wrap it after, it was fine. He’d survive. 

“Bein’ an ass, and taunting you when I know you could snap my neck in one hand.” You were flat in your tone, too focused on threading a needle to put any effort behind your words. 

“I’d never,” he said, laughing a little. He seemed to be in a cheerful mood for just having been shot. 

“You might,” you tied the thread off and bit the end to break it from the spool. Very hygienic, you know, but you didn’t find a pair of scissors. “You’ve only just barely reached the surface for just how obnoxious I can be.”

“Oh have I now?” 

“Mhm…”

You pulled at his shirt collar, opening just a few more buttons until it could pull back over his arm. He didn’t stop you, or even wince, just sat back and waited for the sting of a needle.

“This ain’t gonna tickle,” you braced him, but as soon as you started digging into his skin, making the actual stitches, he was surprised. You were pretty good at this… the reasoning behind it was probably just another one of your many secrets, he’s sure.

“S’not so bad, actually. You do this a lot?” 

“Not anymore… but I was a little rich girl, remember? Did embroidery and needlepoint since I was a little kid. I kind of miss it, actually.” 

“A gunslinger misses doin’ needlepoint?” he chuckled, feeling the hole in his skin being patched back together. Now you just gotta do the other side. 

“Well sure,” you furrowed your brows, leaning forward to bite the thread again and pull his body so you could see the exit wound. “I used to sit on the porch of my house and do it with my mama.”

He felt sorrowful all of a sudden. “Were you uh… close with your mother?”

You nodded, not speaking in fears you’d tear up, or your voice would crack. The way you both were sitting, he couldn’t see the direct look on your face, but he understood it was probably a sensitive subject. 

Oh to think, what a life you may have led if you were not born a girl. You missed your mother, and your old friends from school. You missed being able to do needlepoint, and other more feminine activities. 

“You know what I hate most about this life?” you uttered, your voice shallow, but you didn’t seem to care all that much anymore. He seemed to take a genuine interest in your problems, and your personal feelings. It was more than you could say about most men. “I haven’t worn a dress in four years… and I really love dresses.”

This wasn’t the meltdown you saw yourself having in front of Arthur, but he didn’t mind it. He placed his opposite hand on your shoulder as you bit off the last thread to seal his wounds. 

“How about this… someday, when you’ve told everyone that you’re- y’know…” he trailed, nodding his head around for emphasis. “I’ll buy you a dress in town. Whichever one you want.”

You couldn’t help but smile. In the span of one day, you’d gone through nearly every emotion you possibly could with this man, but in the end, your resolve had again been weakened, and you found yourself falling into his crystal eyes once more. 

“Thank you, Arthur… You’re a kind man, you know?” 

He shook his head. “Not so kind to most.”

You knew not to argue with him, as you were learning, he was very self deprecating, and there was no changing his mind. You took a leap, unsure of what might come of it, but you wanted to show your gratuity some other way. 

You quickly leaned forward, kissing his cheek ever so softly, almost as if it didn’t even happen. When you sat back, his eyes were a bit wider, and his brows were raised. He seemed to be frozen in surprise, and words failed him. You didn’t want him to possibly find words that could hurt, so you stood up to leave, calling after him whilst walking away. 

“Goodnight, Arthur.”

And that would have been good enough, but your heart skipped a beat when your sentiment was returned. 

“Night, Red.”

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[gobblinggojo]

Gojo With a Single-Mother Reader

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, reader has a child, headcanons, NSFW mentioned

starting off strong, satoru gojo is a womanizer. many know of it, so at first, he sees yours and his relationship as nothing but a quick booty-call to relieve some stress.

after the first night you guys spent together, you crying under him in pleasure, he just couldn’t get you out of his head!

which brings us to right now, him taking you out on a nice little date at a pretty expensive restaurant.

you two sat across from one another, asking the other questions, and answering them, just to get to know each other.

“what do you do for work, satoru?”

“i’m a teacher at a pretty cool highschool, what about you?”

“i work at home! it’s kind of hard for me to get a job out of the house, there’s no one really willing to watch my baby, he can bit a bit of a brat sometimes..”

gojo froze the moment you mentioned having a baby.

YOU? HAVE A BABY??

you don’t even give off single-mom vibes.

the rest of the dinner was spent with gojo learning more about your son from you.

he had to say, it was endearing seeing you happily gush about your baby!

“he’s so cute satoru! he’s my little twin, i love him so much!”

you didn’t hold any animosity at all over being a single mother either.

“his father didn’t want to be in the picture, that was after c/n was born. i’m not mad, it just means i get more of the love,” god, he wanted to kiss you right then and there.

you wait about a month or so before you introduce satoru to c/n. you don’t want your baby getting attached too quickly, only for gojo to leave.

the day gojo comes over to meet your son, it’s almost as if c/n has met his best friend!

i mean, he’s all over gojo! clinging onto him, following him around like a lost puppy.

“toru! toru! ‘anna see my twains?”

“toru! toru! ‘anna wook at my movie wif me?”

“toru! toru! you spendin’ na night?”

it’s safe to say that your son is obsessed.

it just warms gojo’s heart, hearing the little call of his name coming from your three year old. he doesn’t understand how your baby’s father could ever willingly choose to leave your son.

gojo will watch over c/n for you whenever he deems that you need a break.

you look the least bit tired? gojo is pushing you out of the door, giving you money and telling you to go get your nails done.

“but what about c/n?”

“don’t worry hon! i’ll watch over him! he loves me!”

whenever you go grocery shopping, gojo is coming with you. you’re pushing the shopping cart, while gojo is entertaining c/n, who is seated in the front seat of the buggy, while also reaching for stuff you need on the tallest shelves.

he’s so gentle with c/n.

like, i’m talking, if c/n ever accidentally broke something of gojo’s and starts crying? gojo is instantly comforting the baby boy! he’s so patient, rubbing the baby’s back and shushing him quietly.

“it’s okay buddy! ‘toru can always get a new phone…it’s okay, it’s okay.”

it warms your heart seeing a man, who didn’t even have to, step up as your baby’s father.

about a year into the relationship, and gojo has already moved in with you, c/n is calling gojo papa.

“papa help me up on na ‘ouch?” gojo is immediately helping the little boy on the couch.

“papa i wan’ candy!” gojo is immediately pulling out a piece of hard candy he had in his pocket and giving it to c/n.

“papa i wan’ eep wif you and mama..” gojo is immediately picking that baby up and putting him in between you and him.

it’s so obvious that gojo loves both you and c/n so much.

it warms your heart immensely.

gojo goes to work gushing about both you and c/n to his students, it’s gotten to the point in which they’re fed up with it.

“can you shut up, gojo sensei?”

all in all, satoru absolutely loves both you and c/n, so much so that he dreams of a future with the both of you. he loves you guys so much and will do anything and everything for the two of you.

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 59: Look Inside

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

The journey home is a quiet and steady one. The further we sail from England the lighter the weight on my heart becomes. Liam helps to district me with card games. By the time we reach America the sight of New York harbor fills my tired soul with joy. Never did I think I’d be so glad to come home. 

Over the next few months things fall back into place. Moeder, vader, and oma were relieved when I told them I’ll be working in America. Polly, Finn, and Ada keep in touch with letters. Polly writes that Thomas never visits. Lizzie’s frantically trying to talk to him but he doesn’t want to. Arthur and Linda have built a life for themselves. Finn keeps to himself. Their kind words offer comfort but nothing can patch up what’s already happened.

Bonnie also keeps his promise. A letter arrives every week, talking all about his adventures with his father and the Peaky Blinders. In return I write him letters about the different customers I encounter. Sometimes I meet with people in vader’s pub. Other times I give them the courtesy of meeting in their own settlements. But Bonnie always ignores talk of business and always asks to make sure I’m doing okay. I write that I am… I think.

“Verena! Dochter! Please come help me with these crates!”

“Coming, moeder!” I call from my room.

“Auntie! Tante!” Eoin’s youngest daughter Cecilia giggles. “Will you play with me?” 

Since I came back it’s been my job to help entertain Eoin’s kids. It’s a perfect way to let my heart heal, even though I do admit that I wish I was taking care of Charlie again. I wonder how Lizzie’s doing with her pregnancy- 

“Verena! Phone for you!” Oma’s voice echos from downstairs. “Someone named Arthur?”

Oh thank God. If it was Thomas I would completely ignore this. My sweet oma smiles at me as I pitter-patter down the stairs, unaware of my anxious thoughts. What on Earth would Arthur be calling about? If there’s something wrong over there shouldn’t they call Ada in Boston?

“Hello?” I ask uneasily into the phone.

“Hello? Verena? It’s Arthur.”

“Greetings, Arthur. Is there something wrong?”

On the other end I hear him chuckle. “You could say that. Verena, get over here before Tommy kills himself. I’m getting him back to work but he needs you here too.”

He wants me to… What?

Arthur listens to my dead silence and keeps talking. “Please? He’s turned into a fucking Communist!”

Turned into one, or fucking one? First Grace, then the Russian, then Lizzie. Now a Commie? I guess two children aren’t enough. Retirement isn’t possible for Thomas Shelby. He’s moved on this long without me, even after I confessed. What can I go back to now? It's time that I take a look at myself and stop trying so hard.

“I’m sorry, Arthur. But there’s no way I can sail over right now. Give my best to Linda. Tot ziens.”

I hang up before he can answer. Before my healing wounds are ripped open again. In these last years of my young life I feel that I’ve learned the toughest lesson. Being mature, being too aware, comes at a cost. In the spam of your life you think too far ahead. Think about how to fix things you can’t control. Re-evaluate what could have been or what could be. Stress about doing your best to please anyone but yourself. 

And Thomas Shelby will be the key stressor for the rest of my life.

General POV

He was fucked.

Thomas has really backed himself into a ditch now. He just couldn’t help himself.

Yes, he had fucked Lizzie. But he was not thinking of May as she had assumed.

Verena.

The only woman he’s ever tried to abstain from. It takes every fiber of willpower not to claim her heart. To pull her close and kiss her gentle lips.

Maybe he was addicted to sex, maybe he was just trying to feel some form of happiness. But one thing is certain. Verena satisfies everything in him.

When Thomas had first set eyes on her, the short, bright-eyed woman standing in the kitchen, he thought for sure she would be like any other broad. Annoyingly chatty, clingy, and skittery. Lord, was he wrong. 

First Thomas thought he was only confused. Verena never used him for money like other women. Grace played his heart like a fiddle so he assumed his tenderness towards Verena’s gentle Christian spirit was the product of friendship. But once he was married… A part of him still felt empty. 

That time at Arrow House, before she was called away at a time of poor inconvenience, he was so close. So close to asking her. He was torn on the matter. Should an innocent woman like her ever settle for a life with him? After all, he’d been so distrustful at the beginning of her employment. 

But then she was pulled away. Time ate off his hope and he drowned himself with the empty love of whores. When Verena finally came back, Thomas assumed she’d forgotten about him. But no. She is here, still vibrant and caring as before. Charlie couldn’t have been more happy to see her and Thomas secretly shared his son’s joy to see the American woman return. When she caught him in the bath Thomas thought the reaction on her face was the most sexy yet adorable thing he’s ever seen. But aside from looks, Verena still has a certain aura about her. Disciplined yet kind. One that reminds him of his mother. 

But he still hesitated. She really deserves so much better… Hell, Verena was almost caught in a vendetta because of him. She deserves a man far more better. Not someone as fucked up as he is. And then when Thomas saw Bonnie Gold being sweet on her he knew he could never truly forget the grip she has on his heart. If only she knew…

So instead he went back to Lizzie. He dug himself further into a pit of guilt, mending his pride by trying to forget. But the entire time Thomas could only think about how much he wished it was Verena. When Lizzie told him her joyful news, Thomas wanted to die of shame.

That look. That look on Verena’s face…

When he told her.

A look of pain and despair that felt like a slap to the face. It was all his fault. And yet she still held back. Maybe Verena doesn’t really love him as he’d hoped? Verena distributes her kindness to everyone. An angel amongst gangsters. Maybe he mistook her gestures to be exclusively for him?

But Thomas can’t go back now. Even if Verena held any love for him she certainly won’t now. Thomas will have to bite the bullet and let her go. He was selfish to think a sinful man like him could ever be blessed to have an innocent woman like her. In truth, Verena never owed anything to the Shelbys. Thomas owes her the best he can offer, which is a life without him. Perhaps her absence will help to hide the pain from his cold heart.

After all these years Verena still carries a smile for him… Even if it’s forced. There’s no other way for Thomas to describe his situation.

He is completely fucked.

@meadows5

[2baddiesfanfics]

A Different Kind of Hunger

Pairing: Furina x Arlecchino

Tags: Werewolves, Alternate Universe – Werewolf, Curses, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Fontaine (Genshin Impact), Loup-garou | Rougarou, Double Penetration, Dildos, Strap-Ons, Oral Sex, Nipple Play, Transformation

Summary:

When Neuvillette sends Furina on a mission to bring a basket of goods to Arlecchino, she has no idea what lies in store. Sure, she knows the Knave is cursed - but what exactly does that curse entail? And why is she the one selected for the perilous journey?

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Neuvillette paced the floor in his office as he waited for the arrival of a very important guest. A basket of Fontainian food and other necessities sat on his desk, the recipient known only to him. If it weren’t for how naive the melusines were, he would have made the request of them. Alas, this was simply not possible.

His mind reeled as various frightening possibilities flashed before him. He shook his head and twirled around at the sound of the door to his office swinging open. Adorned in a deep-blue cloak, Furina skipped forth to greet him.

“Ah, the woman of the hour. Thank you for coming, Lady Furina.”

She let out a bright peal of laughter before correcting him. “Come now, Monsieur Neuvillette! I’m no longer a stuffy old archon. Just Furina is fine. So, let’s get right down to it. You summoned me. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He smiled gently, trying to mask the underlying current of concern in his words. “I have a task I’d like to entrust to you. I must warn you: it won’t be easy. However, seeing as how you now have far more free time on your hands than I do, I believe you are uniquely suited to getting the job done right. It requires a great deal of discretion - something you have plenty of experience with. Lady Arlecchino is currently residing in one of the abandoned sites outside the Court of Fontaine. I need you to deliver this to her.”

Furina raised a questioning eyebrow. “Um…that is quite the odd request. I suppose I’d be able to but…why me?”

Why indeed. It hadn’t escaped the iudex’s notice that the usually cheery showboat of a girl he remembered was far less…excited after losing her role as archon. An immense sense of loneliness hung over her like a storm cloud, and he needed to do something about it. Arlecchino was her opposite in every way – but was that such a bad thing? Perhaps she could be the one to revive her after undergoing untold years of stress. After all, he knew the Knave had long been facing a battle of her own.

“As I’ve shared with you in previous meetings, the…side-effect of her curse has flared up. I cannot send the melusines in good conscience. I would fear for their safety. You, however, can protect yourself with your vision. In addition to this, you’ll be able to relay any information I need to know better than they can,” he explained matter-of-factly.

The former archon heaved a sigh. She may have had the pressure of hiding her secret relieved, but this didn’t make interacting with the fierce harbinger any less daunting. “Fine. I’ll go. But you know how much that woman scares me. I’ll be expecting my own basket of sweets to be waiting for me in my apartment when I return.”

In a show of father-like affection, Neuvillette placed his hand gently on her shoulder. “I understand. But I also know you are stronger than you think and braver than you’ll admit. All I ask is you ensure this makes it into her hands and then you are free to leave. I still do not completely trust her, but I must acknowledge the contributions she has made to the safety of our people. It is our turn to return the favor. I thank you, Furina.”

Blushing profusely at his praise, she pouted in response. “Yes, yes. I may no longer be archon, but I still feel an obligation to my country. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, a word of warning before you go - her bark is worse than her bite. But still…keep your wits about you,” he warned before she turned on her heel and headed out on her journey.

———————-

Furina trekked outside the city walls and traversed the hilly terrain for what seemed like miles. With no one around to judge her, she skipped most of the way, humming a popular Fontainian lullaby to keep herself calm.

When she finally reached the abandoned old shack Neuvillette had described to her, she stood frozen in fear. With a deep breath and trembling hand, she knocked on the decaying door.

“Knave! I know you’re in there. Neuvillette sent me. You better be thankful I made the trip out here…though I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just sent one of your minions to do it for you,” she said trying to hide the fear in her voice with biting sarcasm.

No answer. Shit.

She waited a beat before lightly jiggling the doorknob. It was unlocked - unfortunately. Slowly entering the little cottage, her eyes darted around the room. Arlecchino was nowhere to be found.

Odd. This building does match the description Neuvillette gave me. I can’t imagine I missed it on my way here. Maybe she went for a walk, Furina thought as she ventured further inside.

Rounding a corner, she gasped when she caught a glimpse of a large black and white canine. It was far too bulky to be a normal dog. If she wasn’t mistaken, it seemed like it could be…a wolf. It lay calmly on the floor of the cabin, its black and crimson collar glistening in the light of the flames emanating from the fireplace. The creature watched Furina intently as she carefully entered the room.

She had no idea what could have possessed her to come closer, but she felt an invisible force enticing her to extend her hand.

“Um…nice doggy? P-please don’t eat me. I’m just here to see your master,” she stuttered as she reached forward to pat it on the head. The wolf allowed the gesture - leaning into her hand, even - and sat silently watching her as she turned around and placed the basket on the table.

Furina busied herself with unpacking when she heard a shuffling noise behind her. The hairs on her neck stood on end. Gathering every ounce of courage she had, she turned to face the source of the noise.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Lady Furina herself coming to pay me a visit.” Standing before her was a very naked Arlecchino.

She’d recognize this voice anywhere. It had always terrified and excited her at the same time. “H-hello, Knave. Neuvillette had requested I bring you a little something. P-presumably so you don’t starve,” Furina stammered as she tried to collect herself, her face turning red from embarrassment. “Archons, would you please cover up?! Here,” she whipped off her cloak and handed it to her as she averted her gaze.

The woman laughed darkly at how coy she was being. “Come now, there’s no need to pretend. Do I frighten you that badly? I can see you shaking,” she taunted as she took what she had offered.

“I most certainly am not!” Furina stomped her foot and crossed her arms to make her point.

“Is that so? Then come. Let’s sit and chat for a bit, shall we? It’ll be just like old times. Alas, I do not have any cake to give you, but I could use the company,” she suggested.

“I-I really must be going. Neuvillette will be-”

“The old dragon can wait. I insist,” the harbinger stated in a way that made it obvious this was not a suggestion. Hesitantly, Furina made her way to the table and sat across from her.

“Tell me…what did he convey to you about my curse?”

“No details,” she whispered in response as she picked at some rogue splinters. “Just that you have one.”

“For someone usually so protective, it was wrong of him to send you alone. You probably shouldn’t be here,” Arlecchino purred as she looked the woman up and down. Her possessive gaze did not go unnoticed.

“…and why is that?” Furina inquired.

The Knave smiled mischievously. Furina looked up and peered deep into her eyes. She noticed her x-shaped pupils seemed to faintly glow a dark red. Even if she had wanted to look away, she got the feeling she’d be unable to.

“My, what…intricate eyes you have.”

“Let’s just say staring into my eyes is ill-advised. I can’t promise you’ll like what you see.”

The former archon then noted the choker around the Knave’s neck. With a gulp, she attempted to change the subject. “That’s an interesting accessory you have there.”

Arlecchino’s hand instinctively went to her throat, her fingers toying with the leather strap. “Oh, this? Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any. Lady Furina, this curse requires I take certain…measures…to keep various urges under control.”

Now she had to know. “And what, pray tell, do you mean by that? I find it hard to believe someone with the status of harbinger lacks self-control.”

The Knave sighed, realizing this wasn’t going to be an easy explanation. “Oh, my sweet little droplet. This is far from a simple matter of self-control. Many years ago, I adventured into Erinnyes Forest much later than I should have. Let’s just say I wasn’t an easy child to deal with.” A sad smirk played upon her lips, drawing Furina deeper into her tale.

“I ran into a loup-garou and was nearly killed. I didn’t even know they existed in Fontaine. In books and fairytales, you often hear of them being native to Mondstadt. Only they call them, oh what was the term? Werewolves, I believe? Mercifully, Monsieur Neuvillette discovered me on death’s doorstep and took me to a discreet healer who was indebted to him. He arranged for me to stay out here when…” her voice trailed off.

“Out with it. When what?” Furina was now completely enthralled by her story. This was not the time for a dramatic pause. The harbinger’s eyes narrowed, a hungry look coming over her face.

“When I’m in heat. Let’s just say I’m normally able to keep these urges at bay with a variety of other…methods. I’m surprised he sent you of all people. I had already expressed to him it would be unwise. I’ve always felt a kind of…pull toward you. I suspect it’s what’s called ‘imprinting.’ If it weren’t for this collar, I would have likely pounced on you the moment I sensed you walk through that door.”

Furina’s eyes went wide. Surely she had misheard her. “That’s preposterous. Me? Why would someone as strong as you want someone as weak as me? In case you somehow haven’t heard, I’m no longer an archon. I can barely make myself dinner. This is a poor attempt to scare me off, Knave.”

The woman shrugged. “Trust me, it’s not for me to decide. This curse knows what it wants, and for some reason, it wants you. During mating season, I lock myself up here to prevent any…wild rumors. That little girl at The Steambird would have a field day if word got out.”

As much as she hated to admit it, she could tell Arlecchino was telling the truth. Perhaps even worse, she felt sympathy for her. She of all people knew what it was like to have to play a part - to save face when you were struggling to maintain sanity.

On top of all of this, the thought of being wanted in such an animalistic way thrilled her to no end. Secretly, she had always found the Knave to be attractive. One would have to be crazy to not appreciate the grace with which she carried herself. The power she exuded in every click of her impossibly sharp heels.

Furina still refused to let her have the upper hand. “I’ll admit this is quite unexpected. How embarrassing that a ruthless Fatui harbinger wouldn’t be able to resist the charms of someone far less powerful,” she teased.

“What greater pleasure is there than the unexpected?” Arlecchino challenged.

The former archon stood abruptly as if being drawn to the woman before her like a magnate. Her small gloved fingers reached for the Knave’s hands, intense warmth radiating from them.

“My, what long fingers you have. I’ve never been able to admire them up close like this before.”

“All the better to please you with, droplet.” Her voice was full of hypnotizing husk. Before Furina could think through the consequences of what she was about to do, her lips pressed against the other woman’s in an act of desire fueled by curiosity.

Arlecchino pulled her closer, her tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. “My, what a …quick tongue…you have,” Furina said between ragged panting.

“All the better…to taste you with, droplet.”

The Knave grabbed the former archon by the chin. “Before we go any further, I need you to understand and agree to what you’re getting into here, Lady Furina. I will not make you mine if you do not wish it.”

Her eyes swirled with a mixture of lust and concern which only served to draw Furina in deeper under her spell. “I want to be yours, Arlecchino. Let me help you in any way I can.”

The woman grinned deviously, slamming her lips into hers once more. Any control she had previously had now completely disappeared.

“What do you say we make our way to someplace a little more comfortable? This chair simply won’t do,” Arlecchino said as she picked Furina up and carried her to the bedroom, the cloak that had been covering her now sliding long forgotten to the floor.

“You’re so strong, ma cherie,” Furina marveled as she felt her lift her effortlessly.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” the harbinger replied as she threw her down on the mattress. “I suppose one perk to this curse is that strength can be channeled into a variety of activities.” She strolled to the side table and spoke to her as she rummaged through the drawers.

“Are we talking activities of the…carnal variety?” The former archon’s voice trembled ever so slightly.

“Hmm. I suppose we’re about to find out. Tell me, droplet. How…experienced are you in that realm? I suppose with fame comes the pursuit of numerous admirers. Surely this isn’t your first time?” Having found what she was searching for, she looked up to see Furina had shifted her gaze to the sheets.

“Ah. I see. No matter. That just goes to show how dedicated you were to the role you were assigned. I respect that a great deal,” the woman reassured her. The former archon’s lips twitched back upward into a gentle smile at her words.

“That’s one way you could put it. But…does that make things more difficult for you?”

“In some respects, perhaps. I only ask that you tell me immediately if I’m hurting you. I may have needs, but I refuse to satiate myself at the cost of your comfort.” She removed her hand from the side table, a dual-sided strap-on now in her grasp. Furina’s eyes snapped open.

“Wow.”

“It’s less scary than it looks, I assure you,” she replied as she sat on the bed next to her.

“Oh…like its owner, you mean?”

Arlecchino laughed out loud. “Someone’s cheeky. I guess I’ll have to occupy that mouth with something else.” She looked at Furina’s mouth hungrily, her thumb tracing her bottom lip. The former archon didn’t know what possessed her to do it, but she moved to take the Knave’s finger between her teeth. Her tongue traced its length and savored the taste of her skin.

A deep rumble erupted from Arlecchino’s chest, and the next thing Furina knew, she was on her back, her body pressed firmly into the mattress.

“You’re…making this…far too difficult,” she uttered between rough kisses.

“I thought…predators preferred the…thrill of the chase,” the former archon replied. She could feel heat emanating off of Arlecchino’s body and it emboldened her to take the next step.

Her adrenaline pumping from the suggestive verbal back-and-forth, she tore at Furina’s clothing. She had always noticed how small the former archon’s body was compared to her own, and it only made her want to conquer it more. Now exposed before each other, the Knave dove back in, traversing her body with her tongue, lips, and teeth. Splotches of blues, purples, and reds decorated the former archon’s usually porcelain skin to mark her as her own. Furina’s soft whimpers and sighs nearly drove her to madness.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re still holding back?” She interrupted. Arlecchino felt Furina’s fragile finger tug at the latch of the collar around her neck.

Her voice took on an air of warning. “Lady Furina. I’d highly advise against removing that. I don’t think it would be wise.”

“Arle…I want you. All of you. I don’t want you to have to hold back if this is what you need,” she reassured her as she stroked her cheek with the back of her hand.

The woman felt a throb in her chest. Whether it was lust, love, or a mixture of the two she couldn’t tell. She was so trusting. So willing. And she had no idea what she would be in for if she decided to go through with it.

“If that is what you desire, then I have no right to stop you. You’ve made many choices for the good of your people. I trust you to do what you think is right for you.”

“For us,” Furina corrected her. Arlecchino nodded, a silent act of consent. Wasting no time, she popped the buckle and tossed it to the side. Almost immediately, the energy in the room changed. The Knave’s eyes burned with intensity, her canine teeth expanding in size. Her hands gripped the former archon’s fragile body, barely able to restrain herself from leaving bruises. Furina shivered in eager anticipation of what was coming next.

Arlecchino’s voice was tinged with a deeper, rougher…more commanding tone.

“Spread your legs wider,” she instructed as she grabbed the toy she had prepared. After inserting part of it into herself, she switched on the vibration function and aligned the tip with the other woman’s entrance. With a quick nod from Furina, she slipped inside. The girl cried out and Arlecchino silenced her with a deep kiss.

“Fuck…the way your lips stretch around me…such a good girl taking me like this…” she growled. Inch by inch she sunk further. “You’re so fucking tight…”

Dazed by the unfamiliar feeling, Furina could only whimper as she gave herself over. Filled to the hilt, The Knave bit into her shoulder.

“Archons, you look delicious. You’re such a good girl, droplet, taking the whole thing. Are you ready?” She inquired, her voice huskier than it had been before this transformation.

“Y-yes…I’m y-yours.” Arlecchino could feel the way she was clenching around the toy, ready to be possessed completely.

Grabbing the girl’s hips, she drove into her. Furina’s hands scrambled to grip her lover’s back, her nails sinking into her warm flesh as she groaned incomprehensibly. The harbinger hissed at the sensation, thrusting at an even pace. The movement had jostled the former archon back onto her pillow, giving her just enough leverage to watch as the shaft moved in and out of her.

“That’s right…I want you to watch how well your pussy takes me.” Furina’s face flushed a deep crimson. She was certainly not used to being spoken to so lewdly.

“I want you desperate and needy for me,” Arlecchino grunted as she swiveled her hips.

“Please…Arle…can’t take…”

“Shhh, we both know you can,” she encouraged as she moved in slow, steady strokes, her own release building.

“Ah…ah….ahhhhh…” Furina panted in response. The Knave’s movements grew more wanton as she battled her instincts. She had no desire to hurt the girl, but her need to consume her was nearly impossible to fight.

“I want you to come for me, Furina. Let me feel you shake in my arms like the lost, frightened little rabbit you are…”

Furina choked out a guttural moan as the swirl of the harbinger’s lascivious words and motions hit her in full force, her orgasm causing her body to twitch helplessly. It was taking all Arlecchino had to prevent herself from finishing. She ceased her movements, allowing Furina to catch her breath.

“Are you alright?” She asked with a surprising amount of tenderness given what had just occurred.

“That was amazing!” Furina squealed. “Wait…was it not for you? Oh, archons…what did I do? Or not do? You didn’t…?”

“Don’t you worry, droplet. We’re not done yet. There will be plenty of time for that,” she reassured, trying her best to ignore the pulsing between her thighs.

Furina threw her arms around her and pulled her back into a deep kiss, her tongue tracing the length of her elongated canines. “Oh, I wouldn’t have done that if I were you,” the harbinger growled and flipped the woman on her stomach in one swift movement. Gripping her hips, she took the strap in her hand and guided it into her once more.

“Ahhhhhh, Arle!” Furina yelled.

“Need to fill you up…need to make you mine,” she snarled into her ear as she slammed into her from behind. Her hips rocked unceasingly as her own climax approached.

“K-knave,” Furina moaned, the staccato of thrusts causing her to clutch at the blankets beneath her. Her teeth sank into the pillow as she let Arlecchino lose herself in her.

The harbinger grabbed the headboard with both hands for support as she quickened her pace. The sounds of their bodies slick with sweat slamming together echoed against the thin walls of the room. Finally, Furina screamed into the pillow as she shuttered around the strap once more.

Arlecchino’s breathing quickened and a sound that could only be compared to a feral howl ripped through her throat as she found her release. When she heard Furina’s breathing return to normal, she pulled out of her and sank down next to her.

The former archon rolled onto her back, her bottom lip protruding out. Startled, the Knave asked, “Did I hurt you? I’m afraid I got a little carried away.”

“No, I’m fine,” she quietly responded, her arms crossed against her chest.

The harbinger propped herself up and ran her hand through the other woman’s messy hair. “You certainly don’t seem it. Tell me what’s wrong. I can’t know what I did if you don’t tell me.”

Furina sighed. “You didn’t do anything. It’s just…I…”

“You what?”

“I wanted to see your face when you…you know. No one’s ever made me feel as good as you just did. I want you to feel the same way. I want to touch you…kiss you,” she explained while looking sheepishly back at her.

Arlecchino was taken aback by this admission. She was impressed by how Furina not only didn’t show fear toward her but actually seemed to care about her needs. There was true feeling and emotion behind their actions, not just physical need.

“You’re full of surprises today aren’t you, droplet? Very well then.” The Knave pulled her over to straddle her lap facing her. “I’m all yours,” she said with a reassuring smile.

Furina smirked deviously. She was nothing if not an excellent performer. Maintaining eye contact, she let out a moan as she sank onto the toy. Swiveling her hips, she moved the soft plastic at just the right angle to stimulate them both.

“You little siren.” Arlecchino’s nails sank into her hips as she wrestled the girl for control.

“Oh no you don’t! It’s my turn to take the spotlight,” she chastised before leaning forward and kissing her fiercely. Arlecchino felt her wordlessly daring her to nibble on her soft, inexperienced lips.

Her bold moves stoked the cursed fire that ran through the Knave’s veins. The sound of Furina’s wetness slapping against her thighs with each bounce and her own untamed grunts drove her to the brink of insanity. She’d never been able to act on her urges like this while she was in heat and after experiencing it, she knew there was no going back.

“FUCK, Furina…you look so fucking good…always the center of attention…”

“Mmmm…that’s right…shower me with praise, you beast…” The former archon brought her hands to the woman’s chest, kneading, teasing, and testing her, daring her to try and take over.

Arlecchino let out a wild cackle, riding the high of having a challenge in bed for once. Gritting her teeth, she matched the girl’s pace, one hand firmly on her hip the other tangled tightly in her hair.

“Touch yourself for me, Furina. We werewolves are visual creatures. Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours…fuck…yes…that’s it, love…”

The former archon felt dizzy with the power she now held over the creature underneath her. Invigorated by the authority she had bestowed on her, she braced herself by gripping Arlecchino’s throat. Furina felt the tell-tale growl rumble against her palm and knew she almost had her.

“Now…be a…good dog…and bark for me…” she ordered.

The harbinger’s baser instincts took over as her eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Her shout of delight evolved into a whimper as she rode her orgasm out against the small body on top of her. Furina began to chase her own until Arlecchino grabbed her by the waist and held her still.

“W-what? B-but I…” she began before the Knave brought one of her slender fingers to her lips to hush her.

“Not yet,” she said as she held her close and rolled her underneath. Removing the toy from both of them, the harbinger kissed up from the girl’s knee to her entrance. “I need to taste you,” she growled.

Her tongue took long, languid laps between her folds, relishing a flavor sweeter than any cake. Gently brushing across her bundle of nerves as she lapped at her arousal, she could feel Furina’s legs trembling as she teetered on the edge.

The Knave ceased her actions and looked up at her prey mischievously. “Patience. Be good and do as I say. You can do that for me, hmmm?”

Arlecchino nipped at her slender hips as she showered her body with kisses. Taking one of her nipples into her mouth, she sucked before moving to claim her mouth once more. Repositioning herself, she slid their cores together.

Furina whimpered into the Knave’s mouth as her hips rocked in time with the other woman’s desperate thrusts.

“F-father…please,” she gasped.

Hearing her other title used in such a manner spurred her to increase the friction. Sliding her hand into the former archon’s, their fingers interlaced.

“Come with me, droplet.”

With a few more thrusts, the two hit their peak, their names echoing in song. Collapsing into each other’s arms, exhaustion took hold of them. Arlecchino hadn’t felt this satiated in longer than she could remember. Furina nuzzled her head on her chest as the Knave pulled the blankets over them.

Silence filled the room. Neither knew how to approach the next conversation after everything that had just occurred. The former archon’s self-consciousness won out. “So…can I expect more nights like these? Or…was this just to scratch an itch, so to speak?”

Arlecchino hesitated for a moment before brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I’d certainly like there to be more than just a transactional element to our rendezvous…but only if you wish it.” Furina could hear the tinge of concern in the woman’s voice.

“I want to be yours, whatever that may entail. Your lover, mate…it doesn’t matter to me what you call it,” she reassured her as she took her hand in hers. She marveled at the difference in size, the warmth that still radiated from her fingertips. “Don’t think you can get rid of me so easily.”

Arlecchino allowed herself a soft smile of contentment. “Then so be it, droplet. You are all of that and more…my everything.”

Furina pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before responding with a chuckle, “I like the sound of that. Far less stuffy than ‘archon.’ I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Lumine's Harem (If Aether allows it) 17 - Thoma

The new chapter is out on my P@treon (link in bio. 18+ ONLY) Please check it out if you're interested and would like to support me <3

It's Thoma's turn! Content warning: This chapter contains Aelumi, a mind free use theme and a whole lot of breeding.  Some Kamisatocest and implied Thoma X Ayaka.

Here's a sneak peek <3

“You seem stressed.” Lumine said with a frown, watching Thoma’s tired expression.

Thoma let out a big sigh, “I am. I don’t know how Ayato does it.”

“Maybe you just need motivation. Or some kind of stress relief.”

“Normally I'd do some training to relieve stress but,” Thoma groaned, “I don’t even have time for that.”

“How about some tea?” Lumine asked, “Might help soothe your nerves.”

“That would be great, thank you.” Thoma said, Lumine nodding before she left the room. Within five minutes, she was back, carrying a tray with her. The soft smell of Lavender wafted through the air as she walked towards him, standing beside him as she carefully set the tray of the table, mindful of the papers. Thoma groaned as he leaned back against his chair, stretching as he waited for Lumine to finish setting up and pouring the hot, soothing liquid.

But she was doing that while slightly bending over the table,

And Thoma couldn’t help but stare.

Lumine was bent over in front of him as she set up the tea and her skirt was so short, it did a bad job of covering things. He could gaze at her bare, soft, milky thighs while almost having a peek of her peach behind, the curve of her ass visible to him. Her thigh highs were skin tight enough that some of her plump flesh was spilling from the sides, the briefest hint of black panties underneath her skirt.

Thoma would never be the kind of man to just stare, always being the type of person who would inform Lumine of her position and offer to help cover up but…he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Lumine was just so stunning and sexy, Thoma having always found her to be beautiful in her regular outfit but seeing her in a maid costume made him all the more entranced by her. Having a beautiful woman by his side in a sexy outfit that her curves filled out perfectly while she attended to him…what kind of man would he be if he didn’t find her attractive?

His mind flashed back to when Ayaka wore a similar maid outfit, roleplaying as a servant along with Thoma, the two of them being ‘ordered’ by their Master Ayato to have sex in front of him, entertaining him as he enjoyed some wine. The night was filthy, sexy and Thoma stuffed Ayaka’s pretty ass with so much cum, she was dripping by the end of the night.

He felt his cock twitch from the memory and from seeing Lumine bend over like that, Thoma’s mouth almost watering as he continued to stare, a small part of him wanting to see more-

“Alright, I'm done here.”

Thoma jumped as Lumine looked back at him, body still bent over so she clearly figured out he was staring at her ass.

“S-Sorry!” Thoma said, looking away, cheeks bright and heart heavy. He didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable or make her feel unsafe around him-

“It’s okay.” Lumine said, Thoma’s eyes widening as she suddenly shook her hips, almost like she was tempting him, “Wanna cop a feel?”

“Wh-What?!”

“Or you can give me a spank.��

“No!” Thoma responded on instinct, more taken aback than anything. The woman simply shrugged before straightening up, smoothing her skirt back over her butt.

“Alright. But I'm just letting you know that you can if you want to. I’m your maid, afterall.”

“That doesn’t mean you let me do whatever I want…” Thoma retorted.

“Why not?” She asked, “If i’m ok with it and you want to, then what’s the problem?”

“Lumine- that’s…”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” she said with a teasing smile, “I’m just reminding you that you can order me to do anything. A-ny-thing~”

“A-anything?”

“Anything at all.”

Thoma gulped and Lumine couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit more…

Ayaka had told her of Thoma’s capabilities in bed, that the man had quite the stamina and a good cock to go with it. The cryo user guaranteed that Lumine would have a good time if Thoma and her slept together. Of course, her interest in Thoma wasn’t fueled just by her friend's high praise. Thoma was a lovely, kind, generous and hardworking young man and any woman would be lucky to have him. He had found a home and purpose with the Kamisato’s and he has never taken that for granted, dedicating his life and loyalty to the siblings. His handsome looks, great personality and his not so hidden breeding kink- Lumine couldn’t resist. And from the way he had been looking at her and the time they’ve been spending together, she knew he felt the same way.

“So?” Lumine asked, her voice taking on a teasing tone, “Is there something you’d like me to do?”

The man gulped, his ears turning red as he looked her up and down, his embarrassment almost turning into determination- like he was wondering if she truly was going to keep her word.

‘Well, no harm in trying, right?’ He thought, ‘If I ask her to do something she’s uncomfortable with, I'm sure she’ll put a stop to it.’

“Then…show me your ass.”

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You look good, open casket good…

Chapter I, from the earth to the morgue…

When Amy’s old uni flat mate, Ravi, offers her a job in the police department morgue, just till she gets on her feet. But how will she react when she finds out about the existence of zombies? Especially when one particular zombie is this charming?

What?? An actual fanfiction with multiple chapters???? Yep I’m gonna try my best here…

Word count: 1,083

From the earth to the morgue…

“Okay… so the new mortician is from England?”

Liv asked, quickly downing her brain smoothie, eyeing up Ravi before their new coworker arrived.

“Well, Scotland but close enough… you Americans and your geography…” he rolled his eyes and chuckled, polishing the currently empty autopsy tables, making sure the entire morgue was spotless.

“Remember our agreement. No brains in the kitchen when she’s around, she’s already stressed enough from the move, I don’t think she needs the pressure of a zombie ME on her back.”

Liv rolled her eyes and came back with “what if I blend them up? Cover them in breadcrumbs? What if-“ she was cut short by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Ravi!!!” The duo turned on their heels to see a short women, covered in tattoos and a few piercings, but that’s not what stood out.

Their eyes studied her, her pale skin, dark sunken eyes, white streaks in her black hair.

Ravi looked shocked.

“Amy, you’re a-“

“Still a goth yeah I know… it never really was a phase.” She laughed at her own joke, giggling oblivious to their concerns.

“Right, yep, still a goth…” Ravi collected himself and shot Liv a look, both slightly relieved that the new mortician was not in fact undead.

Amy felt slightly uncomfortable in the silence, looking between the two and taking a step forward, extending her hand to Liv.

“Hi I’m Amy, Ravi mentioned you! Said you’re an amazing colleague!” She smiled wide as she shook her hand. “Nice hair! I had bleached hair for a while but it’s such a hassle! That’s why I stick with the highlights, less maintenance! How do you get your so white!?”

“Oh I-well I was already a blonde so… you know, less…bleach?” Liv questioned her own answer, unsure of how to respond.

“I’m sorry I’m talking your ear off, so where do I start?”

•••

About a week passed and the famous duo turned to the famous trio, Amy’s dark jokes and bubbly personality contrasting her darker look quickly became a staple in the workplace. Her knowledge of true crime and disturbing facts always amused Clive, her and Liv would have many fun chats about fashion and makeup, and it never phased her when her personality would changed.

As for her and Ravi, they still got along as they did in uni, constantly playing pranks on Liv, joking around and fighting over style choices on the deceased, to which Clive always disapproved. ~”cut that out! Ravi let her do her work, she’s the mortician… and I don’t think anyone should take fashion advice from you… dead or alive.”~

“Okay guys I’m heading out for lunch, anyone want anything?” Amy asked, grabbing her bag and making sure she had her purse.

“We’re all good thanks!”

Ravi smiled at her and watched her turn and head out the bay door, waiting till she was out of site before pulling out his phone.

Liv looked at him puzzled. “What are you up to now?”

“Calling Blaine, he’s upstairs waiting on his weekly checkup, and I’m not letting him near Amy, he doesn’t need to annoy her like he annoys us”

She chuckled at his panicked voice and nodded in agreement, he was right, Blaine can be a huge pain in the ass, and the less people he annoys the better, plus knowing him, he’s never able to meet a woman without hitting on her.

“Hey there doctor! How are you doing on this fine day!” Ravi rolled his eyes upon hearing his voice, taunting him with the smug look on his face.

“Sit here and be quiet.” Blaine cocked his eyebrow at Liv.

“Snappy. Who’s brain did you eat?”

She scoffed and turned back to the kitchen, preparing her lunch while she could.

Since she didn’t have much time, she kept it simple, pure old brains in a cup of ramen.

Blaine sat down on the autopsy table, rolling up his sleeves for the blood pressure cuff, looking up at the ceiling as the inspection went on in silence.

Until…

“I’m such an idiot, got all the way to the bagel shop before I realised it was closed on Wednesdays!”

They all looked up to see their human coworker standing at the door, in a room with two zombies…

Liv looked at Ravi in panic mouthing “say something!”

“Oh-you’re back ear-“

Blaine cut him off.

“And who are you? Looks like you’re new to team Z?” He took a good look at her, taking in her pale skin and blonde streaks. Ravi poked him in the back and tried to cut him off.

“I’m Amy!” She said enthusiastically, always friendly…

“I’m sorry, Team what?”

Blaine’s eyes widened and he sat up straight

“So you’re human… is this a style choice or?” She looked at him slightly confused but laughed it off.

“Oh don’t go making vampire jokes, I heard enough of those in high school.” She smiled and walked towards him on the table.

“Blaine DeBeers, nice to meet you, you have the most beautiful eyes…” he grasped her hand.

He could practically feel Ravi and Livs eyes rolling and burning into his back.

“…well then, looks like you’re all done here! See you next week.”

“Woah doc, you should work on your bedside manner, not very professional!”

Amy blushed lightly and looked down, she had to admit he was attractive, but something felt off, which was accentuated by her coworkers dirty looks towards him.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in here, don’t tell me you’re Ravis girlfriend, cuz I know that’s a lie!”

She laughed at his joke and looked over at Ravi, who she could swear was trying to telepathically murder the man in front of her.

“I’m a mortician, I just moved to Seattle, Ravi helped me get a job, it’s just short term, till I find something more secure… not a lot of people want their loved ones cared for in a police department.”

Blaine’s eyes lit up and he smirked at her before pulling a business card from his jacket.

“Well luckily for you… I run a funeral home, and I’m looking for a mortician, my numbers on the back, give me a call sometime.” He winked at her before turning towards the stairs.

“Well then, looks like I should get going, thanks again doc! See you next week.” He nodded towards Ravi and Liv before peering over his shoulder at Amy.

“And hopefully I’ll see you sooner.”

Chapter II

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𓅨 Intermission: An Honest Idiot (A Hob Side Story)

Intermission: An Honest Idiot (A Hob Side Story): Takes place between Chapter 29 and Chapter 30 of ‘Your Fate is Sealed With Mine’. Reader heads out to have lunch with Hob and Matthew in the Waking World. Girl talk ensues. 

Warnings: Smack Talk.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, Side Story to ‘Your Fate is Sealed With Mine’.

Word Count: ~1.2k

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“I don’t think that he’s going to like this when he finds out, ma’am,” Matthew chirped from your shoulder. You didn’t bother sparing him a glance. 

“And since when have I cared for what Morpheus thinks about my activities?” You crisply replied, your leather boots stomping quite heavily on the London sidewalk. It was a cold and rainy day in London. Not unusual weather and it certainly reflected your current mood. Dismal. 

“You clearly are a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a ma, er— Endless, telling you what to do or how to live,” Matthew added. “But at the same time, we both know what he’s like when angered and you running off to the Waking World without him is definitely going to piss him off.”

“Good!” You snapped out, earning yourself a few looks. Right, you were a woman walking the streets of London with a Raven perched on your shoulder, and appeared to be carrying on a conversation with it. It was a strange sight. Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath and slowly let it out. This was supposed to be a stress-relieving trip, not one that only made your stress worse. “Look, Matthew, I need to talk with someone who understands Morpheus and how he thinks, without Morpheus there to intercede. Hob is the only one I have.”

Matthew couldn’t argue with that… but still. You had just up and teleported yourself from the Dreaming? Morpheus was going to lose his mind the moment he realized you were gone. Matthew knew that this was not going to confrontation he wanted to be around for. Turning down a nearby street, you spotted The New Inn and sighed in relief. Already you were feeling better. You made your way down the street to The New Inn’s front door and opened it. Inside the bar was a homely interior that welcomed customers to stay awhile, sip some tea, and enjoy a nice conversation with your friends. You spotted Hob almost immediately, hunched over a stack of papers. Marching over to him and ignoring the looks you got for having a raven on your shoulder, you slouched into the seat across from the immortal man. Hob’s eyes flickered up to you and your slightly sour face. You were speaking before he had a chance to open his mouth. 

“Do you know what I just found out?” You asked, a tinge of hostility within your words. “Apparently, I’m the bloody queen of the Dreaming and married.” Hob’s eyebrows shot up. 

“Did he not tell you?” You aired out a dignified snort. 

“Of course not! I found out about my station through the librarian.” Hob was slightly taken aback. You had found out that you were Morpheus’s queen and wife through the librarian? Surely his old friend was smarter than that. “Exactly how did I end up married and the queen of a realm without knowing it?” Hob coughed slightly and scratched his scalp with his pen. 

“I think we both know he’s not the best at communicating… but you finding that out through the librarian? I’ll admit I’m at a loss on that.” Hob commented, leaning back in his seat. You snorted again and Matthew bobbed his head. 

“You both are bad at communicating, Y/N,” Matthew told you. “Have you tried telling him how you feel?” You, being stubborn and spiteful, crossed your arms and pretended not to hear him. In your mind, Morpheus was doing a shit job telling you what you needed to know and the entire blame was on him. Your face scrunched and you set your elbow down on the table, dropping your chin into your hand. 

“The least he could have done was ask me to marry him, I haven’t got the foggiest idea how to be a queen.” You grumbled softly, tracing random patterns on the table with your fingers. 

“From my experience, he’s not the biggest talker, Y/N,” Hob told you, his eyes gentle and understanding. “He’s been alone for most of his existence, I don’t think he realizes that he needs to communicate with you. Y/N, despite what you may think, he does care about you and wants what is best for you.”

“Oh really, I thought I was just a teasing menace that he is now stuck with for the rest of eternity.” You snipped back with a curl of your upper lip. Hob chuckled before waving at the bartender for a pot of tea, you were surely in need of someone to talk to. Matthew hopped from your shoulder to the table and looked up at you. 

“You’re a menace alright, Y/N, but please remember that no Endless has had a Bonded before. He’s new to this you know.” 

“But failing to tell me that I’m married to him?” You pointed out. Matthew had to admit that-that was kind of a problem. Tea was brought over and Hob pushed a cup your way. You grudgingly accepted it. 

“Touché…” Hob echoed. “Question is, is he tolerable to you?” You froze halfway to taking a sip of your tea and felt a flush ripple it's way up your neck and cheeks to your ears. 

“He’s intolerable,” You rumbled out, trying to quell the thoughts suddenly flying through your mind. You most certainly didn’t want him to hug you… or kiss you passionately because you had been daydreaming about his lips for the last three weeks… you certainly didn’t wonder what he looked like beneath his dark clothing. Matthew and Hob could clearly see how you felt about your impromptu husband. 

“Oh, so you do like him!” Matthew hopped several places in excitement, his wings fluttering. You shot the raven a dirty scowl as Hob smothered his own chuckle behind his mug of tea.  

“I—“ You went to fire back an affirmative ‘no’, but found that your refusal and denial stuck in your throat. Both raven and man snickered further. “Don’t laugh at me! Morpheus is being a twat!”

“Aye but I don’t think you’re making it easy on him, Y/N,” Hob told you, eyeing your features. Even he could see how beautiful you were, it probably didn’t take much taunting or teasing on your part to drive Morpheus crazy. He was clearly head over heels in love with you and didn’t know how to properly express it let alone tell you. You took offense to his words and bristled. 

“I stopped trying to tease him ages ago.” Hob’s eyebrow rose in challenge. 

“Y/N, I don’t believe you have to try to do so in the first place.” You grunted in disagreement.

“Can we please talk about something other than my nonexistent relationship with Dream of the Endless?” You huffed. 

“We can talk about hot dogs?” Matthew offered. You held a finger up in his face. 

“No, just no,” You warned the raven. Matthew started arguing back with you and Hob had to come between the two of you as you started drawing attention from the other customers. Huffing out, you looked at Hob and narrowed your eyes. “Alright then, Hob, have anyone special in your life?”

Hob choked on his next sip of tea. 

Date Published: 11/23/22

Last Edit: 8/20/23

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Some head-canons for cod characters while I work on a request and I’m at a family birthday party

Kinda suggestive on Keegans part, mentions of alcohol and smoking

Gaz

Held his mums hand in public until he was 17

Mamas boy

Had the type of father son relationship where they would play catch outside

Hot chocolate >> coffee

Absolutely terrified of kids but kids are all over him when he’s out in public or anywhere with kids

Whenever he got face paint as a kid at birthday party’s or something he always either got a tiger or Spider-Man

Gaming nerd

Constantly worried for Price because Price smokes

Most in tune with pop culture and social media

Has a tik tok account with 40K followers

He just posts training videos and self defence and people eat it up (people meaning me)

Pretty average childhood

First job was at a hotdog stand when he was 16

Ghost

Goes mute on rare occasions

Complete opposite of Gaz, loves kids but they’re terrified of him

Was a hot wheels kids but considering his childhood he would always just play with his friends hot wheels

Autistic

Secretly really attached to Price in a father son way but would rather die than admit it

Body is a HEATER. Literally never cold always complaining about how it’s hot

Insomniac (probably a trauma response but we don’t talk about that)

Joined the military to feel stronger than his father but stayed because he actually enjoyed it and made friends

On the rare occasion he does sleep he’s out like a light for at least 10+ hours

Type of kid in high-school to have no friends but didn’t care

Price

Favourite food is a scone

Scotch drinker

Trying to quit smoking for Gaz but struggles, needs a stress reliever from time to time

Body is also a heater but not as bad as Ghost

Was a sports kid in high-school

Kids are all over him and constantly think he’s like 97, he doesn’t mind tho he’s like a father

Typa dad to play catch with his kid

Recovering alcoholic

Very much popular nice kid in high-school. Everyone loved him and he got good grades

Sneezes like an explosion went off

Probably needs glasses to read

Soap

Basically deaf, “Huh? Huh? Huh?”

Kids hate him and he hates kids he likes it that way

Ate straight up mud and worms as a kid

Eats cereal RELIGIOUSLY

Body feels cold but he’s always saying how hot it is

Typa guy to walk an old woman across the street

Has a god awful amount of hair gel that he doesn’t even use because his hair defies gravity

Plays the bagpipes but not very well

Wakes up first. Without fail.

Ate dog food as a kid

No one touches the Mohawk (except Ghost)

Has a tik tok but like 72 followers and he gets so excited when he gets over 10 likes, he shows Gaz and Gaz doesn’t wanna break his heart by telling him that’s really not a lot

Loses his train of thought mid sentence

König

Also goes mute sometimes

When he gets too anxious and someone tries to talk to him and he’s not mute he’s speaking German and German only

Cold, all the time

Bounces his leg when he sits

Cant sleep properly for shit

Cuts his own hair because he hates having to communicate to people

His first birthday present was a fake crown from his parents

Kind of kid to hide behind his parents legs when he was little

Doesn’t drink or smoke or anything because it makes him sick

Likes soup idk why he just likes soup

Animal person but he’s so scared of hurting them especially really small animals like kittens

Gets sunburnt really easy

Sleeps with 5 thick blankets + 1 weighted blanket

Like soft fluffy things

Has to sometimes make his own clothes or blankets considering his size

Had a childhood cat that he considered his best friend

Keegan

Calls everyone who’s younger than him “kid” even if they’re just an hour younger or smth

Swears he’s a good driver (he’s canonically not)

Bit of a perv honestly (by bit I mean very much). He’s not creepy or anything just dirty minded

Was a Lego kid

Avoids children like the plague

Drinks beer but ever rarely

Also chronically cold

Was always the cooler older cousin

Like his steak burnt to a crisp

Spicy food enjoyer

Also good with pop culture and social media

Has a Twitter with 60K followers

Posts stuff in tactical gear

Knows what he’s doing if you know what I mean

Listens to metal

Also likes playing games

Really really nice hands

Ok that’s it for now. Can you tell I like Gaz and Keegan the most? Yeah. I want them

It’s so cold outside rn wtf

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spider-Verse)- AU Crossover - Extra

Cases sometimes took a turn for the worse. In this instance you’d narrowly missed a blast. After they apprehended the unsub, the team had all driven to the hospital to check in on you. 

The doctors had yet to address them and they were becoming a bit anxious. When you boarded the ambulance you looked disoriented. There were clear signs of a concussion, so of course Hotch basically demanded that you get checked out. He knew how easily such an injury could become detrimental.

When the doctor finally came out, she offered them a smile.

“It was just a mild concussion. We’re doing extra tests, but she should be ready to leave first thing in the morning.”

They all released a sigh of relief. It was great news, however the look the woman wore proved that there was something else that needed to be addressed.

“Is everything okay?” Hotch questioned.

She nodded hesitantly.

“Usually we regard the information to a next of kin, or a spouse, but her records show that she has no family living in the area. Her parents are also deceased. Given your job description I feel as though it’s wise that I speak with you privately Agent Hotcher.”

JJ and Reid exchanged a look. Morgan is weary. Hotch nodded, turning to Rossi.

“If it’s okay, I’d like to have a witness with me.”

She nodded.

“Of course, please, follow me.”

Morgan knew for a fact that whatever it was, Hotch would fill them in. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too horrible. He sent a reassuring gaze to Reid and JJ as Hotch disappeared around the corner.

The doctor pulled them into a separate room.

“I’m sure I don’t have to stress how delicate this matter is. Since I am speaking with both of you, we will have to confront my patient together after I’ve explained.”

“Understood.” Rossi agreed.

She nodded.

“During our overall check there appeared to be no issues. Your agent is as healthy as an ox. Her stamina and pressure is next to perfect. Her external injuries however were a lot more severe.” She opened the folder and they were surprised to see images of marks around her body.

“She has two bruises from what appear to be bite marks on her shoulder. They were superficial which is a huge relief. But there were similar marks on her inner thighs and faded marks on her hip as well as near her pelvic area. From what I can see, these were all done to her by another person.”

The severity of the situation hit them like a brick.

“She’s being abused..” Rossi muttered. He almost couldn’t believe it.

Hotch’s jaw was clenched hard.

“Given that she is a federal agent, I implore that you take the necessary steps to get her professional help. If she hasn’t reached out, it must mean that her abuser is of higher status and she’s afraid to apprehend him. I’ve seen too many cases where these monsters get away.”

Hotch had every intention to grill you on this situation. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen any signs. He didn’t spot any significant changes in your behavior. If anything you were much happier. Which he took as a sign that you had recently entered a relationship.

“I’m looking for (Y/N), por favor, ayúdame!”

The voice on the other side caught all their attention. When they walked out, it all seemed to click. Hotch’s steely gaze fixed on Miguel. He gestured to the doctor, and she seemed to understand.

“She’s right this way sir.”

They all walked in silence. The second they made it to your room and the door slid open, Miguel breathed a sigh of relief. Your eyes lit up and he was at your side immediately.

“You’re always so careless.” He lectured. You pout.

“Come on, did you drive all this way to scold me? I’m fine, it was just a concussion.” He stood at your bedside, still frowning, but overall relieved.

The tense energy from the rest of the people present pulled your attention.

“Why all the long faces, I’m not terminally ill.” You joked. You hoped it would gain a reaction, but Rossi and Hotch were still glaring in Miguel’s direction. If you had to guess, they looked ready to shoot him and you didn’t understand why.

“What’s with the death glares?”

Your doctor shifted.

“I apologize, but under certain circumstances we are authorized to notify the police in the event of abuse cases.”

“Abuse? What are you talking about?”

“She’s talking about the multiple bruises all over your body.”

Hotch sounds pissed, and for a moment you’re completely confused. Miguel is too. At least for a while. When recognition finally hits, you both flush. Your cheeks are the very depiction of a cherry. Miguel doesn’t look much better.

Hotch as well as Rossi are confused by the reaction. Usually victims took a defensive stance, but the both of you look more embarrassed than anything else.

“I-It’s really not what you think.”

The doctor looks between you and Miguel, then back at Hotch and Rossi.

“Am I missing something?”

You fidget, and Miguel refuses to make eye contact.

You finally sigh in defeat, reaching for his collar as you pull him down to your height. He stumbles.

“W-What are you-”

Your fingers part his lips and they all stare at his pointed canines.

“Miguel has a condition. I’m sure you’ve noticed that he’s built a bit bigger than the average man.” You pull your fingers back, still mortified that you’ve been caught in this discussion with your superiors of all people. Miguel slowly raises to his full height.

“H-He’s not doing what you think he is. W-We just get a little carried away sometimes when we’re..being intimate..” You almost whisper the last part.

This is beyond humiliating.

Now that it’s all out in the open, the doctor bows her head.

“I’m so sorry for assuming the worst.”

You shake your head, still unable to look your superiors in their eyes. Hotch is relieved to say the least. Rossi laughs.

“You really had us going there kid.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

You’re still blushing.

“You might want to take it easy in the future, big guy.” Rossi jabs playfully.

“S-SHE’S THE ONE THAT KEPT ASKING ME FOR MORE!”

“D-DON’T TELL HIM THAT!!”

You are mortified. Miguel huffs.

“I’ll be outside.” He grumbles.

“Good riddance!” You shout. 

The door closes behind him and you run a hand over your face.

“I wish I could evaporate right about now."

Rossi holds back another laugh.

~

The ordeal was one you hoped to never have again.

The night that follows you’re slipping into Miguel’s bed. You leave a kiss on his cheek, and he acknowledges it. It’s when you begin to trail them lower that he gets where this is going.

“No, we’re not doing anything until your bruises heal.”

He turns, laying on the bed.

“W-What! That’s not fair.”

“I think it’s more than fair since your boss immediately assumed I was a controlling monster."

“I mean those marks were pretty visible. Still hot though.”

You smirk, but he still has his back to you.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Nooo! You can’t just go to sleep, I’m horny!” You see the inkling of red on his cheeks at your statement.

“T-That’s not my problem.”

“LET ME HAVE SEX WITH YOU MIGUEL!!

“G-GO TO SLEEP!!”

Yes, your love was indeed one for the books. 

[whenihaveyouromione]

When I Have You - Chapter 96

Read on Fanfiction.net or ao3.

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Chapter 96

Ever since he’d started working at the Ministry, Ron realised that he’d rarely left it during the day. Most of his days were spent underground, in an office, walking the corridors or in the lunch room in the hope of catching his wife at the same time. 

But today, he’d escaped aboveground. He had an hour and for a while, he simply wandered Muggle London. Once upon a time ago, he would have felt completely lost and bewildered to be in an environment he was very much not used to. Over the years, though, he’d grown accustomed to how it all worked. He understood money, how appliances functioned, and simply how to converse with Muggles without bringing magic into the conversation. Now, he could walk past a shop and not wonder what a ‘computer’ was, because he knew and could envision it in his head. 

He stopped in a small cafe and ordered food, paying for it with only a moment’s hesitation on how much he needed to give over to the worker. He then smiled at the woman taking his money, thanked her and left with his food. 

It was a fairly simple life, he realised. At least for Ron.

For the second half an hour of his break, he returned to the most familiar part of London — Diagon Alley. There, he was amongst people like him and he was free to carry his wand around and he didn’t receive odd looks when he walked past in robes. 

Here was a place that he’d grown up in, visited with his family to either buy his older siblings’ school supplies and wishing it was him, or going with his mother when everyone else was at school, he and Ginny tagging along and staring into the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies. 

He had the best of both worlds now, and maybe, if things didn’t work out in the wizarding world, he could find a job in the Muggle one. He wondered if Hermione would agree to that.

That was an option, though not one he really wanted. 

He only had about twenty minutes left when he stopped out the front of his brother’s shop. As usual, it was filled with colour and noise and when he peered through the window he saw that it was filled with small children and their parents.

He made a note that he’d have to take Rosie here when she was a bit older and then entered. George was at the back, trying to serve a never-ending line of paying customers, all the while keeping his eye on the others, probably making sure they didn’t run off with anything.

Ron had always admired George’s positivity. Growing up, Fred and George had always been the ones to make others laugh. But right now, he looked flat-out stressed. He seemed to be doing the job of three people.

“Alright there, George?” he asked, coming to the counter.

George barely glanced at him, accepting a handful of Galleons from a woman with two young children bouncing on their toes with their new toys. 

“I’m more busy than I’ve ever been and it’s not even the summer holidays!” George eventually said.

“Where’s Verity?” Ron asked. 

George waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the shelves. “Over there, trying to be in more than one place at the same time. I’m going to miss her when she goes, that’s for sure.”

Ron peered through the crowd, but couldn’t spot the woman that had been in the shop virtually from its opening. He’d only met her a handful of times, talked to her even less, but she did seem on top of everything, and George seemed to really like her and appreciate her working for him.

“What brings you here?” George then said, finally looking at Ron in a lull moment before the next group stepped to the counter. “Aren’t you working?”

“Lunch,” Ron said. “But I do have to be back in a moment. Just thought I’d drop in and say hi. I didn’t realise you’d be so busy.”

George snorted. “Been like this for a while now. That’s four Galleons.” He held out a hand to a boy and girl, both about ten, to take their money. “Hence why I want to open up in Hogsmeade. Relieve some of the pressure.”

“It’s good for business, though, isn’t it?” Ron said. “I mean…”

“If I had the staff to manage it properly.”

“You haven’t found anyone else?” Ron asked. 

“Nobody I trust to run a whole damn shop on their own. I’ve got a few workers in mind to assist, but I really need someone at Hogsmeade to oversee things.”

Ron once again looked around the shop. It had more and more products each time he visited. George was a genius. He couldn’t quite grasp how his brother could continue coming up with ideas and putting them out to have them successfully sold. He was the most successful business in Diagon Alley — no one could deny that. 

“Then, ever since I put out my Homework-Helping-Cheat-Free range, the owl orders for Hogwarts have picked up by eighty percent. I can barely produce them in time. Some students are getting them a whole month after they order it. What’s the point by then? Exams are over.”

“You can only do so much,” Ron reasoned. “You need —”

“Help,” George said. “Yeah.”

Ron fell silent. He only had a few minutes before he had to get back to the Ministry, though seeing how stressed his brother was made him want to stay. Perhaps he could take money from people. He didn’t know much about the products, but he could take money. 

“Listen, mate, I’m really busy, I’d love to chat, but I just can’t.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Ron said. “I’ve got to get back to work anyway.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “Hey, how do you feel about me stopping by at five today? As you close?”

“I don’t have a problem,” George said, “but Hermione might. Isn’t she at home today with a screaming baby?”

“It’ll be quick,” Ron said. “Just… wait around a bit?”

George shrugged. “Alright.”

“Thanks.” Ron left the shop after that and Disapparated from the street, an idea already forming in his head. It wouldn’t be much, or as well-paying as the Aurors, but he supposed it could do for the meantime. Ron was looking for a change, George needed help. It was the perfect answer to the problem he’d been dwelling over for years now. 

He’d help George out in the shop. 

…

The evening was a cool one, the sky above dark and grey, but Ron’s mood felt light. He had sent a memo to Hermione after returning from his lunch to tell her he had to help George with something. She hadn’t sounded too upset, but was very aware that she had been with Rose all day and he’d make this quick.

He couldn’t see why George would deny him the offer. Ron couldn’t promise he’d be the best, but he was help and that was what George was after. Perhaps he could help enough for George to finally open his Hogsmeade shop. 

Despite all the shops being closed, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes still shone brightly. In that moment, he appreciated the joy George’s work brought to everyone — children and adults alike. He couldn’t wait to bring Rose here and see her face light up when she saw all the bright colours. 

George was restocking the shelves when Ron entered, this time, to a much quieter environment. The customers were gone and now it was just George. He seemed more relaxed.

“Made a killing today, I bet,” Ron said by way of greeting.

George smiled and laughed. “I’m on my way to Gringotts after this to put it all in the vaults.”

“Vaults?” Ron questioned, surprised. Was George making enough money to keep two vaults in the wizarding bank? If that was true, he’d kept that very quiet.

“My one, and the business one. Gotta pay my staff… well… my skeleton staff, that is.” He frowned. 

“That’s what I came to talk to you about, actually,” Ron said. 

That caught George’s attention. He lowered his wand from levitating boxes to the higher shelves and turned to Ron with a raised eyebrow. “What, you’ve come here to offer your services, have you?” Ron could tell he meant it as a joke.

“I have.”

“You — what?”

Ron moved to the back of the room where the counter was. “Is there a place we can talk? Sit?”

George nodded, indicating his office at the back. “Come in. Tell me exactly what’s going through your mind, brother.”

Ron followed George into the office, noticing the boxes of products, tests and piles and piles of plans and drawings scattered throughout it. It was near impossible to move, let alone sit, but George managed to find two chairs beneath the mess. 

Ron sat in an old wooden chair that wasn’t very comfortable, but it’d do. 

“So,” George said, not wasting any time. “Tell me. How are you supposed to help me out when you’re out there fighting all the bad guys all the time?”

“I’ve decided to leave the Aurors.”

George’s eyes widened. He didn’t speak for a few seconds. “Are you serious?” he eventually asked.

Ron nodded. “I’ve decided it’s not for me. The days are long, most spent inside an office rather than being out on the field. And even if they were, I’d much rather come home to Rosie and Hermione in one piece than beat up, or not at all…”

“Wow,” George said, scratching his head. “That’s… that’s huge. The Aurors are like —”

“Not everything it’s talked up to be,” Ron said. “At least not for me. I’ve been wanting to for a while, but it’s been hard. I know we’ll be losing income, and with a baby…”

“Yeah, you have a kid now,” George said thoughtfully. 

“Yeah, and it changes things.”

“So, you want to come and work for me instead?” George said. “The safer option?”

Ron nodded. “Something like that. And, also… I can see you need the help.”

George laughed. “That’s a step down, don’t you think? From an Auror to standing behind a counter taking money from eager children and tired parents, or stocking shelves.”

“It’s what I need right now.”

George thought for a moment. “Does Hermione know about this? I mean, does she know of your plans, or —”

“She knows I plan on leaving. She… gets it. I think. She doesn’t know I’m here talking to you, though. Not about this.”

“And she’ll be okay with you moving from there to… here? I know how she feels about my products…”

“It’s not really her choice,” Ron said shortly, then sobered. “I think she’ll feel better if I have a plan, which I do now. If you’ll have me, I mean.”

“Of course I’ll have you!” George said. “Merlin, I could use any help I can get. Though, it doesn’t solve my issue of staff. Verity said she was out of here the moment I found someone to replace her…”

“At least you’ll be working with your brother?” Ron offered, a sheepish smile forming.

“Huh. Yeah, that’ll —” He paused, something in his expression changing. Ron wondered if the mention of brother had brought back memories of Fred; how, were Fred here, they wouldn’t be in this predicament. But then his mouth broke out into a grin.

“What?” Ron questioned. “What’s so funny?”

“I just had a thought!” George said excitedly. “You know I’m looking for someone to run the shop in Hogsmeade. Well, the shop that doesn’t yet exist. What if that’s you?”

“What?” Ron said, taken aback by this turn. He’d come here offering his services to help his brother, not… not take charge of a whole shop. 

“Well… think about it!” George said. “You know I want someone I can trust, and I can trust you. These days I can, anyway. I mean, you’ve got a wife who keeps you in check, and you’re a dad now, which is a hell of a lot of responsibility. And we’d keep it in the family, too. I run this place, you run the one in Hogsmeade. The boss.” He thought some more, giving Ron the opportunity to speak. 

“I’m not sure I’m out for —”

“I have an even better offer for you!” George cut in as if Ron hadn’t even spoken. He looked at Ron gleefully. “Become part owner with me?”

“What?” Ron’s mouth opened. “No, no, that’s not what I —”

“You’re serious about leaving the Aurors, right?” George continued.

“Yeah, but —”

“I can guarantee that this business is doing well enough that being part owner would not be much of a difference to what you’re earning with the Aurors. Maybe, if we have a good week, it could be even better.”

“George, I’m not sure I —”

“It was built to be run by two,” George said. “Fred and I. It’s hard doing it on my own. It’s exhausting, not to mention that my whole life is based around how well it does. Did you know I haven’t actually had a girlfriend since… well… since forever? And I haven’t even been on a date? I don’t have the time to even think about dating, because all my attention is on keeping this shop up and running.”

“No,” Ron said warily.

“There the rest of you are, living your lives, in long-term relationships, married,  kids… and here I am —”

“Running the most popular business in wizarding England,” Ron interjected. 

George smiled and then shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “True enough. But… it’d be good to have someone to share the responsibility with. You know, deal with some owl orders. Have some fresh ideas, too.” He gestured vaguely to the shop front. “You might not remember this, but way back, you and Harry came in here with a little crawling Teddy and you suggested I put in some things suitable for the real little ones.”

Ron frowned. He didn’t remember that. 

“Well, I took that on board and they’re some of my most popular products outside of the school range. So, you’ve got the ideas, Ron. Maybe bring those ideas to the table. Have them here. Work on them with me. As my partner.”

Ron opened his mouth to protest again, but when he searched for an argument, nothing actually came. Other than him knowing absolutely nothing about how to run a business, this seemed like an even better opportunity than his original plan to offer his assistance. 

It seemed all too surreal, and a little unbelievable that everything seemed to be falling into place. He was walking away from one job and into another that was potentially just as good financially, if not better. 

But, there was one big problem. He wanted to spend more time with Rose and be present more. Taking on something such as this wouldn’t allow for that.

“Mate, I must say, this is a huge thing, and I appreciate it, but, the whole reason for me doing this is to be with my daughter more —���

“You can have her here,” George said. “I mean, when Hermione’s back at work and everything, you can have her here. I see the babies brought in here all the time. The bright colours entertain them and they love it. Besides, she’d be a huge selling factor.”

“So, you want to use my kid as a sales tool?” Ron questioned.

“No, but it can’t hurt. My point is, though, you can have her here and work. And, if you can’t come in, then you can easily do stuff from home.” He pointed up. “I sit up there often. Well, I did, when I had the numbers to be down here. It’s nice at times. Being the boss has its perks.”

Ron shook his head, but not as an answer, more trying to process everything that had happened in the past five minutes. The scariest part was that he was almost considering the offer as a serious opportunity. 

“I can see you’re torn,” George said. “You can think about it. I got a bit excited. But… I’d love to work with my little brother. Plus, I know you wouldn’t let me down.”

Ron wasn’t as confident in that assumption, but he nodded. 

“When you say ‘part owner’,” Ron began slowly, “you mean like…”

“Literally part owner. Half of this would be yours. I’d ask you to buy it off me, but… honestly, you’d just be filling a gap that has been here for seven years. So… just… fill that gap. And, if anything happened to you and me, you’d have something for Rose to inherit, and any future kids you might have. Merlin knows I won’t be having them anytime soon.”

A sinking feeling filled Ron. Was George asking him to replace Fred? Was that the reason? That he needed someone to fill a hole that hadn’t ever been filled since Fred died? He didn’t want to be that person. He didn’t want to be Fred. He couldn’t be Fred.

George seemed to know what he was thinking. “Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to replace him. I just want you to fill the gap — and all the work — he left me with. Besides, I think he’d be happy to know it was you who was taking over.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Ron said. “Both of you never took me all that seriously…”

“Yeah we did,” George said, grinning. “We greatly admired the way you always got yourself into trouble, doing dangerous things…”

“You never showed it.”

“That’s because teasing you was so much more fun.” George chuckled. “If that’s going to be the deciding factor of your decision, though, then on behalf of Fred and I… I apologise for all the shit we did back in the day. We were young, too. I’d like to think we’ve both matured.”

“Yeah. We have, I guess.”

George took a blank piece of parchment from the desk near him and snatched up a quill. He scribbled something on it and passed it to Ron. “That’s the standard profit we make each week, excluding what I pay for staff and products and things. On an average week, that’s what I take home for myself. Happy to split it fifty-fifty with you because with an extra shop, that means more customers and it might just double. But it’ll go up for sure.”

Ron accepted the slip and read it. He did a quick calculation of half the figure and realised it was only a little less than what he was earning with the Aurors. He looked back at George, eyes wide. “It’s this successful?”

George nodded. “The shop, the owl orders, yeah, it’s doing alright. People need a laugh.” He took the slip back from Ron and smiled. “So, what do you say? Will you be my partner?”

Ron really couldn’t see a reason to say no. If George’s numbers were right, their income would be virtually the same as before, but it would contain the flexibility of being able to have Rose with him. And on days that he couldn’t get to the shop, he could stay at home with her and… work. Perhaps he could do the owl orders and send them all off. It was exactly what he wanted. Needed.

“Erm, yeah, I guess,” Ron said, breaking out into a grin. “Completely unexpected, because I thought I was just offering you some help, but this might just be perfect for what I’m after. You’d have to show me the ropes, though. And teach me how all the products work, because I’m not exactly caught up with that. But… yeah, if you’ll have me.”

George jumped up, whooping. He then clapped Ron on the shoulder. “Welcome aboard, partner. You are officially part of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.”

Ron smiled, and then beamed. “Yeah… yeah I am!” Somehow, this felt right. Like he’d made the right decision. 

“How long will it take you to finish up with the Aurors?” George said.

Ron shrugged. “A month or two? I haven’t told anyone but Harry yet.”

“How about we say March?” George said. “I’m going to send an owl tonight accepting the conditions of the Hogsmeade premise. It’ll take a month or two to get all the products over, the signage up, so that works, I think!”

“Yeah, March is good!” Ron said. “Wow…”

“Yes, yes, it’s happening so fast. We’ll find some new employees. Verity will be pleased to be out, and Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes will be more successful than ever!” George clapped Ron on the back again. 

“Now to just tell Hermione the good news!” Ron said, sarcasm etching his voice with the words good news. He knew the last thing she’d want would be to refer to her husband as the part-owner of a joke shop. It was probably much more exciting to tell everyone she was married to an Auror.  

“She’ll be alright,” George said. “Show her the profit I make. She won’t say no after that.” He glanced down at his watch. “It’s getting late, but how about I stop by tomorrow morning? We can go through it with her so she’s on board?”

Ron nodded. “Yeah, that might be for the best. If she hears it from you, she might be —”

“Less inclined to agree,” George said thoughtfully.

“I was going to say more inclined. I know nothing about running a business, but believe it or not, she admires your success, even if she doesn’t like what you sell. How about ten tomorrow? That gives us time to sort Rosie out and whatnot.”

George nodded. “Ten is fine. I’ll break the good news to Verity and then… leave her to run the place and head on over. I can’t wait to see little Rose again.”

Ron smiled. “She’ll be glad to see you, too.”

George clapped his shoulder. “Once again, welcome aboard, mate. I look forward to having you on my team.”

“Thanks,” Ron said. He left the shop and Disapparated home, landing on his doorstep. When he came in, he found Hermione once again in the kitchen with Rose asleep in her bouncer on the table.

Hermione smiled. “Everything with George okay?” she asked as he kissed her.

“Better than okay,” Ron said, grinning. “He’s coming round tomorrow. I’ve solved the problem of what I’m going to do when I leave the Aurors.”

[briamichellewrites]

10

Bria discovered that Brad was a functional alcoholic. He could work while under the influence of alcohol and act completely normal. She could tell he had been drinking because he had become angry and defensive. He didn’t have a problem. But he did. He was just in denial about how much he was drinking. It all came from his depression and his inability to meet the high expectations he set for himself. His drinking also came from his inability to meet his parents’ expectations of him.

Tiny was afraid of him when he was drinking. She hid from him, so Bria took her out of the house to relieve her stress and anxiety. Mike took her in and spoiled her with love and attention. She was a little on edge for the first day but she gradually calmed down. While he was at work, they went through his stuff to find hidden bottles of alcohol.

They found a lot hidden in the closet and under the bed. This wasn’t just casual drinking, but an addiction. They put boxes into his car to keep him away from temptation. Yes, he could just go buy more. She thought about leaving him because of the stress he was putting on Tiny. At the same time, she loved him and she wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. Mike didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t have any experience with addiction.

When he got home, he was very upset to find that his alcohol was gone. Where was Tiny? Mike stood back while she tried to talk to him.

“Tiny and the alcohol are with Mike.”

“Why the hell did you take her away from me?”

“Because she’s scared of you. She’s just a little kitten. Brad, I love you but when you’re drinking, you are really mean to me. You get angry very easily and I’m walking on eggshells around you. You need help. I want to marry you someday but not like this.”

He started crying. Mike nodded at her in approval. Good job. After a moment, he wiped his tears away and declared he didn’t need help. In the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing to her. It made him feel guilty. The more guilty he felt, the more he drank. The more he drank, the more guilty he felt. It was a cycle. Alcohol had such a hold on him, that he couldn’t let go of it.

He had everything, but he still wasn’t satisfied. Not even Bria could make him stop drinking. He loved her but he was pushing her away. They were going to get married and have children together. But what kind of father and husband would he be if he wasn’t sober? He wanted to go back to that restaurant in Cannes and relive that experience because it was the first time he met her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She joked with him about going to France and not knowing French. He stood up to his parents for her. That was not easy. He was scared of their reaction. To his surprise, they apologized to them. Now, she was afraid of him. He was cruel to her. It wasn’t him. It was his addiction speaking for him. He never wanted to be that person. But, he was.

I’m sorry. He walked out of the room. Mike had her come over to his place to give him space. She nodded and followed him out.

Tiny was thrilled to see her human! She rubbed against her leg and purred. Bria bent over and picked her up. She kissed her forehead. I love you. She loved her too. They went into his living room and sat down. He expressed how deeply proud he was of her. She was proud of herself too. He took her phone in case he tried to contact her.

“Don’t marry Brad. He’s letting you know that he’s not going to stop drinking. This is only going to get worse before he decides to get help. You and Tiny deserve better. Whose name is on the house?”

“Mine.”

“Change the locks. Call a locksmith. Then, he pack his stuff up. If you need to, you can have police officers there when he comes home.”

“I don’t think I’ll need the police because he hasn’t threatened us or done anything violent.”

“Okay. I’ll let you make that decision. Brad is not the only guy in the world. Brad, Rob, Joe, and Chester all have a crush on you. Well, Chester’s married so don’t pick him.”

She didn’t know that. He confirmed it to be true. What about him? He regretted leaving her, though he was very happy with Phoenix. She didn’t want him leaving him to be with her. Don’t cheat on him. He appreciated that and he promised he wouldn’t. Tiny meowed because she had stopped petting her. She laughed and continued petting her. Thank you, human!

The following day, she found Brad alone in the studio. He was surprised to see her. If she was looking for Mike, he wasn’t there. She just left Mike’s. He got confused and asked her about Brad. She was leaving him. He asked why. As far as they knew, they were incredibly happy together. She explained about his drinking. He expressed sympathy for her. What about him? Why was she there to see him? Because Mike told her he had a crush on her. He laughed a little embarrassed.

Yes, it was true. The whole band had a crush on her. Well, except for Phoenix. He just wanted one kiss. She agreed to give him that. When he felt her lips on his, he felt he was in heaven. If this was some sucky romantic movie, there would be fireworks going off around them. They were alone in the studio with zero cameras and nobody coming in.

He wanted to touch and feel her inside out. After getting consent, he went over and closed the door before coming back over. He laid her down on the couch before getting on top.

Meow? Tiny was curious about what Mike was doing. He laughed and scratched her head. What are you doing, human? She lifted her paw and tilted her head. He put his drawing book and pencil down. It was just some sketches for their album. As a dog guy, he never thought he would love cats. Until he met Tiny. She was one hundred percent adorable. Just like Bria.

She pawed at the paper. It felt funny and it made a strange sound. She tried biting it but he wouldn’t let her. Hey! He handed her one of her toys to chew on while he continued working. Ok, human. You win this time. He laughed. Kittens were like toddlers in that they were curious about everything.

They also put everything in their mouths and demanded constant attention. But, they were so adorable. She was exploring the world around her. Brad loved being inside Bria. The last woman he had been with was a short-term girlfriend in college. That relationship didn’t last long because they were not compatible. They were more like friends than romantic partners.

It sucked but it was part of life. He was not the kind of guy who hooked up. Rather, he preferred to be in a long-term relationship. Bria was different, though. He didn’t care if she was a hookup because he had the satisfaction that he had slept with her. She could have any guy she wanted but she had chosen him. He pulled out after finishing inside of her. After catching his breath, he got up and put his boxers and pants back on with her doing the same. They then shared a kiss.

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Chapter 31: Brave New Steps Part II

(A COUPLE YEARS LATER….)

Mari was crying as she watched her little brother walk across the stage of the auditorium.

He was graduating…and she couldn’t find the right words to describe just how happy and proud she was of him.

And yet, the nostalgic part of her was crying her heart out because she felt like it was still too soon.

….

….

They’ve definitely come a long way since the accident six years ago….

It’s hard to believe that it was that long ago…or that it even happened.

Sunny was more confident and open about himself and his emotions. Mari was taking more notice of her surroundings and said surroundings much more seriously. And they were happier with themselves because of that.

Hero rubbed Mari’s back with a comforting smile, “It’s alright, Mari. It’s okay.” “No, it’s not! Our baby brothers are both growing up too fast!” The young woman exclaimed.

The young man sighed softly, “The sororal instinct in you is showing again.” Mari gave an annoyed expression, “Oh hush. We might have kids one day and you and I would be reacting the same way when they graduate.”

Speaking of parents, she was really glad that Aubrey agreed to move in with her and Hero, far away from her bitch of a biological mother….

As for getting Sunny to move in with her and Hero…it was a long argument with their mother about that.

It was difficult...for her to keep her frustration in check. But when her mother claimed that moving away from Faraway was for the best and that benefit of her children, Mari nearly lost it.

Considering that her mother wasn't giving her or Sunny much choices, it wasn't hard for the young woman to compare her mother to her father....

Mari expressed firmly that regardless of how well she meant and what job opportunities she had, her mother was still being dishonest with her children.

She also reminded her mother that, despite having woken up from a four-year coma, she was closer to being an adult than a child...and deserved to make her own choices.

She also argued that Sunny should be making his own choices too.

....

....

The young woman felt bad....

She never had seen her mother so...heartbroken before. But in the end, she gave in to her daughter and son's wishes.

Though to make sure that her children had support, she offered to pay for whatever rent Mari and Hero's apartment needed until the group had a stable source of income.

Mari agreed without hesitation, knowing that none of the group were ready for jobs yet....

....

....

When Sunny and Aubrey were both moved in and situated, they both expressed interest in helping Mari and Hero maintain this group home.

Mari ultimately agreed to the whole idea, despite being initially worried about how it might effect their stress. Hero also suggested that the teens wait until they graduate before job-searching, which also helped relieve some of Mari's worries.

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….

After the graduation ceremony, the group met in the parking lot, where upon spotting her little brother, Mari swept him up in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, sunshine.” She grinned.

Sunny hummed, simply resting his head on his sister’s shoulder, before the young woman reminded him, “You can take a nice long nap when we get home, alright?”

Feeling Sunny nodding against her, Mari motioned Aubrey to join her, hugging her tightly as well. “I’m so so proud of you two.” She told the teenagers.

As Aubrey hugged back, she asked with a small smile, “Did you two cry?” “Of course I cried!” The young woman exclaimed, before pouting, “You’re not allowed to be 18 yet….”

“Not when I missed out on four years of you two grow up.” She added, feeling Sunny hug her tighter. Mari combed her brother’s hair with a sad expression. She knew that he was feeling guilty about what happened again….

He was likely going to feel like this occasionally for a long time after this.

The two of them would get through it, though….

“Hero started sobbing when Kel got on stage.” Mari said, changing topics. Kel, who was only a few feet away, gave a grin, “He is right now. Like a mother hen.”

“No, I’m not!” Hero exclaimed, tears running down his face as if it were a comic strip. Mari gave a small chuckle, before releasing Sunny and Aubrey, “Come on. First, we’re going home to relax and then we’ll have dinner with everyone.”

“Who’s coming?” Kel asked as the five went to the van. Hero smiled, “Mincy, for one. Basil and Polly too.” Mari scratched her hair as she said, “Aria, Angel, the Baker twins, Mihkael, Mom, Hero and Kel’s parents and Sally….”

“So everyone…in the literal sense.” Aubrey said, receiving a nervous chuckle from the young woman. “Uh, yeah….” Mari answered, rubbing the back of her neck.

As soon as the group got in the van, Sunny with Kel and Aubrey in the back, leaned against Kel's shoulder as he began dozing off. The teenage girl tapped Mari's shoulder, causing the young woman to turn and look at her brother and Kel, before smiling.

Taking a quick picture, she brought a finger to her lips with a soft hum, before sitting back in the front passenger's seat. She'll get Kel or Aubrey to help her bring Sunny indoors when they got home.

Right now, he deserves some shut-eye.

Omori: Recovery Route (A Coma-Mari AU by pyroanime2k16)

A/N: Sorry. No special cover this time. Also, this will primarily focus on Mari and Sunny's interactions, as that's what I write best.

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Chapter 1: Case Of Awareness

Mari would've had to be a fool in order to NOT notice what her brother was going through.

Even now, as they were practicing for the recital one more time, the girl could tell how stressed Sunny seemed.

She could tell that he was growing tired and frustrated with the constant practice of the recital. Her perfectionism and their father's expectations certainly weren't helping and she knew it....

The older of the two siblings wanted to apologize in some way. A way that could actually be felt.

Mari was also worried about straining or ruining her sibling relationship with Sunny.

Eventually, the practice ended and Sunny quietly left the room. Mari felt a sickening feeling in her abdomen.

....

And then there was the sound of something shattering on the floor, cuing Mari to immediately stand up and rush to the foyer, spotting a broken violin at the bottom of the stairs.

The teenage girl paled. She screwed up. She was certain that she had fucked up now....

Especially when she turned to face Sunny, who was struggling to calm down. He was heaving, his arms shaking as he tried...and failed to take in deep breaths.

Mari went up the stairs. She had to fix this. She let this happen for too long. She had to do something to make up for it.

"Sunny...?" The teenager called out, cuing the boy to instinctively turn away. "Sunny, please look at me."

The boy didn't say anything for a few moments, before mumbling, “Please leave me alone….” His sister shook her head, “Brother, please talk to me…!”

“Mari, please stop….” The boy mumbled at a volume that was to quiet to hear. He was struggling to keep himself calm.

He wanted to run. He wanted to leave.

"Please just...talk to me, Sunny...!" The teenager pleaded. "Please let me try to help...!"

The boy shook his head, trying to block the words out. He needed to leave. To be alone to calm down.

Eventually, after a few more moments of back and forth, Sunny just...couldn't take it anymore and chose to push Mari away to give him some distance....

...Except both parties forgot that they were on top of the stairs. Upon being pushed, Mari's bad knee ultimately buckled painfully, causing her to fall towards the stairs....

Almost on pure instinct and in a state of shock, Sunny lurched forward and grabbed Mari's hand with his left, holding the railing with his right.

Almost immediately, the boy's weak grip began slipping, cuing him to tighten his hold as much as he could. The two siblings looked at each other, still in shock by what just happened.

The older of the two siblings, much to Sunny's surprise, just gave a weak and sad smile as the boy's grip ultimately failed.

The boy could only watch in horror as his sister collapsed on the stairs and tumbled to the floor.

The boy stood in fright and silence, before eventually working up the courage to walk down towards Mari. Of course, he understandably assumed that she was dead....

That he accidentally killed his own sister....

Then he heard the very faint sound of breathing. After kneeling down and putting his ear near his sister's face, he was able confirm it.

The breathing was obviously strained...as a result of severe pain and a near-fatal incident....

But Mari was miraculously alive. Unconscious, but alive....

Though, before he could react to that, Sunny realized that there was another person in the house...right in the front doorway as he glanced up.

"Basil...?" The boy whispered, noticing the equally shocked and frightened blonde.

Basil then asked in a shaky voice, "I-Is she...?" "She's...alive.... Needs help. NOW...." Sunny responded as attempted to control his breathing.

"Get Kel and Hero's mom or dad...." The boy pleaded, which resulted in the blonde rushing next door in a panic....

...Leaving Sunny alone to hold Mari in his arms and whisper apology after apology....