#he looks at me and HE GOES ''fridge is over there. meat is over there. hmmbmgbffmgj''

[shaisuki]

SON, YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CUTE. MIND IF I HAVE A TASTE?

FUSHIGURO TOJI X MEGUMI'S CHUBBY GIRLFRIEND READER

content warnings ─── noncon, drugging, reader is megumi's girlfriend, voyeurism, forced orgasm, thigh fucking, brief daddy kink, somnophilia, pussy eating, megumi and reader in 20s, toji in his 40s.

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ: in which toji couldn't help but to steal a taste of his son's girlfriend. hope he doesn't find out. poor megumi.

“—gumi... oh fuck...”

he can hear your filthy moans leaking through the crack of his son's bedroom door followed by the breathless whispers and the sound of bed creaking under the weight of you two. he listened for a brief moment before going to his kitchen.

opening the refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle and twisting its cap off then taking a swig from it. toji chuckles at the "study session" you both were doing. ahh, kids these days and his thought goes to you. his son's girlfriend.

he still remembers how you came into his life. his son introducing him to you as a friend but by the looks it's more than of it and you were the first to never ogle at him like he was a piece of meat. there's nothing such as lingering stares, the batting of eyelashes and the seductive voice trying to get him — only a quick bow and an introduction of your name and that's all.

and toji did like that however megumi made clear you were off limits. his son could be so possessive and protective over you and who can blame him — sweet, little like you doesn't know the dangers that lurks at every corner including him and toji has the tendency to fuck who will give him the slightest of interest including you but it still doesn't happen. keeping him at arm's length and that's fine with him — he says but nothing's fine with it.

it is not his business to pry the people his son is dating, he's no different from it. jumping from woman to woman after his wife passed away. he got needs. anyways, his son is old enough to do whatever he pleases and dating is no exception from it and looking at you, his son's relationship with you — it's looking good.

closing back the fridge, in the corner of his sight. he caught the familiar spiky tuft of a hair belonging to his son and you by his side. raising a brow at you two. megumi only gave his father a side glance before escorting you to the door to accompany you in safely going back to your place.

“uhm, thank you for letting me stay fushiguro-san.” you say to him, bowing quickly before following megumi. he only looks at you longer — too close for comfort and noticing his father's gaze at you. megumi glares at the man and toji almost barked a laugh at his son.

don't worry, megumi. i ain't touching your girlfriend but only if she wants too. he wants to say at megumi. their relationship already estranged. well, who could blame his son he wasn't the best of fathers.

then after that, you both were off. the slam of the door being closed briefly echoes in the room and then toji was left on his own. settled in the couch and the television playing his horse races.

“pretty please?” you bat your pretty lashes at him. your eyes getting rounder and wider staring at him with doe eyes of yours and toji isn't so weak at them but gives in. your palms pressed in his chest while your slick covered cunt brushing at his hardened length. “hasn't my boy been treating you well?” he asks. his emerald green eyes similar to his son glints. “no, that's why need you to take care of me.” holding his cheek and leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek and then to his jaw and then to his lips. “please, daddy~” you begged in a cute voice that leaves the older in front of you smirking. “if that's my pretty baby wants.” the scar in the corner of his mouth twitching. large palms holding your wide hips slithering to grip your butt cheeks. not breaking eye contact and watch your expression change. chuckling at already your cock drunk face when he plunges his cock inside you. “ah~ yes!” you moaned out. holding his shoulder for balance before shaking your hips to get the best use of your boyfriend's dad cock.

“you're a disgusting one, aren't you?” he mused. cocking his head to examine your once innocent face turning into one of a whore. “moaning like a bitch after taking my cock....is my son really not that good at pleasing you, huh?” a playful chuckle leaving his lips. “nuh uh but not enough, ohh~” kissing his jaw and toji grabs your nape. pulling you into a bruising kiss. his other hand holding your plush waist in tight grip before thrusting his cock violently to your cunt. “oh god, yes! more, more, more!” you screamed pressing your chest against his. your nipples rubbing his pectoral muscles. your cunt spasming around his lenght and your orgasm coming through. “to...oh... ji...mmmm” you moaned out. repeating his name over and over as your orgasm builds up in the pit of your stomach threatening to explode at any given moment and toji, oh he's getting close as well. you got the perfect pussy for him. such a shame his son can't please this slutty pussy of yours. there's a pause in between his growls. fixated on your face turning into an expression of a cock drunk slut while you moan his name. “toji! toji! toji—”

“toji-san?”

the call of his name brought your boyfriend's dad to his not so innocent daydreams. standing in front of him was his son's girlfriend whom he can't stop fucking with his eyes and it didn't get better when you're standing in his doorway with your collarbones displayed in front of him and his sight gets lower he sees the soft swell of your chest and curse the choice of your outfit. a fucking sundress that he's close to nutting in his pants.

“first name basis are we now, sweetheart?” he teases despite the smoldering look he had on you. his sight flicks in to your face. “uhm, sorry for calling you like that.” you apologized. “there's nothing sorry about that, sweetheart.” the nickname you are being called takes you back. your feet taps continuously. a nervous habit you developed. megumi's dad isn't someone you are comfortable with. it doesn't mean you disrespect him but more like you were just intimidated by his father with his muscular build, the scar in his lips moving and his attitude. anyways, you were being polite to him.

“need anything if you're here.” his eyebrows raised at you and the scar in his lips twitch. his body blocking the door. leaning on the door frame posture relaxed and that smug smirk painted in his face.

“i—”

“who's that?” megumi's voice interrupted you. toji glanced behind him and scowled before turning into a neutral expression. moving to reveal you and megumi's stoic features softened.

“just the right time. come.” he said walking towards you and ignoring his father. it was your cue to follow him. “excuse me, toji-san.” bowing your head slightly before discarding your shoes to follow megumi.

toji's sight follows you. pressing a kiss to his son's cheek and returning it by patting your head and kisses your forehead. your cheeks warming up and megumi glances at his father. his scowl deepening and megumi glares at him before taking you to his bedroom.

that little brat. toji thinks but what about it. he was supposedly to support his son's partner not lusting over you but he's a man and it's unfortunate for you for someone like him to take interest.

he slumps in his couch with a groan. annoyed by this carnal urge to just jump on you and make you cum multiple times. he would be better than his son. you will truly be pleased by him. toji plays with his bangs moving it upward to fully see the ceiling above him and ponder about stuff, to you. getting childish of taking his son's happiness for him but how could he resist you. the more you try to pull away from him the more he wishes to get closer to you. you seem to be wary about him and toji can't blame you but that what makes it sweeter. ripe for the picking. always been attracted with the innocent ones and you were not so innocent than you think.

you would be incredibly suited for him. sucking him dry and warming his cock while you sit prettily in his lap watching those races. if he wins he'll fuck you nice and good and if he loses he'll fuck you hard and deny you of release endlessly.

the sound of door opening followed by voices perks him up. “don't you want me to accompany you?” your voice worried and megumi is quick to assure you. “i'll be quick. i'm just picking up the work what kamo finished. wait for me here.” megumi said. quickly to diminish any further worries you have for him. a ghost of a smile in his face before heading to the door.

deciding you can't comeback to his room. you settled in the couch. observing the man in the other couch who's focused with whatever's the television playing and you remained quiet before pulling out your phone to entertain yourself and ignore the awkwardness in the air with your boyfriend's father.

toji stands up making his way to the kitchen but before that he stands behind where you are seated. “what you want to drink, sweetheart?” he offers. the deep rumble of his voice startling you that you almost jumped from your seat.

“water would be fine, sir.” you politely replied and your phone dings. alarming you of a message and toji gets a glimpse of the message.

megumi: i apologize, got dragged by itadori. i'll be back in an hour.

you frown before typing a quick reply and toji continued his way to the kitchen. taking a can of beer in his fridge and pouring you a glass of water. whistling casually as he easily crushed the white, little, round shaped pills before mixing it to your drink. his eyes boring holes in the glass as the pills turned powdered mixes in the water. he grabs the glass and handed it to you.

“here you go, sweetheart.” you naively accepts the glass of water cause it's just water right. a regular water used for drinking.

toji settles in the couch. popping the beer can before taking a swig. discreetly taking a glance at you and following your move. he watches you put your cellphone before taking a sip and then another sip and bingo. placing the glass in the coffee table. watch as you blink. sleepiness taking over you with a confused look in your face and then you were passed out on his couch. sleeping soundly without a cry. finally, toji thought as his plans came into fruition.

toji ignores the television playing. standing up to examine your sleeping figure. you won't make a peep at your current situation. “come on now, sleeping beauty.” he coos. scooping you up in his arms. the back of your knees hooked in his arm while the other supports your back.

“there we go.” he mutters. peering at you through his bangs and toji couldn't deny how pretty you look in his arms. your soft features only for him to ogle at. toji never expected he would be attracted to you despite your heavier physique and being his son's girlfriend. toji would never in a million years would go someone for like you but his son got a good taste in choosing partners in which he took the liberty of pleasing them in bed. they showed interest first, he just returned the favor. to you he needs to work and it's not you'll find out.

he kicks the door open and closes it with his foot before placing you to his bed. he sits beside you. his added weight made the bed creak slightly. admiring your features and running his knuckles in your face. starting from your forehead and then to the side of your face and your round cheek and his thumb swiping your soft lips. such tenderness present in his touches if only it was for his good intentions but toji have so much stored for you.

toji realizing for a minute that the gesture he just had done to you wasn't even bestowed to his wife and only you had experienced such softness in him. that still wouldn't justify what he is about to do with you.

he leans down. the proximity of his face and yours are closer. his breath fanning to your cheek. moving to your neck while he kiss that tender spot he knew that you would like and so he was rewarded a soft sigh in response and a sly smirk graced toji's lips.

so you like that, eh. he moves towards to your pulse point. nose brushing and pressing another kiss again. licking on the tender spot and another soft moan emits from your lips and toji wonders if you can make the same noise again if his lips would kiss your other parts...

the time didn't bother him when he slowly undresses you. beginning to lower the straps of your sundress and pulling it down in your chest area until you were bare in front of him minus your underwear. your bra holding your soft breasts and that cute panties you're wearing is already damp.

he began to kiss your chest, his lips stopping in your stomach to nibble the flesh there. sucking and trapping it between his teeth before reaching to your fat mound. his breathing getting shallow, once he smells you. almost drooling at the sight of your pussy lips inviting him to take a taste. he presses his nose to your pussy still protected by your panties.

the sudden contact made your body involuntarily jump and toji had to hold your thick thighs to stop your drugged body to stop squirming.

his eyes almost roll when his brain registered the scent of your pussy. inhaling your scent through the pesky fabric and toji moves your panties aside. admiring your fat pussy and he can see the cute clit of yours throb and slick is already dripping from your aching hole.

he raises your thigh to place in his shoulder. rubbing the soft flesh in his cheek and bestowing a chaste kiss to it before sucking the flesh. careful not to leave any marks that will reveal of the unwanted deed he had done. you remain still. motionless aside from the sudden jerk of your body responding to his physical exertions to your body.

“you're dripping wet for me, darling.”he mutters. his eyes half-lidded and a nonchalant chuckle spills in his lips. staring at your fat pussy waiting to be taken care by him.

“now, now. daddy's taking care of you.” he says. pulling your panties down and putting it aside. spreading your pussy lips before taking a lick. toji groans at your taste. “no wonder that brat's pussydrunk.” diving back again to your slick cunt getting wetter the more his tongue flicks up and down. catching the wetness with his tongue and although involuntarily your body began to react with his licks.

toji buries his face in between your legs deeper. wanting to get more of that goodness being produced by your sweet cunt. if he'd known sooner, he would have taken you away from his son and make you his. warms his bed and your mouth ready for fucking and this fat pussy of yours, wet and warm to nest his cock inside you.

you remain asleep. your chest fluttering in response to the pleasure of your cunt being licked. it's almost making out with your pussy from how toji frantically catches the drops of your arousal. the translucent wetness settling in his tongue that will sure linger in his mouth for days.

your boyfriend's father begin to ponder. how long it has been since he'd gone down on someone. clearly, it was that long that he can't even remember and you coming to the pictures and with the opportunity of being able to taste you. it tells him to get back at it with an exception. you're the only one who can receive it. such a shame you're sedated. he's quite curious of what sounds you can produce from him fucking your brains out. you're not the screamer, he knows that. it's not the first time he had catched you and his son being frisky but he's sure he can bring the noises you never knew existed.

your legs shakes in his shoulders, a sign of your impending orgasm and your wetness in his tongue increasing that he had to swallow and slurp that goodness coming from you. his tongue flicking back and forth to your folds and sucking your cute little clit. he proves that he still is the expert of making someone cum with his tongue and he's not rusty like he thinks he is.

“good girl.” he praises you as he detaches his mouth to your fat cunt. licking his lips to brush the remnants of your cum that is coating his lips.

his emerald eyes staring at your body. asleep and snoring softly. your chest getting back to it's regular rhythm after being bestowed by an orgasm that a father could give to his son's girlfriend.

he contemplates for a bit if he should fuck you but what about when you wake up. he's sure there would be the familiar sting in between your legs and he doesn't know if you have his son the consent of allowing him to touch you while asleep. that would be a problem. should he use your mouth? ah, clearly not. his sight darts to your thighs and it's going to be good like your hole. that's settled then.

he hoists your legs up. grabbing your ankles as he leaves a trail of kisses in your chunky calves. he's already rock hard and his cock is uncomfortably pressing in his boxers. he tugs his pants down followed by his boxers. his burly cock slapping in his abdomen. its tip red and angry. pre-cum already beading in the tip and toji groans. spitting in his palm to lubricate your thighs before putting his cock in.

“needs to get your thighs lubricated, princess.” the rough and calloused texture of his palm rubbing through your inner thighs. after getting your thighs wet and lubricated. he slowly slides his cock and there's a deep rumble coming from his throat similar to a growl.

“s—shit!” he curses out. feeling the sparks of desire moving upwards to his cock and to the pit of his stomach. if your thick thighs is already this good, how could it be much better if he's going to fuck your pussy. he keeps your thighs together. slowly thrusting his burly cock between your creamy thighs. reveling in the softness of your flesh and how his cock is being squeezed by this heavenly goodness. he should steal you from megumi now. he could sacrifice his relationship with his son for this body of yours.

fuck!

he promised to himself that he would not leave any evidence of your body being touched by him, however his resolve dissolves as the minute goes by. what once and steady pace he's going now isn't going to cut it.

he hugs your legs. his hips speeding up to slam his cock to your thighs faster. he's going rougher and deeper that his balls slaps to the back of your thighs. his muscular thighs also adding the obscene sound of skin being slapped together. the sound echoing in his bedroom and he's sure it can be heard outside. he didn't care though. he's close. ready to burst his seed at any moment.

his semen trickling down your thighs as it's being milked everytime it disappears in between your thighs. although he's working through his orgasm, toji is mesmerized from how your body moves. imitating his thrusts as your body jiggles. the layers of stomach are turning into ripples as his rough thrusts turns to be harsher than the last. you're still sleeping soundly though.

his hips stutter, before slamming with a brutal strength. growling as he released buckets of cums in your thighs. spilling in your thighs and watch droplets of his cum stain your dress and decorating your round stomach. that was fucking intense. the best of thigh fucking he ever experienced and he can't wait to pound your poor, fat pussy until you cry.

he puts your legs down and he takes a moment to memorize your every inch of your body until his gaze landed in your face. he's glad you didn't wake up or else there would be trouble. he fixes himself before going to his bedstand. grabbing the box of tissues and wiping your thighs clean and to your stomach. what a waste. he thinks to himself. he could be pablo picasso or some shit from how he painted your body with his cum.

he tugs the hem of your dress and puts your panty. pressing a kiss to your fat mound and with that he carries you back to the couch and pretends he didn't taste and fucked his son's girlfriend's thighs.

just as he's about to settle in his couch. the door swung open. his brat, bored as ever in his expression. softening as his gaze meeting his girlfriend sleeping on the couch.

he ignores his son and pretends he's focused on the television while takes a drink from his beer like he didn't experienced the best sex of his life although it's just your thighs. it won't be too long before he can bed you. he just have to be patient for now.

you wake up to the scent of megumi's cologne. your head on his lap as you clear the fog in your head. blinking softly as you adjust your sight to your surroundings.

“megumi?” your boyfriend hums. caressing your cheek and the first thing you noticed when you moved is how your thighs felt sticky. you're confused did megumi touched you while you're asleep in his dad's couch?

“did you—” megumi's brows furrows in confusion and seeing the look in his face. you shaked your head. “nevermind.”

“you fell asleep.” megumi commented. “i don't remember falling asleep.” you shrugged as you eyed the glass of water resting in the coffee table.

“stay the night.” he muttered and you nod. sitting up to get closer to him and megumi wraps around your soft middle. almost sitting in his lap before pressing a kiss to his cheek. your boyfriend returning it to your forehead. not minding that his father is only a few seats apart.

he wouldn't admit it but seeing you lovey-dovey and shit with his son, he's jealous. what is he? a fucking teenager? it almost puts a damp in his mood but who cares he almost fucked his son's girlfriend and won't be too long before he can do it again minus the sedatives. get a taste of his cock and you're leaving his son in a heartbeat despite the loyalty shit you have for him.

glancing, a smirk dances in his lips. he just have to wait again to get a taste of you again.

a good father he is.

[pomefioredove]

Saw the flirty prompts list and thought, what a cute idea!!

Of those prompts, maybe Ruggie and "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back" please?? Thank you! <3

AW this one is so cute and so ruggie

summary: "can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back" type of post: short fic characters: ruggie additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, not proofread a part of this event

"You should really quit doing this stuff for free,"

"Hm?" you ask, turning to the boy beside you. "Why, you want me to start charging you for my help?"

Ruggie's face pales at the thought. "Nuh-uh, that's not what I meant. But other people are gonna start walking all over you if you keep giving handouts."

"Tsk. But not you, right?" You roll your eyes.

He grins. "Not me,"

You can't help a laugh, even with the weight of the grocery bags straining your shoulders and the hot sun overhead. It's a long walk back to the hall of mirrors from Sam's on days like this.

...You've always thought that you could probably get by without gym class as long as you keep hanging out with Ruggie.

"What's in these things, anyway? Bricks?"

Ruggie flashes another grin. "Meat. The cafeteria's doing that vegan week thing, and Leona's been fussy about it all month,"

"Now that makes sense,"

He snickers, holding the door open for you and you step inside the much cooler building.

"But anyway, as I was saying," Ruggie goes on, watching a group of students pass by. "You should know your worth. You can't keep being everyone's therapist and not even charge them a session fee."

You scoff. If your hands were free, you might have put one over your heart to show him just how offended you are. "I am no one's therapist, thank you,"

He gives you a look.

"Well... whatever you need to tell yourself to get through the day, I guess, shishishi,"

The cool sanctuary of the school building is gone in a flash, and you're met by the overeager sun again.

"...You could at least bargain a little," Ruggie mumbles, shielding his eyes from the perpetual Savanclaw heat as you make your way inside the dorm. "A give and take system, you know?"

You reach the appropriate fridge, surprisingly emptied out for the occasion, and he begins shelving the meat.

"Why are you so interested in what I give and take, anyway?" you ask, handing him a plastic-wrapped steak.

"Eh... I just don't like seeing you taken advantage of. That's all,"

His tone is casual, though a little strained, as if he's forcing himself to sound uninterested in your personal life.

"Are you sure it's not just cause you'd get to keep all my manual labor to yourself?" you smile, sitting on the floor with him as he packs the fridge.

Ruggie chuckles. "Aw, come on, I'm not that bad. I can play fair, too, y'know,"

"Really? You'd bargain with me?"

"Fair's fair," he shrugs. "I take and I give. I'll even ask nicely. I'm like a saint or something."

You can't help another laugh. "Alright... I'll bite. What do you want?"

He's completely silent for a moment, tapping his chin to give off the illusion of thought. Then, in an all-too casual tone: "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back,"

Another silence falls between the two of you, and for a moment, he almost looks nervous.

Then, you giggle. "Wow, so polite..."

Somehow, you find yourself closing the distance between the two of you, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.

Ruggie pauses. He seems awestruck, as frozen as the raw meat in the fridge as you lean back. Then, he grins.

"A worthwhile purchase, I'd say,"

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine

Chapter 11

Authors note: don't ask me how you'd determine a babys birth gender in an Omegaverse, just pretend with me lmao

Word count: 1564

Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist TCYM Masterlist

4 months

   You lazily stretch as you sit up in the nest, trying your best to not wake the sleeping Omega by your side just yet. One free from your still slumbering mates hold, you tiptoe off to the bathroom to take care of your business before you head to make breakfast.

   Now in the kitchen, you pull a package of bacon and the carton of eggs out of the fridge and bring them over to the counter next to the stove. You grab a couple of pans and turn on the burners, waiting for them to warm up before you lay a few slices of meat in one and crack a few eggs in the other. You add a pinch of spices and some minced veggies to them before mixing up the yolks and whites, getting everything well and scrambled as they cook.

   The delicious aromas make their way back to the bedroom, which causes Natasha to stir from her slumber. She groggily blinks away the remainder of sleep before checking in on Dima on the monitor. Satisfied that he's still asleep she tosses her blanket aside and makes her way to the kitchen.

   A smile spreads across her face as she sees you at the stove, cooking a meal for your family. Getting to witness and experience what she never thought she’d get with you, always elicits a warmth within her, like all the love and safety you've ever shown her has just made a home there within her. And she really hopes that never goes away. A meow pulls her from her thoughts and she stifles a giggle when she sees the small black furball pawing at your ankle, looking up at you as if she’d not had a meal all month.

   “Don’t give me that look, little miss” you coo at her, though all it gets you is another pitiful meow, “Oh fine, even though you don’t need it, I can’t say no when you look at me like that.”

   Liho patiently waits as you cut up a small piece of bacon for her, and you can’t believe how the feline has both you and Nat wrapped around her paw already. If this is how bad you both are with a cat, you worry what it'll be like once the pups are all talking properly. They're all going to be so spoiled, not that you truly minded. Afterall, you’d have spoiled Natasha much more than you already had if it didn’t surpass her comfort levels. 

   “Here, eat up you little menace” you tell her, placing the bacon in front of her before patting her head

   “That better not be my bacon you just gave away”

   You turn around and smile at your adorable Omega, who still has sleep tousled hair, “I don’t have a death wish, baby. I know not to touch your bacon”

   “Good” she affirms, but the smile on her lips confirms she's only teasing, “I wouldn’t want you to have to sleep on the couch”

   You laugh, “Wow, not only banned from the nest, but the bed too”

   She shrugs, “I take my bacon very seriously” 

   “You know what I take seriously?” you ask, not waiting for a reply, “My morning kisses”

   She smiles and shakes her head at your antics, but doesn’t hesitate to step forward into your awaiting arms. Your hands rest on her hips protectively as she leans forward to connect her lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

   “Better?” she teases, pulling back from you slightly

   You lean in to peck her lips a second time, “Now it is”

   A cute blush settles across her cheeks and she decides she wants to distract you so you don’t comment on it, “Are you excited for today?”

   “Of course I am!” you reply, eyes lighting up as you look at her, “I can’t wait to see how many you're carrying! And so long as they're healthy, I’ll be happy!”

  Nats smile widens almost impossibly. Bruce hadn’t cared one way or the other how many she was with, all he cared about was the fact that he had succeeded in getting her knocked up after how much resistance she had given him. And he was also adamant that it had better be a son. He needed to have one so badly that she was actually scared of what he'd do if she ended up having just a girl. But thankfully the universe had been kind enough to appease him, and now it had finally been kind to her.

    “What about you, detka(baby)?”

   Your voice brings her back to the present and she nods, “I am too, and as much as I’ll love them regardless, I really do want a little girl”

   You adoringly watch on as she brings a hand up to caress her bump, and you know then that if you haven’t been successful with getting a girl this time, you would happily try again and again if necessary.

   “3 o'clock really can’t come soon enough”

   She chuckles, “I was just thinking the same thing. But let's eat breakfast and maybe time will pass by a bit quicker once I get Dima up”

   Time does indeed move faster once your pup is awake and fed, and before you even know it you and your mate are greeting Yelena at the door. You exchange quick pleasantries with her as well as thanking her for coming over to watch her nephew. She of course only waves you off

   “It's no trouble. He is my nephew afterall. Besides, he and I get along like a house on fire!”

   Nat turns her gaze away from her sister beaming smile and to you, “That's what worries me”

   Yelena pouts a bit, obviously having heard but she remains quiet, at a loss for what to say just yet. And you shrug, “I think it's safe enough for now. When he gets older though and can walk and talk properly, we may have a problem then” 

   “Hey! I am right here!” the blonde speaks up with a dramatic flair of her hands

   You and your mate both chuckle, and your Omega moves to embrace her sister once more, “And we thank you so much for being her and being the brunt of our jokes.”

   “Yeah yeah” she mumbles, hugging Nat back regardless, “Now go on, I know how excited you both are so stop tormenting me and get to your appointment”

   Your Omega eagerly nods and removes herself to say another quick goodbye to Dima which you join her in. As the two of you went to the garage you can hear the Beta call out, “I expect a phone call as soon as you leave the doctors!”

   You chuckle at how excited she is, knowing you both feel the same way, “We’ll call you!”

   Once at the doctor's office the two of you can hardly contain your excitement. Sitting next to you, Natasha is practically vibrating. If someone didn’t know better they'd think she was overly jittery due to too many cups of coffee. But you knew that wasn’t the case, and so her actions were quite adorable.

   You were about to offer up some words to help ease her nerves and calm her a bit, but before you get the chance a nurse opens the door to the waiting room and calls her name. The two of you follow her back down the hallway until you get to the room she's chosen for you both. She takes your Omegas blood pressure and listens to her heart beat before helping her get settled on the bed. She gets the ultrasound machine ready and then leaves to get the doctor.

   “You okay, Omega?” you ask, reaching out to grab her hand

   She nods, “Just a little nervous. I don’t want anything to be wrong”

   “I know detka(baby)” you offer her a reassuring smile, “Just remember that I’m right here”

   She nods just as the doctor enters. She exchanges greetings with the two of you before getting settled at the ultrasound machine. She lifts up your mate's shirt and slides her pants waistband down a bit to fully expose her bump, followed by her squeezing some of the cold gel onto her skin there. Natasha shudders a bit at its temperature and the doctor apologizes. She slowly moves the wand around while studying the screen in front of her. Though you know it's less than a minute, it feels like she's silent for an hour before she finally speaks

   “Everything is looking really good. Both mom and pups look healthy”

   “Pups?” Nats asks, her eyes lighting up as she smiles at you

   The doctor smiles and turns the screen towards the two of you and you both watch as a fuzzy black and white image takes shape, “Right there you can see them both”

    Natashas eyes begin to water as she sees the pups outlines, “We’re having twins, Alpha”

  “Yeah we are” you respond, a few tears of your own building, “Can you tell what they are?”

   The doctor looks back at the screen for a few moments before answering, “Congrats, looks like you're having two little girls”

   Natashas hand tightens its grip on yours and you offer her a brilliant smile, “Hear that Omega? Girls.”

   She matches your smile with one of her own, “I can’t wait to tell Yelena”

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[shegetsburned]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | part i ‧₊˚ 𓐐

— ft. satoru gojo. suguru geto. kento nanami. toji fushiguro. ryomen sukuna.

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

normally he prefers to just eat what other people prepare for him, tasting his friends and students’ meals, most of the time.

but when he cooks, gojo doesn’t have time for shit, so I’m thinking of something simple but good. he likes to eat, especially sweet stuff. something sweet and salty, maybe?

he can do anything he sets his mind to, but is probably too lazy to cook most of the time, so he’ll just do the same two or three meals.

main dish; i’m thinking of teriyaki sauce chicken with some rice. it’s simple and soooo good. you can also feel the sweet taste of the sauce on the meat and it’s absolutely delicious.

you’ll have to close your eyes before satoru feeds you the first bite as he waits for your reaction.

i’m sure it’s sublime and it annoys you that he can always do everything just right. I mean, after cooking the same thing over and over again, everyone would excel, but this man has done it perfectly since the first time.

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨

man looooooves to cook for you. you’re barely doing the cooking when he’s at home and it’s delicious every time.

he’ll learn new dishes just for you and ask what you prefer. he doesn’t cook for him, he does it for you, to see your smile when you swallow one of your favourite dishes.

it’s not extra elaborate dishes, but it’s cooked with so much love. the presentation is insane and it’s always exquisite.

suguru will find a way to make an amazing meal with the few ingredients you guys have in the fridge.

he’s definitely the type to add his own touch to every meal so that it tastes absolutely divine.

main dish; maybe a spicy ahi poke which is a spicy tuna bowl made with fresh chunks of fresh sashimi and a spicy mayo sauce. despite looking like an ordinary meal, its lightness and flavour makes me think suguru would be the type to cook this for you.

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

i have mixed feelings about this man because he used to buy the same sandwich from the same bakery for years. so i have a feeling he barely used to eat, especially being so occupied with work and doing overnights; less experience in the kitchen?

but for you, he has a soft spot and wants to do the best in everything that concerns you, including cooking. so he’ll learn his ass off in secret and surprise you with amazing meals.

he often prepares multiple dishes for one dinner so you can taste as much as possible. this man is hardworking.

main dishes; seafood salad + vegetable stew + temari sushi (their presentation is adorable, you’d love them) + a bunch of meat and seafood.

kento prepares everything before you come home, living for the sparkles in your eyes when you see the delicious-looking plates on the table.

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

honestly, he barely cooks for you. he usually just orders take-outs, and makes you pay.

I just know he likes spicy stuff. it’s always fuming hot when it goes into your mouth.

i’m sorry but this man doesn’t know how to cook. he just endures food or goes out to eat. i swear he doesn’t give a fuck about what he eats, as long as he thinks it’s good and enough for his belly to be filled, he’ll eat it.

main dish; instant noodles at best. adding canned meat and sriracha sauce into the mix. he’s lazy, okay? but who doesn’t enjoy a good old cup of instant noodles?

also, toji’s the type to shove the food into your mouth to make you stfu thinking you’re annoying because you’re hungry.

𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

uuuh, is he even cooking for you, or are you the one doing everything?

i have a feeling he’s crazy about meat. he needs some in his meals at all times otherwise it’s uninteresting.

so if he ever cooks for you, don’t be surprised to see different kinds of meat, and it is spicy asf too.

he takes pleasure in killing the meat himself, loving the thrill of chasing and devouring his prey.

main dish; roasted lamb shoulder with garlic. a whole ass piece of meat for the king of curses and you. he’ll probably eat many shoulders to satisfy his hunger and watch you take your time with the giant meal he prepared while salivating.

he’ll eat you after.

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Nancy gets back with Jonathan not too long after. He barges in and makes a beeline straight for Steve. “You know where Will is?”

Steve nods. “There’s a lot to explain.”

“Then you’d better start soon.”

Robin, his savior, steps in. “C’mon, Jonny-boy, let’s go for a walk.” She leads him outside, and Steve can hear her start. “What do you know about time travel?”

He smiles and looks around. He can hear Eddie upstairs, practicing the song. The boys are occupied with planning, Nancy’s looking over Mike’s shoulder, and El’s watching him with big brown eyes. He focuses on her and lets his smile grow. “Wanna help me make dinner?”

Her eyes widen a little, but she nods. “What are we making?”

“Probably sandwiches,” he shrugs. “I’m not sure what else I have. Can you find the bread in the pantry? And there’s butter knives in that drawer over there, we’ll need two.” He winks. “One for you, and one for me.”

She does so, and he pulls out the condiments and lunch meats, as well as the jelly. “And the peanut butter, if you can find it,” he calls from where his head’s stuck in the fridge. He looks around for anything else he might need and grabs the pickles before closing the door.

“Y’know the best part about making dinner?” He asks her, impish grin growing on his face. She hums inquisitively. “We get to make ours first and eat while we make the rest.”

She giggles and accepts the high five he holds out.

They get to work assembling sandwiches. She pauses, mayonnaise slathered halfway onto a piece of bread. “Steve?” He hums. “I’m scared.”

He sighs and puts down his knife. “I am too, El. Terrified, if you can believe it. But I have faith in us. I know we can do it.” He wipes his hands off and rounds the counter, taking her hands in his. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever met in my life. Even stronger than Vecna. And this time he won’t know we’re coming. We’ll have the element of surprise on our side, and we will defeat him. We’ll find Will and Barb, and after this we’ll never have to worry about it again.” He strokes a hand over her head and sighs. “There’s something else, too. I know where Papa is.”

She pulls back, eyes wide, posture stiff. “Whoa, hey, it’s okay,” he soothes. “I’m not going to take you back there. Ever. Okay?”

She nods hesitantly, but allows him to pull her closer again. “I was going to ask if you want us to take care of him,” he murmurs. “Lock him inside and set the building on fire, or something.”

She shakes her head. “He loves me!”

“Oh, El,” Steve whispers. “I thought the same thing of my parents for a long time. No matter how mad they got, how much they yelled, how much they hurt me… they said it, so it must be true, right? They must love me. I must be the problem.” He shakes his head. “That’s not love. You fear him, El, and for good reason. He made you into what you are, but you never asked for this, and it’s okay to be angry about it.” She looks up at him with wide eyes, and he sighs. “I’ll give you some time to think about it,” he murmurs. “If the answer is still no, that’s okay. But if you change your mind, that’s okay, too.”

She nods, steps out of the hug. He lets her go, feeling like he’s almost knocked a vase off a table. His heart’s still thumping oddly, eyes wide, scared to make the wrong move.

But then she looks up at him and offers him a small smile. “Thank you,” she says. “I know the way you treat me is different from how Papa treats me. I do not know yet if they are simply different forms of love or if you are right. I think you are, but…”

“You need to see for yourself,” Steve nods. Moves the metaphorical vase back from the edge of the table. “Let me know if there’s any way I can help prove it.”

“I will,” she says, and picks up her butter knife again, spreading mustard onto a piece of bread. He goes back to his side and smiles at her.

“Steve?” She asks after a second. “When my hair grows back. What does it look like?”

He thinks for a second. “It’s fluffy,” he says. “Very soft and light. Like cotton candy.” He puts his head to one side. “Floofy,” he decides, and grins.

She giggles. “Like you!”

He opens his mouth to tell her no, she’s wrong, except… he can’t. “Yours is even more beautiful,” he tells her. “And kids in school nicknamed me ‘the Hair’. That’s how famous this was.” He tilts his head her direction, and a lock of hair falls in his face. He splutters and shakes his head, grinning when she laughs again.

“I am very glad you came back, Steve,” she says suddenly, seriously, a little at odds with the smile still quirking her lips up.

His heart breaks and mends all in the same second. It feels like absolution. “Me too,” he says, and means it.

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[luverine]

Caged Animal Part 4

Yandere (M) Hybrid x (F) Reader

1.0k words Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

TW: murder, violence, bad writing, weapons, blood

MDNI AS ALWAYS

I’m going to get him out of here. Along with the others if I can.

Anger turned you red. You storm your way to the kitchen to prepare Zaki’s dinner. All the meat in the fridge smells rancid.

You dig around looking for something that looks relatively okay.

“Aha!” You pat yourself on the back. You found a small T-bone steak that was slightly discolored.

As you set up the tray with the meat, some vitamin pills, and water a blaring alarm turns on.

You look around nervously as the noise is slowly giving you a woozy headache.

The doors locked tight when the alarms went off. “Is this a security breach?” you wondered.

Deep in your gut you knew something was off in the two years of working here that has never happened.

Clumsily you wobbled your way toward the counter drawer where the cutlery was. Shuffling in the drawers you found a little paring knife.

You sigh and mutter “it’ll do.” Your balance is off the alarm is vibrating your head. You groan walking toward the door.

“Ah!” Fear is cold running down your back.

BANG! BANG! The door is getting battered and indents are appearing. You hear screaming or is it yelling?

“…!” it’s too dense to hear what they’re saying.

The door continues to be beat on and the fear is keeping you frozen. You’re more unmoving than a mannequin.

Standing beside the door holding dear life onto the tiny little knife waiting for what’s to come.

“I…!” “It…!” “..e.!”

The muffled voice is getting louder and more frantic. You are fighting the urge to ugly cry as you think these are your final moments.

“It’s… me!”

“Zaki?” You shout unsure.

He yells back your name and the banging on the door is even more frantic until finally the door hits the floor taking him with it.

“Zaki, what are you doing?” You drop the knife and help get him off the floor giving him a questioning look.

“The men are going to hurt you!” He pulls you out of the room and skittishly runs down the hallway holding onto your arm.

“We need to go. I need you. I don’t want you to die.” He rambles on apprehensively.

His breathing is heavy, eyes are watery, and his heart is set on getting you and him out of here.

You hear something and immediately grab onto his shoulders and push him into the nook in the hallway.

A man walks by who looks a lot like Doctor Granz. As he passes you let out a sigh in relief. The doctor stops, turns his heel and looks right at you.

All blood leaves your body. You feel sick, you're so nervou bile rises to your throat. Zaki grabs you and runs toward the elevator at the other end of the hallway between you and the doctor.

He’s yelling chasing you both, obviously he isn’t happy about seeing his precious wolf hybrid trying to escape.

Two men with guns are in the elevator. There’s shouting and gun shots until it goes quiet.

You don’t know what happened, you stiffen the moment you see a gun aimed at you. You turn and look at Zaki who’s covered in blood, panting loudly.

You run your hands all over his body checking for a wound. Choked up you notice his shoulder had been shot. You rip a piece of your uniform shirt off and wrap it tightly around his shoulder.

The air in your lungs feels too heavy and you're panicking.

He’s looking at you as the elevator goes down with nothing but deep affection. It's clear.

The door dings and slides open. Boss man and five others with guns are in the way to escaping.

Zaki is looking tired and you aren’t strong. “Fuck!” You say. Shrinking close to Zaki.

You give Zaki a quick tender look and rub his hand. We are so fucking dead, you thought.

Walking face to face with boss man. “It doesn't have to be this way girl, you and wolfman are in a lot of trouble now. Causing me so much grief.” He tsk-tsked “get rid of ‘em” he tells the gun men, flicking his hand and walking away.

A stream of tears pour out of your eyes. “Why did it have to be this way?” You wondered. “I fucking hate this job!” You scream out infuriated.

Your fist shakes. Sweat runs down your face. You give Zaki a scowled look. He wipes the tears from your eyes and sinisterly grins at the gun men.

As they were aiming to fire off you jumped on one of the men and punched him square in the face relentlessly till your fists were red.

Zaki worked on the other men painting himself a deep crimson, barring his sharp canine teeth.

“I’m…so…hungry” he howls biting into a man’s jugular. Grunting and growling as he does when you feed him.

The men that were once standing with their guns aimed at your heads were mush, Zaki must have been starved.

You both run to the side door, an exit. You tap your card on the reader hoping it will work. Instead of the annoying beep to enter you hear a ding.

They revoked your access. You want to curl up on the floor and cry.

Zaki begins hitting the door like an animal stuck in a trap. You can see a crazed shine in his eyes.

You step back and go inside the break room to the right of the door. There’s a fire extinguisher. “It’s not much but it could work.” You shrugged.

Handing the extinguisher to Zaki he ballistically smashed it into the door making a loud bang. The door breaks open.

Zaki's heaving, adrenaline is still running through his veins.

As you begin to run out the door heading outside Zaki grabs you. You turn your head giving him a look. He is holding your middle tightly.

He jolts, taking a left going straight to the woods. “Zaki let go!” You frustratedly yell at him.

“No you’ll leave me, you’re not going to leave me.” His grip gets tighter as he speeds up going deeper in the woods.

Blood drains from your face. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go… “what the hell” you grumble disgruntledly.

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A/N: This got kind of juicy. (lol) Anyways this is the end of the story for people who don’t like smut because that’s what part 5 is going to be. Major Yandere vibes this part and in the next. Cya ;)

P.S. if you’re wonder what Zaki may look like think of Kristopher Hyatt. Literally serving face!

[dadvans]

Imagine Buck and Tommy cooking together tho. Cupping their hand under the spoon to let the other taste, gigglingly bouncing carrot coins at each other, pauses to dance when a song they like comes on the radio, attempts to wipe sauce smudges off their cheek and accidentally making it worse, things like that!

I like to imagine Buck goes kind of Clipboard Buck in the kitchen, but Tommy is totally into it. It’s not like Tommy is a slouch when it comes to cooking, but no one ever taught him much and he hasn’t leaned into his own curiosity beyond knowing how to make 3 or 4 things well enough as a means to survive. There are a lot of bagged salads in Tommy’s fridge, is what I’m saying. And after the first time they try cooking together, Tommy asking “where do you want me?” and Buck asking him to dice some onion, he lasts maybe 15 seconds before Buck is coming over and smacking the knife out of his hand, like, no, no, no, not like that! And he gives Tommy other tasks but eventually Buck is like, I love you, I don’t trust you to stir this sauce in a way it doesn’t burn, please sit down and enjoy a beer while I finish this.

Tommy remains steadfastly patient and lets Buck sit him down and they watch 8 Most Common Ways To Cut Potatoes videos on YouTube, Buck saying shit like, “See how he tucks his thumb like that? Look at his grip,” and Tommy gamely nods every time. They watch How to Tell Your Meat is Done and Buck has Tommy hold his hand and press into different pockets of his palm to feel the firmness. “Rare,” he says, “medium, well,” until Tommy grabs his whole hand and pulls him in for a kiss.

(Tommy maybe goes home and practices some knife skills. He makes a lot of veggie stir fry.)

A few weeks later they’re standing shoulder to shoulder in Buck’s kitchen, Buck attempting to roll out fresh pasta so it takes a second for him to notice Tommy slicing up the bell peppers and onions right, crushing the garlic under the heel of the knife.

“Hey,” Buck says, “look at you, master chef.”

Tommy smiles and leans in for a kiss. Says, “Seems you taught me something this time,” and revels in the way Buck shivers against his mouth, doughy hands kneading the air, wanting to touch

[missyourflight]

omg hear me out: maxiel big eden au (scotty as dean?)

ANON YOU ARE SINGING THE SONG OF MY HEART

Follow me if you will to MONTANA

Daniel’s like a photographer in the big city and he comes back to his tiny hometown for family health crisis reasons. And it’s scary but not world-ending, but his mum’s so stressed and he hasn’t seen his sister’s kids in so long that he agrees to stay for a few weeks and be all together.

And he’s back in his high school room, under soft old flannel sheets, feeling tight in his skin again in a way he hasn’t in years.

His old truck is still in the garage but it makes all kinds of horrible noises when he starts it up. His mum tells him to take it to the general store, Max will fix it up for him, so he drives really gingerly into town and rattles to a stop outside the general store. For Big Eden enjoyers the old guys who hang around outside the store all day are Max’s gamer friends probably. He remembers Max a bit from school; Daniel was a few years ahead of him but round here everyone knows everyone near enough. The Max in his memory was kind of scrawny but this Max is sturdy, Daniel can see the muscles cording his forearms when he pushes up his sleeves.

Max takes a look at the truck, and when it makes a bad noise again he says, I think he didn’t like you leaving him so long, which makes Daniel laugh it’s such a weird thing to say. He watches Max work on the truck and sort of wanders round the store getting reacquainted with everything, the canned food and the beer in the fridge and the blankets on the wall, the racks of postcards. He could take better pictures than these. 

Meanwhile due to the family health crisis everyone is rallying round so Max’s mum sends him over with a casserole or something. And Daniel’s mum makes him stay and eat with them and then Max goes back to his mum’s like, We have to keep making them food. And he keeps bringing food and staying for dinner, warm around the table with the family.

One night Daniel walks him out to his truck, laughing like, I haven’t eaten so much casserole in years. And Max is thinking, I bet he likes fancy New York food. So Max (secretly!) takes over making food for Daniel’s family and does some research and finds some things he thinks sound nice, and after he brings beef carpaccio three nights in a row Daniel is like, Maybe we should try and make something else? Together? Because he’s kind of going out of his mind with nothing to do, and also if Max keeps doing this unsupervised he’s going to turn into a werewolf or something with all the raw meat.

So that’s what they do, cooking together in Max’s little kitchen out the back of the general store, trying to decide on recipes they find online, making ratatouille and sticky ribs and gnocchi. Daniel suggests coq au vin like three hundred times in a horrible exaggerated accent until Max is laughing so hard he’s got a stitch. And they eat together every night and Daniel takes the rest back home to his family, humming to himself over the sound of the truck, so much smoother now since Max fixed it up.

Meanwhile Scotty is Daniel’s childhood best friend who is Also coincidentally back because he moderately injured himself snowboarding or something and his mum wants to fuss over him. Obviously they used to hook up in high school and now Scotty is engaged to a woman etc. And Daniel’s so happy to see him but there’s this ache underneath he can’t even look at.

On Sundays everyone goes to church. Sometimes Daniel twists around in his seat to see Max sitting in a row with his mum and his sister, one of her boys on his knee, their matching haircuts, and afterwards everyone stands outside while the kids run around, Max and Scotty eyeing each other warily. Every month or so there’s a dance in the town square, a band, and Daniel swings his niece around saying Bella, bellissima, tells Max he’s thinking about learning to play guitar.

And Daniel just stays, way longer than he’d planned. He cooks with Max, hangs around the general store making a nuisance of himself, drinks beers on the dock with Scotty. He does some photography workshops at the elementary school, has the kids lie on their backs to take pictures of the sky, blows up all their wonky beautiful shots of leaves and stones for them to pin on the walls. He works a bit, too, taking pictures of the landscape way better than the postcards at the general store, selling prints online, photographing at the rodeo. He could make a living here, he could make a life.

He thinks about it sometimes, how in some ways it’s easier to breathe in the city, how it’s getting easier and easier to breathe here, at home, under the wide sky. He takes so many pictures, of the leaves changing, of the lake at the back of his parents’ house, of the kids, of Scotty whooping in the stands at the rodeo; of Max, smiling shyly from under the brim of his hat; of Max, his hands working under the hood of a truck; of Max, his head tipped back laughing.

One night Max very bravely asks him, When do you think you’ll head back to the city, and Daniel grins at him like, I dunno, we didn’t make coq au vin yet. And Max lets himself start to hope, just a bit.

But then! There’s some sort of big city photography emergency so Daniel is sort of reluctantly like, I guess I have to go back. And his family arrange a send-off, just friends and food at the house the night before he flies.

The night before the party Daniel stands out back for a while looking at the lake until his mum says, Come and sit with me for a while. So he comes and sits on the swing with her and she says, It’s been so nice having you back, which, he already feels shitty for leaving again.

And then she says, Is Max coming by tomorrow? And Daniel’s like, I dunno, I mean I told him. Max had gone really quiet, when Daniel said he was leaving, looking down at his hands for a long moment until Daniel said, You better cook me something nice, and then he’d said, I will, of course.

His mum says, He’s such a sweet boy, and Daniel can only say, Yeah, because there’s this weird lump in his throat all of a sudden.

And then (because this is the Big Eden utopia where homophobia doesn’t exist etc) his mum is like, Did we teach you shame? Just rocking with him on the porch swing under a quilt while Daniel cries a bit.

The next day everyone’s at the house to say goodbye and Max hasn’t shown yet, Daniel keeps sticking his head out of the back door to check for him.

Scotty collars him in the kitchen when no one’s around, tugs him into the pantry. And he kisses Daniel, there in the tiny room with the musty old spice rack and the jars of preserves. And Daniel thinks, his mum didn’t teach him shame, but Scotty kind of did. In high school, under the bleachers, in the back of Daniel’s truck. Never where anyone might see.

Are you not getting married, he says, pulling back, and Scotty says, Yeah, but, his eyes raking over Daniel’s face. For old time’s sake. And Daniel’s leaving everything, and Max didn’t come, and he’d wanted Scotty for so long.

Someone opens the pantry door, quickly shuts it again at the sight of the two of them. Scotty freezes.

Daniel pushes out of the pantry and sees this big pot steaming on a trivet on the table, the door swinging behind Max as he bolts. He calls after him but it’s useless, Max is gone, and when he lifts the lid of the pot he’s hit with the rich rising smell of coq au vin. And it’s like there’s a rope around his heart he hadn’t known was there. Daniel has to go after him.

And there are about seven people blocking in his truck, his truck that Max fixed up, so he just starts running, pounding down the road as the sky darkens. And he’s a mess by the time he gets to the general store, he’s sweating everywhere, and all Max’s gamer friends are outside so mad at him but he pushes past them and finds Max, sitting at the table in the little kitchen with his head in his hands.

Max? His voice is all shot from running over here and Max looks up at him wide-eyed, that rope around Daniel’s heart pulling him until he’s on his knees on the kitchen floor, laying his head against Max’s leg. Max, he says again, the worn denim of Max’s jeans soft against his cheek as Max puts a wondering hand in his hair.

He says, I think I’m gonna stick around for a while, his heart well and truly lassoed, and Max says, Good, wiping Daniel’s eyes with the sleeve of his flannel.

At the next party in the square they dance together, and Daniel feels as big as the sky, the way Max is looking at him, kissing him in front of the stars and everyone they know.

And then they’re gay and in love forever in Montana under the open skies etc

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charmed [14]: 'the little moments' (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: GUYSS i feel like it's been FOREVER. thank you so much for your recommendations, i slipped quite a few into this part ;) i'm starting on the next part as soon as this one goes up. welcome, or welcome back to charmed<3 i never want this story to end but i see it coming.... for now, let us enjoy this newest chapter. as always im waiting for ur feedback x

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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14.

Knock, knock, knock.

“C’min!” Hagrid’s gruff voice boomed from inside his hut. Y/N opened the door, and stepped inside.

“Hey,” Y/N said, taking her gloves off. “Oh, hi Hermione!”

Hermione was sat beside Hagrid, the two looking over books that were sprawled across his table, with two mugs of tea squished in between them.

“Hi, Professor Y/L/N!” Hermione smiled politely.

“Hermione’s just here helping me with Beaky’s case, found me all these dates and all in these books.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful.” Y/N beamed. “How are you guys doing?”

Hagrid let out a sigh, shrugging. Hermione did the same.

Y/N pursed her lip. “Tough time right now, I get it. Well, I don’t wanna disturb you, Hagrid, you have anything I can help you with today?”

Y/N was somewhat of an animal lover. Or, creature lover, to put it in correct terms. Ever since the winter, she’d go down to Hagrid’s once a week and ask him if she could help out with any creature tending he had to do. It cheered her up.

“Matter o’ fact, I do!” Hagrid sat up, turning around and going to get something from his fridge. “It’s time for the Hippogriffs to eat,” he said, dumping heaps of raw meat into a bucket.

“Wonderful.” Y/N said, walking over to Hermione to read over her shoulder. She placed her hand on her shoulder, “wanna come with?”

“Oh, no thanks Professor. Maybe I’ll join you after when I’m done showing Hagrid all this.”

“Sure.” Y/N smiled. “Ah,” she looked up once she heard the clunk of Hagrid’s bucket.

“Here, take Fang out with you. He’s driving us nuts.” Hagrid added, throwing in Fang’s treat bag in the bucket.

Y/N laughed. “Alright then, I’ll see you soon. Fang! Come on!”

She pulled her gloves back on and grabbed the bucket, holding the door open for Fang to run out beside her. They walked to the Hippogriff enclosure, occasionally pausing so that Fang can go to the bathroom.

“Hi guys,” Y/N called out as she neared the Hippogriff herd. They turned to her.

She bowed down to them one by one, waiting for their look of “ok” before handing them their food. Last, was Buckbeak.

She sat on a rock, watching them tear apart and munch on the pieces of meat with their impressive beaks.

“Oh, yes you get one too, I know you’re jealous that they get to eat,” Y/N said to Fang, who was whining and drooling next to her. She threw him a treat.

Buckbeak finished his meal, and slowly made his way to Y/N.

“Hi, buddy.” Y/N smiled. She watched him lie down next to her and stretch his long neck outward. He nudged the top of his head against her thigh. “You’re cuddly today.” She graciously lent her hand out and ran her fingers through his feathers. 

She sat there for a moment, petting Buckbeak and keeping an eye on Fang who was running around the enclosure. Birds chirped and it was music to her ears. Winters were always so hard for her, and with April looming closer, she began to feel relief.

“Might have a baby soon, you know.” She said to Buckbeak, smiling cheekily. Buckbeak made a sound and beckoned her to keep petting him. “That’s all. Nothing else has changed. I heard you’re going to London soon. I hope it’ll be a nice trip..”

Eventually, she got up, bid the Hippogriffs goodbye, and made her way back to Hagrid’s with Fang. 

“Hagrid,” she knocked, entering. “Here ya go.” She handed him the empty bucket, as well as Fang’s treats.

“Everythin’ alrigh’?”

“Everybody’s super, happy and fed.”

“Thanks a lot, eh Y/N. Hermione’s about to go too, yeh mind walking her up to the Castle?”

“Course not.” Y/N said, patting him on the arm. “You need me to hold something, Hermione?”

“No, thank you Professor, I’m leaving most of the books here.”

The two walked in silence up the hill that separated the Castle and the grounds.

Y/N glanced at Hermione. “You doing alright, Hermione?”

She nodded automatically, refusing to meet her professor’s eyes.

“I guess I’m a bit tired.” She said, finally.

Y/N nodded reassuringly. “You’re doing a lot.”

“I just…” Hermione started. “There’s so much I want to do. You know? I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I can do so much.”

Y/N nodded once again. “You have the best kind of drive a young person can have, Hermione.”

They walked a little more.

“It’s my favourite part, working with people your age. A lot of you feel compelled to do something big, to save a lot of people. It’s really good, it’s a good thing. A necessary thing for the world to advance too.”

Y/N paused before continuing.

“But in the end, it’s okay if you only save one person. And it’s even more okay if that one person just turns out to be you.”

Y/N let Hermione think as they climbed up the few stairs to the castle entrance. To her surprise, Hermione wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Y/N rubbed her arm encouragingly before they broke apart.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Y/N watched her set off for the Gryffindor common room. Maybe what she said didn’t even register with Hermione. Or maybe it did. Maybe it just did.

+

Remus was in his office, dozing off slightly when his fireplace lit up and a familiar snarling voice called out: “Lupin! I want a word!”

He recognized it to be Snape’s. Thinking it was just something about the Polyjuice Potion, he absent-mindedly clambered into the ashes. Spinning out of his office and into a new location, he was taken aback by Harry Potter standing beside Snape, face adorned with a look of pure terror it seemed.

"You called, Severus?" said Lupin mildly.

"I certainly did," said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk. "I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this.”

Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were still shining.

Upon glancing at it, Remus felt his throat close up. He cleared it, attempting to play it off casually while he felt his entire chest seize up. It can’t be…

"Well?" said Snape.

Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking.

"Well?" said Snape again. "This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?”

Lupin looked up and, by the merest half-glance in Harry's direction, warned him not to interrupt.

He racked his brains for a thing to say. Something plausible. How was he even going to get a single sentence out when about a million thoughts and emotions were rushing past his mind?

"Full of Dark Magic?" he repeated mildly. "Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who reads it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke shop —"

"Indeed?" said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. "You think a joke shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?”

Manufacturers? Remus fought to keep a straight face.

"You mean, by Mr. Wormtail or one of these people?" he said. "Harry, do you know any of these men?”

"No," said Harry quickly.

"You see, Severus?" said Lupin, turning back to Snape. "It looks like a Zonko product to me —"

Right on cue, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape's desk, clutching the stitch

in his chest and trying to speak.

"I -- gave -- Harry -- that -- stuff," he choked. "Bought -- it... in Zonko's... ages -- ago…"

"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back,

shall I?" He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay -- excuse us, Severus —"

Harry didn't dare look at Snape as they left his office. He. Ron, and Lupin walked all the way back into the entrance hall before speaking. Then Harry turned to Lupin.

"Professor, I —“

"I don't want to hear explanations," said Lupin shortly. He glanced around the empty entrance hall and lowered his voice. "I happen to know that this map was confiscated by Mr. Filch many years ago. Yes, I know it' s a map," he said as Harry and Ron looked amazed. "I don't want to know how it fell into your possession. I am, however, astounded that you didn't hand it in. Particularly after what happened the last time a

student left information about the castle lying around. And I can't let

you have it back, Harry.”

Harry had expected that, and was too keen for explanations to protest. 

"Why did Snape think I'd got it from the manufacturers?"

"Because...," Lupin hesitated, "because these mapmakers would have wanted to lure you out of school. They'd think it extremely entertaining.”

"Do you know them?" said Harry, impressed.

"We've met," he said shortly. He was looking at Harry more seriously than ever before.

"Don't expect me to cover up for you again, Harry. I cannot make you

take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor

way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic

tricks."

Mind racing, he rushed back into his office, leaving Harry and Ron in the hallway, the map in between his quivering hands.

He fell into the nearest chair he could find once back in his quarters and tapped the map, muttering an all too familiar phrase.

                Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present 

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

Remus traced the ink that appeared with a finger, then opened it and watched as every detail of the Hogwarts Castle and grounds appeared on the pages. He found the small dot in his office labeled ‘Remus Lupin’.

He burst into tears.

+

SMACK!

“Hermione!”

Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul -- you evil —"

"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung

it back.

"Get off, Ron!”

Malfoy grunted to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three rushed into the castle, the former clutching the side of his face that Hermione had just smacked.

"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione said shrilly. "You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin wins!”

"We're due in Charms," said Ron, still goggling at Hermione. "We'd better go.”

They hurried up the marble staircase toward Professor Y/L/N’s classroom.

Y/N glanced over at them as they opened the classroom door, and gave them a quick nod before continuing her lesson.

“Cheering Charms today, pair up!”

Harry and Ron hurried to a desk at the back and opened their bags. Ron looked behind him.

"Where's Hermione gone?”

Harry looked around too. Hermione hadn't entered the classroom, yet Harry knew she had been right next to him when he had opened the door.

"That's weird.”

The lesson ended, and the students filed out of class all grinning ear to ear, the Charms had yet to wear off.

“Is Hermione okay?” Y/N asked Harry and Ron on their way out.

They shrugged, telling her they didn’t know where she went and then thanked her and bid her good day.

Y/N was magically wiping the chalkboards clean when she heard two pairs of loud, heavy footsteps running down the hall and into the classroom.

“I could hear you coming from a mile away, guys.” Y/N chuckled at Fred and George Weasley.

“Good afternoon, Professor Y/L/N!”

“Finished your class, Professor Y/L/N?”

They said in unison.

“Yes, come on in. What can I do for you two today?” Y/N said as she took a seat behind her desk.

The twins shared a look with each other.

“What….—” Y/N said suspiciously.

The twins broke out into identical grins.

“— did you guys do…”

“Nothing! We were just wondering—“ Fred said.

“if you—“ George continued.

“our favourite teacher, by the way—“ Fred intercepted.

Y/N rolled her eyes, urging them to continue.

“would take a look at something we’re working on?”

Y/N looked at them. “I’m guessing this thing you’re working on is not the latest essay I assigned eh?”

The twins chuckled. “Oh, that’s already finished!”

“Way ahead of you!”

“Will be on your desk before tomorrow’s class!”

Y/N smiled. They amused her so.

“Alright, what is it that you want to show me?”

“Okay. It’s a very early prototype.” Fred said, clapping his hands together. “George, the honours?”

“Very well, Fred.” George pulled out a small candy from his pocket. He took his time to unwrap it dramatically, then slowly put it in his mouth. And chewed.

Y/N looked at him quizzically before yelling out as soon as George seemingly gagged something up. The ‘something’ revealed itself to be his own tongue, which was swelling and coming out of his mouth doubling in size.

“FRED? What is this?!” Y/N gasped, jumping up to George’s side.

“No worries, Professor, this is what’s supposed to happen!” Fred cried out, pulling out his wand and muttering the counter-spell.

George’s tongue went back to normal. “Tada,” he said, taking a bow.

Y/N sat back down, looking flabbergasted, then burst out laughing. The twins beamed.

“You guys made that candy yourself?”

The twins nodded.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “How long did it take you to figure out how to trap the spell inside the piece of toffee?”

“Since you first taught it to us in December, Professor.”

“Hmm.” Y/N was visibly impressed. “So I teach you guys the Growth Charm, and you guys decide to put it in a candy to make people’s tongue grow thrice its size… This is high-level charmwork, gentlemen. And very creative.”

The twins beamed. “We want to make a business out of it, Professor.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“We’ve got a bunch of other ideas too, like a Skiving Snackboxes line- candy that makes you sick so you can get out of class!”

Y/N nodded.

“You think it’s a bad idea, Professor?” George asked.

Y/N shook her head. “Hold onto the idea. I think you guys have got some real talent.”

The twins whooped and high-fived each other. “We’re set for life, Freddie!”

“Hey, hey, hey— that doesn’t mean you don’t need to put in the work, eh! All brilliant entrepreneurs still need a basic education as a foundation.”

The twins nodded.

“I don’t want you guys to be distracted and flunk your O.W.L.’s this year.” Y/N said. “ESPECIALLY your Charms one.” She winked and the twins nodded, chuckling.

“Yes, Professor.”

Another pair of loud, running footsteps echoed through the hallway and this time, in burst Hermione.

“Hermione!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Professor Y/L/N, I’m so sorry, I missed class, I—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, come, sit down. Breathe.”

Hermione sat down and relaxed. Y/N reassured her that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset and that she’d catch up on Cheering Charms the next time.

“No need to freak out, I mean, look at how many times these two have skipped my class.” Y/N said, jerking her head to Fred and George.

“Professor!” The twins retaliated, turning red like their hair. “We have been ill…”

“Hmm hmm, sure.” Y/N chuckled.

Just then, Remus passed by her classroom, poking his head in.

“Remus!” Y/N called out happily, beckoning him to join.

“Hello Professor Y/L/N, hello.” He smiled at her, then to Hermione and the twins.

“We were just eating some candy.” Y/N said lightly. “Care for a toffee?” She said, eyeing the twins.

Fred and George’s eyes grew round as they understood what she meant. 

“Um, here you go Professor.” Fred said, handing Remus a candy.

He put it in his mouth, then became aware that he was being stared at.

“Wha-?” He croaked before choking, his tongue starting to swell.

Y/N burst out laughing, running out of her chair to come to his aid. “I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry—“ she gasped, pulling her wand out and quickly reversing it.

The three students concealed their laughter as they did not know if they should be allowed to laugh at the fact that they pranked a teacher.

Remus coughed and choked as his tongue went back to normal, Y/N still laughing and clutching onto his chest.

“What was that?” Remus gasped.

“I’m so sorry, it’s this prank thing the twins came up with.” Y/N said, still doubled over in laughter, clutching onto the lapel of his robes.

“Oh my god,” Remus chuckled, closing his eyes. “I should’ve known not to trust you.”

The two laughed, clutching at each other’s arms and hands. Hermione, Fred and George stood there, side-eyeing each other as they watched their two Professors struggle to get it together and keep their hands off each other.

+

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession -- no!

Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field -- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!”

It was the Quidditch Cup Final, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and the tension and adrenaline spread across the pitch was enough to send everyone flying.

"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. "Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebold And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him

in the eye, Angelina! -- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke -- oh no -- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save —!"

“Oh God, I can’t fucking watch this-“ Y/N screamed, clutching onto Remus’ arm.

The students standing across the teacher’s box were following the players but some did a double take as their eyes glossed over Remus and Y/N.

“Look— look, look at fucking Professor Y/L/N and Lupin—“ a student nudged her friend.

Her friend took her eyes off the game and giggled. “Do those Weasley twins still have that bet going on cause I’m definitely gonna put some money in now.”

“— AND POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS! GRYFFINDOR HAS WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

The stadium burst into a thundering cheer as waves of crimson-clad students jumped up and down, shaking the seats and ground under them.

The teachers were equally going crazy, McGonagall’s bun had even undone itself from the amount of shaking her arms were doing. Y/N and Remus were yelling into each other’s faces, jumping up and down hugging each other. 

A group of students that were jumping up and down, flailing their arms,  pointed at Y/N and Remus, and began screaming and jumping even harder.

+

“Okay…! Okay Minerva, I see you today!” Y/N exclaimed as she walked in the teacher’s lounge one afternoon, carrying a mug of tea and wrapped in a blanket scarf.

“Thank you, thank you.” McGonagall smiled shyly, showing off her newly done nails to Professor Sprout who was sitting across the room.

Pomona hummed in appreciation. “Cold, Y/N?”

“Freezing. The Castle’s always freezing.”

“You’d think Dumbledore can up the fires a few degrees.” Pomona shook her head.

“You know women’s body temperatures are naturally lower than men’s?” Minerva huffed.

The two other women hummed in surprise.

“So, did you do these yourself?” Y/N gestured to Minerva’s nails as she took a seat.

“No, there’s a new salon in Hogsmeade village. She is quite good.”

“Oh! Did you get her card?”

“I believe so!” She bent down to rummage through her neatly organized bag. “Pomona?” She said, as she offered both of them one.

“Oh no, unfortunately I can never have my nails done! The only downside to Herbology I suppose.”

“Right… what if you wore gloves?” Y/N said.

Pomona shook her head. “It would still chip away, by rubbing against the fabric.”

“Right, right.”

“Guess what I overheard today in my 7th-years—“ Y/N said, bringing her mug of tea to her lips.

“Oh heavens, not some more relationship drama I suppose?” McGonagall said, sifting through the pack of essays she had been working on.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in response, taking another gulp of tea. “Oh yeah. Simon and Ashley.”

“Ravenclaw and Gryffindor?” Pomona asked.

“Yup.” Y/N nodded. “They were arguing in the middle of my class about skirts. He was saying how he didn’t want her to be wearing her skirt outside class time.”

“Oh my God.” Pomona rolled her eyes.

“Something about how he doesn’t like that she’ll be seen in it by the other boys.”

Minerva tutted, shaking her head ‘no’. 

“And get this— he was arguing how it’s a “BOUNDARY’ for him.”

“Oh no!” Pomona exclaimed.

“It’s not a boundary if it’s just a stupid — pardon me — rule that he’s imposing on her—“

“That’s what I thought!”

“I know it’s wrong to say this about our students, but I sure hope they break up…”

Everyone chuckled.

Y/N checked her watch, standing up and chugging the remainder of her tea. “I gotta go.”

“Have a great lesson, my dear.” Pomona said.

“I hate men like that.” McGonagall said. “Controlling, with such a fragile ego and masculinity!”

“I know.” Pomona agreed.

“It’s like— where do they get this from?” Y/N said, picking up her books. “Are they learning this type of stuff from their friends? Their fathers?”

The two other women shrugged. “Poor girl who has to suffer the consequences.”

“She’s so young too.” Y/N said, leaning on the back of Pomona’s chair.

She was about to linger a bit longer to chat more with her colleagues when the door swung open and Remus walked in.

“Hey!” Y/N smiled.

“Hey.” He gently replied back.

“You leaving?” Y/N asked as she held all her books, heading towards the door.

“No, but I’ll walk you.” Remus said.

He put his things down and walked out of the lounge behind her, accompanying her to her classroom.

+

Summer was definitely in the air. The days were warmer, the sun was out longer, and all anybody wanted to do was kick back by the lake with a jug of pumpkin juice and watch the Giant Squid float by.

Unfortunately, that was not the reality for students and teachers alike. It was finals season.

Thursday morning, was the 3rd-year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.  Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken; a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart.

"Excellent, Harry," Lupin muttered as Harry climbed out of the trunk, grinning. "Full marks.” Looking up, he saw Y/N and smiled, waving.

Y/N came walking down, waving to the other students. “I’m just on a walk, soaking up the sun. Don’t let me interrupt you!”

Flushed with his success, Harry hung around to watch Ron and Hermione. Ron did very well until he reached the hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming.

"Hermione!" said Lupin, startled. "What's the matter?”

"P -- P -- Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. 

"Sh -- she said I'd failed everything!”

It took a little while to calm Hermione down. By the time she had, Y/N had come back from her walk and decided to take a seat on the grass and watch the rest of the students pass.

It was Lavender Brown’s turn when she chose the wrong spell and chaos broke out among the Red Caps. They jumped out of their potholes, running in all directions.

“Lavender!” Remus called, dropping his clipboard and pulling his wand out.

Y/N jumped up from her spot on the grass, whipping her wand out as well.

The two professors muttered incantations, trying to immobilize the Red Caps as Lavender had frozen in her spot.

“Don’t worry Lavender, come, back up—“ Y/N ran towards her, grabbing her arm when a Red Cap suddenly jumped on her. She turned around quickly, wrestling with it for a second before Remus blasted it off from her. “Little shit,” she swore, squeezing her wrist after seeing that its long nails had left a cut.

“Y/N!” Remus gasped, running over to them. “Lavender, are you okay?” He glanced quickly at his student.

“Yes, I’m okay but Professor Y/L/N—“

“Where are you hurt—“

Remus looked Y/N up and down frantically, clutching her wrist.

“I’m fine Rem, just a scratch.”

“Lemme see..” He said, gently unwrapping her fingers from her wrist and holding it in his own palms.

It was a scratch and it was barely bleeding.

“We need to see Madam Pomfrey, it might be infected, then we need to—“

“Rem. Rem, hey. I’m fine.” Y/N said, locking eyes with him. “It barely went through my skin, look.”

Remus looked down, brushing his thumb gently over the scratch.

“You sure?” He whispered, looking back up at her.

“Yeah.” Y/N smiled.

Remus muttered a Bandaging Charm and wrapped it delicately around her wrist.

Lavender stood there, watching the pair, a huge grin on her face— as if she wasn’t just almost attacked by half a dozen Red Caps, as if she wasn’t in the middle of a literal final exam. 

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Unable to afford his apartment due to new insurance issues, Will finally gives into Connor's offer of living with him.

What started off as awkward, where will couldn't get out of feeling like a guest in someone else's home, and aware of everything around him was probably a months wage per item, it soon turned quietly domestic after a loooong shift at the hospital.

Connor: I don't even care about food, I want a shower and bed.

Will: I already showered at the hospital... I'll order in pizza?

Connor: Sure. Save me a slice.

Will: Yeah, course.

Will orders an extra large meat feast pizza, which comes with a free small garlic bread, whilst they're still on their way home. It arrives not soon after they do when Connor is in the shower.

Will takes a few slices for himself and leaves the rest in the box, and covers it up. He does like garlic bread but he's not in the mood for it, keeps it boxed up and figures whatever Connor leaves, it'll be good for leftovers the next day anyway.

Connor comes out of the shower freshly washed, in soft navy blue tartan pyjama bottoms and matching plain navy t-shirt. He sees the pizza, garlic bread and empty plate waiting for him next to it and his whole body realises it's been hours since he last ate. He takes a few slices of the pizza and a slice of the garlic bread.

Connor: Thanks for this man, I'll owe you.

Connor says it to the direction of the couch, where Will is slumped sideways against the arm of the couch watching TV.

He takes a bite and is glad Will took the initiative to order food, glad he's there at all.... and then realises he got no reply. Connor looks over properly, and, worried, slowly walks around towards the couch. Pizza on plate in hand.

Wills plate, empty save for some remnants of crust, sit on the coffee table. The man in question has his eyes closed, head resting on his hand but tilted upwards just a bit and softly snoring.

Connor would never say this out loud, but the sight is.... Sweet. If you can call a 6 foot, fully grown man sweet. Just for sleeping.

He nudges him with his free hand, thinking that they're not 20 anymore, Will will regret sleeping on the couch like this in the morning if he leaves him.

Will slowly opens his eyes and makes a questioning noise that comes off kind of whiny.

"You'd be better of sleeping in your bed, Will, trust me."

"Blow the bed, I'm sleeping here" Will mumbles in reply, and closes his eyes again.

Connor breathes in, and slowly blows it out with puffed cheeks. He puts his own plate down and makes a decision. "alright, man, but let's at least get you more comfortable".

With the expertise of a doctor that has had to move many an unwilling patient, he manovres Will into a lying down position, automatically on his side and then looks around for something to put over him.

Of course he doesn't have a throw on the back of the couch, he's a busy cardiothorassic surgeon with more money than style, and has been living in a click and collect bachelor pad for the past 10 years of his life.

His only option is to get something from Will's room. He leaves his plate of pizza in the company of a totally not sweet sleeping Will Halstead, trusting the man not to be a sleep eater, and returns quickly with the fleece liner for a sleeping bag that he couldn't find. It would do. He opens it up wide and lays it over the sleeping man, and then because he is a damn good friend, tucks it around his shoulders and behind his feet.

He looks down at a job well done, absolutely does not think about kissing the top of his friends head, picks up the plate of now cool pizza, and goes back to the kitchen.

The sleeping man sleeps on, and Connor takes a few extra minutes to put the leftovers in the fridge, minus an extra slice of pizza he took for himself. He writes on a note on the magnetic pad on the fridge "Pizza and Garlic Bread in fridge. Whatevers left is yours. Thanks man. C"

And then he takes his plate and a glass of water into his bedroom.

-

When Will first wakes up the next morning, he is surprised to find he is vertically on the couch and has acquired his fleece liner from the sleeping bag he lost in the move to Connor's condo. He's never been a sleep walker so his only conclusion is Connor got it for him.

He vaguely recalls mumbling something to Connor but the conversation they had is lost to the sensation of a dream you can't quite remember.

He has about 20 minutes before his alarm will go off for work, if his phone is still working and didn't die overnight through lack of charge. He turns to lie on his back, pulls the fleece higher and closes his eyes to doze the time away.

[ifearzombies]

Midnight To Morning

A Beel X MC one-shot that eventually includes everyone.

     You can’t sleep. You’re not sure why since you had been running ragged the day before, but it doesn’t mater now. You can’t sleep and that’s that. You groan and get out of bed and head to the kitchen with the knowledge Beel will be there shortly to join you.

     You grab a tub of yogurt and some fruit and some M&Ms and begin mixing them for a sweet treat when you hear your beloved ginger trundle in shortly after. You smile as he makes a noise of surprise and face him.

     “Hey babe.”

     “MC. You’re up really late. Are you okay?” He goes over and smooches your head, ignoring the food for a moment. You can’t help but find it so cute how he makes sure you know you’re more important.

     “Just couldn’t sleep. I made a big bowl of, well... I’d call it a parfait, but it’s not layered. I just think it tastes nice,” you say as you scoop a small amount into a bowl for yourself and offer him the mixing bowl.

     His eyes light up happily as he takes the bowl. “Thank you,” he mumbles between bites, “Mm... Almost as sweet as you.”

     “Aw. Beel. You don’t have to flatter me. I already love you.”

     Beel blushes at that and keeps eating. “But you are OK though, right?”

     “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep.” You look at the fridge as Beel opens it to grab a custard- he’s already finished the mixing bowl. “Fridge is kinda bare. Hey... Wanna go get stuff to make breakfast for everyone? I know the Wail-mart is open.”

     “That’d be great! What should we make? I love pancakes. We could do pancakes!”

     “Pancakes is good. How about also eggs and bacon? We can get harpy eggs since they’re nice and big. And horrorhog meat always makes great bacon! And I’ll make French Toast too. A nice big breakfast for the family.”

     “Can we invite the others,” Beel asks, “I know it’s late. But Luke and Simeon always make nice breakfast stuff they share. And Solomon can’t cook. Oh! And Barbatos might like a morning off!”

     “I’ll text Barbatos and Solomon. Knowing those two, they’re still up as well,” you say as you grab your D.D.D. and shoot them a text. The two instantly respond it’s a spectacular idea. “They’re in. I’ll go get dressed while you eat and we’ll head out together.”

     It doesn’t take you long to get ready and soon the two of you are out the door. With a small bag of snacks for Beel. Wail-mart is already aware of Beel’s appetite and warn him to only eat things that can be rung up later and you both accept.

     “Hey MC,” Beel calls as you’re looking over some more fruit. You go over and he holds out a bag of Ruri-chan marshmallows. “We should get these for Levi. If he has coco, he’d love that. And it’s limited edition.”

     “Get two,” you say, “One for him to collect and one for him to enjoy.”

     “Oooh perfect!” Beel puts in two bags. You look at him lovingly as you pick out a small bag of chocolates for Beel.

     “I’ll get these so you can eat them on the way home.”

     “Thanks, MC. Ooh! Asmo’s favourite tea is on sale!”

     “Wanna get a little something for everyone,” you ask, Beel looking a bit ashamed for a moment.

     “Yeah. I mean. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone. We should put a little surprise for everyone.”

     “Hrm... Okay. How about the chocolate gold coins for Mammon? That little wooden chest it comes in is super cute.”

     “It has a slot on top. So he can put Grimm in it later,” Beel says excitedly as he adds it to the basket.

     Tea for Asmo, marshmallows for Levi, gold coin chocolates in a treasure chest for Mammon, cat shaped cookie cutters for Satan, a picture frame for Lucifer to have a family photo in (you have the perfect one at home too), a small roll up blanket for Belphie, a fidget spinner for Diavolo, macarons for Barbatos, a cookie kit for Luke that comes with a small skillet, a journal and pen for Simeon, and a cookbook for Solomon. You watch Beel get more and more excited for each item you add before you finally get all the groceries you need. You grab an extra bag of chips for Beel and he kissed you when you presented it to him with the chocolates you grabbed earlier.

     The moment you’re home, Lucifer greets you at the door with a raised eyebrow. “Where have you two been?”

     “Sorry. We went shopping,” Beel explains, “We’re going to make breakfast. Purgatory Hall and Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are coming too. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone.”

     Lucifer looks beyond happy. Whatever he was going to say to scold you is gone and he nods. “I see. Very well. Get to it. I’ll let everyone know.”

     Beel grabs your hand and you both get to work in the kitchen preparing omelets, bacon, French toast, pancakes, a proper pan of a fruit and yogurt parfait with granola over it. Beel ‘taste tests’ everything to help keep him from eating everyone’s breakfast and you give him smooches every now and then to reward him for controlling himself so well.

     You’re about to work on coffee and tea when Simeon enters with Luke. Luke runs up and hugs your legs as you greet them both. “Hey guys.”

     “Hello. We made some crepes,” Simeon says happily, “To go with the special breakfast!” He holds up two boxes, one large and one small. “The smaller one is for Beel from Luke.”

     “He needs to taste them to know that they’re good,” Luke rebuffs while he blushes, trying to pretend he isn’t Beel’s friend.

     Beel takes the small box and inhales the crepes. “Mmm! Delicious! Thank you!”

     “You ate them in one breath! Could you taste them,” Luke asks.

     “Yeah. Very good.”

     Simeon grabs Luke. “We’ll get out of your hair now. Plus I think Barbatos is coming in.”

     “I am. I thought I could make the drinks,” Barbatos cuts in, “Since you two are doing the cooking.”

     “That’d be great. I’m nowhere near as good as you at making tea and coffee,” you admit, “Plus Beel and I still gotta plate up everything.”

     “Leave it to me.”

     It’s not long before the table is set- another table pushed up with more chairs added to accommodate everyone. Beel sets out everyone’s gifts at their setting before the two of you bring out the platters of food with Barbatos bringing in a tray of hot drinks.

     “Oh wow,” Asmo coos as he comes downstairs with Solomon, “Did you and MC make all this?”

     “Simeon and Luke brought crepes. But otherwise yes,” you reply as you go and give both of them a smooch.

     “I wanted to bring something too, but Simeon and Luke rushed us out,” Solomon says sadly, “I’ll have to cook for you all another day.”

     You push down the horror you feel at Solomon in a kitchen and just smile. “Well. Today Beel and I wanted to treat you guys. I mean. We’re all family, right?”

     Solomon instantly cheers up and gives you a kiss. “Indeed.”

     “Aaaaaa!!! ARE THOSE THE LIMITED EDITION RURI-CHAN MARSHMALLOWS?!” Levi vaults over everyone and rushes to his place at the table. “OH MY LORD DIAVOLO I THOUGHT THEY WERE OUT!! Why two bags?!”

     “So you can eat one,” Beel explains, “MC said you would want one to keep and one to eat.”

     Levi starts ugly crying in joy as Satan carries Belphie down the stairs. “It’s too early,” Satan states as he slumps Belphie into his chair, “Eh? Are those... Kitty cookie cutters? Also... Thank you for breakfast. Sorry. Levi’s just loud.”

     “No worries,” you reply, “And yes. Kitty cookie cutters.” You give Satan a kiss before giving one to Belphie; who has unrolled his blanket with a smile and already wrapped himself in it.

     “Mm... Smells like Beel,” Belphie mumbles.

     “He carried it.”

     “Eh? What’s this? Chocolate? Not real Grimm,” Mammon says, pretending badly to not love it, “I guess this is good enough for the Great Mammon.”

     You and Beel chuckle as everyone else settles down and loves their gifts and you went around and gave everyone a hug and a kiss before you and Beel eat yourselves.

     Breakfast was like a holiday. Everyone was talking about classes at RAD, their little family gifts you and Beel picked out, and generally enjoy being a family. Once it was done, Lucifer made the other brothers start cleaning as you and Beel finally started feeling tired from everything. You fell asleep on the living room couch, curled up with Beel with everyone sitting around you (or busy cleaning).

     Lucifer looks at the two of you and covers you with a blanket and rubs both your heads, letting the two of you sleep before he looks again at the picture you put in the photo. It was a picture that a Little D. took with everyone doing a ‘group hug’ that you’d called for. Faces ranged from laughing to irritation, but it was one with every member of the family from the House of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, and the castle. He places the photo on the mantle before using his D.D.D. to take a picture of you and Beel and then sends that to you and Beel’s D.D.D.

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

PREY POV: My friend from Canada was always a warm and welcoming guy! when he invited me over to visit for the holidays i did not expect to be treated to such large amounts of food, the plump cook and host did partake in some of the sweets and meats, but he mainly left the bulk of it for me to eat.

The following night my friends gut groaned louder then the Television show we were watching thats when he became really reavous. He gets up and out of the room, roughly 30 minutes go by and 2 episodes of our program already passes by as i noticed he wasn't back yet. i get up and travel to the kitchen, assuming he's been snacking on the leftovers packed in the fridge, when i came around the corner into his kitchen i seen that the stoner ate it all!! He comes over to me pleading for some relief as his stuffed ball gut is in my face, i happy aid my friend in his moment of need... that proved to be a mistake! Once my friend seen my arousual from rubbing his swollen gut, he teasingly asked me if id like to go inside it, thinking he was joking i chucked and said "ofcource i do" the man smiles with a toothy predly grin as my world goes from looking at his hairy belly to traveling down his hot and moist throat im pinned down by the walls of flesh as the huge man is swalling me whole! PRED POV: with a few easy gulps the rest of the meal settled into place, the stomach groans as the large meal streaches out past its usual compasity. "BRAAAAAAOOOOOAAAAUP!!" the stomach begins its process of churning the new meat into fat and gains for the friendly giant, he hobbles over to the mirror to take a full body shot of his prey to remember his friends visit, as this will be their last time to the country. with that taken and his hairy belly getting heated up and sweaty from the digestion this pred desides to rest up and check on his company in the morning. THE NEXT MORNING:

The End

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[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x Reader

Red string of fate AU

I want to write more Amaimon x reader one-shots/short fics. We need more Amaimon content. 🥺

Of course continuing The Forbidden Taste of you too

Red String of Fate - Chapter 3

You stand in front of your building, a lump forming in your throat as you struggle to say goodbye. Every fiber of your being resists the idea of separating from him. It feels wrong, almost unnatural. You force yourself to say the words, though. “I-I guess I’ll see you later? Maybe tomorrow…” Your voice trails off, unable to completely hide the disappointment. Why am I like this? “…unless.” You bite your tongue. Shut up, idiot. Amaimon leans forward and presses his lips against yours. As he pulls away, his words send a shiver down your spine. “Show me your house. We can decide if you'd rather live here or at brother’s home.”

“What?!”

He ignores your look of disbelief, instead turning his attention to the apartment building. “This type of housing means your house is small, right? I believe Big Brother has the largest house in the city.”

“Amaimon, you can’t, we can’t- it’s inappropriate.” Your mind goes to your parent’s reaction to hearing that you’ve randomly moved in with someone you’ve just met. Soulmate or not, it’s not done; people wait. Wait, do soulmates wait? Or do they go straight into it? I should probably google it. You don’t want to upset him by pushing him away, but the idea of living together is odd. Maybe it’s because he’s a demon he doesn’t care about the customs of humans. It’s something you’ll have to figure out.

“I don’t care.”

Despite his odd claims, you lead him into your home, into the cozy studio apartment, nervousness brushing over you. Your eyes dart around the room, noticing everything wrong with it. Clean laundry is on the sofa, a couple of unwashed pans in the sink, and the bed is unmade. “Sorry, I hadn’t expected a guest.”

The demon king ignores your excuses, unbothered by the state of your apartment; what catches his attention is a photo of you with the Okumura twins. Rin is standing to your left with his arm thrown over your shoulder, and Yukio looks weirdly stiff to your right. Before he can have any kind of reaction, you slap the frame face down. He stares at you for a moment before continuing inside your home, starting to inspect everything. His black claws gently run against your dining table as he walks towards the kitchen. Without asking permission, he opens the fridge door. “You have no food.” Glancing over his shoulder, you scrunch your nose. You do have food. The lower drawer has multiple different vegetables and fruit. He closes the door and reaches below for the freezer, his golden eyes scanning over the different items: a few pieces of meat, some frozen vegetables your aunt in another city had grown in her garden, and ice cream. Without hesitation, he reaches for the ice cream.

You watch in shock as he rummages through your drawers, searching for a spoon. Once he finds one, he opens the tub of ice cream and digs in with the spoon, not bothering to use a bowl.

“Would you like a bowl?”

“No.”

There’s an awkward silence for a moment he holds the spoon and stares at you. You can almost see the wheels turning in his head before he finally speaks. “Do you want some?”

“Oh, I’m still full from dinner, thanks though.”

He nods, then turns his focus back to the tub of ice cream. He wanders around your apartment, taking note of various objects and paying attention to even the smallest details. He doesn't hesitate to check out the items on your desk, opening each drawer without a second thought.

“What’s this?” He places the ice cream on the desk while picking up a notebook and flipping through the pages with curiosity in his eyes. He stops at certain pages to read them before continuing on, eventually finding another page that catches his attention.

He has no boundaries. “It’s a notebook; I write notes for school and random thoughts when not taking notes for class.” Amaimon turns out of your reach when he notices you’re reaching for the notebook. He flips through it a few more minutes before placing it back on the desk and turning his attention back to the ice cream.

“You’re training to be an exorcist.” He tosses the spoon in the sink and the container in the trash. How did he eat the whole thing? It was new. Amaimon picks up a gun, safely secured but easily accessible if needed by your door.

You nod awkwardly; it feels so wrong now, knowing your soulmate is a demon. “I don’t know much about being an exorcist other than the basics taught at the cram school so far. I came because my best friend needed the support.”

“Do you want to be an exorcist?”

“I wasn’t sure to begin with.” You take the gun from him. “But with you being my soulmate, it feels wrong.”

Amaimon lifts his hand, showing you his little finger. “Will this be here forever? It appeared when I entered Assiah, though it was broken off until a few days ago.”

His change in topic slightly throws you off. “I don’t know, soulmates are rare now. Mine had been broken my whole life up until a few days ago. I had just assumed my soulmate had passed away when I was young or something. I tried to do research, but I couldn’t find any details about having a soulmate other than the fact that the string is supposed to connect you to them.” You purse your lips, remembering the frustration of not being able to find any substantial information on the topic.

His arm drops to his side, “Big Brother didn’t know anything either.”

“So, demons don’t typically have soulmates?”

“I’ve never heard of a demon having a soulmate.”

His eyes start to scan your apartment once again. “This place is really small; I think it would be better to live at Big Brother’s house.”

“I can’t move in with you; we just met. It’s odd, wrong. Maybe in a year if everything goes smoothly.” You motion between the two of you. “My parents would lose their mind if I randomly told them I was moving in with a guy, soulmate or not."

He raises a brow. “Then I will move in with you.”

Your jaw drops: he can’t be serious. “You can’t move in with me.”

“Why can’t I stay here? You have enough room.” Amaimon glances over your shoulder, eyes locked on the bed. “It’s big enough for both of us.”

You follow his gaze; it is big enough for both of you. No, stop it ____. Stop thinking. You scold yourself while trying to get your mind elsewhere, anywhere else. “No.” The demon king before you doesn’t help with your thoughts.

He looks confused for a moment; then, a book appears in his hand in a puff of smoke. “Oh, is it because you sleep like this? I don’t mind.” He holds up what you now see is some volume of manga. He opens it so you can see a certain page—a young schoolgirl lying starfished style in the middle of her bed before her alarm clock goes off. “It seems to be a popular position in Assiah. I only sleep a couple hours a night, so it doesn’t matter.”

How are you meant to respond? “I don’t sleep like that,” you mumble, but you choose to drop it for now. It isn’t like it’s that late; he can hang out for a few more hours.

Amaimon’s attention quickly turns back to snooping through your stuff. He digs through textbooks and random manga you’ve collected. “Who is this?” He holds up pictures, and despite his bored tone and expression, there is something dark in his eyes.

It’s a photo of you with your older cousin. After a long road trip, you were exhausted and had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Thinking it was the cutest thing ever, your mother and aunt took a photo. Your cousin is staring off to the side, arms crossed in annoyance, though he is sitting carefully so as not to disturb you. “It’s my older cousin.”

He blinks, and the look is gone, then continues going through your stuff. “This smells bad.” He holds up a random blanket, and your eyes widen at his comment. There shouldn’t be anything in your apartment that smells bad. “Why is there something in your apartment that smells like Rin Okumura?” he asks, dropping the blanket to the floor as he stares at you.

The blanket smells like Rin because he slept over one night during a bad storm that came out of nowhere. Which is something you are not going to share with the demon before you. “He’s my best friend; I guess you’re going to find items in my home that smell like him.” You shrug, trying to hide the nervousness. “Sometimes, he comes over for dinner or something. My other friends come too.” He stares unblinking for a moment before turning his attention elsewhere.

You watch his eyes trail the string, growing longer the farther he walks from you. “This is annoying; I don’t like it. I’ll ask Big Brother to find a way to remove it.” He holds his hand up, staring at the string with a blank expression.

The sudden change in topic is surprising, and it hurts. The way he causally can just say he wants the string removed. Finally, you’ve gotten the soulmate you’ve always deep down hoped would appear, and he wants to break it. “Oh.” You have nothing else you can say about it, is this him breaking up with you? Can you even break up with someone you’re not really in a relationship with? But he’s your soulmate, what happened within the last minute? He seemed fine a few minutes earlier. Is it because I told him Rin has been here? A million thoughts race through your mind. It would make more sense, though, right? He’s a demon. There would be no happily ever after. Maybe it’s best, and without a soulmate attached, I can move on and find someone else.

“You don’t have any games,” Amaimon comments, unaware of your inner turmoil. Why don’t you have any? I thought most humans liked them.” He tilts his head in confusion. From what he’s experienced in Assiah so far, gaming and anime seem to be a big part of Japanese culture. Shouldn’t everyone own them?

He swiftly walks to your door, opens it, and walks out without any explanation.

You lift your left hand to glance at the string. I guess that’s over, then. But it’s for the best. Right?

Mephisto raises a brow as Amaimon steps into his office, quickly making his way to the room attached that keeps Mephisto’s gaming system. “Amaimon, what are you doing?” He questions as the young demon starts unplugging one of the systems.

“_____ doesn’t have games.”

“I see.”

Amaimon grabs a handful of games, too. “I’m taking yours to her house.”

“You know, she probably has classes tomorrow. Did she tell you to bring the console this late?” Mephisto’s brow twitches when Amaimon picks up his favorite game. “You can’t take that one!”

The green-haired demon looks down at the game in his hands. “Okay.” Mephisto watches in horror as his younger brother carelessly drops the game.

“Amaimon!”

Mephisto dramatically rushes across the room, shoving his brother before reaching down to get the game he had just so carelessly dropped. “You need to have more respect for my stuff!” He scolds.

Amaimon doesn’t bother replying, instead he grabs the items he came for and walks out without another word.

You’ve just changed into a T-shirt and shorts when the door opens, no knocking, no calling out, nothing. It just opens, showing Amaimon holding some kind of gaming system in the doorway. Behind him seems to be some kind of living room, but before you can get a good look, Amaimon kicks the door close.

“Hi?” You had just kind of mourned your loss of a soulmate; why is he back in your apartment?

If he notices your awkwardness, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he shows you the objects in his hands. "I took these from my brother's house," Amaimon says casually as if it's a completely normal thing to do. Your eyes scan his body; he's changed into something more comfortable - a white t-shirt and dark green shorts. Your gaze can't help but be drawn to the tail behind him; biting your lip, you can’t help but focus on it. It's so cute. When Rin first sprouted a tail, you couldn't take your eyes off of it for a full day. Amaimon’s tail matches his hair, dark green with a small tuft of fur that matches the spike on his head. Cuter than Rin’s.

He strides past you into the living room. You watch him set up the gaming system with a sense of disbelief. He didn't leave because he didn’t like you. He left to get games. His actions confuse you.

"Why did you bring these here?" you ask, still trying to understand his intentions.

“You didn’t have any.” His answer is blunt, tone making it seem like he’s stating something that should be common sense to you.

Once set up, he sits beside you on the sofa and passes you the controller. “Do you know how to play this game?”

“Hold on, I’m a little lost. Can we go back to the conversation before you left? I thought you meant I was annoying as a soulmate?” You stare at him, trying to wrap your head around the situation. You were in the middle of accepting he probably doesn’t want you when he burst back in.

“Why would you think that?”

“You said, ‘This is annoying. I don’t like it.’” You remind him.

Slowly, Amaimon nods, “Yes, it is annoying.” He glances at the red string spread across your living room floor. “Especially when you aren’t near me.”

Oh. He’s annoyed with the string everywhere. “So, you want to be my soulmate?”

“Yes.”

You bite your tongue to keep from asking why. You know why, because you feel the same attachment that can’t be explained.

He lifts a game with two characters dressed in odd ninja outfits. “Do you know how to play this?”

It’s a game you’re familiar with, a fighting game you’ve played with Rin before in an arcade. However, just hitting random buttons probably doesn’t count as truly knowing how to play. Still….”Yes.”

The dim light from the screen casts a soft glow on Amaimon's features, highlighting the intensity in his golden eyes as he focuses on the game. He blinks, then turns his head to look at you. ‘Game Over’ is across your TV screen. “You’re not good at this.”

You nod, eyeing the score. He didn’t just beat you; he destroyed you. “I usually watch people play because I’m not that good at playing myself.” You admit awkwardly.

Amaimon nods and reaches for the pile of games he took from his older brother. “Here. You choose.”

For a moment, you're puzzled, but then it dawns on you that he wants you to choose a game. You select the one that seems to have an interesting plot. It should keep both of you entertained.

As he plays, you shift your gaze to observe him more closely. His pointed ears and noticeable fangs as he bites his lower lip in concentration, the long black claws that tap on the controller, and the tail swishing behind

Memories of your childhood flood into your mind of going to church every week with your family. Although your parents were not extremely religious, they still instilled in you the importance of being a good person and earning a place in heaven. The fear of going to hell was always present.

“Amaimon?”


“Yes?”

“You’re my soulmate, so there’s no way I’m going to heaven, right?” It’s kind of ironic. You were raised as someone to follow God and joined training as an exorcist to support your best friend, yet your soul’s perfect match is a demon. 



“Oh yes.” He nods. “You’ll join me in Gehenna as my queen.”

“Q-queen?”

He drops the controller, turning to give you his full attention. Gently grasping your face between his hands, he slowly leans in, lips grazing yours as he speaks. “Soulmate, mate, queen.” His lips press hard against yours, gently biting your lower lip almost teasingly before deepening the kiss. Your heart pounds in your chest; it’s a strange mix of wrong and right. Your connection to him as soulmates quickly pushes down what you’ve been taught about demons your whole life.

As the kiss deepens, you find yourself willingly surrendering to his touch. His hands glide from your face to your waist, drawing you closer with a firm yet gentle grip. Every nerve in your body tingles at his touch, igniting a fire within you. Your heart races, and your breath quickens, and you become lost in the embrace.

When he pulls back, you’re left breathless, your mind reeling from the sudden rush of emotions. Amaimon gives you another chaste kiss before turning to look at the TV.

“Oh, I forgot to pause it.”

End here? Yes, no? 🤔

[according2thelore]

i just reread ur Love Potion no. 9 and now I’m thinking about es!dean cooking ls!sam a ribeye bc he has a KITCHEN here and ls!sam trying to make himself eat it <3 anyway love ur stuff so much

EEP! thank you anon! i love domestic winchesters so much, lol!

this idea crawled into my head and stuck there until i wrote it. this is humiliatingly long but thank you for the prompt!!! your brain anon!!!

mwah!! mwah!!! <3

the smell brings sam into the kitchen. younger dean is standing near the stovetop, shuffling dishes around. when sam clears his throat, about to ask what he's making, the kid jumps.

"are you making dinner?" sam asks, confused. dean picks up the dishtowel, wiping his hands. sam's younger self and older dean went out to get extra spark plugs for the old junker in the garage an hour ago, and sam was planning on reheating some takeout from the other night.

dean hasn't dropped the dishtowel, kneading it between his hands like he's trying to strangle it.

"yeah, y'know. grandpa told me that i--he--us. we? do a lot of the cooking."

sam rolls his eyes because dean has gotten in the habit of calling older dean 'grandpa' and 'the geezer' and 'ol dusty.' it's cute.

but gosh, the smell. sam's stomach roils. dean must see something shift on his face because he's quick to explain.

"d'you remember when we were stuck outsida asheville? and the only thing we had were those hotdogs?"

sam can't help but wrinkle his nose. he definitely remembers. dean had done everything he could do dress them up and make it different, but they went on a hotdog strike for months after, only choosing other food if they had a choice.

"i got real handy with the grill. that's...kinda the only gourmet cooking i've got under my belt. i asked, but. uh. anyway. i made you steak? a ribeye steak?"

it sounds like a question at the end and sam's stomach sinks because oh shit. dean made this. dean made this for me. sam looks over dean's shoulder, easier than it would be if dean were his older self, pounds of muscle not packed in yet.

that's where he's been. he's been in here since before the other two even left. cooking dinner. for sam. to eat.

it's not even a question of if sam's going to do it. because he is going to do it.

it's a question of how neutral can he make his face as he chokes it down.

and oh god, it's huge. the steak is as big as dean's face, and sam knows for a fact that he must have picked it out specifically, because dean did not have that thing in their fridge.

sam's stomach goes wobbly with the image of this little dean, trailing in aisles in the local grocery store with a hat pulled low over his eyes (like they had all agreed to do until this blew over), deciding which steak sam would like the best.

"oh wow!" sam says, trying to sound encouraging. "it's big."

dean flushes fourteen different shades of pink over a period of ten seconds, and yeah. sam sighs. he's going to eat the fucking steak.

six minutes later, after dean had pushed sam down into a chair and let his hand on sam's shoulder linger for two seconds longer than it should have--

(and really, dean is not smooth. sam wished he had known back in 2006 that dean was this easy to fluster because he would've fallen to his knees in shitty motel carpet ten years early and saved them all a lot of heartache.)

--sam is staring at easily sixteen ounces of meat. to dean's credit, it looks like it should feature on a grilling magazine or something. but all sam can smell is the slightly seared odour of flesh.

"and i heard that you like greens, so--" sam tears his eyes away and dean awkwardly balances a bagged salad in his hands. sam feels like crying. this is going to be a rough few minutes.

"share it with me," sam asks, begs really, but dean just shakes his head.

"nah, man. i made it for you. i've got one for me." and sure enough, sam's stomach sinks as dean brings over another plate to the table with a much more reasonably sized offering.

"great." sam says, smiling bleakly. his throat is clogged and thick when he swallows. he tastes acid at the back of his throat. they sit in silence for a few minutes while sam pops the salad bag, trying to frantically puzzle out how he's going to eat this thing.

he could eat it as fast as possible? give his nerves less time to process the hot skin sliding down his throat. but the chances of him throwing up would increase exponentially. he could chew and hide bites in his napkin? but dean would catch it.

sam's stomach sinks. he's going to have to chew it. and swallow it. and let it sit in his stomach. heavy and full. skin grease and meat tearing under his teeth. sam's mind whites-out with the memory of the cage, of being forced to eat his own thigh down to the bone.

"so..." dean asks, "how long have we lived here?"

sam looks up, and realizes that dean is gripping his beer bottle so tight that it looks like it might shatter in his hand. sam softens. kid looks like he's going to shit himself.

"you know i can't tell you that." sam chides. and he picks up his fork. he picks up his knife. he braces himself. and he cuts.

"and what are your...what are your plans?" dean asks, thirty minutes later. they've been talking back and forth, trading memories of things pre-2006. sam's been trying to keep this strictly common knowledge, and dean--unlike sam's younger self--takes it mostly in stride.

sam feels an automatic reflex to burp rising in his throat, and he locks his muscles as much as he can because if he feels the taste of aerosolized meat in his mouth again, he will vomit.

half the steak is gone, and dean's food is completely gone. he doesn't seem to be in any rush, and keeps giving sam more beer. sam keeps having to take sips after each bite to wash the taste away as soon as he can, so he appreciates it. dean seems more and more surprised that sam isn't letting more slip, and sam smirks to think of how much of a light-weight he used to be.

is dean trying to get him drunk? sam's kind of flattered, he thinks.

"my plans?" sam repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"yeah. y'know. for the future."

sam looks at dean appraisingly. it could be a ploy for information, but for some reason, dean looks prematurely disappointed, like he's bracing himself for bad news. sam quickly takes another bite, thin enough that he can swallow it down without chewing at all.

"well." sam says, slowly. taking another swig of beer. "i've always wanted a dog. but--" he smiles. "'grandpa' says no. he's afraid it's going to get hair all over the car."

dean blinks at him. like he's waiting for something else. but when sam just stuffs another bite in his throat, dean cracks a hesitant smile.

"well. grandpa's very wise. i've always said so. dander is shit for leather."

sam smiles, rolling his eyes, when he hears footsteps.

"did someone grill out inside--" dean. older dean. he rounds the corner, and freezes when he sees the steak in front of sam. his younger self sitting across from him. "what the fuck?"

"dean, it's okay--" sam says, quickly, before dean can say anything, but dean is already storming across the room.

"did you eat this?" he demands, but before sam can say anything, dean whirls on his younger self. "he doesn't eat meat, jackass."

the younger dean blanches. "what? yeah he does. we eat burgers all the time."

"not my sam, one tree hill." dean turns around to face sam again. "are you okay?"

in truth, sam already feels the meat settling oddly in his stomach. he feels like he's going to be sick. but he just glares at dean instead, furious. the cage is sam's to tell--or sam's to bury, in this case. dean's tone is too acerbic for young dean to not pick up on the weight of it. it's clear from dean's tone alone that sam's aversion to meat is not a choice made on ethics.

younger dean looks like he's about to cry, sitting back in his chair. silence stretches for a second.

"give us a minute." sam snaps. dean flushes a furious shade of scarlet.

"what the hell? i'm not--"

"dean." sam says, cutting. dean peters into silence, and sam looks at both deans, one furious and one crestfallen. "he was doing something nice."

"by forcing you to--"

sam puts a hand on dean's, pushing the plate in his hands down. he makes eye contact, and sees the concern there. dean's never been good at letting sam take care of himself, and sam can already see how a version of himself 'hurting' sam is making him ready to start throwing punches. he softens.

"i'm going to be fine. let me handle this, please. i'll catch up with you later."

dean's mouth twists up in a snarl. "sam--"

"later." sam repeats, and dean growls something unintelligible as he storms out of the room. sam sags forward, finally allowing himself to process how full and ill he feels. how the alien flesh in his stomach feels revolting, thick.

"why didn't you say anything?" a quiet voice. sam looks up, smiling a genuine smile this time, and allowing it to look as weird as it probably does.

"i can't." sam says, apologetic. he's not going to tell dean anything about it. he can't know. dean rubs a hand over his face.

"i'm not used to not knowing you, sammy." he murmurs, looking sick. he looks so young that sam's chest contracts. what a sorry pair they make.

"you know me." sam reassures softly. "i'm your little brother."

dean looks up at him then, huffing an unamused snort. they look at each other for a long while, sam tracing the round curves of dean's face. his wide eyes. sam wonders what dean sees when he looks at him.

"yeah. okay." dean says, finally. "'m sorry."

sam shrugs. "how about we get outta here? there's a diner down by the movies that makes a mean veggie burger."

dean nods, still looking lost.

"they also make the best pecan pie in the state. we've checked."

dean snorts, and there he is: sam's big brother. young, and lost, but undeniably here, in the swoop of his bottom lip as he smiles.

sam's chest expands with his first full breath in almost an hour, and something else. something warm.

"i'll be the judge of that." dean says, cocky and all false-reassurance. sam wants to kiss him. but he stands instead, and nods towards the door.

"lead the way."

~~~

i saw something the other day that suggested veggie!sam was a hot take, and i think i'm only a partial veggie!sam believer. i think it comes and goes--he has good and bad days.

i can only imagine the cage made sam's relationship to consuming meat weirder. but who knows! thank you again for the prompt anon!!!

-lizzy

[brw]

ranking random marvel men by how helpful i think they are in domestic settings

tony stark – 0/10 cannot cook cannot clean if you tell me otherwise ill bite you he has never cleaned a day in his life and that's okay.

simon williams – 0/10 has also never cleaned a day in his life and sure as hell won't start now.

thor odinson – 0/10 like he thinks he's being super helpful but he keeps accidentally breaking things and smashing plates and making a mess in the kitchen but he acts real cute about it so nobody gets mad at him really.

bruce banner – 1/10 he does his best but disaster follows him wherever he goes. he can't help it. everything that can go wrong will go wrong. he tries to make a nice meal and the fridge breaks so nothing is cold and the oven destroys the meat and the vegetables all get overboiled and he drops the wine bottle and it smashes on the carpet and and and it's just a bad time. he's doing his best.

roberto da costa – 1/10 you didn't marry him for his domestic skills.

bucky barnes – 2/10 keeps putting knives in random ass places n doesn't tell you.

logan howlett – 3/10 look he's a good cook and remembers to stock the fridge but he tracks blood in like at least once a week and it takes forever to remove from the carpet.

remy lebeau – 4/10 points deducted for not washing himself

bishop – 5/10 he grew up in a dystopia with on rations and it shows. the only thing you're eating with him is rehydrated beef or some shit. keeps the cleanest sparsest environment you've ever seen though

hank pym – 6/10 generally good at cooking, cleaning, buying shit etc but uhhh succumbs to the Horrors bimonthly

pietro maximoff – 7/10 will clean everything that gets messy, he likes a clean environment, but hates buying food vocally and gets kitchen rage when making food, his food is very good though

reed richards – 7/10 has made various machines to do washing, cleaning, cooking, laundry etc but cannot be trusted in a supermarket unattended, struggles to cook generally but can be trusted to make a few really good meals

luke cage – 8/10 i don't think he can cook for shit but he is great for remembering shopping and keeping things clean and tidy and we know he's a great dad so .

scott summers – 8/10 cleans everything, has a photographic memory of what's in the fridge and seems to telepathically know when something is broken or needs replacing but the only thing he serves is soup.

sam wilson – 10/10 good at cooking, remembers groceries, loves hosting people, keeps getting nice expensive wines to enjoy over the weekend as a nice treat from all the captain america shenanigans

steve rogers – 10/10 likes to clean likes to cook enjoys just relaxing and doing chores when not captain america-ing, will absolutely pick up stuff for dinner back from a fight with hydra or whatever

[immeasurablesaladagere]

little five??? (referenced in last tua fic thing) 👀

Little Five and unlikely caregiver Viktor??? 👀 more likely than you think!

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Word Count: 1631

Summery: Continuation of the Little!Viktor Classification AU fic, Little Five regresses for the first time since coming home and goes to Viktor’s apartment because there is no way he’s going to be small around the rest of his family.

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“Bye, Caroline! I’ll see you next Tuesday!” Viktor said as the little girl took her mother’s hand to leave. She smiled shyly back at him and waved goodbye as best as she could while trying to keep her grip on the violin case. It was still just a bit too big for her, but she was coming along well with the basics anyway.

He closed the door and sighed. Last lesson of the day. Finally. He loved giving lessons, but they still got to be tiring when they were scheduled back-to-back like they were today. But Caroline was going on vacation with her family soon, and Mark had to reschedule for an appointment, and two weeks ago it hadn’t seemed like a big deal to squeeze them in on top of his other lessons. Two-Weeks-Ago Viktor forgot how draining people could be. 

His stomach growled. With the extra lessons, he hadn’t gotten the chance to eat dinner in-between like he usually would, and apparently his stomach wasn’t content to continue running on a turkey and cheese sandwich anymore, so he went to the kitchen to make something for dinner. Did he feel like cooking today? There were instant noodle packages in the cupboard, which would be faster, but that would also make it his supper for the third night in a row and the idea made him scrunch up his nose. Nope. He resigned himself to waiting a little longer and cooking an actual meal.

In the fridge there was a thawed package of ground beef he should probably use soon and some miscellaneous vegetables. He definitely had pasta and he was pretty sure he bought tomato sauce on the last grocery-run, so spaghetti it was. He was just about to put the meat into a pan when he heard a familiar warping sound coming from the living room followed by a loud thump. 

Five?

Sure enough, when he came around the corner Five was laying half on top of his coffee table and half on the floor, absolutely soaking wet.

“Five! Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? What happened?” He rushed forward to help him up, but Five batted his hands away and pushed himself up with a groan, dripping water all over the carpet.

“M’fine…”

“Here, let me find you a towel.” He hurried to the linen closet and returned with two fluffy towels and gave them over to Five. “Why are you all wet?”

Five rubbed one of the towels clumsily over his face and hair, and Viktor’s stomach knotted with worry. Five looked flustered and uncoordinated, and he was shaking all over. Viktor hoped it was just from the cold, but after showing up at his apartment the first time with the cut on his arm he couldn’t be sure.

“Rain.” Five huffed, “Didn’t get the jump right, ‘was outside.”

“You missed a jump?” Five didn’t just miss jumps. “Is there something wrong with your powers? That’s not like you…”

Five stopped drying himself off for a second like he was thinking about it, before answering, “No.”

But something was off. Five was holding himself differently, closed-off and almost shy, and even though they hadn’t had many conversations together there was something different about his voice. It was softer; quieter.

“It’s just— Jumps get harder to do when I’m…” He trailed off into a mumble, “Little.”

Viktor’s eyes widened, and Five’s words at the ‘family dinner’ echoed in his head.

“Eh, you were. But it takes one to know one, kid.”

“Oh. That… yeah, that makes sense…” He was at a loss for words. Five was little, and Five came to him, of all of their siblings. He wasn’t even a caregiver and Five had chosen him. Whatever he was going to do, he should probably stop gaping because Five was starting to give him the stink-eye.

“Am I… allowed to be here?” Five asked, slowly putting down the towel, “I can go if—“

“No! No, it’s okay.” He assured, “I’m glad you came here, I was just… surprised. I’m not even a caregiver, I thought you’d go to Luther or Allison instead.”

Five wrinkled his nose. “No. They’d be stupid about it, and Klaus…” He made a face, “I don’t wanna stay with Klaus. Or Diego.”

That was fair. After Five had to rescue him from family dinner it made sense that he would be hesitant to be small around them. The thought that Five could put that trust in him made Viktor feel warm inside.

“Yeah, I get that. Hey, uh, are you hungry? I was about to make spaghetti for dinner.”

Five perked up at the offer of food, then shivered. “Spaghetti’s good.”

Viktor internally kicked himself. Duh, of course he was cold. “I’ll find you some new clothes. Come on, I’m sure I’ve got something that’ll fit you.”

Five followed him to his bedroom and watched over his shoulder as he looked through the dresser for something warm. He pulled out a pair of black sweatpants with a drawstring waist and a grey orchestra hoodie. “These okay?”

Five nodded.

“Great. The bathroom’s right over there, you can—“ The thought suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t actually know how old Five was right now. That was probably important, as his babysitter and all. “Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t ask how old you were. Did you need any… help?” 

Five’s cheeks turned pink and he firmly shook his head no. “Don’t need help. And…” He huffed, “…six.”

“Alright, thank you for telling me. Go get changed, and I’ll be in the kitchen, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

Five shuffled off to the bathroom and Viktor quickly mopped up the trail of water he had tracked through the apartment, then went to the kitchen and finally put the ground beef into the pan that had been pre-heating unattended for the last ten minutes. He grabbed a tomato, a small handful of mushrooms, and the one sad stock of celery that was still in the fridge and began organizing them on a cutting board when Five returned. The clothes were still a little big but they weren’t dwarfing him, and he wasn’t shivering anymore, so Viktor took that as a win.

“Do you want to help?” He offered when he noticed that Five was just standing there awkwardly, “Maybe not with the vegetables, I’ll cut those, but you can stir the meat if you want?” He held out the spatula, and Five hesitantly took it and walked over to the pan.

“What do I do?”

“You break it up and stir it so it cooks evenly. We’ll cook it until it’s all brown, and you can’t see any more pink.”

“Oh... Okay.” With his task assigned, Five dutifully watched and stirred the pan with intense focus as the meat cooked, only looking up occasionally to ask Viktor if it was brown enough yet, while Viktor boiled a pot of water and added the noodles.

“Is it done yet?”

Viktor glanced over at the pan for the fourth time in twenty minutes, and smiled. “That looks good. Now we add our veggies and our sauce.” He handed Five the jar of sauce to pour while he went to scrape in the vegetables, but Five stopped him.

“No mushrooms.” He said. “They’re gross.”

Viktor chuckled. “But I like the mushrooms. What if I make super sure that I don’t put any on your spaghetti, is that okay?”

He pulled a very serious thinking-face. “Mmm… fine.”

“Great.” And in went the mushrooms.

Once the noodles were done, Viktor plated the spaghetti, careful to avoid getting mushrooms on Five’s plate, and the two of them ate at the table in a comfortable silence. Or at least, not as uncomfortable as it could have been. By the time all was said and done and the dishes were washed and put away, it was nearing nine o’clock and Five was starting to look sleepy.

“I’ll make up the couch for bedtime, okay?” Viktor said, fluffing one of the throw pillows and pulling down the blankets from the back of the couch. “Can you promise me you’ll stay here tonight? No leaving in the middle of the night like last time.” 

The idea of a regressed Five deciding to wander out into the city at night was nerve-wracking, especially now that he knew Five’s powers were unstable while he was small.

Five looked away, a little ashamed. “I won’t leave. Promise.”

Viktor smiled. “Good. Oh, and one more thing. I have something for you, wait here.” He went to his bedroom and opened the closet, rummaging around through the endless boxes until he found what he was looking for; the scruffy little dog plush that he’d taken from Five’s room all those years ago, right after he disappeared. It was a Saint Bernard that was well-loved even before Victor hid it in a box under his bed and then his closet, but he didn’t think he would be able to get rid of it even if it was falling apart. Hopefully Five remembered it.

He came out with the dog hidden behind his back, and Five looked at him expectantly. “Look who I’ve got!”

He held up the plush, and Five let out a little gasp.

“Buddy…”

Viktor handed it over and Five clutched it tightly. “I kept him after you left. I don’t think anyone else knows that I took him…” He sat down beside Five on the couch and gave Buddy a little scratch on the head. “He reminded me of you.”

“Thank you, Viktor…” Five whispered.

“Time for bed now, okay? Get under the blankets with Buddy.” Viktor tucked him in and gently brushed his bangs out of his face. “Goodnight, Five. I love you.”